The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

I was very awake, so when he left the room and came to the corridor, he was already as usual, except for the redness around his eyes, and he couldn't even see any crying. He silently allowed the saint to send him back to his room, the door closed, and he had a foreboding that the other party was about to speak.

"At least for now, you can still cry in front of Areci," said the saint, "once, you didn't even have the qualification to cry."

I opened my mouth. He had a lot of doubts that he wanted to ask. Regarding the memory of his extra silk-twisted birds, the protagonist he had heard seemed to be the story of Alessio, and the saint's attitude towards him. The saint seemed to know him, but he didn't reveal more. I vaguely guessed that he seemed to be special, because he had some memories from thousands of years ago.

But he did not ask after all, he knew that the other party would not directly put the answer in front of him.

"Am I also a resuscitator?" He asked softly, and then went on without answering.

"I think, yes, I am not the same as Lucy and Helgodon. I am gradually remembering, it is the kind of very specific remembering, the previous pictures, breaths, and sounds, regardless of the size, I am Think of it."

He smiled.

"It is right not to reveal to Xixi, or he will definitely help me. Xixi looks cold, but actually takes care of us more than anyone else. We have become his responsibility."

"I won't take too long." He finally said softly, "I remember my mission, I am the guardian of Qizhi, and I want to revive him."

He has a clear understanding, so he doesn't need to spend any more words. Ruzius turned and left, about to open the door, when he suddenly heard me speak behind him.

"However, if I feel wronged, I will definitely go to Xixi and cry."

Ruzius pressed his hand on the sensing screen slightly harder.

"When my emotions hit the bottom, do I have to make others feel unhappy?"

I proudly blew the talisman paper covering my left eye.

"I'll go to Xixi to cry tomorrow!"

"..."

Very annoying! Whether it was thousands of years ago or now, this longest-lived emperor has never been a fuel-efficient lamp!

Ruzius returned to the room and found that Arecio had fallen asleep on the table, and Hitomi's clone was still floating quietly on the light screen. He glanced at his pupils, and simply turned off the screen, one or two, and looked at it.

Hitomi: "???"

He poked Arecio, who was sleeping soundly. Even in his sleep, the other party patted his hand openly and turned to continue sleeping. The automatic anti-interference ability had obviously reached its limit. Ruzius was not angry. He rolled the sleeping Arecio to the bed with a blanket, and carefully gathered the edges and corners of the blanket to form a perfect roll. The blanket rolled up, and with a "boom," it looked like it knocked on the wall.

"..."

He observed it carefully, and it was fine, but he didn't wake up.

As for whether you will get beaten up in the morning, that is the matter of the morning.

The screen that was turned off lights up tenaciously again, and the phantom of Hitomi Mini floats on it.

[How about my guardian? 】

"Everything goes well. After all, he is the resuscitator. He will be more sober and stronger than the other two-pillar guardians." Ruzius replied, and then he confirmed, "Once he recovers his memory, you can stand up again. Start, isn't it?"

Hitomi gave him a negative answer.

[No, I am the last pillar. Once you stand up, it is a major event that the whole world will change. 】

Ruzius frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with the result.

"What more conditions are needed?"

[Recognition, the recognition of "Tinder". 】

Ruzius then looked at the quilt with a good dream. Arecio obviously didn't know anything. Although many people said that he seemed to rekindle everything, Arecio himself obviously didn't think much about it.

"How to get recognition?"

[Only "Tinder" knows that, strictly speaking, the three pillars plus "Tinder" are all the power on the dark side. 】

[In addition, I have something to tell you. 】

【Your resurrection from the dead is not my work. 】

This sentence caused Ruzius' pupils to shrink slightly. He looked at the pupil, and the pupil greeted his gaze frankly, showing that he was not lying.

[I am Suizhi, mother's eyes, patrolling and conveying everything that is happening on the earth, I will not tell lies. 】

[Our contract does not include resurrecting you, nor do I have the ability to resurrect you who died because of leaking prophecies of annihilation. 】

"...Because I have seen Styx?"

[Maybe it's a direction. After all, there is no precedent for Styx among mortals. Anything can happen... I need to confirm, have you ever been in contact with Styx water? 】

The saint remembered for a long time this time, and finally shook his head.

"That memory, except for the words of the goddess, I can't remember everything else clearly."

This is normal. After all, it is a mortal entering the world of God. Except for the part where God deliberately helps him deepen his impression, other things, whether it is the scenery or the feelings at the time, will quickly become blurred. Just as people can easily remember the dreams they had last night in the early morning, they can remember some pictures, but the whole dream seems to be separated by a layer of clouds.

[Then, it may also be because my eyes have been on you. 】

Now I can only guess, many truths have been mottled by the long time, and since the result of survival has been established, maybe there is no need to go into too much. Ruzius could only temporarily suppress this doubt in his heart, and once again he closed the light screen without hesitation.

Hitomi: "..."

You can throw it away when you use it up.

***

My enthusiasm for the Southeast Division seems to have risen, or that is, he himself is forcing himself to contact those people.

He observed the high-level staff of the branch and found that these high-levels possess some personal feelings and thinking abilities. Perhaps the retention of this feeling is to allow them to better deal with the outside world. The more low-level staff, the more he observes, the more Feel terrible.

Different from the laughter and laughter of this part, the parts that have been completely reduced to the Worm's Nest are usually quiet, and only when needed, will they deliberately make some noise. Once the investigation team from the headquarters is gone, those staff members who have been completely controlled will hardly take any autonomous actions.

Arecio was shrunk in a neuropathy pocket, which was hidden somewhere around the corner. On the other side of the corner, three or five staff members gathered together, showing no expressions or talking to each other, like stiff statues. Once someone came over, they would start a lively conversation. Theo’s methods were always cruel and weird. .

