The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

On the shore of the Emerald Inner Sea, the Lich left. I suppressed a habitual smile. He looked at the Red Moon City surrounded by the Emerald Inner Sea. He didn't have much expression on his face. He murmured that he had read from the Red Moon City s story,

"At the first quarter of the moon, a powerful person has arrived, and he has set a countdown."

"Full Moon, the dependents of the mighty have arrived to participate in this terrible arbitrary game."

"The last quarter moon, there is no need to save, there are shadows of fall everywhere, no enemies, no friends."

"Finally, the moonless new moon..."

He stood up and walked a few steps beside the Emerald Inner Sea.The soul butterfly floats and sinks to prey, and the blue soul fire is reflected in his black eyes exposed outside the talisman paper, flashing and flashing.

he asked softly, asking the man who wasn't here.

"What have you been through, Arresi?"

***

The play ended with thunderous applause.

Although it was a holographic projection and there were no actors on stage to take a curtain call, many people stood up spontaneously and applauded desperately to express their gratitude and touch.They thank Hitomi for bringing such a legendary drama back ten thousand years later, and also thank the glorious troupe ten thousand years ago for being able to perform such a wonderful work, not to mention that the last era was far less developed than it is now Film and television technology, but those actors can make the audience feel like they are there.

Arecio is also a member of the applause, but his applause is more emotional than the simple audience next to him.This drama also occupies a very important position in his long life. Whenever the melody of "In Praise of the Stars" sounds, he can always think of every carnival he spent with his neuroses.

The current neuropathy should have recovered the relevant memories, and Arecio would even think that it would be great if the memory of the neuropathy could stay in the present, so that there would be no future...

He let the saints around him lead him out of the crowd, and the carnival was not completely over yet.On the stage in the center of the square, the winner of today’s free play will be selected. The floats have already entered the arena one by one, and there will be a holographic fireworks show at zero o’clock. They haven’t finished turning all the booths, so the time before the fireworks show is just used.

"So go make another ice cream? Or divination?" Alessio took back the stored balloon, fearing that it might fly away, so he held the neurotic's wrist and carefully wrapped the string around his wrist.

Luzius: "..."

"Why don't you tie it to your own wrist?"

Arecio is very confident.

"If you don't leave, isn't it the same to tie your wrist!"

Then he can free his hands to play as much as he wants!

However, the neuropathy did not come back quickly. On the contrary, he looked at Arecio and smiled instead.

"Okay, I won't leave."

He didn't take the opportunity to dog Arecio, but made Arecio very vigilant.He glanced at the psychopath hesitantly, always feeling that the other party was planning some big move, but looking at it, he forgot his initial precautions.Amidst the flickering lights, the saint's eyes indulged, whether it was the platinum-blonde semi-long hair or the sky-colored eyes, these light tones were unbelievably beautiful against the brilliant background.

——Perhaps this evaluation is full of Alessio's personal subjectivity.

The parade of floats began, and the flow of people surged. Those floats were ingeniously named after major historical events thousands of years ago. Alessio thought he would not recognize anything, but as the floats passed by, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"I know this! This heretical organization was tracked down by us together."

"You really still remember this bard, he was the first to sing a ballad about you, right?"

The last and biggest carnival float is slowly approaching, spraying holographic firelight.The crowd exclaimed, and some of the brave ones even stretched out their hands to touch the gorgeous golden flames, and Alessio was one of them who did the same.He was even more courageous, directly bathed in the flames, and stretched out his hand to the person on the float who was throwing flowers and candies, with a clear expression in his eyes, "Give some candy".

Float volunteers in costumes: "..."

He had to give Arecio a lot of candy, and Arecio gave it to the psychopath after changing hands. He always remembered that the other party liked sweets.

Seeing Alessio eagerly collecting candy and stuffing it into his pockets all night, like a cat that went out to hunt and worked hard to raise a family, Ruzius endured it, not letting himself laugh because of this overly appropriate metaphor.

Alessio looked suspiciously at the expressionless neuropathy, he always felt that the neuropathy was thinking of something strange.

"Does today look like a carnival in the past?" Luzius changed the topic, with a smile, "Although you released my pigeons one year and there was a terrible news of death, I am more Remember, you came back the next year and we met again at the carnival."

"I ordered a doll that looked like you at the booth. Before I could pick it up, you came and took the doll in your hands."

"That's..." Arecio didn't want to be misunderstood by neuropathy, "That was because I had a fight with Theo. Unfortunately, compared with the last time when I was torn off my wings, I didn't make much progress. Hide before Theo kills you."

"Is it badly hurt?"

"Also... okay?" Arecio doesn't remember bad things very much. "The vitality of the blood race is very tenacious. If you find a place to lie down for half a year, you can come out to run and jump again."

The saint frowned slightly, disapproving of Aresio's choice.

"You should hide it, it's not an exaggeration to hide it for hundreds of years."

"Could it be that you like being frozen?" Arecio asked.

"...No."

"Then it's over? So I have to stay awake." Having said that, he narrowed his eyes a little, looking in a good mood, "So, even if you are first embraced, don't worry. I will be with you Go to sleep together, wake up together. You will be the only continuation of my strength, the only descendant of Zhenruo's life, even if you get tired of it one day..."

Alessio suddenly realized that his words seemed a little too lingering, and he immediately stopped talking, but his insanity persisted.

"What if I get bored one day?"

