The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

When Aresio opened a pack of snacks in the room, he clearly felt the undead magic fluctuations.He smiled, and as usual planned to browse what interesting things happened today while eating snacks, when he suddenly felt as if he had forgotten something.

He thought about it for a while.

I remembered!

He immediately went to knock on the door of the neurotic next door, but there was no sound, and the owner of the room hadn't come back yet.He walked around the door angrily for a while, and started sending messages to the psychopath.

Arecio: What do you mean? !

After waiting for a while, the message always showed "unread". Alessio sent dozens of messages to bombard him. In the end, he was tired too. With a stubborn and experimental mentality, he opened the transfer page and transferred it to the psychopath again. sum of money.

Isn't it time to look at the portable optical brain?regret it!He immediately withdrew the transfer!wait for him...

[The other party has accepted your transfer. 】

... with.

Arecio:? ? ?

What a dog operation!It's too doggy!Are you kidding him if you have time to receive transfers but not time to read messages? !

He immediately sent a message to Ai Li, asking where the psychopath was, and angrily killed her.

On the other side, Luzius turned off the optical brain, and he was in a happy mood.His gaze shifted back to the notebook spread out on his lap. The notebook belonged to his former self, and now he can open the next few pages.As he expected, the process of the Cross of Thorns being broken was indeed recorded later, with some information about the Lich who came with the Blood Race, but...

On the normal notes, there are obviously handwriting added later.The later fonts can vaguely see his current handwriting, but it is more slanted and sharper. In the blank space of each page, words and sentences from the past are entangled, or some words are repeatedly drawn with ink of different colors, and some places are even uncontrollable. He scratched the paper like he was stuck.

【He's so cute. 】

[Want to kiss his fangs. 】

[I saw his wings. 】

【Eyes...eyes...】

There are more, the words are so violent and crazy that Luzius almost doubts whether he is the one who wrote these sentences, because the one who wrote these sentences is more like a lunatic.

His fingertips slid across the last line, which he normally wrote in a calm tone——

[I don't care if the blood race treats me as a plaything. 】

And crazy, he added——

【I will be the funniest one. 】

"Mr. Ruzius, the confirmation has been completed, you have worked hard." The staff came out and thanked him.Today's recording went very smoothly. This saint from thousands of years ago has the calmest voice, which is especially suitable for narrating history.

The staff involved in the production have already known how unbelievable and shocking this history is.Although some studies have shown that light and darkness used to be opposites, but there is no source, no details, and naturally it cannot give people a sense of reality. This period of history must have caused an uproar in the Federation.

Luzius nodded slowly, and calmly closed the notebook.The mythical story that had just been dubbed flashed in his mind, and the vague guess made him feel heavy, but he was forced to suppress it again.

"When will it be made public?"

"Tomorrow! To be precise... tonight at twelve o'clock! The relevant notice has already been posted on the official website!"

"Ah."

Saying goodbye to the staff, Ruzius took the less commonly used passage. He is used to thoroughly grasping the surrounding terrain, and he has already figured out where the childcare center can go in the past few days.This road will not meet Aresio, that vampire will undoubtedly rush to nothing, and then dial his communication in a panic.

About this time.

The saint stopped and stared down at the optical brain on his wrist. Sure enough, there was a communication request to be connected, and the target was not the saint.His buoyant mood sank slightly, he picked up the communication, and said something to the other side, but he just remained expressionless.

"Sitting together and talking is indeed a good way to solve most problems, but Dr. Zhu, I think you have misunderstood."

"I didn't take that word as an insult."

Because that is the blood race, the ruler of Eternal Night, a dark creature that will survive forever if nothing happens.Not to mention, Aresio is a noble three-generation blood clan, and he is also at the top of the pyramid-like social class of the blood clan. The temple predicts that he is at least a thousand years old, because there have been records showing that Aresio not only had a relationship with the Lich Have friendship and know dragons.

And the last dragon has been dead for at least a thousand years.

For such a long-lived, powerful and beautiful creature to be able to call him a "playmate," Luzius considered it almost a compliment.

Of course he will prove himself. With his powerful strength, he will make the blood race recognize his opponent status, look at him differently, or even just look at him. If he wants to kill him quickly, he will be the most...

The saint's hand trembled suddenly, thinking of the lunatic's words in the notebook.

【I will be the funniest one. 】

He was momentarily stunned.

He might be... far less normal than he thought.

Alessio rushed to nothing in the recording studio. He felt that he had fallen asleep, and the neurosis was still pouring oil on his head.He walked back with a sullen face, and this time he finally opened the door of the psychopath. The other party had already made tea, and when he saw him coming in, he nodded calmly.

"I have something to tell you."

Arecio's anger gauge finally broke, he laughed out of anger, and his demeanor calmed down instead.

"Walk me and have fun?"

"..."

