[Fate/Grand Order] The Wreath-Weaving Girl

King of Humans, I'm sorry that I fell into a trap. It's so civilized.

Damn it, this thing kicked me into a big hole.

Have! ! ! Chef King raises his hand! !

Yes, that's right, it's me again, I'm still alive, and I can still outlive the author [Coughing up blood] ooc early warning, reminder warning, some memes are for reference I'm just here to urge you to updateAlthough I don't have any expectations anymoreDamn uh uh uh qwq His loved one died in the snow. The orange-haired girl hugged him tightly with a smile. She was as warm and dazzling as the sun, but at this moment she lost all warmth, and only the cold wind poured into her neck, making her hands, feet and even her chest as cold as ice. He hugged her back with stiff hands, but he only hugged a desolate nothingness, cold to the bone. She spent her whole life teaching him how to love, and then turned around and left without any regrets. But at first, he didn't feel the pain. After the initial disbelief, all that was left was an empty feeling in my heart. He kept his movements expressionless for a moment, and then returned to Chaldea as quickly as possible. If Solomon left any rare gift to his human period, it was a mentality that became calmer in times of crisis. His state of mind was so dull that even he found it unbelievable. When he realized that Ritsuka had completely disappeared, the first thing he realized was to go back quickly to comfort the director and Mashu. The disappearance of a heroic spirit actually did not have much impact on Chaldea as a whole. Except for a period of low pressure and the long-term isolation of the director and Mashu, the doctor behaved the most calm and calm. Only occasionally when he was working in the middle of the night, he would spend the night in a daze. No one came to hand him a cup of coffee, and dragged him to the room to sleep naggingly but gently and forcefully. More often, he would still dream about the time when he was still Solomon, and he would habitually turn his head to look at her while they were drinking. The beautiful girl leaned against him with a smile, and she made such a cautious and solemn request to accompany him for the rest of his life. He once thought that this guest from a foreign land was of no importance in his heart, but since then, no one has tried their best to love him like that. "I've made progress, right?" The girl squinted her eyes and smiled at him, her warm eyes filled with the incomparable brilliance of Xingxia: "I've done a good job, right? You're very satisfied, right?" The hope that appeared in the girl's eyes at that time was exactly the same as the emotion in her eyes in the snow - burning like a fire, desperately wanting to melt his cold heart. She used such gentle and hot emotions to cut him to pieces, making him look forward to human beings and emotions, deflecting the established trajectory of the world, and turning him into a gentle person full of expectations for the future. Then the world laughed at him coldly, invalidating his long wait and taking everything away from him. From now on, he would never meet a person like that again, someone who treated him so clumsily, seriously, and tenderly. So he woke up from his dream and subconsciously looked around to find a familiar figure. But he was the only one in the huge room, which was completely empty. No one popped out from the corner to startle him again. He smiled brightly and cunningly, then stretched out his hand to stand on tiptoes, patted his hair when he complained softly, "What, it's Ritsuka-chan?", And showed a gentle smile as usual: "I'm sorry, sorry, because the doctor seems to be too easy to bully." He only had time to pick up the unfinished strawberry cake next to him in a trance, and then listened to the footsteps approaching from far away, until the door was quickly opened, and the young man with black hair and blue eyes looked at him blankly. I hope to be with you until you stop breathing. Please don't drive me away before that. Even if you drive me away, I won't leave... But it's better to get your consent, right? The moonlight is so beautiful tonight. According to the agreement, I will stay with you until the end... But, I would like to ask, will you forget me? He met those fluorescent blue eyes, and belatedly realized that this was the young man named Fujimaru Ritsuka, the last and only savior he had seen with his clairvoyance, who had the same bloodline and the same magic circuit as her. The young man was a little confused by his stunned look, but he still asked politely: "Are you okay?" ——But it's not her after all. There was a dense tingling sensation in the chest, accompanied by a faint feeling of suffocation in the throat. The young man squeezed out a low sob from his throat and subconsciously covered his mouth. Only then did he realize that he had burst into tears in front of a stranger. How ridiculous. And at the beginning of everything, he didn't feel the pain.