Arecio glared at him, not wanting to answer.

"What's the matter?" Luzius didn't want to let him go like this, "Let me go?"

"What dream are you doing? From the day you become my descendant, your life no longer belongs to you." He paused for a moment, and he was a little ashamed to say that sentence, but looking at the psychopath in front of him, the other party had a bright and bright personality. Compared with him who was already in the dark, his cold appearance was like a bird about to fly away from him.

He then took a deep breath.

"From birth to death, you will be mine."

What surged in my heart at this time was undoubtedly a strong possessive desire.Arecio doesn't have too much attachment to power, and he doesn't care about wealth at all, because after becoming a vampire, all the joys in the world have long since left him. Nor did he feel that it was a great feat.

Because it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense to him whether he is at the pinnacle of power.

As far as he is concerned, the biggest benefit of Theo's death is that he is more free, and no one will interfere with his wandering and making friends.But at that time, the werewolf king passed away, the lich had already left the curtain with the sea of ​​undead, and the people and things he cared about left one after another, leaving only insanity.

However, the neuropathy also fell out with him in the end. Alessio didn't know if it was his own problem. He didn't want to fix it. He also asked, but the neuropathy refused to say anything.

He refused to say anything, only looked at him with that complicated and unspeakable eyes, and always had to eat a few candies in the end.

...as it is now.

Alessio was taken aback, the memory just now made him have a certain psychological shadow on the neuropathy eating candy, as if the neuropathy would turn against him in the next second.So he put on a straight face and snatched the crazy candy.

"..." The saint sighed, "You have to let me eat some candy."

"No! Don't eat!"

"If you don't eat, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."

Because, because of what he just said?Or is there some memory restored?Arecio is very nervous, the memory node of the neuropathy at this time is really dangerous, and it is stuck on the eve of their falling out.

"I wanted to give you a gift in a normal way." The saint said softly, "but now..."

"Arisi, can you come with me?"

Alessio didn't know what the neuropathy wanted to tell him. His thoughts were extremely chaotic. Sometimes it was ten thousand years ago, and sometimes it jumped to the present.Maybe he shouldn't have said those words before, maybe the neuropathy itself doesn't like such overly possessive words, or maybe, the neuropathy now has remembered some things, including what Alessio may have done, in the understanding of neuropathy Among them, things that can cause the two to break up.

Alessio walked into the corner along the road that the psychopath gave way to, and there was no one there.He saw that the neuropathy stuffed something into his mouth, it should be sugar, so whether he was suppressing his anger, Alessio didn't know.

He still decided to save it as much as possible.

"Wait a minute, what I just said didn't deprive you of your free will, and I didn't think about it..." He turned his head, trying to make himself appear more sincere, and more sincere, but before he could finish his words, the psychopath pinned him down here. Kissed him in the shadow where no one passed by.

The kiss was too sudden, and Aresio's deep rose-colored pupils opened wide, and he struggled subconsciously.Something hard was pushed into his mouth with the touch of his lips and tongue, and the tip of his tongue seemed to touch some fine and flourishing patterns, but just by the touch of the tip of his tongue, he couldn't tell what it was, he just felt that the other party's lips and tongue were Hot, and this solid object is cold.

The hot and cold touch made his eyes water, and he didn't even dare to move his tongue easily, lest he swallow this obviously not candy thing into his stomach.

His irresistibility provided convenience for the other party. When the tip of his tongue touched his palate, Alessio could bear it for a while, but when the other party began to lick his fangs wantonly, the water in his eyes finally floated up, and it was wet wet eyelashes.

He recognized, too, what was now moving on the tip of his psychotic tongue—

It is a silver cross.

This discovery made him completely defeated. When he was finally released, he was already sitting down against the wall, and he didn't even dare to open his mouth for breathing, for fear that the silver cross in his mouth would fall out.

[I originally wanted to give you a gift in a normal way. 】

He finally understood this sentence, and with this understanding, he finally realized one thing——

The saint squatted down and looked at him at the same level. There was a faint smile in his sky-colored eyes.This smile Arecio had seen, before the heavy and gorgeous coffin in the cathedral where they had a decisive battle, the saint smiled at him like this, and then spit out the prophecy of the destruction of the world.

With a silver cross in his mouth, he almost stared blankly at the saint who was approaching him again.A light kiss landed on his eyelashes, this kiss was not pure tenderness, as the wet tip of the saint's tongue swept across his eyelashes, after all, it was a little neurotic.

"I've always wanted to kiss your fangs. You showed me your possessiveness just now, and I'm just enduring it."

The saint said softly.

"It was you who stopped me from eating candy first."

Arecio's pupils began to shrink violently, and that hasty memory finally resurfaced in his mind, about how he fought the saint, how he was pushed into the coffin and kissed, the entanglement of the tongue was the same as before, except that at that time What was pushed into his mouth was not a silver cross, but a blood crystal.

【I don't want you to hate me, so even if I die, I still have to tell you the root cause of my rebellion against you. 】

[Three years later, there will be a rain of fire that destroys the world. 】

【Everything will be wiped out in the rain of fire, and you and I will board the "Ark" and sail to a new era of gold. 】

When the sage spoke the prophecy, his expression was gentle but violent.

"God..." Arecio covered his mouth to prevent the silver cross from falling out, but this did not prevent him from opening his red pupils and cursing slightly vaguely!

"are you crazy!!!"