Chapter 719 Date A Live

My name is Zhou Mingrui, and I am a killer with no emotions. To put it nicely, I am an assassin.

Currently on a mission in the reincarnation space, he is participating in the Holy Grail War in the Marvel Universe and temporarily staying in a Continental Hotel.

Logically speaking, he should have completed the mission despite many life and death crises and returned to the reincarnation space with a wave of his sleeves without taking away a single cloud.

But reality is a little different from imagination.

There are no scheming teammates, just seniors with explosively thick thighs and rookie girls who are easy to talk to.

I didn't encounter any dangerous accidents. When I walked on the street at night, let alone the heroic spirit, I couldn't even see a zero-yuan purchase.

Even if you work as a waiter in a hotel and prepare to earn some money to bring back to the real world, you can still encounter this kind of thing.

"Hmph~ hum hum ~"

Crash-!

There was humming and the sound of showering coming from the bathroom. I don't know if it was rose-scented shower gel or shampoo. It passed through the unclosed door and floated in the room along with the steam.

"Miss Nana, I bought a change of clothes for you."

Zhou Mingrui watched intently as the walls were covered with exquisite silk wallpapers painted with delicate floral patterns.

He used the assassin's ability to make his body as light as a feather, quickly and silently came to the only place where the object could be placed, a piece of finely carved coffee, and put down the shopping bag.

During this period, he tried not to let himself look at the women's underwear that was scattered and wet by the river water next to the crimson velvet curtains.

It's not that I'm shy, I just don't look at anything inappropriate.

"I'll put the clothes here for you."

Zhou Mingrui shouted: "If you need anything else, please contact the front desk."

As soon as he turned around, his keen hearing heard the sound of the valve closing in the bathroom, and a figure wrapped in a bath towel opened the bathroom door and walked out.

"Zhou, wait a moment." Nayako walked out of the bathroom with her long wet hair.

Girl, I'm really not that kind of person.

At this time, Zhou Mingrui was mentally prepared and planned to decisively and politely reject this girl who was inexplicably passionate about him and had an open personality.

It's not a gentleman's reason, it's just that the concept is not suitable.

"Tip." Nayako took out a ten-dollar bill from his wallet.

"."

Zhou Mingrui looked at the banknote and his toes involuntarily twitched in his leather shoes, but he still expressed his sincere thanks.

I must have been influenced by the prince of the Nidhogg Group who liked to privately chat with me about hair color pictures in the WeChat group I often worked in.

"Disappointed?" Nayako said with a naughty smile, as if she could penetrate people's hearts: "I'm not a casual girl either."

"But if you want to stay tonight Zhou"

Nayako glanced at the single bed, and said with a meltingly sweet voice and an unguarded smile, "Okay~"

"You misunderstood, thank you for the tip."

Zhou Mingrui quickly took the 10 note and walked out the door with a brisk pace, not forgetting to close the door when he left.

Is this the foreign style?

Although there were many foreigners in the company where he worked before, this was the first time Zhou Mingrui encountered such a "hint" that could not be more straightforward.

The key point is that the other party is not some Qiao Biluo, but a real real beauty.

This is too advanced for a social creature who is about to turn thirty and automatically become a magician.

"Huh..." Zhou Mingrui breathed a long sigh of relief, pocketed the tip happily, turned around and walked towards the 'back kitchen' where the food was refreshed.

Huaishi should be at this time.

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"What did he mean by what he said before?"

Zhou Mingrui suddenly stopped: "Isn't it right that he is her?"

When he was at the Paradise Hotel, he saw Huai Shi entering the men's room. How could such a cute boy be a girl?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Even if it's a girl, why do you have to tell me?

Zhou Mingrui suddenly felt a little tired today. Maybe it would be a good idea to go back to Simmons in his room and have a good sleep.

Having already reached the door of the kitchen, he chose to skip a meal based on some mysterious intuition.

But as soon as he turned around, a girl with faint blue hair hanging down from her shoulders appeared at an unknown time and was sitting on a chair at the front desk of the lobby.

The white skirt hangs from the edge of the chair, revealing the shoe straps and white ankles.

Familiar with.

It seemed like déjà vu.

"Brother Zhou." The girl looked up at the top of the stairs weakly: "She is a bad woman."

