[An Lei] Die in Love

I heard him say: "My little highness, you should belong to freedom..."

Then the world fell silent, as if nothing had happened.

"An Mixiu...?" Brenda asked hoarsely, but the body that had begun to become cold under her body would never say "Your Highness, I am here" with a gentle smile. In the land full of blood and yellow sand, there is only terrible silence and him alone.

Brenda straightened up and stared blankly at An Mixiu's sleeping face—he was still a little dazed now, but it was no longer because of An Mixiu's confession, but because of his death.

He still remembered his mother hugging him, looking at the brown-haired young man slowly approaching in the garden and saying to him with emotion: "My child, don't look down on this Mr. Knight because he is young, he But it has been like this since the mother was at your age, no one knows how long he has lived."

"Then will he die?" The young Brenda shrank into her mother's arms, raised her immature face slightly and looked at the woman in fine clothes with some doubts.

The queen was obviously stunned by the question, she was stunned for a while before smiling and touching his head: "This queen doesn't know, but so far many people have tried to kill him, but none of them have succeeded. "

He looked at the knight in the garden asking for directions with a gentle and courteous smile, and raised his head slightly in the direction of the red-faced maid's finger. He was slightly taken aback when he saw himself and his mother, and then showed them a gentle and modest smile with a hint of respect. .

At that time, Brenda stared blankly at those eyes against the aurora and felt that he had discovered a treasure—because he found that the person in front of him was different.

TBC.

Chapter 3

Everyone looked at them, the royal family, with respect, fear, flattery, greed and calculation, but he was different. His aurora-colored eyes were clean and clear, and he didn't think at all what his mother said, as if he had experienced a long time. The eyes of the age-he has seen the eyes of those old people, vicissitudes and muddy.

He really loves those eyes—they are more like clear and clean lake water, and you can see the stones piled up at the bottom of the lake at a glance, and they are like the distant and lonely aurora in the sky, beautiful enough and gorgeous, but not attracted by anyone Touch to own.

That man also had a face that matched those eyes, handsome and handsome, and the bright sunshine that day cast a faint golden light on his figure, making him look as beautiful as an angel.

It was the first time for Brenda to see such a good-looking person, and he heard his mother rubbing his head and saying lovingly: "Brenda, my son, his name is An Mixiu, and he will stay with you for a long time. In the palace, you can often go to him to learn and ask you what you don't understand-he knows no less than any wise man I know."

Brenda blinked, and smiled with a corner of her mouth, showing a white canine tooth—it turned out that his name was An Mixiu.

An Mixiu lived in the palace like this at that time—in fact, he can live in many places justifiably, no matter what his status is.

He seems to be one of the most mysterious forces on this continent.

"Pfft—how can it be so powerful..." An Mixiu squinted his aurora-colored eyes and smiled, looking at Brenda who was just up to his knees in front of him. a bit."

He outlived many mystical creatures on the continent, and he also knew creatures that were hidden in mythology.

"There are a lot of them. After all, if you live for a long time, you can encounter anything." An Mixiu looked at the little highness who ran over again with purple eyes and smiled. Qi Qi: "Speaking of your highness, don't you come here too often?"

"This is the palace, my home." Brenda sat on the window sill and hummed dissatisfiedly, "I don't have to ask anyone wherever I go—including you."

An Mixiu laughed, and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Alright, alright, what creature's story does your highness want to know? Go to sleep after listening to it?"

"It's all right, I don't choose." The little prince with purple eyes smiled with satisfaction, and the starlight outside the window was all imprinted in his eyes, "Or I can tell you, tell all your stories. Bar."

An Mixiu was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that His Highness would make such a request: "Why do you listen to me? It's not just because I'm also one of the legendary creatures, right?"

"Because just listening to your story, you can listen to the stories of all the creatures you know, isn't it very cost-effective?" Brenda smiled even more happily, and he was stained with the scent of various flowers because of the rush. Together with the smell of soil, they were sent by the night wind into the small courtyard where An Mixiu was currently living.

