The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Arecio couldn't hear those roosters, he just reported 120,000 points of confusion about the scene before him.

Although there was speculation that the blood family ruled the world, this speculation was quickly overturned by himself. The various arrangements in front of him, whether it is the wreath arches or the red carpet, or the silver-gray dome that lay overhead at this time, are full of the magnificence and beauty unique to the light race.

After confirming this, he was even more confused. He hated the light camp of the dark races, and how many fierce conflicts he had with the blood races, he himself couldn't remember. In addition to the banquets and battles of his own race, the most obvious thing in his long life was his belonging to the temple. The Silver Crusade, their purge, their expedition, all for the supreme light!

Crusade against each other, fight each other...this is the state it should be.

Footsteps came from the other side of the red carpet, not noisy, but neat. Arecio squinted his eyes, and through the wreath arch came a combination of bright creatures and humans. This is not uncommon. Humans have always loved and praised bright creatures. There is a left-handed unicorn on the head of the leader, with a gentle expression. One behind him is a human female, dressed as a civilian, and the other is a heavenly clan with wings on his back.

Wonderful combination.

Now Arecio is a little interested. He estimated the blood reserves in his body and confirmed that if the situation is not right, he can hold the human first and get some blood supply without killing the opponent. At that time, the unicorn and The Celestial Clan will find it difficult to stop him.

He tensed his body secretly, ready to go... But why doesn't this Celestial Clan have a sword?

The leading unicorn stood still about two meters away from the coffin, and under Arecio's ignorant gaze, he gracefully and calmly performed a courtesy of welcoming guests.

"Congratulations on your recovery, Your Royal Highness."

"You can call me Andrey, this is Augustus of the Celestial Clan, and Eri of the Terran Clan."

The unicorn has white hair and silver pupils, and even his eyelashes are as pure and undyed as snow, but he slowly leans forward in front of the black-haired blood. Although his smile is faint because of his reserved nature, his clear eyes can't help but reveal that he can't hide it. The softness.

Unicorns are a very quiet and beautiful race, which Arecio knew before he fell asleep. Compatible with the appearance of this race is their nobleness and stubbornness. There is a story among the folks that a unicorn was shrouded in night because it was unbearable, so it ran to chase the day, and finally died after exhaustion and became a constellation in the sky.

They can only accept the approach of a pure and innocent girl, and even follow a set of strict rules for eating, and the pursuit of light and purity can be described as reaching the extreme.

This is the reason why Arecio, who received the warm gaze of the unicorn, felt incredible. He thought the unicorn would wash his eyes when he glanced at him.

Is it acting? Or something else? What is their purpose? For this neurosis in the coffin?

Thinking of this, Arecio looked down at the still sleeping man. The priest lay on his back, surrounded by roses, his platinum-gold half-length hair seemed to reflect the galaxy brilliance. Arecio knew that once the eyes closed at this time were opened, the color of the clear sky would be revealed. This neuropathy has the appearance of a perfect saint, carefully nurtured by the temple, and the ultimate goal is to hunt down the three generations of prince Alessio of the blood family.

Andrey followed his gaze into the coffin, but he saw nothing.

"...Is there anything else?"

Arecio raised his eyes.

These people can't see the neurosis?

Immediately, he thought of the reason. Neuropathy, as the trump card of the temple, is naturally special, and it is a very special banning power. It must be that after a deep sleep, it spontaneously conceals its own existence, thus giving the outside world the appearance of "invisible".

"It's okay. Let me talk about what year it is now. How long have I probably slept? A thousand years?"

Arecio propped up his body as he said, preparing to get out of the coffin.

"Be careful!"

"Danger!"

Two sounds in tandem were made by Andrey and the female human race, but Arecio was not affected much. He gently turned out the coffin and dropped it on the ground, half of the cloak fluttered open, and a few bright petals of rose feathers were scattered.

This scene was faithfully presented on the live broadcast platform, making the barrage and comments scream like a screaming chicken.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! How can it be so beautiful! ! 】

[Little cute, you have slept for 1037 years! Ten thousand years! 】

[Just now Xixi jumped into the coffin so I was still shaking my hands! Too dangerous! What a pain in case of a fall! 】

[How do I think there is something in the coffin...]

[You are all licking Xixi, but I just think Anxi is beautiful in the same frame. 】

[What the **** is Anxi, coach, do I want to play basketball?

Arecio couldn't see the barrage of these demons dancing, and he repeated Andrey's previous reply in an unbelievable way.