No, sister.

You wait a moment.

snap

A pair of hands gently placed on Zhou Mingrui's shoulders, like a threat from a natural enemy or a predator at the top of the food chain coming from behind.

In the midst of extreme depression, a sacred and solemn face with downcast eyes whispered in Zhou Mingrui's ear:

"My friend, you have a new mission."

After a while.

Zhou Mingrui, who accepted the task of 'making that foreign god coy' and sealing his power through 'kissing', returned to his room in a daze.

On Huaishi's shoulder, the shadow of a crow solidified.

Huai Shisheng raised his hand helplessly and asked, "Why should I participate like this?"

"What if his lustful heart is really seduced by the beauty trap?" Su Lin sighed helplessly: "You can watch him, Huai Shi."

"Compared to that kind of active woman with unknown origins, naturally a good brother suddenly turns into a woman, right?" The crow used its wings to lift Huai Shi's chin:

"Everything is to save the world."

Huai Shi looked at the serious person and bird in front of her, but suddenly she had the illusion that she was the only human being in the entire hotel.

"real?"

Of course it's just for fun, little idiot.

Amidst the roar of the giant beast, time passed quickly, and the magic light, which was more dazzling than the lava, flowed quietly on the matrix spread throughout the stone chamber.

It wasn't until the things that frightened life were blended together again that the stone room returned to peace.

"Stephen, are you okay?" Clea stepped forward to help Stephen, who was just a bunch of evil monsters.

"Haha...haha, I'm fine. I'm fine." Stephen gasped violently, and his almost red eyes recovered after closing them for a moment: "It's okay, it's okay, the spell this time is really effective." A little bit of a violation.”

He raised an index finger, shook it twice, and then shook his head, which was still covered in brain fog.

The eyelids of several reincarnations on the side twitched a few times.

To explore the origin of the universe and trace the history of time and space, the spell that requires the complete release of all monsters is called a little violation.

This Doctor Strange is really a bit too humorous.

"I'm sorry, Clea. You." Stephen looked at Clea who was already close to him and wanted to remind him but didn't know how to say it:

"Let go of me. Don't worry about me so much. I'm just a dead soul and I'm not the Strange you know."

"Sorry." Clea also realized that she had overreacted, including her current behavior:

"But I always think of you as him. You are almost exactly the same. I'm sorry."

She said sorry, then rubbed her forehead, trying to stop her out-of-control emotions from interfering with her rationality.

"I can understand, but I'm far behind him." Stephen withdrew his hand that was halfway raised to put on the other person's shoulder to comfort him, and turned to look at the people with gossipy eyes:

"Let's talk about the conclusion first. In order to get this answer, I also used some favors."

The four reincarnations, including Nanaya Shiki, focused their attention on Stephen.

"Looking at all dimensions of time and space in the entire multiverse, including all history known to the observer."

"Holy Grail War."

"It is definitely not a foreign thing. It has been held since the beginning of the universe and even before the reincarnation of the universe in this life."

Stephen walked up to Nanaya Shiki, took off the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said:

"The history of the Holy Grail War has never been tampered with, Qiye, and this universe may be your true home."

Nanaya Zhiki's eyes twitched crazily.

He never expected that after he and others confessed everything, including taking the initiative to reveal their scars and explaining their origins in order to seek deeper cooperation.

This Black Strange would actually come to such a conclusion.

Stephen: "Qiye, are you listening?"

I'm listening, but do you want to hear what you're saying?

"The Pocket Universe Federation composed of high-level teams sent us a beacon."

Lou Baiyu walked to the two of them and interrupted:

"They invited all teams to unite to end the Holy Grail War, and disclosed the time and space beacon of the 616 main universe, preparing to hunt the God of Steel."

"They also mentioned that there is a force disguised as reincarnation that has infiltrated into the Holy Grail War."

"It should be for you, Strange. We are not strong enough for them to take notice."

"Haha, as long as the heroic spirits have some strength, they will not agree to terminate." Stephen said with a smile:

"Well, regardless of whether the 'devourer of worlds' you showed is real or not, I'm more curious about another thing now."

"Why don't you care about confidentiality at all when you are given a reincarnation space that gives you missions?"

