The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Alessio ate the meal more slowly than ever before, and in the middle of it he looked up.

"or……"

"Why?" The saint looked in his direction, his tone was calm and calm.

Aresio gripped the spoon tightly in his hand.The neuropathy behaved quite normally, as before, but it seemed strange that he cared about whether to take off his clothes or not.Psychopaths have always been very persistent. If he refuses at this time, he will definitely be questioned. How should he explain it?

...Actually, I may have a slight crush on you?

No!impossible!Even if Theo was run over by a carriage eight hundred times!He would never say such a thing!

The spoon was twisted in his hand, and Arecio was startled, and quietly rolled the spoon into a ball and squeezed it into his palm.

"How about..." He was quick to think, "How about I add some pepper?"

"...you decide on your own."

witty!So witty!Alessio frantically shook the pepper into the bowl. He is really a quick-witted little ghost. He will never reveal anything this time. He still has half a bowl of soup for himself to build his mind.

"Have you finished your drink?" The always patient psychopath actually began to urge him, "You have been drinking a bowl of soup for more than half an hour, did you put too much pepper?"

And he was right, because Alessio responded with a series of sneezes.

He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water and brought it out to Arecio.The blood clan took the radish cup, endured a sneeze with difficulty, the corners of his eyes were red, and he took a few sips of water to survive.

But the next second—

"What are you holding in your hand? A spoon?"

"... used to be."

"..."

Luzius confiscated the small iron ball and put it in his pocket without a trace.Then, he faced Aresio with a tense expression, showing a little smile.

"So, shall we begin?"

The lights in the main hall were not turned on, only a little light from the dining room.The platinum-haired saint lowered his eyes, and first slowly took off the home coat. The loose collar could not cover the line of the collarbone.He seemed to be unsheathing the sword by itself. Before that, Alessio would never have imagined that one day, his old enemy would disarm in front of him, and even bare his deadly shoulders and neck.

He even vaguely smelled a scent of blood, and the good taste once again floated from the depths of his memory.Aresio showed his fangs uncontrollably, and he had to raise his hand to cover it.

"You... have wounds on your body?"

"Well, I'm practicing a new flower knife while chopping vegetables."

Your bridal courses are really up to date!

Alessio seriously suspected that this neuropathy was intentional. He resisted the desire to bite the side of the opponent's neck, and bit his lower lip with his fangs. A little pain helped him concentrate.But even if he endured it, he would never give up.

"Aren't you afraid that I will bite you? Just bite the neck and bite it off!"

The saint smiled softly.

"The blood race is not a troll, and it doesn't have that kind of bite force, not to mention that your fangs seem to be shorter than ordinary blood races."

"Shut up! Don't talk short!"

Arecio was furious. He looked around and picked up an apple from the fruit bowl.

"Alright!"

He demonstrated his stunt. With just such a light bite, the four fangs are perfectly embedded in the apple. As long as there is no violent movement, the apple will never fall off. This just shows that his fangs are still very long !

However, when he finally calmed down, he saw the psychopath looking at him expressionlessly.

Alessio bit the apple dumbly, and he read many things from the neurotic eyes, such as doubt, pity, surprise, and...

"You laughed at me." The psychopath sincerely asked for his opinion, "Can I laugh?"

No!

Arecio finally heard the sound of the string breaking in his head again.

He sneered, and actually took the initiative to approach the saint, his deep rose-colored pupils in the dimness gradually glowed with the unique gleam of dark creatures that love darkness.He grabbed the old enemy by the collar and pushed him down on the sofa, and the shadow cast by the blood clan completely enveloped Luzius.

"I forgot to ask, how was your experience last time?" The Blood Race asked softly in his ear, "Is it..."

"Bliss?"

It wasn't just Alessio who remembered the taste of Luzius' blood, but Luzius also remembered the moment when he was touched by the vampire's fangs.His eyes then sank slightly, and a long chain slid out of his cuffs, and slowly went around behind the vampire who was suppressing him.

"Because I can't forget that feeling, so you come to provoke me again, hoping that I will bite you again?"

The long chain gradually tightened, and Luzius narrowed his eyes, saw the vampire above him showing sharp fangs, and smiled.

"This is a good thing for mutual benefit, why don't you just say it?"

He pulled the holy man up, breathing close to the side of the holy man's neck.Luzius felt a breath of air brushing against the side of his bare neck, as if the vampire opened his mouth, and the slightly pointed fangs were about to touch his skin——

Luzius' pupils shrank suddenly, as long as Aresio was drunk with his blood, his long chain would...

"...Well, this is the cross of thorns?"

The expected slight pain and boundless bliss did not come, and Aresio's consciousness was very clear. He grabbed his shoulder and looked at the tattoo on his right shoulder in a difficult posture.He looked at the tattoo for a while, and suddenly realized that the psychopath had been silent for a long time, so he tilted his head.

"What? Do you really think I will bite you? Don't worry, although you are always angry with me, I don't want to bite you."

"..."

This vampire, who has no vampire beauty at all, seems to regard biting as a means of punishment and hostility.

The long chain quietly shrank under the sofa and hid it. Lu Qiwusi was silent for a while, and suddenly heard Alessio say in surprise:

"Are you sure this tattoo is called the cross of thorns? Full name? No other name?"

