The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

"When did you start to doubt it?" Arecio asked. In his opinion, Zhu Heng is still a pretty good person. He even made soup for him. His skills are superb, but...

The cold nature of the blood race will make him like interesting people more, but it will not make him trust interesting people.Because it is very difficult for a blood race to die, especially for Aresio who got a special god. The conventional method of killing a blood race is not even effective for him, so as long as that person is interesting enough, he can even keep a murderous person by his side for a few days. ten years.

However, he really didn't feel any killing intent from Zhu Heng, and he didn't know how to judge a neuropathy.

"When I came back from the griffin training ground of the military department, I started to investigate." Luzius said, "Anyone who came into contact with you before going there, even if they pass by, may sprinkle the powder that irritates the griffin. Marshal Olsen found two people with thorn tattoos in the military headquarters, but these two people had no contact with us."

"So there are people in the childcare center..." Alessio was thoughtful, and he also went through the people he came into contact with every day in his mind for a moment. He didn't remember the names of most of them, but he could remember them. Every face, even a little bit of breath and emotion that flowed out of the other party when they first came into contact.

"But I didn't..."

He didn't realize that anyone had any malice towards him.

"The temple has a corresponding method, which is specially aimed at some dark creatures that are sensitive to emotions and will." Luzius took a deep look at Aresio, "For example, you can't perceive my emotions now, which is special. The result of the training."

"After all, some dark creatures even rely entirely on emotional perception to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, such as the water monster. Then destroying them will definitely not be able to perceive emotions."

Although the positions are opposite, Arecio can really boast about the former temple.The self-evolution of dark creatures is very slow, but the various measures of the temple are new. If it develops for more than 1000 years, the temple will really be able to exterminate most of the dark creatures.

"If Zhu Heng is related to the temple of this era, it will be troublesome." Aresio has a little headache. "Many dark creatures rely on his guidance, including Lucy. He is also the head of the medical department of the childcare center now." , has been deeply trusted for several years, and just a little doubt from you and me can't shake him."

Luzius was silent for a long time, and Alessio was a little confused.

"what happened?"

"I was thinking, obviously it was my suspicion, but you directly said 'your little doubt of mine'."

Arecio was even more inexplicable.

"Aren't you the one who doubted me?"

"Then why do I doubt you when I doubt it?"

"Nonsense, you have already doubted me, I must doubt it!"

"..."

The saint showed an unbelievable expression. He really doesn't understand the brain circuit of the blood race. Is one of the judgment criteria of the blood race is his thoughts?

"Even if I doubt it, you don't have to doubt it."

"Why?!"

"..."

It doesn't make sense at all!Luzius took a deep breath, trying to straighten out the logic.

"I mean, you can use your own judgment, not mine, to doubt."

"Has your judgment been patented? Why can't I rely on your judgment to doubt?"

"..."

"You are too inexplicable, aren't you?"

In the end who is baffling!

"...Okay, you and I have doubts."

Seeing the reluctance of this compromise, Arecio was a little angry. He rolled up his sleeves and sat directly on the coffin. Even if he didn't sleep tonight, he had to smooth this matter out!

"Dare you say that it's not because I'm not wary of Zhu Heng that you judge that Zhu Heng's method of hiding emotions may be taught by the temple of this era, so you should be suspicious?"

Ruzius thought for a while, he would really pay close attention to everyone that Alessio cared about, and Alessio had a good evaluation of Zhu Heng, and he could not forget the bowl of soup he could cook, which was a bit irritating .That being said, the cause of his doubts was indeed Aresio's attitude.After noticing it, he took the initiative to contact Zhu Heng several times, and realized that he should have temple tattoos from the same origin as himself.

The personnel of the temple all have thorn tattoos on their bodies, which vary according to their functions.His status is so high that he can even tattoo a cross on his body. It is called [Cross Thorn], and he has a weak reaction to lower-level tattoos.Ten thousand years later, the tattoos in the temple have undergone some changes, and he needs to pay extra attention to capture the existence of the tattoos.

"So the source of the suspicion is me." Alessio continued to summarize, and Luzius nodded slightly.

"So it's actually my suspicion!"

That's right...not right!What robber logic!

"Let's end this topic." Luzius didn't want to continue this way, otherwise he would be entangled all night, "Take a step back, you and I have doubts."

Aresio reluctantly agrees.

"Okay, let's judge each other, don't argue with anyone... What's wrong with you?"

The most apt summary has already been said casually by the blood race.

He used Aresio's reaction as the standard of judgment, and Aresio also took his judgment as the final conclusion. Even if there were disputes in the process, he would definitely come back to the most unified answer in the end.Luzius didn't know what the relationship between himself and Aresio had become, but this did not prevent him from feeling comfortable because of this tacit understanding.

"Nothing" - he wanted to answer this way, if it was still when the camps were opposing ten thousand years ago, even if he was aware of this tacit understanding, he would definitely answer like this. There are too many things between him and the blood race, so he is destined to be unable to be honest, but now he can.

