I'm Really Strong

In order to maintain the human shell, in order to maintain his own life, he must hunt for nutrients from the outside.As for the small source of others, the vitality of others is the best food, so it gave Bai Ziqing the impression of a vampire from the very beginning.

"Maqiri Sorgen, when was the last time I heard someone call me that? A hundred years ago? Two hundred years ago? I didn't expect anyone to remember this name today. I thought it had long since disappeared from history. That's it. So, alien magician, who are you?

"You who can call this name should undoubtedly be a long-standing family with at least two or three hundred years of inheritance. In addition, I can feel the majestic "Xiaoyuan" contained in your body, the majestic vitality, There is no doubt that you are a magician far superior to that kid in the Tohsaka family (Tokiomi Tohsaka).In this case, the old man has a small proposal, we can join hands in the next Holy Grail War. "

From Matou Zuoyan's point of view, the behavior of hunting food just now was a very common behavior, like eating when hungry, drinking water when thirsty, and going to the toilet when he felt thirsty.

He didn't think there was anything wrong, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Since the man in front of him was a member of a long-standing Demon Dao family, he wouldn't care too much about such trivial matters.

Anyway, magicians should be such creatures.

"Do you mind asking a question?" Bai Ziqing was expressionless.

"Please say it." Matou Ziyan's mouth was frivolous, which was obviously a very polite sentence, but it only made people feel sick and nauseated.

"How many years is this year? What is the date today?" Bai Ziqing asked.

"Ah?" The skin on Matou's face was wrinkled, and he couldn't tell if he was frowning. "Naturally, it was December 1992, 12. Is there any problem?"

"Thank you for your answer, then you can die. No, sorry, I made a mistake, I should say that you will never reach the "reality of death" -

"--Yesterday's reappearance · Requiem!"

Matou Zaiyan couldn't see when the opponent moved. He was not a magician who was proficient in martial arts in modern times, nor was he a representative of the Church of the Holy Church. Eyesight and speed were not his specialties, not to mention the flesh He's made of bugs, and he doesn't really care about being approached—

under normal circumstances.

But the situation in front of him is undoubtedly unusual.

The man in front of him, who hadn't even told him his name, was shining like the sun in his hands.And when the golden brilliance reached its extreme, his body had turned into ashes.

The mountain blows color ripples and rushes away.

Not only that, the man only punched his right hand once, but Matou Zaiyan felt the punch twice.

The man's blow burned his body.

Out of nowhere, it was probably another blow from some transparent familiar that hit his soul.

His consciousness was going away, and there was no time to say a word, only the ethereal song played slowly in his ears.

Matou Zuoyan's spirit fell into darkness.

The time is now-

At 12:25 on July 22.

I do not know how long it has been--

"Ok?"

Matou Zuoyan woke up, his body unscathed.

The sky outside the window was gloomy, and the female announcer on the TV not far away was doing her essential work as usual.

"...With a cold current from Hokkaido heading south, there will be moderate to heavy rain tomorrow in Kobe, Fuyuki and other areas. Please wear umbrellas and raincoats when you go out. Don't get wet and catch a cold..."

"Huh?" Matou Zuoyan lightly touched the spot where he had just been hit by the man's fist, and there was no damage, "Strange. Also, this weather forecast seems familiar? No, not familiar, I've seen this weather. Forecast", which is "what has already happened".So, what time is it now? "

Matou Zuoyan looked at the time in the lower right corner of the TV.

December 12, 24:22.

"Go back to the past? There can't be such nonsense, so it's an illusion? No, if it's an illusion, it's too "real". "Mato Zuoyan opened the curtains and looked at the rustling pedestrians outside the window, "Speaking of which, what kind of stupid thing did that fellow Tsuruye do at this time?" "

Matou Zuoyan seemed to smell the mush smell coming from the kitchen.

Exactly the same, without the slightest change.Not only the smell of mush had not changed in the slightest, but also the cry of a certain idiot had not changed in the slightest.

"Ah, ah, ah! It's burnt!" Matou Tsuruye, Matou Ziyan's son, with a toothbrush in his mouth, rushed out of the toilet with a mouthful of toothpaste and rushed to the kitchen.

"This idiot..." Matou Zuoyan scolded and walked out the door with a cane, 'What happened? '

"Father, father, are you going out?" Matou Tsuruo was very afraid of his father.

"Ah."

Matou Zuoyan responded casually and merged into the rainy night without looking back.

A strange feeling lingered in his heart and couldn't get rid of it.

Chapter 2 Requiem playing the second quietly

Although Matou Zuoyan often goes out, he doesn't travel around Fuyuki City like he does now.

Shenshan Town in the rainy night is no different from the past. There are occasionally three or two passers-by on the road. Most of the families turn on the lights and return to a quiet and leisure life. Most of the storefronts have closed.On the other side of the Fuyuki Bridge, Xindu, which has been developing rapidly since the early 80s, is still as noisy as day.

In the izakaya, the social animals who have just come off work have the necessary social interaction, and if they are absent, they will be regarded as not gregarious and isolated.The gangsters named Fujimura-gumi were dressed in straight suits and sent wreaths to several newly opened stores in time, indicating that they would pay protection fees.Occasionally, there are some outsiders with suitcases struggling to book a hotel and worrying about where to stay.

Matou Zuoyan rarely observes the life of "mortals" in this way.

However, today, he rarely walked in Fuyuki City again and again.

He is looking for someone.

The yellow man with a height of 195cm.