The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Alessio himself doesn't remember when he first started paying attention to neuropathy.

Before being dragged into the coffin, he lived about two thousand years, two-thirds of which were free of neurosis.He also remembers a lot of things, a lot of blood races, a lot of temple hunters, some of them are dead, some of them are still alive in the end, but he always feels that he has been living as if he was floating for more than 1000 years before he encountered a neuropathy .

When he is unhappy or tired, he can cover the coffin board at any time, lie in the confined space that he feels disgusted with, and when he opens his eyes again, the world will definitely be different.Just like he was sad after the death of his friend Long, and slept in the coffin after taking revenge, the princess Long loved became a new lich, and he had a new friend.

Use deep sleep to resist boredom, use deep sleep to face death... before encountering psychosis.

After encountering a psychosis, he seemed to be a kite being connected to the string.He knows that human life is very short, and the way for the temple to fight against the shortness of time is freezing. He doesn't want that magnificent saint to be one of the people who are frozen to death, so every time he lays down in the coffin, he will think about it, bite Gritting your teeth, you will be able to stay awake again.

As long as he is awake, the other party is precious to the temple.

He was also forced to obtain news related to the saint one after another during the long waking hours, and those news were all shining without exception.The saint walked all the way, heroic, full of brilliance, that is what Alessio dreamed of when he was still a human.

But he no longer has the right to dream.

"I remember all the things you participated in, so I have a good memory." Alessio withdrew his thoughts, and did not forget to use his memory.

The saint looked at him with a strange gaze, and there was a slight flash of light in the sky-colored eyes, which quickly disappeared.

"Yes, me too."

he said slowly.

Alessio also nodded, and suddenly, he remembered that the person in front of him was once a psychopath.He remembered the things that the neuropathy had participated in, because everything the neuropathy experienced was his dream when he was a human being, and the neuropathy said that he remembered everything related to him...

Arecio was horrified when he thought about it carefully, his "remember all" and the "remember all" of the neuropathy are definitely not the same thing!With the degree of distortion in the late stage of neurosis, that "remember" is definitely the "remember" that remembers all the details!It was "remember" that was written in the notebook and would be taken out in the middle of the night!It is the "remember" that can recall all the changes in his past expressions in front of him!

Careless!Is the neuropathy starting to get sick now!

Arecio stood up in horror, staring at the saint in front of him warily.

"Does it start now?"

Luzius paused for a moment, then looked at him in confusion, as if he didn't know what he was going to say.

"As a hunter whose ultimate goal is to hunt you... once." Luzius did not forget to add, "Of course I need to understand the great things you have done, rather it is one of my homework. .”

Aresio hasn't let down his vigilance yet, the shadow of the neurosis that once brought him is really too great.

"Then tell me what you remember... about Delvi."

He has indeed recovered this memory, the saint thought for a while, and slowly stated:

"Bloodthorn Queen Delvi..."

His voice is indeed very suitable for telling history, because even when describing the events where the blood race had the upper hand, there is no extra emotional color.He talked about the queen's cleansing plan, how the manticore asked Aresio to intervene, and how Alessio sent four generations of blood to kill the queen, and he himself broke the silver cross, discrediting the temple.

Although Alessio didn't expect how the manticore contacted him, and the temple was able to know the whole process, but based on the current narration of the neuropathy, he slowly relaxed.

"That's it?"

He sat back on the chair again, and the saint on the opposite side frowned slightly, sitting upright, looking very obedient.

"Is there something missing?"

"No, it's very comprehensive." Alessio was completely relieved. The neuropathy is quite normal now, and they can still get along happily.

The saint lowered his eyelashes quietly. On the contrary, Alessio felt a little sorry. He shouldn't be prejudiced against the neuropathy who still has amnesia because of some extreme actions of the neuropathy in the past. It would be too unfair.

But he couldn't say a word about apologizing...

"You...Are you going to sleep? Go to the room with the coffin? Are you able to fall asleep?" Alessio had to forcefully change the subject. He saw the saint nodded slightly, so he got up decisively and retreated.

How about he wakes up early tomorrow and brings breakfast to the psychopath, and then he apologizes?Alessio was still thinking about it when he went back to his room, but then he thought that it was absolutely impossible for him to wake up earlier than he was insane, so he gave up.He thought about it for a long time, and suddenly approached the door and heard the sound of the saint leaving.After hesitating for a while, he didn't know what was in his mind, so he covered up his breath and followed silently.

The conservation center at night is not extremely quiet. On the contrary, there are many dark creatures that travel at night, and there are many people who take care of them. The center is brightly lit.Alessio followed behind Luzius. He deliberately hid himself, so that the current saint couldn't find him. Alessio even looked out the window in leisure.

