Heartbreaker

Lemon took me to the Great Wall of Human Bats.

Walking through a long, rugged and narrow ladder, stepping on the top of the tall city wall, the land of ice and snow covered by thick bricks and stones suddenly becomes clear.The pure white and silent world fills the field of vision, and the chilling wind hovers in the air.Every other stone trough on the battlements was planted with a banner. The blue banner of the Winter Tirion Legion loyally fluttered under the palm-colored banner of the Wanjiang Empire, standing tall and resolute, like a knight guarding the monarch.

Snowflakes the size of rice grains were scattered in the night sky.Lemon grabbed my arm all the way up, his face still a little drunk.The soldiers guarding the city were warming up around the charcoal brazier. When they saw us, they raised their lanterns and asked vigilantly, "Who is it?"

Clement took out a few gold coins, threw them to the nearest city guard, and said with a smile, "Thank you. The future king allows you to drink some hot wine to warm up. Go."

He took off his hood, revealing his red hair.The soldiers seemed to know the inside story of the "Red-haired Prince", and they respectfully saluted Lymon. Before leaving, they did not forget to say, "We are guarding the city below, waiting for your dispatch at any time, Your Highness."

Clement sneered softly and waved his hand, and the soldiers walked down the city wall in an orderly manner.

For a while, only the two of us were left on this section of the city wall.I stared at the Great Wall, winding like a black dragon. The pale bone-like moonlight brushed over the cracks in the bricks and the flickering flames, like cool frost on the ground.Lymon smiled and sighed at the snowy plain in front of him, and sat cross-legged. I sat next to him and looked at the sky and the snowfield with him.

After a long time, he exhaled a white breath of alcohol, and pressed the bottle to the ground, "Damn... what are you talking about, Luo."

"what?"

"Chichikov said that you are very disturbed, that you are worried about me." He squinted at me with some amusement in his eyes, "During the time I let you stay in the lower city, were you having nightmares? And often talking in sleep? "

The face of the red-haired man suddenly jumped into my mind, as well as the three cards representing fate.I said, "It's nothing, Lemon. It's good that you come back safely, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"In the future, when you go out." I looked at him anxiously and hopefully, "Can you let me follow you? I won't hold you back, I am your undead, I will protect you..."

"I don't need your protection."

His indifferent voice cut off my thoughts.He said in a tone colder than Night Breeze, "I don't need anyone's protection, including you. There is only one thing I want you to do - kill for me. Whoever I want you to kill, you will kill. "

He raised the bottle and swallowed heavily, the liquid that escaped from his lips was greasy on his Adam's apple. The word "kill" is like a key to unlock the lock. As soon as Li Meng finished speaking, the souls of the dead dormant at the other end of the world seemed to be awakened, and they crawled out of the dark night like thick ink just around the corner.I looked at them warily.They floated above Lymon's head, trying to pull his hair fiercely, but the transparent hands just passed through the hair like air.

Clement drank the amethyst-colored wine contentedly, his Adam's apple rolling and swallowing was sexy and charming, and his side was surrounded by dead souls who were gnashing their teeth but couldn't attack.They surged in the air angrily, and finally shifted their targets to me, gathered into a cloud-like mass, roaring towards me——

"Damn it, it's like this in the Ice Armor Forest! Luo, what happened to you?!"

Lemon's irritated voice rang in my ears.My face was livid, and my voice was choked by the fingers of those dead souls.I grabbed Lemon's skirt and stared at him with wide eyes, feeling the pain like cracking and shaking in my bone marrow.

"...Hello." He held me half in his arms, observing my every move, the cold light in the depths of his pupils was like an iceberg pressed into the deep sea.My voice was choked up, struggling in vain under the threat of the dead soul, unable to respond to him.Clement's rough fingertips rubbed my twitching cheeks, pressed his fingers on the tip of my lips, and suddenly leaned over to enclose my chapped lips.

"……Um……"

His movements were rough, yet gentle.Lymon held my face in his hands, his fingers in my hair, and the weight of his chest shifted to me little by little.

The dead souls ran away in panic the moment he got close to me. He enveloped me and occupied me, and those souls who were still holding me scattered and fled as he approached.

"Um...uh..."

I was fascinated by his tongue, and I couldn't help but increase the strength of my grip on him.Lemon's temperature is far away from me, and a cool silver thread is broken from our lips.

I gasped, seeing his eyes gazing into mine made my heart palpitate more than the unfathomable depths of the ocean.

"Tell me," he said quietly, "what the hell happened. I order you to tell me, Lo."

"..." I breathed calmly, and moved my cheeks under the confinement of his palm, "It's... a dead soul."

****

I told Lymon everything about the dead soul.He listened quietly, without interjecting a word, as if he had already understood the truth and only needed my words to prove it.In the middle of the night, his complexion was dim, and the bright firelight made his dignified eyes even colder.