"a thousand years?"

"Yes, 1037 years after the fire and rain ended."

Arecio looked like a standby state where he stopped thinking. He can accept to sleep for hundreds of years. This is normal for the blood race, and it is not impossible for a thousand years. Oversleeping will occasionally reach this limit, but...

Ten thousand years is too long!

His first reaction was to turn around and try to pick up the neuropathy that only he could see in the coffin.

Wake up neuropathy! Get up and watch! Ten thousand years!

The priest doesn't move, still looking like a good dream.

Arecio let go of his hand discouraged, and turned to face Andre again.

"I want to know... what happened after I fell asleep."

He did not see that after the term "ten thousand years", the person who should have been sleeping, Xuxu held half of the petals. Andrey's voice continued to be heard, extremely soft.

"The first thing I need to tell you is—"

"Ten thousand years later, as a dark creature, you are precious and lovely, incomparable."

The saint in the coffin clenched the petals tightly.

Arecio’s brain was buzzing, and the term “precious and lovely” caused him great mental damage. From the day he was transformed into a blood clan, he had never thought that similar terms would appear on his head. on.

After listening to the abbreviated history of these ten thousand years, he was completely expressionless.

He can't make any expressions anymore, this world is really crazy!

He was sealed by neurosis before the devastating fire and rain. Three years after he was sealed, the fire and rain came and cleaned the world. Only a very small population and civilization remained. And this is far from the end of suffering. In the past five thousand years, the light is overflowing, the whole world is bright to the painful degree, and more bright and condensed alien species frequently appear, and the population is damaged again, and it is in an extremely stagnant state. development stage.

At this moment, "Hitomi" was born, selflessly helping various races to multiply and thrive. He told various races that dark creatures are vital to maintaining the balance of light and darkness on the verge of collapse. Without the existence of dark creatures, the scales that are already heavily inclined to the light side will collapse completely, and the world will become a sea of ​​light and be annihilated. All dying creatures.

As a result, the remaining various races closely monitored the light index and carefully protected the dark creatures. After all, the balance did not continue to collapse. Instead, as some dark creatures grew and multiplied, they slowly developed in a good direction.

After five thousand years, the environment was no longer too harsh, and various ethnic groups ushered in a period of vigorous development. This development continues to this day, and the protection of dark creatures also continues to this day, which is the world Arecio saw after waking up.

"Now, we are going to invite you to the Dark Creature Conservation Center. "Hitomi" is also there. He predicted your awakening."

Andrey smiled, his eyes seemed to be filled with love (?). Seeing that Alessio remained silent, he suddenly realized.

"Are you hungry?"

Arecio looked at him steadily, licking his fangs with the tip of his tongue in his mouth, realizing that it was a good time to try.

"I'm really hungry. Can you provide me with fresh blood?" He paused. "It's better to be human blood."

The living dead who are trying to harm humanity will be tied to the torture and exposed to the sun at noon...Arecio knows the attitude of the light camp towards these dark creatures, and his thinking is still stuck in the fierce struggle ten thousand years ago. In the past years, he had deep doubts about the situation at this time, to be honest.

He is more willing to believe that in this world ten thousand years later, some of the attributes of dark creatures have been distorted, twisted into a look that will be liked by others, and once he shows his fangs and claws, these people who show ardent kindness to him, It will definitely be like in the past, fear and rejection, and attempt to kill.

He is not cute, nor can he pretend to be cute, so these people had better not have any illusions about him.

Sure enough, the few people present were silent, and the human named Ai Li raised his head and looked at him with wide eyes.

All this was expected by Arecio.

however…

"Bite me! Please bite me!" Ai Li cried with excitement, "I took a bath very clean, I go to exercise regularly, usually three meals are mainly whole grains and vegetables, and can also provide proof of my immunization shots. Woo! Please bite me. I am super delicious!"

"???"

This was different from what he thought, Arecio was very at a loss, and moved his gaze to the heavenly clan subconsciously. As far as the relationship with the blood race is bad, the heavenly race that is noble and protects mankind is definitely one of the best.

The Celestial Clan Augustus originally stood solemnly behind Andre, touching his gaze, his face was calm at first, and gradually, a thin flush of red stained his cheeks.

Arecio has an ominous premonition, and he seems to be getting a neurotic response again—

The cheeks of the beautiful Tianzu flushed, and a little shyly lowered the head that should have been arrogantly raised.

"If you are too hungry, I can't..."

"..."

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