They were walking through a floor-to-ceiling window one after another. The sea snake breathed at night, and the colorful flames floated on the surface of the inner sea. The flames reflected their silhouettes, but the flames were not the flames of war in the past, but rather gentle.

The coffin was placed on the next floor, and a room was vacated to store this precious object thousands of years ago.After obtaining consent, the center took some roses for research, but most of them remained in the coffin, solidified by the magic of time, blooming forever.

The saint came to the coffin, but he didn't lie down in a hurry to rest. Instead, he sat on it and took out a notebook.Only then did Alessio notice that the saint brought many other things, as if he planned to do something before going to bed.

The curtains in the room were not all drawn, and the cold light of pale silver projected in from the cracked gaps, printing the shadows of the window lattices on the ground.The saint against the light leaned on the heavy coffin, half of the silver-white cloak hung down, and the moist moonlight breath of the rose filled the space. The saint seemed to be immersed in this pale silver ocean, which reminded Aresio of When they first met.

Of course it wasn't the day when the silver cross was folded. It was the day when the neuropathy forcibly corrected him, hoping that he would regard it as the first day.But in Alessio's own cognition, the first time he saw Luzius was also in such a dark night, when there was no light around, and the saint appeared in front of him——

Suddenly the moon rises.

It was the hunting ground of the kingdom's nobles, a hunt where the temple and the nobles exchanged glances, and the dark cloud broken by the silver cross hung over the temple, making them frantically want revenge.The temple plans to launch an attack on the werewolves in advance, and the army of the kingdom can help them repel those snowy frontiers who believe in darkness.

The hunters cultivated by the temple are forbidden to use magic and martial arts, and search for prey.Suddenly a golden stag jumped out of the bushes, the moonlight shining on the antlers—the most precious prey today.It fled wildly among the bows and arrows of the hunters. The hunters chased after them with shouts, all the way into the deep forest, wading through the knee-high shallow water, and an arrow engraved with its name accurately shot the deer down in front of the dense forest.

The cheers of the hunters did not resound, there was only death-like silence.

In front of the dense forest, the intruder in the black cloak stood still, with an overly pale hand stretched out from the wide sleeve of the cloak, holding the arrow, and pulled it out with little effort.The owner of the hand looked at the name on it carefully and smiled.

"Lucius...which one?"

Facing the three-generation blood clan who broke the silver cross not long ago, only one of the trembling hunters stood out, and that was the first time they met in Arecio's memory.

The saint came wading through the water, as if stepping on a fairy tale of immortality woven by stars and moons. He shone brighter than the fallen golden deer, and his drooping eyelashes blocked the color of the sky.Arecio thought, how could there be such a beautiful human being?

"That's my prey," said the man, said the saint, said the hunter who made it his life's mission to kill him.

In fact, standing up just wants the deer, right?The golden fur and horns are really nice.Alessio was heartbroken after recalling the memory. He should not have pretended to be that tough at the beginning. He should have carried the deer away, made the skin into a blanket, and made the horns into decorations. He was mad and insane.

He looked at his watch, it was already time for carnival at the Cultivation Party, and the neuropathy didn't plan to go to sleep, this is unscientific, he knew the precise schedule of the neuropathy, unless...

He didn't think about sleeping at all, or couldn't sleep.

So is sleep quality not improving at all?Counting today, the neuropathy has been going all night for six consecutive days!

Alessio couldn't help himself a little, and was about to go in, when the tips of his ears moved slightly, and then quietly retreated back to the original place, silently watching the visitor knock on the door of the room that was not closed.

It's Zhu Heng.

Arecio's judgment was very precise. Before Zhu Heng entered, he quickly entered the room and stood against the wall.Sure enough, Zhu Heng closed the door casually, and took out a box of medicine from the pocket of his white coat.

"I'm on the night shift today, and the extra dose of medicine was delivered by myself." He handed the medicine to Luzius, frowning worriedly, "Relying on medicine for sleep is not a long-term solution, if you can, you can try it Get hypnotized."

Ruzius declined the offer.

"Then, feel free to call me if you need it. You do seem to..."

"It's not very good, right?" Luzius followed his words and lowered his eyes, "I'm really not very good, the day after tomorrow... no, it's tomorrow, and I will be under the same roof with the blood race."

"...This may be the source of your psychological pressure."

"...preconceived notions are hard to change."

Lucius finally said.

Zhu Heng left the medicine and left. Lucius looked at the instructions on the medicine box, and suddenly looked sideways and saw Aresio.

"Don't worry about what you just said..."

"You doubt Zhu Heng."

Luzius paused slightly, and then a faint smile appeared on his expressionless face.

"Yes, I suspect him."