The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Immersed in the Styx, the slanderous **** seemed to be drowning, he twisted and struggled, trying to stretch his hand upwards. Suddenly, his movements stopped. He looked at his outstretched hand, his fingers were skinny, wrinkles and spots were all over it, and he stroked his face tremblingly.

This body is getting old...no! He is also getting old! He can't do without this body!

Just when his mind was in a state of confusion, the saint carrying the sword of killing the gods suddenly appeared in front of him.

"!!!"

The blood of the gods was smeared in the Styx, the **** of slander screamed silently, his divine power was being taken away, and his godhead began to shatter. He regretted it, and obviously should endure it for a while, and obviously should avoid the youngest son of the goddess, but he was too urgent and wanted to provoke disputes between the goddesses, so as to take the opportunity to strengthen his strength and obtain the supreme king of gods.

He should... He should...

"The slander is... won't die!" He roared the last in the Styx, "When you have a crack in your heart, I will come back! At that time, the position of the **** king will be mine! The world will be mine!"

During the roar, Theo's body and the gods contained therein were completely reduced to ashes by Styx.

Ruzius received the sword, and his first reaction was to go to where Arecio was. In the gray and black water of the Styx, Arecio hung quietly in place, but a bright red light smudged out of him, vaguely outlines the image of a red fish.

"...Areci!"

"Don't move!" The words of the young goddess who had restored most of the power of the goddess, the people in the world could not resist at all, and Ruzius was forced to stop in place, and the mighty river of Styx slowly flowed between them.

"I really like you." Arecio lowered his head, he didn't want to make himself too embarrassed. "Maybe I like you very much when I see you from the riverside."

"You shine, wear a crown, and have experienced all kinds of adventures to protect the world. It is different from a prisoner like me who can only wander in the Styx."

"It may be because of this love and yearning. After entering the world, my initial dream was to become a glorious hero, in the ballads of the bard for a long time, but...I don’t regret becoming a blood clan, because of this, I can met you."

He took a deep breath and swam slowly towards the immobile saint.

He kissed the beautiful blue eyes of the saint, and his slightly pointed fangs touched his eyes.

"...I take care of you and give you an eternal life that can end at any time."

Alessio spoke, his red pupils seemed to be bright in the dimness, the sound of the surging of the Styx came from far and near, Ruzius felt as if something was swimming on his back, the end of the splendor. The ring is on his waist. The gods of Qizhi spread out from his shoulders, replaced by red fish tattoos covering his back. The red fish closed his eyes as if sinking in deep water, or sinking in a dream.

The tide rang again, and the glass bottle Arecio had originally put in his pocket shattered, and the elves flew out, flying around him with the later born. Some huge phantoms flicked over Arecio's head. It was Behemoth, it was Leviathan and Perching Branch, and the Styx began to flow and would bring his child back to his mother. Three pillars can only be regarded as an audience, and will return to the world, and the youngest son will stay forever, the only bright color that wanders in the dark stygo.

Everything is like the beginning.

Riding on Behemoth's back, Arecio was still looking back. Leviathan tried to make him laugh, but when he blinked his eyes, Arecio almost shed tears.

"I really like him."

【...】

[God is very good at protecting himself, and when you return to your father and mother, you will forget him. 】

Arecio was silent.

The blackness in front of him grew thicker, and he felt Behemoth traverse the ground, so he closed his eyes.

Opening his eyes again, the dim light floated softly.

He shook the veil-like fish tail to float out of the water. The shore was gray and barren, and countless black shadows were moving. He couldn't be more familiar with such a scene. He saw it at this moment, but it was filled with sadness for some reason.

He stared at the shiny door door that conveyed the soul for a long time.

***

[Quick, suicide. 】

When Ruzius opened his eyes, he heard Qizhi's voice without waiting for the violent rise.

It should have been urged to leave the world, Qizhi's tone was very urgent, he also threw the three children over, and then urged Ruzius again.

[Hurry up! Won't really die! The guardian of the three pillars can temporarily maintain the door, you still have time! 】

Ruzius looked at the white bird, and Qizhi was jumped by him.

【I admit! Can't I just nibble? Can't I just talk? ! 】

【I! He is stupid! Hurry up and give him a knife! 】

I:"…"

Ruzius: "..."

Ruzius didn't hesitate to use the god-killing sword through his chest. The hilt of the sword was still entwined with some roses, reminding him of his and Arecio's home, the roses that had crawled all over the courtyard wall.

He felt his soul break away from the body, passing through a shiny door, into the gray wasteland.

"Your porridge and bread." Someone was talking, and the two things were handed to him almost immediately. Ruzius felt that his brain was empty, and he only remembered what he was going to do urgently. After a few seconds, he didn't even feel anxious anymore. He just looked down at two things.

"This is the last earthly thing you can enjoy, cherish it."

There is light on him, and the guards on the banks of the Styx call this a "crown", indicating that this soul is a hero in the world, so he is especially polite.

Holding the porridge and bread, the saint slowly left the crowd and came to the bank of the Styx.

He could hardly remember anything, a mouthful of bread and porridge, and soon the food bottomed out. He looked at the only croissant of bread and the empty porridge bowl, and slightly raised his eyes. The Styx guard was coming here, as if to retrieve the porridge bowl.

He thought for a while, and calmly washed the bowl in the Styx, and put it in his arms, with the croissant tightly clasped in his hand.

Styx: "..."

The guard of the Styx who received the bowl looked at him empty-handed, and said in surprise:

"Where's the bowl?"

"have eaten."

"..."

After tangling for a while, the guard scratched his head, feeling that this soul might be extremely hungry, so he bypassed him to collect other people's bowls. No one will care about Ruzius anymore. The souls who have completed the final ritual will be scattered freely on the wasteland. Time will smooth out all their characteristics, and will eventually become a dark shadow, wandering here forever.