Seeing that several people were confused, Stephen, with thick dark circles under his eyes, began to draw circles in the air, and dozens of different pictures appeared.

It was a battle that broke out one after another in New York City. Every time a heroic spirit and master left the scene, a new one would join them.

"Did you find it?" Stephen asked:

"Not only did you not slow down the progress of the Holy Grail War, on the contrary, because the reincarnators leaked relevant information in various parallel universes and sought help."

"More and more people know about this ceremony."

Stephen waved his hand to close all the mirrors, and then put away the Noble Phantasm that supported his unrestricted casting, a 0-dimensional space formed by the destruction and collapse of the universe.

"The reincarnation space has always been like this. It doesn't matter whether the reincarnator keeps the information secret." Nanaya Shiki said.

Stephen shook his head and said: "This time is different, the undead from the entire multiverse are involved."

"Cherish life, don't waste it."

The dark cave was filled with smoke, and there were footsteps outside. The man lying in a pool of blood, Stark would never forget him in his life.

Ethan, a man who saved himself twice.

Once on the operating table, and once when activating the Mark 1, the other party picked up the weapon alone and went out to buy time for himself.

"I will"

Tony Stark murmured:

"Of course I will cherish life."

Surrounded by flowers, honors and applause, as a superhero and the smartest scientist, he did not waste every minute or second he got from now on.

For world peace, for the happiness of mankind, for the safety of the earth, I think more than anyone else.

Nick Fury?

He is too mediocre and narrow-minded.

Steve Roger?

His set is too old-fashioned, not only outdated, but also lacking wisdom.

As for other superheroes who have met or never met.

Haha, don't cause trouble like in comics or movies, thank God.

"Mediocre people like to trouble themselves, and I help them solve their troubles."

A white steel armor sat on the sofa, holding a red wine glass in his hand, and said: "In a sense, I am God."

Damn, what are you talking about, you lunatic?

Tony was stunned, but then he heard the same familiar voice from the other side.

"To be precise, I am just playing a human and helping humans move towards a better future."

I am not wearing an iron armor, but a pair of sunglasses. I am standing on the podium, spreading my arms in an exaggerated and proud posture:

"Isn't it? Tony Stark has that ability, while other superheroes, countries, and the military often make things worse."

No, Stark just wants to finish some things and then go home for dinner. It would be even better if this dinner is made by the cooking immortal Emiya.

He really wants to refute the guy on the podium, but

"Ethan, sometimes I feel that I shouldn't live unless there is a purpose."

A self in a white shirt sits in the workshop, fiddling with the weapon in his hand: "For example, maintaining the stable order of the world."

The first sentence is too extreme, but you are right about the second sentence.

Tony Stark has a sense of resonance in his heart. At least this self looks a little more normal.

"So."

Tony in a white shirt raised his head and suddenly looked over here: "You just watch like this?"

What?

"You have the smartest brain in the universe, but now you leave everything to others, to a god you don't trust?"

I still trust him more.

"Really?"

Tony in white shirt stood up, walked in front of him, and asked: "But this is your world, what qualifications do they have to take away your mission?"

They are my friends

"These things should have been done by me." Tony in white shirt pointed to the workbench beside him and said:

"If they leave directly after completing the task, I can handle all this in the future, right?!"

Following the direction pointed by the other party, Tony Stark saw the design blueprints one by one.

Those were the various weapons and technologies that he had stored in other worlds and did not bring back.

He did not devote himself to learning magic and fairy magic, but regarded those spells with different effects from microscopic to macroscopic levels as parts, combined with their principles, and with various ingenious ideas, a lot of new products appeared in a blowout manner.

"You shouldn't just sit there and wait for death."

When Tony Stark was staring at those things, he didn't notice that a figure that seemed to be made of black particles was standing behind him.

The nearest black shadow turned into a white steel armor in the blurry illusion and stretched out his hand to him.

"Brother Toro."

"Big Shit"

"Tony Stark!"

As if someone was calling him, Tony turned around and looked behind him, and everything suddenly disappeared in the flashing white light.

"Are you okay?" Ge Xiaolun asked.

"Not bad." Tony rubbed his eyes, shook his head, and asked, "Did I fall asleep?"