The more I said it, the more guilty I felt.Those undead are right. I am a reborn undead who understands how precious life is, but I am still slaughtering with my sickle—because I want to keep my loyalty to my "master".

However, is this "loyalty" of soul-linking really a token that allows me to slaughter at will?

The cold wind blew through the top of my hair, I clenched my cold hands, and said sadly, "Lemon...they hate me because my hands are stained with blood, I am a reckless death..."

"Fuck it. You didn't kill them, so what right do they have to beat you?" Lemon scolded nonchalantly, "They died only because of that idiot Gesun. These dead souls are the old citizens of Wanjiang Empire , was killed by the bloodthirsty undead summoned by Gesun. That trash Elliot hung the bones on the city wall to make fun of us."

I know that these undead were killed by the undead before their death, but I don't know the instigator. "Gerson?"

"Gerson Renssel, my teacher. I learned poetry and music from him." Lemon approached me, and suddenly smiled inexplicably, like a child telling a secret, "Thanks to his head In exchange, I can bring you out of the castle of the undead."

I was surprised, "Your teacher? I'm sorry, Lemon, I didn't expect..."

"What are you afraid of?" He said with a faint smile, "I'm not at all embarrassed. I wanted to kill him a long time ago, and I have to thank you for giving me a chance."

I took no comfort in that.The more Clement said the price he needed to bring me back to life, the heavier the responsibility that weighed on my heart.In the past, when I waved the scythe to reap the living souls, my heart was only filled with love and gratitude to Lemon, and I was afraid that he would die in the shadow of the sword...

But I never thought that one day, my love and gratitude to him would be mixed with some kind of heavy pain.

"What is my teacher? No, it should be said, what is my own soul!" Lemon said loudly, stepped on the stone trough of the gray-black city wall, drank the wine bottle and threw it out viciously Said, "As long as you can kill Elliot, it doesn't matter! He is a kingslayer, and he is also an undead. It is said that nine hundred and ninety-nine people died of assassinating him, but every time he was safe and sound, even if Legend has it that he was stabbed in the heart with a dagger. And you—"

He pressed his forehead gently to mine.I smelled the alcohol smell all over his body, like the fresh and cold taste from the juice of the split grapes.

"You are an undead, Luo. If he will die in the future, it is likely to die by your hands. Although I feel that killing him with my own hands is more enjoyable, it doesn't matter. You are mine, your body belongs to me, and your soul belongs to me , if you kill him, I will kill him, and if I tell you to kill him, you must kill him, understand?"

"To kill...Eliot?"

I muttered.Clement said coldly, "Of course, the mage said that when the undead meet the undead, there is only one way to die. What do you think I summoned you for? To be a lover?"

"Lymon, you and Elliott..." I asked hesitantly, "What kind of hatred is there that must put each other to death?"

Clement suddenly turned his head to stare at me and said, "Why, don't you want to kill?"

I said cautiously, "No. It's just that I want to know the whole story of something. What if there is a better solution to the problem than killing the other party?"

Clement laughed suddenly, trembling all over, "Okay, then I'll tell you—"

"A better solution is to die!"

As he said that, his expression changed, veins popped up on the back of his hand, and he drew his knife and slashed at the gray city wall!

There was a clang, gravel splashed in the blink of an eye, and gray smoke rose.I was shocked by his furious appearance, and said almost subconsciously, "No! Lemon, I will do my best to protect your life!"

"Forget it! You can bear it and carry it. If the opponent's blade doesn't penetrate into your chest, you don't know how to fight back! Do you think I will count on the protection of a guy like you?!"

"That's different, Lemon." His words pierced my heart sharply, and what made me sadder was his cold-blooded and fierce eyes.I said earnestly, "For me, an undead, a little harm is really nothing, of course I can bear it. But if someone threatens you, I will definitely—"

"I can't fucking believe that a guy who doesn't even want to step on ants will chop off an elephant for me!"

Clement's expression was ferocious, as if a crocodile was biting his arm.He roared maniacally to the sky, pushed me away with all his strength, and walked down with his cloak swaying.

For me, the denial of my heart is even more difficult to accept than the insult itself.I lowered my head sadly, rubbed my sore and swollen eye sockets, and quickly followed behind him, remembering the three Arcana cards that belonged to him.

Devils, towers, and death.

What about "elephants"?If you are really driven to a desperate situation, as long as I can exchange for your safety, I would rather shoulder all the filthy sins... I thought silently, but the moisture gradually came to my eyes.I wanted to hug his fierce and lonely back, but I was afraid that he would push me away angrily, and stab the dagger made of evil words deep into my heart.

I can ignore all the insults, but the insult from Lemon will make my heart hurt.

"Lemon." I called out with a glimmer of hope.

He ignores me.I followed him step by step, and still asked without giving up, "Then if I avenge you...can you put down the knife in your hand?"

"Impossible!" he yelled, glaring at me. "I'm crazy to do this! If you want me to be happy, shut up, lo!"