For some reason, Ruzius knew that he was not here to find such a result.

His eyes gradually shifted to Styx.

He found a corner with no one everywhere, put a croissant of bread in the empty bowl, and then dipped the empty bowl into the Styx. Styx was very dark, he couldn't see what was under the water, he just squinted and waited quietly.

A bright red suddenly appeared in his vision.

This red swims in the dark Styx, like a ball of fire. Many luminous elves surround him, like stars holding the moon, beautiful in the black river water. Ruzius held the bowl more patiently, and suddenly a small red fish emerged from the front of the bowl.

"Are you a fool? Who can be fooled like this!"

Little Red Fish contemptuously said, the elves jumped up and down beside him one after another, responding very dogmatically.

Seeing Ruzius' expressionless face even when mocked, the little red fish felt bored and flicked his tail and sank.

About ten seconds passed.

The little red fish came out again.

"Are you a fool? Who can be fooled like this!"

After taunting him to his heart's content, he turned his head again and disappeared into the depths of the Styx.

Ruzius: "..."

He seems to have found something.

For the third time, the little red fish had just come up with a head, and before opening his mouth, Ruzius had already answered the words indifferently.

"I don't know if I am a fool, your memory is really bad, it's only a dozen seconds."

"..."

The little red fish held his breath in his chest, and the elves hurriedly gave him his breath.

"However, this also shows how attractive this piece of bread is to you, doesn't it? Three times in a row."

"No! I'm looking at the water's shiny surface! Who made your hair shine like this!" The little red fish's mouth became hard for a second, "You still put the bowl here! It makes a lot of ripples, of course I want to come and see!"

"Watched three times?"

"To shut up!"

"Too pitiful, so pitiful." Ruzius sighed, "Forget it, I'll give you a taste."

"I don't!"

"That's great."

Ruzius didn't hesitate to prepare to take the bowl out of the water. The little red fish was confused at first, then he reacted, jumped up, and threw himself into the bowl.

Do not! He wants to eat now.

He bit the croissant of bread and looked up triumphantly to see the expression of this dogish fellow, but the sudden shaking made him hit the wall of the bowl with gold stars. Ruzius held the bowl and ran, opening his hands to protect the little red fish inside. This familiar scene made Styx slow to react.

History repeats itself!

It is impossible for Styx to let this human soul succeed again. He rushes at an unprecedented speed to bring back his child. Unexpectedly, Ruzius seemed to have already thought about it, he was very close to the luminous door, so he threw the bowl and the little red fish out of the door without hesitation!

Little Red Fish: "???"

Looking back, he faced the raging Styx River, and as he approached the door, his memories were revived one by one.

"father."

He screamed without expression but sincerely.

Stygian cracks and cracks! !

Ruzius had disappeared in the door, and the galloping river remained in a state of teeth and claws. The guards of the Styx River were trembling, not even daring to look up at the Styx River.

-The hem of the goddess's skirt came swiftly, and the hem of the skirt led the Styx back into the river, but this time, there was no red fish swimming in it.

[The covenant is my covenant with Galloty, she will not embarrass my child, the child who resolves the hatred between us. 】

[As long as you don't use divine power, what about in the world? 】

She spoke softly, and Styx gradually calmed down.

[I also like his appearance in the world. 】The goddess smiled slightly, 【Little wings, little fangs, how cute. 】

[My child, my...]

[Areci. 】

***

He woke up.

Surrounded by the silence that was not there in the deepest night, he gradually recovered his body, and a soft, slightly moist touch came from his fingertips. The first regained sense of touch stimulated other senses. He gradually smelled the light fragrance of the flower and heard a certain heartbeat that was close at hand.

A neurotic heartbeat rang beside him, and Arecio turned his head blankly, his memory still stuck in the Styx.

He is...

His lips suddenly burned, and then the fangs touched by the tip of his tongue, Arecio stepped back in shock. A dull sound of "boom" sounded from the back of his head. Someone had guarded the back of his head in advance, and the impact sounded as well. Stuffy.

"Woke up?"

The rustling cloth rubbing sound rang, this time it was the side of the neck that was kissed, and Arecio's sanity suddenly returned to the cage, he squeezed the neurotic head and squeezed him.

"This is at…"

"In the coffin."

Arecio was silent for a few seconds, and then went to the handle from memory. He remembered that it was a screw-on coffin.

After touching for a long time, the position of the handle was originally extremely smooth.

"..."

What a ghost coffin this is!

"You forgot, the coffin has been repaired, and the way of opening was changed." The saint put a small remote control into Arecio's hand. Arecio held the remote control, as if there were 10,000 Hulls in his heart. Ge Dong was running wildly.

"New technology, automatic lifting of the coffin lid."

"..."

are you crazy! !

No matter how Alessio complained in his heart, the coffin lid slowly rose, and the light from the outside world came in, and some pleasant sounds came in, as if there was a salute. Arecio vaguely saw the splendid scenery around him.

"Sisi!"

"Areci!"

Alessio sat up, hugged several children, then he looked sideways, and the saint also got up beside him, with some petals of stars and moon roses on his hair.

Alessio couldn't help but smile. The first time he was pulled in, it was a neuropathy trying to save him from the fire and rain, and he also used the power of Styx to save the dying neuropathy. Now awakening from here again, he just feels strange and wants to smile.

The saint turned his sky-colored eyes, and Arecio's figure was clearly reflected in his eyes.

The elves flew between them, and in the moist breath of Xingyue Rose, destiny seemed to be happy to be red again.

Xingyue is not old, spirits are floating—

Destined.