Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

"Just waiting for you!"

The magic power in the body is running wildly in the magic circuit, and the speed alone is more than twice the speed of blood flow.

The burning sensation brought by the rushing water caused Qingzi's nerve endings to begin to necrotize, as if she was in a fire. Qingzi even felt that she could smell the burning smell of herself.

But now she was happy with the pain because it was proof that she could still move.

"Magic bullet, six rounds!"

The magic spell on the wrist flashed wildly, and if it had a physical body, it could even fan out wind. Six shining magic bullets were ejected almost at the same time, blocking a fan-shaped area.

"Snapped!"

The puppet couldn't dodge in time, and despite its best efforts, it was hit by two bullets, and its forward momentum was lost.

"Come again!"

Without giving her opponent a chance to breathe, Qingzi once again activated her own circuits, and the external magic power was quickly absorbed by her and then converted in seconds.

"Magic bullet!"

Another round of shooting began. In order to pursue the fastest speed, Qingzi only had time to transform three magic bullets this time, but their power should not be underestimated.

The puppet in front of him had no time to defend himself, and the incoming attack sent him flying, even breaking one of his arms.

"Crash."

The puppet rolled on the ground, stained by countless snowflakes mixed with blood, making it look even more hideous.

If it were any other puppet, such an injury would basically make it lose its combat effectiveness. After all, being hit by five magic bullets is no joke.

But Qingzi still did not let her guard down. She had already taken aim and was squeezing her own circuits with all her might.

"It's not the first time. It won't be so easy to trick me this time."

Aoko is very cautious about this puppet that has defeated her. As a mortal human being, once attacked, it is an irreparable failure. Compared with the opponent, her tolerance for error is zero.

Sure enough, about two seconds later, the puppet stood up, and its arms had grown back intact.

"It's troublesome. I don't know how many times it can regenerate, but I can only fire four more magic bullets."

Qingzi estimated the amount of magic power she had left and complained a little irritably.

"The circuit is overloaded and needs to cool down, but I don't have time to rest now."

To make matters worse, the remaining mass-produced puppets around also took advantage of the opportunity to gather around, vaguely encircling Aoko in the middle.

It wasn't a desperate situation, but she was definitely in crisis.

"This isn't good. Youzhu is already going all out, leaving me completely helpless. I still have some tricks up my sleeve..."

Qingzi's words stopped abruptly here. She narrowed her eyes and naturally thought of the secret she inherited.

This is also the origin of Orange's persistence, a miracle that was handed to him along with the seal.

"Do you want to use magic?"

She fell into the abyss of self-questioning, as if she was asking herself questions in the mirror.

Can I use it myself? Of course I can.

There are no restrictions, no conditions, magic is always within reach, only a thin line away from Qingzi, and you can touch it as long as you reach out your hand.

Do you have any idea of using it? Of course I do.

Maybe before I was hesitant and would rather die than use it, but now I have no scruples.

As long as she can find an outlet for the guilt in her heart, she will definitely pull the trigger.

The face of the person who saved her flashed through her mind, which made Qingzi make up her mind.

"Then there's nothing to hesitate about!"

Taking a deep breath, Qingzi crossed his arms in front of his eyes, his eyes stern and determined.

"As you wish, Orange, I'll show you the true face of magic...!"

As soon as I expressed my thoughts, my sensitive sixth sense picked up a strong vibration. Although it was already a cold winter, my back felt even colder.

"Why do I seem to hear a loud noise?"

Qingzi turned around with a bad look on her face, her pupils slowly dilating, and saw a huge shadow covering her, even obscuring the full moon above her head.

"really……?"

The sound of air symphony in his ears became more and more obvious. The huge stone cone was falling at a speed that seemed slow but was actually very fast. Qingzi didn't even have time to escape. He could only watch the meteorite-like spear brush past him and fall.

——Finally, he directly attacked the area where the puppets were densely packed on the opposite side.

"clang!!!"

Like the ringing of a huge bell or a meteorite hitting the earth, the incredible noise and impact knocked Qingzi, who was half-squatting, over.

"Ahem, who the hell is this?"

Aoko coughed and ran out of the dust, looking in surprise at the "pillar" that pierced the ground, as well as the ground and dolls that were crushed to pieces.

What an outrageous attack method! This amazing courage left Qingzi speechless. Compared to this move, her magic bullet was like a child's toy.

Aoko recalled the first time she saw a movie as a child. She was shocked by the scene of the cannonballs being fired, but the scene before her now was no less shocking.

But the sound that came next made her feel even more shocked and at a loss.

"Aozaki, you're covered in a lot of dust."

Chapter 69 A Hug

"Why, why..."

Aoko half-rose up on the messy ground, her lips covered in dust trembling uncontrollably.

She raised her finger and pointed at Aiwen, and the logic in her words began to become a little confusing.