****

We bid farewell to the soldiers defending the city.Lymon poured another big jug of hot wine under the city, which made the other soldiers amazed.

One of the young soldiers accidentally spilled wine on his cloak, I was startled, I hurriedly wiped the hem for him, and pulled him away.Along the way, Lei Meng kept a fierce face and said nothing, looking like he wanted to find fault.If Lame Reig was thinking there was going to be a fight between the two of them.When Lemon is having a bad time, he won't let others have a good time. He can't wait to beat up everyone in sight, even I don't really want to get close to him.

But if he can't get out that evil fire, he will get sick.Whether he suffers or others suffer, it is not the result I want to see.

There are only two ways for Lemon to vent, violence and love|things.For me he prefers the latter, luckily or unluckily.

I was pushed into the dark passage of the alley by him.Alcohol fueled his malice, and he cursed, "Fuck, you're like a slut!"

It was like a slap in the face.I was picked up by my drunken master.He bit my face fiercely, I pushed him away and ran out of the alley.

His maniacal laughing voice was thrown towards me like a devil's snare, "Baby, want to run? Better not let me catch you!"

I hurriedly stepped on the snow and ran, as long as I turned into an undead state, he would never try to catch me.But I dare not.Being caught by him is one kind of fear, not being caught is another kind of fear.I couldn't leave him, and every ounce of resistance on my part only widened the gap between us.

"Master. Sorry."

Finally, I chose to compromise in a cold sweat.I stopped and turned to face him, suddenly feeling sore from the bottom of my heart.He approached me with a sneer, with a knife on his shoulder, and the strangeness born in my heart was like a black thorn around my side.

I was pushed to the ground by him, the cold dirty snow was pressed against my cheeks, and I watched him plunge the bone knife into the soil in awe.

"Aren't you going to run? Run!" He grabbed my collar, and the smell of alcohol hit my cheek.This is outside. There seemed to be countless eyes staring at us in the dark night. I saw a window not far away and suddenly extinguished the candlelight.

Fine flakes of snow fell on us, the body of the undead was icy cold, but at this moment I felt something colder than my body.Clement's hands were extremely strong, and he cursed endlessly. He slapped me for the first time.He tried to tear off my cloak, but I wrapped it tightly around my flesh, as if humbled to guard the last protective shell.

"You know, every time I see your ghostly appearance, I regret choosing you as the undead!" He growled at me with bloodshot eyes, "That dead woman told me that our souls don't match— But I don't mind, as long as you listen to me!"

I heard my own difficult voice, "Protecting your safety is my first duty..."

"You still fucking protect me, just like you are hesitant?" He said angrily, "Don't think I don't know what you think! When that dead woman fed you my soul juice, you fucking Basically spit it out for me! Luo, don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking! Let me tell you, I don’t accept miscellaneous people, let alone allow my undead to be a timid softie, tell me later A word of frustration, and I will show you what it means to—"

With a bang, the sound of some lead weight falling came from above Lemon's head.I raised my head in a daze, and saw that Lemon shook his head a few times in a daze, before he fell into the snowdrift on one side.

Behind us, Feline clenched her fists, her face stern and annoyed.Lymon fell to the ground and muttered obscenities. She picked him up like a chicken, sniffed his lapel, and said bitterly, "Where did the drunkard come to bully my friend?"

As she spoke, she punched him again with a bang, knocking him out completely.I came to my senses and didn't have time to ask why Feilin appeared here. I hurried over to help Lemon up, stopped Feilin who was furious and said, "No, Feilin, you misunderstood! He is not a drunkard, he is...he be mine……"

"Damn you bitch!" Lemon's roar exploded in the air, he pulled out the bone-cutting knife furiously, and slashed at Feilin with blood-red eyes—

There was a clang!Bitter silver light burst between them. Feilin held a sharp ax for chopping wood and pressed it against the blade of Raymond, her gaze was sharper than the cold light at the end of the ax blade.

Clement's eyes widened suddenly, as if he hadn't realized what happened, he even hiccupped.Feline stared at Lemon's bloodshot eyes, and sneered, "Smelly rascal, are you awake?"

Clement's face changed into several colors, and hissed, "You fucking..."

"I don't care who you are from Luo." Feilin also stared at him with wide eyes, "Listen, he doesn't resist you because he can't fight you, but because he doesn't want to fight. You better be self-aware. You are the bottom of the well The frogs are not scary, but the scary thing is that I really think that what I see above my head is the whole world..."

"Ugh—!"

Before Feilin finished speaking, Lei Meng twitched a few times with a bluish complexion, and suddenly spit the wine on her body.

The author has something to say: this chapter...

Little angels who feel that Lemon is an asshole, please turn to the title and say three times silently _(:"∠)_

A little angel who thinks Father Luo is too much.Please also think about how a person with normal three views and a repentant heart will react if he is forced to kill by another person. Luo also has the right to struggle with pain_(:」∠)_

The transitional chapter is over, the team will enter the palace in the next chapter, and return to the main line =v=