Arecio saw the saint suddenly raised his head, his beautiful sky-colored eyes were immersed in the scent of roses.

"We have a tacit understanding." Said the saint.

Arecio seemed to be suddenly burned by the color in those eyes, and turned his head hastily. He felt that this expression was too weak. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to turn around again, looking straight at the saint. .

"Of course, hundreds of years, if there is no tacit understanding, I will break up with you long ago."

The saint smiled faintly, and Arecio rarely saw him smile like this.Of course psychopaths can laugh too, but there are always many things that Alessio can't figure out in those smiles, which makes him even feel a little scary.But the smile is different now, at least Alessio also feels a little infected, so his expression is also relaxed.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Wait and see." The saint said, "Zhu Heng is a very important pawn. The childcare center is not an easy place to hide. You can wait and see what he wants to do, but if his goal..."

"It's me." Arecio continued, "That would be a pity."

"Yes, what a pity."

If you really try to attack the three generations of blood, the result will be very interesting.

"I don't want to disturb your rest, I will communicate with you when there is news, I will go back first." Aresio jumped off the coffin, landed lightly, and then turned to the saint who was still leaning on the coffin, "Are you still unable to sleep? No If you increase the dosage, at least Zhu Heng will not harm you in this regard."

The saint closed his left eye and nodded slightly.Alessio intuited that he was hiding something. He was very familiar with this concealing attitude. some words.

Now it's like this again, he knows that the mentality of a neurotic is heavier than that of ordinary people, and he can understand it.But he felt that it was different now. The neuropathy lost the previous memory and became less distorted. They did not have to be hostile. They also exchanged information about the common enemy just now. Arecio thought... there would be a relationship between them. New beginning.

"Have you nothing to say to me?"

he finally asked.

Just asking this one more question, he thought, if it is still the same as before, then so be it.

There was silence, and the saint turned his head to hide his left eye, as if he was holding back something.Alessio took a deep breath and exhaled it again, the simulated human senses began to gradually shut down because he was tired of it.The false beating in his chest gradually slowed down as he walked away step by step, his hand touched the door of the room, and the last heartbeat finally stopped slowly.

No matter how much you imitate, you can't get close to human beings, and your inherent concepts are hard to change. Maybe this is the doomed gap between him and neuropathy.

The door opens, and the light from outside rushes in. Immediately, the darkness of the room will be left behind, together with the dim years of ten thousand years ago.

"... Arecio."

The heartbeat began to recover.

The blood race stopped, this was the first time he heard the saint call his name since he recovered.

Arecio turned his head, and the saint still leaned on the coffin without moving, covering his left eye with one hand.He couldn't help but walked back a few steps, he had never seen a neuropathy with such an expression before, a neuropathy wouldn't feel pain even if it broke a hand.

"Do you remember when we discussed, 'The light is good, the temple is good'?"

Arecio recalled for a while, thinking of this, he wanted to laugh a little.

"Have you been struggling with this? I'm just saying casually. When your memory recovers, you will naturally take the initiative to question the temple. There is no need to rush..."

"But now I'm already questioning."

Arecio looked at the typed document that the saint handed to him, and there were a lot of sketch marks on it.Alessio took over the document, which was about the balance of light and dark. He had seen too many such topics since he recovered, and this article was nothing special, so Alessio raised his head in confusion.

"Is there any problem? Isn't it just talking about...the imbalance between light and darkness, calling for the protection of dark forces?"

Luzius nodded slightly, and a few strands of his platinum-blonde half-length hair fell down on his shoulders.

"However, the imbalance of light and darkness is the status quo. Scholars of this era can only speculate about the reason. I also discovered some clues when I reconstructed the myth of the ancient goddess Frena."

Alessio noticed that his hands were slowly clenched into fists, obviously extremely disturbed, he rarely saw such neurosis.The other party is usually unpredictable, unpredictable, or a headache for him.

"Scholars of this era are of course impossible to research the reason, because they don't know the deployment of the temple ten thousand years ago. That plan was there before I was born. I thought it was a simple plan to weaken the dark camp. But it can finally be implemented in my time..." Luzius' voice was slightly unsteady, and he took a deep breath to calm the sorrow and anger that was about to overflow, "The millennium plan of the temple will be harvested in our time. This is the root cause of the collapse of balance."

"Guarded by werewolves, Behemoth of the Earth."

"Protected by the Lich, the Leviathan of the Sea."

"The branch enshrined by the east, the branch of heaven."

Arecio also reacted, his pupils shrunk.

"The Goddess gave birth to... the three pillars of darkness... I thought it was just a myth..."

"I used to think so too." Luzius said, with a slight mockery flashing in his eyes, "Until now, the result is in front of me. The temple fulfilled its long-cherished wish ten thousand years ago, the three races were almost extinct, and the three Of course the pillar collapsed."

He pushed down the stack of documents on the coffin, and the white papers flew and scattered all over the ground.

"Thus, the fire and rain wiped out the world."