The hair on Arecio's ear tips was a bit exploded, although he didn't fear Theo much after the Silver Cross, but this didn't prevent him from being terrified for a while.

He slowly closed his eyes.

After all, Theo's methods, he has actually learned.

In his former kingdom.

The tip of his ear was suddenly pinched, and Arecio immediately raised his head and opened his mouth to bite. However, the other party was obviously already familiar with his trajectory, and he closed his hand very quickly, and Arecio took a bite.

Arecio: "..."

He was so angry that he flew to the other side's face.

"What were you thinking about?" The sage allowed him to muddle his face without being angry at all. Arecio just felt the moist breath on the fluff of his belly as the other party spoke, and he moved awkwardly, and finally he Sliding down, grabbed the opponent's neckline instead.

"Nothing."

"...The temple has checked some of your previous things, but I didn't let them check it down." The saint said suddenly, Arecio moved his ears, a little confused.

"Why didn't they check it down?"

"Because I believe that one day we can sit together peacefully and talk about our childhood lives and dreams." As Arecio watched, he continued, "I will tell you about the one that went through my childhood. Water monster, you can tell me the dreams of the past. Maybe the dreams of the past have been shattered, but we can still have a dream of the future together."

The sage lowered his eyes, and the sky-colored eyes began to have an unprecedented look.

"If we were born in the same age, if we had already met in childhood, and you held the holy sword to fight against those evils, I would use magic to guard your back...I have fantasized about it more than once."

"Of course, the current situation is also okay."

Arecio thought about the neurosis when he was a child, and felt that it must be much cuter than it is now, so he was a little yearning for that hypothesis. This topic relaxed his tense mood because of Theo slightly, and he grabbed the pointed ears with his paws.

"Actually, Theo did the same trick in my royal city, and he liked it very much." Arecio said softly, "He likes to play with people in his palms, listen to their sorrow, and watch them struggle and fall into despair after struggling. ."

"...He did this to you?"

"No, it wasn't me. I was not qualified at the time." Arecio moved his ears. "I was cowardly appointed at the beginning. Theo's goal was not me, I was just a **** that was implicated."

He didn't say it anymore, and it was unpleasant to remember who he was.

"But you broke everything with your own hands in the end, didn't you?" said the saint, "you have courage, and your courage affects someone."

"…Who?"

"I."

I have been silently watching the staff member who hangs the ornament for a long time. It is a young woman from the East with a smile on her face. Probably because there was no one around, the smile seemed very stylized. With the assistance of the robot, the woman wrapped the small ornaments with silk threads, and then hung them in a conspicuous place.

When I walked out, I first gave a voice to remind the other person standing on the ladder.

"Hello there."

Suddenly, the exquisite disguise appeared on the opponent's face, the little surprise and the little smile suddenly became extremely real. Looking at this "real" expression, I felt cold in my heart.

"Mr. Zhen? Do you need anything?"

"Can I hang up with you?" I raised my head and asked softly, "You are alone, although you have the assistance of robots, it still looks very hard."

"Ah this..."

I don't know how the worm in this woman's body was judged. Finally, she gave me a smile.

"Then you have to be careful, I will help you hold the ladder."

I began to hang the dolls one by one. The little bat dolls are furry and have red eyes. When I look at him, it is as if Arecio is watching him. In the pair of red eyes, he felt his thoughts become more and more chaotic, and the prisoners, courtiers, Beizhu City that he had seen in his dreams and layers of distracting thoughts rushed into each other.

[So, the kinsmen began to enter the city in large numbers. 】

He hung up a doll, and the little bat was spinning around in the air.

[The young king was successfully transformed into a blood clan. 】

He stretched out his hand to stabilize the doll, and the red pupil of the doll looked directly at his heart.

[The young king burned the city to ruins with a fire. 】

He looked away a little embarrassed and wanted to get off the ladder, but his hand moved and pulled the silk thread. It turned out that he didn't know when his hand was already entangled by the silk thread. I used a little force, and those silk threads bound him firmly.

[The young king burned the city to ruins with a fire. 】

[The young king burned the city to ruins with a fire. 】

[The young king makes a fire—]

He lowered his head, but his bound hands began to increase in strength. Before the women on the ground asked, he had exerted all his strength, and in a seemingly loud crash, a long string of dolls that had been hung and were involved in each other fell one after another, as if they were flying and falling among the dolls. , He held the free hand and took off the talisman paper from his forehead.

The memory of the emperor who is longer than a thousand years surging over—

He remembered that he had made a decision, and there was no wind and rain that day. Under the gloomy sky, above the chapel that has been hollowed out by the temple, countless foreign "worms" flickered and whispered. There are already very few loyal courtiers, and the Eastern branch, which has been self-enclosed for thousands of years, is simply unable to resist the swallowing of the outside world.

But he should have what he can do, he should have what he must do.

"Insects" whispered and gave a surprised look at the heavy sarcophagus that appeared on the court and replaced the throne. They didn't know what the emperor was in control, and the emperor was late at this time.

He has taken the blood of the zombies brought to him by the saints. In this war of salvation, he entered the arena at the end to turn the tide.

The emperor looked at the gloomy sky outside, the wind was not coming, but there was thunder, clouds, and his voice.

He sat on the heavy sarcophagus, smiled downwards, opened his arms, and let the wide sleeves fall like bird wings. However, he was very different from the past. His pale complexion, fangs around his lips, and a red line at the end of his eyes... This completely dark appearance made the people in the temple below slightly uneasy.

Their anxiety quickly became a reality.

The emperor opened his arms and asked with a smile—

【I will be there for generations. 】

【you guys…】

[Not happy? 】