The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

After scolding the madman, he stopped too hastily and almost swallowed the silver cross in his mouth.In fact, it can be spit out, but Aresio glanced at the psychopath vigilantly, and found that the other party's gaze implied expectation.

Arecio: "..."

He didn't know whether it would be worse if he accidentally swallowed the silver cross, or pushed it out with the wet tongue wrapped around it.For the former, he had to go to the hospital, for the latter, he had a strong sense of foreboding. He looked around, and found that the place the neurotic was looking for was very secluded, and the parade of floats was on its second lap, and most people's attention was focused on that up.

So Alessio shut his mouth tightly and chose not to speak from now on.

Of course he wanted to grab the psychopath and question him about everything, but compared with the vague sense of crisis, he planned to put the questioning later, since the neuropathy couldn't escape anyway.

He didn't spit it out, and the saint's eyes were indeed slightly disappointed.

"Aren't you going to spit it out?" He seemed concerned, and Arecio shook his head slowly. He felt that the process of spitting it out was too erotic. Currently, he is insane, and it is likely to have unsatisfactory consequences.

His eyes fell on the psychopath's pocket, and he gestured.There is sugar in the pocket, if a neurotic eats a few, at least he can order normally.

Sure enough, after learning that he had recovered all his memories, Arecio became very vigilant.Ruzius felt a little regretful. He originally wanted to tell Aresio the news of his memory recovery after the two of them had thoroughly established their relationship. The confrontation has gradually disappeared in the long relationship between dogs during this period of time, which is enough to usher in a stable relationship.

Arecio has shown him dominance, which is a very, very good start.In addition, there is no external interference at all, and these factors are the root of Luzius's peace of mind.

"Do you still want to see the floats?" He asked naturally as if nothing happened.Arecio shook his head vigilantly, he just wanted to find a safer place to spit out the silver cross... spit it out... spit it out...

Arecio paused, and licked the silver cross with the tip of his tongue, but the silver cross remained motionless.

He had a... not so good feeling.

Licking again, Arecio was completely unaware that the slight bulge of the tip of his tongue against his cheek had already exposed the small movements he was making at this time.Luzius watched the slightly pointed bump appear and disappear on Aresio's face, appearing and disappearing again, and ate a few candies while maintaining a calm expression.

Arecio repeatedly confirmed, and finally realized a fact in horror——

its stuck.

To be exact, it was stuck on his fangs.

The pattern of the silver cross is complicated, and there are many hollowing outs. Now one of his fangs has penetrated into the hollowing out, and no matter how the tip of his tongue moves, the two cannot be separated.

Arecio: "..."

Now, he no longer has to worry about swallowing the silver cross!

The float performed three full circles before leaving. During this period, Alessio tried countless methods to push down the silver cross.However, his cheeks were sore, and the silver cross was stubbornly staying on his fangs, so angry that he wanted to reach out and take them off.

He sneaked a glance at the psychopath, and the other party immediately turned around, obviously paying close attention to his movements.

It's really hard to deal with the mental illness that completely restores the memory, he has to think of a way!

"...Would you like some ice cream?"

Luzius looked at the direction that Alessio was pointing, and guessed that the other party wanted to dismiss him, but he didn't say anything, and obediently went to buy ice cream.Arecio was overjoyed, and immediately seized the opportunity, and was about to open his mouth to take off the silver cross with his hand...

"What kind of flavor do you want to eat?" Alessio quickly shut up and gestured casually after the neurosis went back and forth.

"Same as before? Good."

The neurosis went away again, and Arecio regained his spirits. Once again, he...

"Do you want to decorate? Chocolate or fruit?"

"..."

"By the way, you don't seem to be able to eat much now, do you really need to spit it out?"

"..."

Give him a chance to spit it out!Just go crazy!Turn around for over 30 seconds!He must!immediately!Clean this silver cross off his fangs!

Arecio shut himself up.

He completely gave up the idea of ​​picking off the silver cross and spitting it out, watched the float show in silence, watched the psycho eat ice cream in silence, and grabbed his balloon in silence.The gorgeous fireworks dyed the night sky incomparably colorful. Alessio looked up at the fireworks, and he heard a slight sigh from the psychopath holding an ice cream next to him.

"I won't tease you anymore." He said slowly, "Take a look."

Ok? ? ?

Arecio looked at him hesitantly, wanting to confirm whether he understood what he meant, but the neuropathy nodded affirmatively to him, and Arecio was a little confused for a moment.The tip of his tongue touched the silver cross, which felt exactly like a real silver cross, so he never dared to touch it vigorously, for fear of damaging the gift.

Now the neuropathy told him to bite and watch?

"It is coated with edible special materials, isn't it very real?" The neuropathy also showed off to him, "Whether it is temperature or taste, it is exactly the same as the real thing, isn't it?"