The human king is so handsome! ! ! Black skin! Scar! Jumping back and forth on my kink over and over again! I love him!

I woke up in the middle of the night and refreshed myself. I haven't read such a great article by Gudazi in a long time. Then I found out that this is another member of the series where the author and I live longer than each other (??ω`? ) To be honest, I just want to update it. The doctor and Gudazi belong to everyone, OOC belongs to me |?ω?/ "Why do this?" This is not the first time that this kind of question has been mentioned, and it was asked in a confused or questioning tone. The girl who carried the hope of saving humanity seemed destined to have no good results from the moment she hurriedly took over the important task. But she was given a mission from the beginning, what the almighty genius told her seriously from the beginning, Fujimaru Ritsuka has always remembered - the responsibility and commitment that was unilaterally imposed at that time. [In order to prevent the world from being destroyed again, you must do it. Then the answer seems to be ready and there is no doubt. The orange-haired beauty in question laughed softly and skillfully raised the corners of her lips. The luxurious and simple clothes outlined her graceful body. The dazzling golden ornaments in her raised hands made a jingling sound when they collided slightly. And the weak firelight mixed with the crushed starlight fell into the center of those clear and bright eyes. In a daze, it was actually a bit warmer than the burning stove in front of them. "Of course it's for everyone's future." As if she had smiled enough, the beauty put her chin on her arms childishly, blinked at the person beside her, and then answered briskly, with an inexplicable certainty in her words: "I hope everyone will be well, and everyone can live happily." The wise king of Israel looked at her calmly. His lowered eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes. His golden eyes were filled with a clear spring, and at a certain moment they were as soft as an illusion. The fire in the stove is still burning gently, and the warm environment always makes people habitually drowsy. They didn't look at each other for long. The wise king watched the beauty's head droop little by little, then stretched out his hands to take her into his arms, covering the still young girl's body and face with his wide robe. The girl named Fujimaru Ritsuka moved unceremoniously, found a comfortable position to lean on, and took the wise king's long white hair hanging in front of her into her arms and used it as a pillow, and then fell asleep peacefully in his arms. Wang looked at her silently, recalling the girl's answer with some confusion. It's the most dangerous job that obviously won't get any reward. It's like being asked to dance ballet barefoot on a tightrope. Every movement must meet the standards of a world-class trophy. Even if you are cut bloody, you still have to continue spinning with a smile. Wang couldn't understand. But the answer may not be important. He has never understood human emotions, such as beauty, kindness, evil and cruelty. He cannot detect them all. But he is the wisest king. He will make correct opinions and judgments on behalf of the gods. He is the greatest magic king in Israel. So it doesn't matter that the king doesn't understand people's hearts. The wise king made his own judgment. He picked up the girl and walked across the soft carpet to the palace. The girl seemed to be disturbed and nuzzled into his arms. She naturally put her hands around his neck and continued to sleep comfortably. Her body was warm and soft, and her breath spread evenly between the king's collarbones. The wise king's steps paused slightly, and then continued forward smoothly. He has been staring at this beautiful flower from a distance, this flower that stubbornly accompanies him, watching her lively blooming on the branches, with bright and conspicuous colors, as if the whole world is filled with warm light. Only occasionally, an idea pops up without any basis. Can you break off this flower? Of course, this thought only passed by for a moment. The wise king always regarded her as a guest in a foreign land, a guardian who had accompanied him for many years, and he himself could not feel the emotion of love. But the seeds of doubt and confusion have been planted. If the roots are not removed - or if the owner ignores them intentionally or unintentionally, they will definitely take root and sprout, and the lush branches and leaves will wrap up the entire indifferent heart. If I became a human, would I be able to respond to her?

I want to read Ye Ying's QAQ

1551, Another pigeon spirit

Oh my god, I'm going to update! ! ! !

Devil author, come back! ! !