Story of Longevity

　　 "This king saved your life, gave you a new life, and gave you the opportunity to challenge your natural enemies again... What price do you think this favor is worth?"

　　 Looking at the golden king who was lying on the bench, unceremoniously enjoying his collection of red wine and bargaining with him, Yanfeng Qili said lightly:

　　 "Gilgamesh, you have given me such a great favor. I don't think I have such value... Or, do you want me to betray my current minister and be loyal to you?"

　　 "Hahahaha...Kiri, I didn't expect that you have a boring face, and the joke you tell is so funny."

　　 Gilgamesh made no secret of his contempt for Yanfeng Qili:

　　 "Your allegiance? Don't laugh, the king now thinks that the allegiance of the ministers is more reliable than you."

　　 didn't mean to be angry at all because of Gilgamesh's contempt, Yanfeng Qili asked again:

　　 "Since you don't trust me, what do you want me to do?"

　　 "Heh, did you return the question again? Netting some useless tricks... Admit it, Kirei, whether you are a lie or the truth, everything you say is the same thing."

Sure enough, Gilgamesh had never expected the loyalty of Yanfeng Kiri, and Feng Kiri knew this, so he didn't want to answer. In fact, he himself didn't have any help for Gilgamesh's life-saving. The slightest gratitude.

And Gilgamesh also knew that Yanfeng Qili didn't think he had any value at all, nor would he have any gratitude for his life-saving grace... So Gilgamesh asked this deliberately, with the purpose It's ridicule, it's a little entertainment and temptation.

"Your promise is worthless, so this king doesn't need you to promise anything. This king only needs you to use your favorite method to give your own strength to the king's afterlife, so this king I saved you..."

　　 "The way I... like?"

　　 Yanfeng Qili was full of questions: "Gilgamesh, do you know what I like?"

　　 Gilgamesh seemed to be stunned at once, he didn't expect Yanfeng Qili to raise a question here.

　　 "Ah, this is really interesting..."

It seems that something interesting has been discovered. Gilgamesh even put down the wine glass in his hand and asked: "Yanfeng Kirei, can't you say that you are the kind of very slow person? You won't say that you are now. Haven't realized it yet?"

　　 "What? What are you talking about?" Yanfeng Qili frowned urgently.

　　 "Of course it's the topic of your [what you want]."

　　 "So what is that?——" Yanfeng Qili fluctuates emotionally for the first time:

　　 "I have been searching for what I want, but I have not been able to find it.

　　 If you know, if I have what I want... please tell me. "

　　 Seeing that Qili Yanfeng, who usually looks like a [dead man], had such a rare performance, Gilgamesh laughed happily:

　　 "Hahaha, don't worry! Don't worry... Sit down first, there is still a lot of time tonight."

　　 Gilgamesh put down the wine glass, pointed to his left hand, allowed Yanfeng Qili to sit down, then squinted his eyes and asked:

　　 "This king asked you, why did you go to a death fight with the magician holding the fire system?"

　　 Yanfeng Kiri answered without hesitation:

　　 "I want to kill him."

　　 But Gilgamesh was not satisfied:

　　 "Most people don’t fight for their own lives in order to kill an insignificant person, and even take the chance to get the Holy Grail.

　　 You can tell the truth, although this king will laugh at you, but this king will not let others laugh at you. "

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　　 Facing Gilgamesh’s question, and thinking that Gilgamesh might know the answer she has been searching for for a long time, Yanfeng Qili sorted out the language and replied:

"I...I originally had expectations for him, expecting him to be a person who is as empty as me... But this expectation fell through. Not only is he not similar to me, but the opposite is true... So I became angry with him. Killing intent...want to kill him."

　　 "So, what kind of feeling do you think this process is?" Gilgamesh raised the glass again, slowly shaking and asking:

　　 "Transfer anger? Disappointment? Or is it [love]?"

　　 "..." Yanfeng Kiri was silent.

　　 "No, this king doesn't agree that you have such feelings that seem to be foolish."

　　 Gilgamesh took a sip of red wine, the corners of his mouth cocked, and said:

　　 "This king tells you something interesting. You may not have noticed it yourself, but this king's eyes can see clearly——

　　You, when that **** fire gambling together to fight each other for life? The expression on his face was the best smile! ~

　　 In contrast, your usual boring expression can be described as [dead]. "

　　—————

　　 "Ahhhhh!!——————?"

　　 In the gloomy cellar, the broken man was chained to the stone wall.

　　Countless creeping larvae eroded the white-haired man's body, and the painful wailing was squeezed out of the hoarse voice, like an unwilling hungry ghost falling into hell, thirsting for the hope of life...

　　 "Hmm... No, the old man has searched every position of your body, but to be honest, I still can't find any special place about you... Yan Ye."

　　 A withered old man who seemed to be a ghost dragged his body, walking back and forth on the ground, directing the insects to eat.

　　"As a descendant of the old ~www.ltnovel.com~ you know a little bit of magical aptitude.

　　 But, if you have a little magic aptitude to develop from a young age, it is still useful, but now it is already out of use..."

　　 The wrinkled face of the dry old man couldn't see his expression, but his tone was a little confused:

　　"According to my calculations, the fighting time you can drive [Berger] to fight is fifteen minutes. After fifteen minutes of continuous fighting, you will be eaten clean by the old and lovely bugs...

　　 However, last night you acted beyond the imagination of the old.

　　 You did a great job... but forty-five minutes is more than three times the time I expected. You did so well, but it aroused my suspicion.

　　 I'm sorry, but forgive the curiosity of the elderly..."

　　Since last night, this waste product he recycled has been subjected to his thorough magic check, but he really couldn't find where the extra magic power came from.

　　 It can't always be the magic stolen by that black irrational monster, right? In short, Jian Tong dirty inkstone, he is very curious.

　　 "But, I didn't get anything, this is..."

　　 "Victory, victory..."

　　 The faint voice interrupted the narration of Ma Tong Zangyan. Let him ask back

"……what?"

　　 "As long as I win, it will be fine?

　　 Old bug! ——"

　　 eyes full of hatred, through bangs, looking directly at the dry old man...

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