"...Why do you ask like that?"

Alessio stretched out his hand and touched the tattoo with his fingertips.He felt the muscles under his hands tense suddenly, and couldn't help being a little funny.

"Don't be nervous, I'll show you the location, here..."

"And a bird."

……bird?

Arecio nodded affirmatively, "The cross is below. I've seen some totems in the temple. The thorns should be wrapped around the cross, right? Yours is different. The thorns are still there, but they just spread out from the cross. Trapped a bird."

"The bird looks familiar..." Arecio felt that he must have seen it somewhere. "It's a bit like an oriental totem, and the style is very similar."

"...Qizhi?" Luzius gave a guess, which made Alessio think of it immediately.

"Yes, Qi Zhi, I have seen this flying shape in some travel notes."

After seeing the tattoos, I now have more problems.Luzius was sure that he only had cross and thorn tattoos when he was in the temple, and the extra perched branch pattern could only have emerged later.But why it emerged, and why only this pattern appeared, is still unknown.

Luzius had a vague premonition that the answers to these mysteries lay in his lost memory.

Alessio was still looking at the tattoo from a strenuous angle, and Luzius handed over the notebook and pen.

"Draw it down to facilitate future research."

"..."

"...It seems to be a bit embarrassing for you."

Arecio glared at him, then suddenly realized his current posture...

He knelt on the psychopath's lap, holding the other's shoulder with one hand. The neuropathy was probably afraid that he would fall over. He held a pen and paper in one hand, and supported his waist with the other.When Alessio realized this, he quickly broke out of his plexus arms, and the tips of his ears were still a little hot.

"Then you... draw yourself in the mirror tomorrow."

He even forgot the bitten apple he had put on the low table, and went straight upstairs, when the psychopath suddenly made a sound, which surprised him.

"Remember to close the windows before going to bed."

He breathed a sigh of relief, responded, returned to his room, and threw himself on the bed.

In fact, he was almost...almost and he actually bit down... Maybe more than biting down...

In the darkness, he stretched out his hand and touched his fangs lightly.

Just now, in an instant, he actually—

I want to give [First Embrace] to the neuropathy.

Ruzius stayed in the living room without turning on the light, the long chain crept up from under the sofa and wrapped it around his wrist.He touched his right shoulder, and the tattoo there had changed. The thorns wrapped around the flying birds, which symbolized the image of "bondage".

and also……

His eyes shifted to the apple on the table, he picked it up, and looked at the bite marks left by the vampire.

The four small fangs are neatly arranged.

It was the fangs that left such a mark, which almost touched the side of his neck just now.

In fact, he didn't know what he wanted to do when he was about to be bitten.He used the long chain he had tamed, trying to use it to control the opponent's actions when the vampire was intoxicated, or bind his hands, or restrain the wings that might spread.When his prey is in the net, he will...

He brought the apple close to his lips, originally the smooth side was close, but he suddenly rotated the apple and bit down on the tooth mark.The sweet and sour juice filled his mouth, and he ate the whole apple in silence before slowly raising his eyes.

It's time to go back to the room.

He reacted a little.

Arecio did not find his apple from last night the next day.

He was a little confused, so he asked the neuropath who was serving breakfast.

"Did you see my apple?"

"The one with four holes?"

"...Yes." Arecio began to regret asking about the whereabouts of the apple.

"I thought you never wanted to see that apple again."

"..." This is true.

"Would you like to try an orange next time? I got the thick-skinned variety."

"To shut up!"

In a fit of anger, Arecio picked up the knife and fork angrily, and he absolutely didn't want to bring up the topic of apples again.Halfway through the meal, he suddenly heard the psychopath on the opposite side say:

"The rose has sprouted."

"Really?"

Alessio excitedly ran to see, and secretly observed the growth of the radish by the way.He came to the area near the wall, and sure enough, some plant seedlings appeared on the wet soil. He squatted down to look, and poked again.The psychopath also came to him, instead of squatting down, he stood and peeled off a piece of candy wrapper.

"Give me one too." Arecio asked for a candy, stuffed it into his mouth, and expressed his love to the roses on the ground.

"You're eating candy again."

"……Um."

From Luzius' point of view, he could see the tops of the blood race's hair, and a few broken hairs were in a mess.He stared intently at the messy hair, wanting to straighten out his hand, but also realized that in the eyes of Alessio, they might not have reached the level of such an intimate gesture.

With the appearance of Clawvenson, his memory was pushed forward again by a long distance.So he wasn't surprised that there were some contents in his old notebook.

The hunter who killed Clovenson eventually committed suicide.

The temple remained silent on this matter, and even hastily collected the other party's bones and buried them in an ordinary cemetery instead of a hero's cemetery.

【I think the Glorious Temple should have noticed it too. 】

In the old days, he wrote in his notes, and in the later period, he went crazy and added the messy handwriting laughing beside him.

【I, we, those of us hunters who have a destiny, have always received a specific education. 】

[And this kind of education has been verified as "problematic" at present. 】

【We care too much about our destiny. 】

【I……】

【Too concerned about Arecio. 】

Crazy, he crossed out all the words between "I" and "Arecio", and under the trace of the alteration, a line of characters was fierce and arrogant.

【I……】

【Falling in love with Aresio. 】