"I also made this silver cross exactly the same as the one I wanted to give you. Whether it's a good pattern or a good shape, it's all..."

He heard a "click", and it was Aresio who bit the silver cross into pieces.After he stopped worrying about destroying the gift, with a little more force, the silver cross was completely shattered, and Arecio tasted the sweetness of a little hard candy inside.

His sour cheeks and tired tongue seemed to be laughing at his stupidity just now.

"It's so fierce." The psychopath still had a smile in his eyes, "Isn't it sweet?"

sweet head!

Aresio grabbed the balloon on the side as a weapon, and looked dangerously at the psychopath.At this moment, he has almost forgotten that this is a psychopath who has recovered all his memories, and the other party's doggy attitude is not at all different from usual!

However, for Luzius who has recovered all his memories, it is easier to guess Aresio's mind, and he can even predict every trigger point of the opponent.So before the scene turned into a fight, he took the first step and handed him the ice cream that he originally bought for Arecio with one hand, and took out tonight's gift from his pocket with the other.

"Same as ever, a carnival gift."

Arecio subconsciously took the ice cream first, and then looked at the hands of the psychopath.Under the scattered fireworks, the saint's bony fingers were holding a piece of silver chain, and the small shining silver cross was adorned underneath, swinging back and forth gently.The silver cross is the standard of the temple, and it is bound with thorns. However, it is slightly different from the one ten thousand years ago. At this moment, some flowers are dotted among the thorns.

It's a rose.

The Holy One handed him the silver cross.

"But I'm still a little curious, where did the old one go?"

This question really touched the bottom of Arecio's heart, he closed his eyes lightly, and just for a moment, he remembered the tragic battle.As a second-generation blood clan, Theo has far more power than Aresio, so he was able to tear Aresio's wings for the first time.Arecio is not an idiot, since he can't defeat Theo, he just has to show a surrender attitude, he doesn't really care whether he holds the highest power or not.

but……

Another quarrel over whether to use ordinary humans as experimental subjects, the second-generation vampire, his father, sneered and said words full of anger.

[Did you kill that little friend of yours, and you would be more obedient? 】

The second fight ended with Aresio fleeing.

Being on the verge of death is a painful experience, and the physique of the blood race will prolong this pain infinitely.But Alessio didn't want to die, at least in the past few hundred years, he never wanted to die, so he woke up, dragged his wounded body, and went to the carnival date.At the carnival they met again, the uncontrollable saint embraced him.

【You are still alive... You are still alive...】

The blood race was still holding the doll made in his likeness, his red pupils slowly widened, and he felt the body temperature of the human hugging him at this time, and made up his mind.

Must... must kill Theo!

For the third time, he rushed into Bloodmoon Castle, which he had regarded as his mortal enemy, looked at the blood father who had been waiting for him all day, and pulled out his sickle.His growth rate is not uncomfortably fast, he can see this from Theo's slightly gloomy complexion, but it's not enough!They fought all the way to the top of the castle, and before sunrise, he had been severely injured by Theo.

【It makes me so embarrassed, if I give you more time...】

An entire arm was missing, and half of his face was torn off... The second-generation vampire, who had never been complacent, grimaced.

【My child, you must die here! 】

The moment of death is like slowing down, this time he should not have the good luck he once had.The sun only showed a little bit of light on the horizon, and the second-generation blood clan pointed at each other like a blade, about to pierce his heart.

—something stopped the hand that would take his life.

The sanctuary's inexhaustible barrier opened, and the sun jumped out of the horizon. Arecio tried his best to pull up a corner of the field, and his shadow rose blocked Theo's actions.The second-generation vampire struggled hysterically, and the sun ironed deep wounds on his body. He screamed and watched his child raise the sickle.

——It's like the black scythe of the god of death.

He began to cry and plead, as long as Arecio was a little soft-hearted, he would be able to seize the chance to come back!

However, Arecio's heart is as hard as a stone.

Before the scythe fell, he smiled faintly at Theo, he stated.

【That is my destiny. 】

【You shouldn't want to kill him. 】

The silver cross on his chest burned out all his strength, and gradually weathered into ashes. The eyes of the blood race chased those floating ashes. It was this gift from the person who gave him courage, which brought him a chance of victory. Unfortunately, It was damaged, and he felt a little regret in his heart.

Today, this regret has been made up.

Aresio stretched out his hand, held the silver cross, and then looked up at the saint.The holy man lowered his eyelashes and carefully wrapped the silver chain around his hand so that the silver cross would not fall off.

"The original one..." Arecio said softly, "It's used up."

"Is that so, I added stronger magic to this."

Arecio looked at the silver cross held in his hand, and he felt as if he had grasped the courage given by the saint.

He was no longer afraid of Theo.