The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

After taking revenge for breakfast, Arecio expressed gratitude to the neurosis that he was particularly good at dealing with after having a problem with his head. Seeing the neuropathy staring at the report sheet in his hand, he didn't care and passed it straight away.

"Want to see?"

The sage moved his hand slightly, and in the end he didn't resist the [cross out] after reading it and go back to do a handbook [cross out] to understand the temptation to understand the data of the hunted object, took the report, and quickly recited the ten lines at a glance. Then he handed the report back to Areciou expressionlessly, as if he had just glanced at it hastily.

It is a pity that the center has not measured some special abilities of the blood race, otherwise this information will be more complete.

"What's the matter with you? Did you find out?" Arecio asked.

"...It's backtracking." The expression of the saint is a bit complicated. Obviously, the result of this inspection proves that he has indeed lost something. "It does not simply refer to memory. My physical state has also been backtracked. Space-time magic is on me. Left a trace."

Alessio didn't know much about this kind of magic. It was a high-level domain developed by humans to fight against alien races, and the blood race didn't need those. Especially high-ranking blood races, as long as they can survive the first embrace with extremely high mortality, they can gain power that ordinary people can't imagine.

"Can you recover?"

"Look again."

Arecio looked at the slightly solemn expression of the opposite saint and couldn't help but smile. The saint looked up at him, seeming a little confused.

"It's nothing." He stood up from his position, "the same is not much expression, you are more pleasing to the eye now than before."

The previous neuropathy had a better relationship with Arecio, but Arecio felt that the saint who didn't remember anything in front of him and whose memory stayed in the temple to receive instruction would make people more comfortable. He never knew what the neuropathy was thinking about and what he wanted. He looked at the neuropathy like a fire that changed its shape all the time.

He had to admit that he was a little... afraid of that neurosis.

"Actually," the saint paused, "you can tell me what happened in the past..."

"I wouldn't do that." Arecio interrupted him. "That's different."

He raised the red pupils. The pupils were extremely magnificent and deep rosy. Such pupils are the representatives of evil among human beings, but these pupils are actually very beautiful under the shallow light of the medical department.

"It's one thing when you think of it yourself, but I told you it's another thing." Arecio slowly passed by the saint, patted his shoulder, and immediately felt the tight body under his hand, and couldn't help but smile. .

"And even if I told you, can you believe it now?"

They have not yet established their previous trust relationship. They are insane and do not act. It is the result of reviewing the situation. Perhaps it has a lot to do with the "Federal Dark Creature Protection Act" that was read all night. Arecio didn't take it very carefully. However, the highest death penalty is appropriate.

The saint was silent as expected, and Alessio passed by him, preparing to find Zhu Heng to hand in the medical examination report.

Zhu Heng not only has himself in Zhu Heng's office, but Andre is also there. When the white-haired unicorn saw Arecio, his eyes lit up and he greeted gently, "How did it turn out?"

Arecio gave him the report directly, sat down on the soft sofa, and picked up the cup of tea Zhu Heng poured him.

"I don't need to protect people."

Andre was pierced into his mind, and held up another cup of tea desolately.

"They are all healthy." Zhu Heng said after reading the report, "I will contact Aili to re-plan your diet. I heard that you also have a good impression of ordinary food? We will do our best to arrange it for you."

Arecio is so excited, he can finally eat something good!

Zhu Heng smiled at his reaction, "From the report, you have passed the recovery period, and the demand for blood is not very large in the future. You always have to eat something else... I won’t make a soup for you tonight. , It's a celebration."

"Do you still make soup?"

"Understand a little bit."

There is nothing unwilling to Arecio, although the eating habits are different, who can refuse the Eastern food!

"Also, I want to talk to you."

Zhu Heng said, glanced at Andre, the unicorn nodded slightly.

"Ten thousand years ago, what was the hostilities between the light camp and the dark camp? I heard Andre say that you used the word'hate' when you were arguing with Mr. Ruzius. This is...very serious. Words."

Finally I asked. Arecio thought that this question would come sooner. It must be that these people deliberately set aside a buffer based on the sensitivity and fragility of dark creatures. Arecio does not need this kind of careful treatment, but it does not hinder him. Be grateful for this.

But what should be said is still to be said.

He relaxed leaning back on the sofa, holding the cup, and gently sliding his fingers across the edge of the cup.

"'Hate' is indeed a very serious word, but it is too euphemistic to use hatred to modify the relationship between the two camps."

As if he thought about it seriously, he suddenly smiled.

"I prefer to call it—"

"Blood feud."

Andre straightened his back, he felt a heavy feeling from the opposite blood group, and shadows seemed to gather around the blood group. His red pupils were half-covered in the heat of the tea, but he could not be decorated with half warmth.

The cold and sharp crimson, like blood coagulated on the blade.