The saint looked at him quietly. Silence meant acquiescence. Alessio knew that this psycho was not as obedient as he appeared on the surface!

"Not only this time, but also before, at the Griffon training ground in the military." Alessio's memory improved at this time, and the memory of the vampires is usually not very good, but it is definitely enough for revenge!

"Although the old marshal suggested that I temporarily conceal the matter of my combat ability, I think it is not difficult to conceal..." He looked at the saint fixedly, and suddenly smiled, the tattoo on his right eye became more and more vivid, "As long as I Just hit you in a place where there is no surveillance."

The saint got up immediately, but now he was obviously no match for the serious blood clan.The sound insulation nearby was not very good, but there were no other people living on either side, so Aresio gave him a bold blow to wash away all the negative energy that this neurosis had brought to him since he recovered.

After everything subsided, the two sat peacefully at the table again. The saint's left eye was blackened, and the corner of Alessio's clothes was burnt.

"It seems that you can't pull out the holy gun now." Arecio said with emotion, "It's so beautiful, I hope you will continue to be so weak."

Ruzius took a sip of tea with a cold expression, while Aresio held up the teacup in a happy mood and said:

"I'm in a better mood now, tell me, what's the matter?"

"...The procedures for the real estate have been completed." Luzius said coldly, "We will move out of the childcare center the day after tomorrow, and counting on your speed in picking a house, we may face a model with no decoration on the same day house."

He threw Alessio a brochure for a two-story building with a garden in the center of the capital.In fact, Ally gave Arecio many brochures from the very beginning, hoping that he could buy real estate in the area specially designated for dark creatures and important personnel. Forget it, I just remembered it today.

"It was booked in your name before, and you just transferred the money to me today, plus the original one on my side, and paid in full." Ruzius said, "Please decide on the interior style as soon as possible. Although the current technology is advanced, tomorrow Checking in the day after the renovation is the limit.”

This paragraph contains a lot of information, not to mention how the neuropathy quickly completed the psychological construction of being under the same roof with him in the future, just because the neuropathy got a fortune without saying a word, A Lei Western Europe was shocked.

He thought that the saints in the temple were not very good at making money... after all, someone raised them...

"History." The saint said succinctly, "because I remember almost all of it."

This is an area that Alessio can't get involved in. He does remember some big events, but he is really vulnerable to the history memorized on a large scale and systematically by neuropathy.Not to mention that neuropathy has always been quite knowledgeable, and the knowledge of thousands of years ago can also be confirmed in some vague ways in the present, such as biological evolution, or the origin of nations, or geological changes.

In addition, people nowadays yearn for that era very much, even if they are crazy, they can make money by doing film and television and making up a story.

After choosing a style, when Aresio showed the result of the selection to the psychopath, Saint was a little surprised.

"I didn't expect it to be this style, I thought the blood race would prefer that kind..."

Arecio felt that he didn't say anything nice, so he asked.

"Which?"

"It will thunder."

"...Do you want to have a symmetrical face?"

Luzius stopped talking, he still had other things to do, and he had to watch the blood race to finish.

"The short film of the first myth has already been made by Hitomi, and it will be released the day after tomorrow, so... how do you add to the rest of the history?"

"..."

"Not moving at all?"

"..."

Luzius took a deep breath to calm down his emotions.It seems that he still overestimated the work efficiency of the blood race. It should be inefficient at all, and he would not work without anyone staring at him.

"Bring it here, I'll watch you add it."

Aresio opened his mouth, and was about to say something, but the saint had already snapped back his words.

"Don't you remember anything?"

"Remember! I have experienced it myself!"

In the hours before going to bed today, Arecio regretted countless times the big words he uttered at the beginning.His head hurts from recollection, and the history he recalled is still a pile of here and there, and in Luzius' words, it is like a dog chewing.

"I really didn't think of it." Luzius said pitifully, "If I had known this, I wouldn't have made things difficult for you."

I remember it intermittently, most of it is forgotten, and it is easy to remember it... The memory of the blood race is really amazing. It may be the reason why it will go to irresponsible sleep every once in a while. The history related to human beings is fragmented. For the power of dark creatures And the changes are very clear, at least Luzius also gained a lot in the process.

Arecio lay on the table, gasping like a gossamer.

"Her mother was... was... Iriel..."

"...that was her dead great-grandmother."

"..."

Arecio stared bitterly at the pile of papers on the table. Those messy names and countries were still tormenting him, and related terms kept circling in his head without stopping for a moment.

He stared, and suddenly sat up straight.

"I don't have a good memory!"

The saint was indifferent.

"Do you have any misunderstanding about 'good memory'?"

Alessio was not angry either, he pointed to the events he remembered one by one in novelty, as if he was outlining the trajectory of someone's life.He raised his head again, with a smile in his eyes.

"Look, I remember everything related to you."