"Your highness is really cunning." An Mixiu stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms, with a helpless voice: "Let me tell you first, my story is not beautiful, and it is very long, do you want to listen to it?"

"What am I afraid of?" Brenda shrank into his arms like a coquettish cat. "I don't inherit the throne, so I have plenty of time to listen to stories with you."

He raised his head and stared at the pair of aurora-colored eyes at a very close distance, until the depths of those eyes were stained with his own purple before he smiled with satisfaction: "So Mr. Knight, can you start?"

"Of course, Your Highness." An Mixiu looked at the purple starry sky stained with aurora and smiled, and let Brenda sleep on his bed, while he himself set up a stool beside the bed: "It's my honor. "

People all over the continent know that there is a long-lived wandering knight named An Mixiu. Almost everyone with a little bit of power knows what An Mixiu looks like, but no one has ever known how he lived forever.

There were also people who sent people to assassinate An Mixiu, but most of them were counter-killed. Those who came back alive were confident that they had already killed people, but found An Mixiu again just a few days later. Frightened by Mixiu's sight, he went crazy, and died of madness within a few days.

"Why don't you keep your long life secret?" Brenda looked at An Mixiu, who was turning his wrist to practice his sword, with some puzzlement. His movements were skillful and smooth, and the orange and blue blades glistened in the sunlight. Brighten.Brenda held her chin and looked at him: "Won't that save a lot of trouble?"

"Maybe that's true, but I'm not very good at hiding." An Mixiu wiped the moisture from his forehead and smiled at Brenda, "And you always have to lie one after another to hide, and I'm not good at lying either. ——I'm a knight, and my chivalry doesn't allow me to lie."

"Furthermore, if they are found lying, they will investigate again. As long as you investigate everything with your heart, it will be easy to find out. If you are discovered at that time, problems such as greed and desire will explode." An Mixiu's smile is rare. There was a sense of sadness in it, so strong that even the young Brenda could feel it.But then he laughed briskly again: "Life like this is already very good for me, and it's really not bad to be ordinary and not need to change anything."

So in order to avoid people's greedy desires, how many times have you been injured and how many people have you killed?

Brenda opened her mouth, but she still didn't say the last sentence—although he was still young, he knew that some things really shouldn't be touched. Those things are as curious as Pandora's box, but there must be people It is warning you "don't touch, only this one must not touch".

It was himself who was warning Brenda now, he told himself: If you still want An Mixiu to stay, don't ask about that, you don't want to know now.

"So why on earth do you live forever?" Brenda tried to change the subject, but not only did the subject change stiffly, but it also made the atmosphere heavier.

An Mixiu's face froze, all the smiles slowly faded away and he became lonely and sad: "Don't ask your highness, I don't want to recall this question very much."

Brenda had to give up.

An Mixiu lived too long, and in people's impression, he was always alone.

Why in the world alone?Is it because of longevity?

But what Brenda wanted to understand was not why he was alone. He nestled in the building where he first met An Mixiu and looked at An Mixiu who was helping the maids carry heavy objects in the garden. Ask his mother: "Mother, do you think he will have a lover?"

"Mr. An Mixiu?" The queen looked at her youngest son in surprise. The six-year-old boy still had some baby fat on his immature face. At this moment, he was looking out the window with his eyebrows drawn.The queen went to the window and took her youngest son into her arms: "I don't know, maybe I'm used to it alone?"

"But, I don't think he likes someone..." Brenda was puzzled. An Mixiu is a gentle person, and he has almost brought chivalry to its peak - as long as someone asks him for help. He will help in everything he can, and he seems to be the kind of person who radiates sunshine from the inside out.

TBC.

Chapter 4

"My child, no one will get used to loneliness, but only Mr. An Mixiu, he has to be alone." The queen stroked her son's well-groomed long hair, with a slight twinkle of love and pity in his eyes, "because he It is doomed that no one can accompany him in his eternal life, because almost no girl can bear the man she loves while she is getting old and there is no change in herself.”

"So his longevity can also be said to be a curse on him." The queen sighed softly, "Because the longevity