"It's really difficult to interpret the relationship between the two camps. It's not like a piece of history. In my sleepy days, it seems that a human kingdom has been established. When I wake up, it has passed down to the fourth generation, that generation. The queen's name is Delvi, a devout believer in the Temple of Light."

"I remember her because her kingdom overlaps with mine, and because of her faith, she has carried out a thorough cleansing activity throughout the country. She cannot tolerate the appearance of dark creatures in the country, and she is offering a huge reward. The chubby scorpion in the center Like lions, their scorpion tails were cut off enough to build a tower—she did the same.”

Arecio saw the expressions of the two bright creatures on the opposite side trembling, and felt that the history he had told seemed a little stimulating.

The more exciting is yet to come.

"Not only that, as long as the citizens are reported to be contaminated with dark creatures for a bit, they will be slaughtered by the whole clan. Repelling the darkness to the extent of the conflict between the two camps, I think I don't need to say more. "

"She also got the title, Queen of Blood Thorns, because the totem of the temple is a bird's nest of thorns."

"What about then?" Andre asked in a deep voice, his snow-like eyelashes dyed with a little anger, "This kind of reign, this kind of massacre, this queen's kingdom is destined not to last long, and even to this generation. "

Alessio nodded, indicating that he was right, then slowly shook his head.

"Humans are very resistant, especially those who believe in the temple. In the eyes of many people, this purging is a manifestation of the faith of the queen and the kingdom. They are completing the trial of God and proving their purity. Those who die will surely ascend to heaven after death."

Andrey's breathing increased slightly, this piece of history was really crazy to them after ten thousand years. Neither light nor darkness is at fault. They can coexist in harmony and contribute to the balance of the world. They have been living this life.

"And I, ended this crazy cleaning." Arecio said slowly.

Naturally, he would not go out in person, but sent a four-generation little guy. It's just the queen of mankind, and the four generations of blood races are already exaggerating, indicating that he wants to end the farce soon.

He drank his last sip of tea, and history came to an end.

"The blood family killed the queen, and the kingdom fell apart. Four generations of blood family were killed by hunters in the temple. As a prince, I couldn't give up. So I broke down the silver cross on the main church of the temple and stepped on the dignity of the temple. Here, the temple immediately used carefully trained hunters who were only aimed at me."

"That was the Blood Moon Calendar, 31,164, and it was the first time I met Nervous...Ruzius."

This period of history has made people unable to speak for a long time. Zhu Heng had to come back sooner, exchanged a new cup of tea for Arecio, and couldn't help sighing.

"Reporting injustice..."

"That's it, but no one can stop, so I once told Ruzius that if we want to end it completely...unless there is a big fire and rain." Arecio touched the new tea. It was a bit hot, so he tasted a snack first. , "As a result, the fire and rain really came, and everything was cleared, starting from the beginning."

But how does he think there is something wrong with this restart? The squeamish dark creatures spoiled the bright creatures and humans just like the old mother. Is this way of starting again a bit wrong?

Pampering and protecting come as you go.

"Let's stop here today," Andre said, lovingly pushing the dessert plate in the direction of Arecio, "Don't be sad, it's all over, eat more."

Arecio:...

Afraid of his traumatic memories of his tragic past, Zhu Heng asked a few more questions, then packed up the snacks and carried him, and repeatedly promised to make the best soup for him in the evening, and dialed the newsletter to Ai Li. Let her pick it up, just like a kindergarten teacher sending her children out of school.

This this did not achieve Arecio's goal at all! His original intention was to prove that he was terrible and the opposition was terrible. He was not cute at all!

"I'm also terrible, Ooo." Zhu Heng smiled and perfunct him, "Aili is waiting for you at the entrance of the previous medical examination. Remember to ask the doctor at the medical examination office to get a candy. Good children will have it after all the projects."

"..."

Arecio was forced to return to the medical examination office, where he was given another compliment and urged to start the live broadcast. He didn't want sugar at all, so he walked straight to the entrance and saw Alice from a distance, beside her was... neurotic?

By the way, the power will be cut off if the neuropathy leaves him one kilometer away. The reason has not been found out, so there is no way to go back by himself.

The saint perceives him far away, pursing his lips, turning his head, and calling Arecio reluctantly.

"wait."

The saint motioned to Arecio to stretch out his hand. He took his hand out of his pocket and made a fist at first. It loosened a little on Arecio's palm—

One, two, golden wrappers fell and fell into Arecio's hands.

"Your sugar, those doctors asked me to bring it to you."

"Two candies?"

"It's too naive, I won't eat it."

The words of the saint are concise and concise.

Holding two candies, Arecio suddenly became lighthearted when he was slightly depressed because of recalling that period of history. He stuffed the sugar into his pocket, thought for a while, but didn't reveal it, but he snorted inwardly.

What to pretend, you obviously like sweet ones.