Aiwen approached her without understanding, and knelt on one knee so that he and Qingzi were on the same level and looking at each other.

"Aozaki, can't you get up? I can help you."

After saying that, Aiwen stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Qingzi naturally and calmly. His palm was white and slender, and as warm as jade under the moonlight.

Qingzi stood there in a daze. She looked up at Aiwen's face for a long time, then lowered her head to stare at the palm of her hand. She raised her hand and put it down again, looking hesitant.

One second passed, two seconds passed.

As if wanting to confirm, Qingzi slowly reached out her hand and placed it on Aiwen's fingertips carefully and suspiciously.

Aiwen frowned, looked at Qingzi in confusion, and firmly grasped the hesitant, scarred hand that only dared to touch the fingertips. Then, with a force, he pulled the girl who was half lying on the ground up.

"That's weird, Aozaki. You're not usually like this. Are you stunned?"

"You, you, you bastard..."

Qingzi's shoulders were shaking as she was pulled up, and the temperature of Aiwen's hand was rising rapidly, just like the complex emotions that were about to burst out of her heart.

"If you're still alive, stop scaring people!!!"

The hand that was caught was suddenly clenched in the opposite direction, and Qingzi used force to pull Aiwen towards him. The other free hand was ready to strike, and then he punched out in a venting manner.

Aiwen stepped back in confusion, using his hands to push away Qingzi's fist, with a puzzled look on his face: "Aozaki, if you attack me like this, I will fight back."

But his words did not receive any response, and Qingzi's punch had no accurate target at all.

This is a kind of clearing out of stagnant emotions.

As she threw her punches, she felt both anger at her disappointment and relief, but most of all, she felt happy to see this person again.

"You are such a casual person. How can this happen? Is it fun to make people worry?"

She took a big step forward, pulled the still clenched hand behind her, opened her arms, and hugged tightly the person who had come back to life for her.

A tight, strong, soft hug that was as heavy as Aoko's inner feelings.

"Thank you for being alive."

All the guilt, self-blame and gratitude are here. Even if nothing is said, this unspoken emotion lingers between the two.

"..."

Aiwen stopped her original plan to resist. Qingzi's hug was full of deep emotion and contained a warmth of happiness and relief, making people reluctant to interrupt her.

For a moment, the tense and dangerous atmosphere seemed to be greatly relieved. At least at this moment, the battlefield filled with smoke of gunpowder succumbed to the peacefulness of flying snow.

Youzhu, who was far away, watched this scene and stopped running with joy.

The expression on her face changed from happy to gloomy, and her eyes shot dangerously towards Qingzi who was immersed in a dream.

But even though she wanted to do something several times, Youzhu finally suppressed her jealousy. She unconsciously puffed up her face and defended Orange alone again.

"This is just one time of forgiveness, Aoko."

She muttered these words softly, turned away with one eye closed.

Youzhu has a pathological possessiveness and she will never let go of her things, even if Qingzi interferes.

But this time Youzhu felt that she could be a little more tolerant.

"Because I was also very happy, so it can be considered excusable. But there won't be a next time."

With the corners of her mouth slightly curved, Youzhu felt her heart beating in relaxation, and the pressure and pain filled with anger quietly dissipated without a trace.

Although there are still many things that we don’t understand, the clear current situation is enough to make us happy.

But the total amount of happiness is limited. The two people present are happy, and the remaining pain can naturally only be borne by Orange.

She had no expression on her face at the moment, she just sighed calmly, silently took out a cigarette, lit it and exhaled a puff of smoke.

This misty cloud is just like her fate, so illusory.

"Shouldn't I have come back this year?"

This thought lingered in my mind, like an elegy engraved on Aozaki Touko's tombstone.

Thinking of this, Orange sighed again.

Her voice was heard by Youzhu, causing the witch to mock her.

"It seems I misunderstood you, Miss Orange, but I won't apologize. At most, I will miss you for a while in my future life."

"Well, I just miss the time when I had a cup of black tea."

"I can't stand you. You were fighting to the death just now, why are you so relaxed now?"

Orange muttered while holding a cigarette in her mouth. If you remove her murderous aura, the current scene really looks like a casual chat after a long separation.

"Let me be clear, even if the odds of winning are slim, don't expect me to surrender."

"Really? But compared to you, that Phantasma actually gave in first."

Youzhu looked at the battlefield between the Bridge Giant and the Golden Wolf. The troops there had already retreated. The Golden Wolf lost its will to fight after seeing Aiwen appear, and was now just trying to escape from the pursuit of the Bridge Giant.

"Ah, have Beor given up too? If I had known, I wouldn't have set up the ambush yesterday. After the battle, we've been reduced to this state. All our plans have been wasted."

"Why did I become so obsessed with the attack?"

Orange looked up at the sky, speechless and choked with emotion.