The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

When Arecio opened a pack of snacks in the room, he clearly felt the fluctuations of the undead magic. He smiled, as usual he planned to eat snacks while browsing what was interesting today, suddenly felt as if he had forgotten something.

He thought about it for a while.

I remembered!

He immediately went to pat the neurotic door next door, silently, the owner of the room had not yet returned. He walked around the door with anger for a while, and began to send messages to the neurosis.

Arecio: What do you mean? !

After waiting for a while, the information always showed "unread". Arecio sent dozens of information bombardment, and finally he was tired. With a stubborn and experimental mentality, he opened the transfer page and transferred it to the neuropathy. Money.

Isn't it not time to watch the portable light brain? Regret it! He immediately withdrew the account! Wait for him...

[The other party has accepted your transfer. 】

...And.

Arecio:? ? ?

What kind of dog operation is this! It's too dogged! Are you kidding him if you don’t have time to collect and transfer money and read the information? !

He immediately sent a message to Ai, asking about the location of the neuropathy, and killed it angrily.

On the other hand, Ruzius turned off his light brain, and he was in a happy mood. His gaze shifted back to the note spread out on his lap. The note belonged to him once, and now he can open the next few pages. As he expected, afterwards, it did record the process of the thorny cross being broken, with some information about the lich who came with the blood, but...

On normal notes, there are obviously handwritings added later. Later fonts can vaguely see his current pen style, but it is more slanted and sharp, with previous words and sentences entangled in the blank space of each page, or some words are drawn repeatedly with different colors of ink, and some places are even uncontrollable. Hooked through the paper like a lively.

[He is so cute. 】

[Want to kiss his fangs. 】

[I saw his wings. 】

[Eyes...Eyes...]

There are more, the words are fierce and crazy, and it almost makes Ruzius wonder if he is the one who wrote these, because the one who wrote these sentences is more like a lunatic.

His fingertips crossed the last line of words, which is normal, he wrote in a calm tone--

[I don’t care if the blood race treats me as a plaything. 】

And crazy, he added--

[I will be the most interesting one. 】

"Mr. Ruzius, the confirmation has been completed, you have worked hard." The staff came out and thanked him. Today's recording went very smoothly. This saint from ten thousand years ago has the calmest voice, which is especially suitable for narrating history.

The staff involved in the production have already known how incredible and shocking this piece of history is. Although some studies have shown that light and darkness used to be opposites, there is no source, no details, and it is naturally impossible for people to have a sense of reality. This history will surely cause an uproar in the Federation.

Ruzius slowly nodded and closed the notebook calmly. The fairy tale that had just been dubbed flashed in his mind. The vague guess made him feel heavy, but he was forced down again.

"When will it be made public?"

"Tomorrow! To be exact... twelve o'clock tonight! The relevant notice has been posted on the official website!"

"Ok."

Saying goodbye to the staff, Ruzius walked through the less frequently used passages. He is accustomed to thoroughly mastering the surrounding terrain, and he has already figured out where the childcare center can go these days. This road will not encounter Arecio, the blood race will undoubtedly take a breather, and then call his communication angrily.

It's about this time.

The saint stopped and stared at the optical brain on his wrist. Sure enough, there was a communication request to access, but the object was outside the saint. He sank slightly with a lighthearted mood, picked up the communication, and said something on the other side, but his face was expressionless.

"Sitting together and talking is indeed a good way to solve most problems, but Dr. Zhu, I think you have misunderstood."

"I didn't think that term was an insult."

Because that is the blood race, the eternal night's monarch, a dark creature that will always survive if there is no accident. Not to mention, Arecio is a noble three-generation blood family, and it is also at the top of the social class of the blood family as strict as a pyramid. The temple predicts that he is at least a thousand years old, because there have been records showing that Arecio is not only with the lich Have friendship and know the dragon.

The last dragon has been dead for at least a thousand years.

Such a long-lived, powerful and beautiful creature can call him a "playmate", which Ruzius thinks is almost a compliment.

Of course he will prove himself. With his powerful power, he will let the blood race recognize his opponent's status, treat him differently, or even just look at him, if he wants to kill him quickly, he will be the most...

The saint's hand suddenly trembled slightly, thinking of the madman's words in the notebook.

[I will be the most interesting one. 】

He was startled for a while.

He may be...far from being as normal as he thought.

Arecio rushed in the studio. He felt that he was already dead, and his neurosis was still pouring oil on his head one by one. He squeezed his face and walked back again. This time he finally slapped the neurotic door open. The other party had already made tea, and when he saw him coming in, he nodded calmly.

"I have something to tell you."

Arecio's anger groove finally broke, and he laughed angrily, but calmed down.

"Have fun walking me?"

"..."

The saint looked at him quietly. Silence meant acquiescence. Arecio knew that this neurosis was not as good as it seemed on the surface!

"Not only this time, but also before, in the Griffin Training Ground of the military department." Arecio's memory improved at this time. The blood family memory is usually not very good, but it is definitely enough for holding grudges!

"Although the old marshal suggested to conceal things about my combat ability temporarily, I think it is not difficult to conceal it..." He looked at the saint steadily, then smiled, the tattoo on his right eye became more vivid, "As long as I am Just hit you where there is no surveillance."

The saint stood up immediately, but now he was obviously no match for the serious blood clan. There was not much sound insulation nearby, but there were no other people living on either side, so Arecio was relieved to hammer him boldly, and washed away all the negative energy that this neurosis had brought to him since his recovery.

After everything subsided, the two sat at the table peacefully again, there was a black green on the left eye of the saint, and Arecio's clothes were scorched.

"It seems that you can't pull out the holy spear now." Arecio said with emotion, "It's wonderful, I hope you will continue to be so weak."

Ruzius looked cold and took a sip of tea, while Alessio held up the tea cup in a happy mood and said:

"I'm in a good mood now, let's talk, what's the matter?"

"...The procedures for the real estate have been completed." Ruzius said with a cold face, "We will move out of the nursery the day after tomorrow. We are counting on the speed of your house selection. We are afraid that we will have to face an undecorated model that day. room."

He threw a brochure to Arecio, which was a two-story building with a garden in the center of the capital. In fact, Alice gave Arecio a lot of brochures at the beginning, hoping that he could buy real estate in the area specially designated for dark creatures and important personnel. Arecio picked a few places after a while and turned around. Forget it, I didn't think of it until today.

"I booked in your name before, and you just transferred the money to me today, plus the original on my side, and the full payment is paid." Ruzius said, "Please decide the interior style as soon as possible. Although the current technology is advanced, tomorrow Moving in the day after the renovation is also the limit."

The amount of information in this passage is a bit big, not to mention how the neuropathy quickly did a good job of mental construction under the same roof with him in the future, but the neuropathy was silent and he actually got an asset, Arley. Western Europe was shocked.

He thought that the saints in the temple didn't make much money... after all, they were raised...

"History." The saint said concisely, "because I remember almost everything."

This is a field that Arecio can't get involved. He remembers some major events, but in the face of the history of neurosis memorized on a large scale, it is really vulnerable. Not to mention that neuropathy has always been quite knowledgeable, and the knowledge of tens of thousands of years ago can also be confirmed by some vague confirmations in contemporary times, such as biological evolution, ethnic origin, or geological changes.

In addition, people nowadays are very yearning for that era, even if they are crazy to engage in film and television and make up a story, they can make money.

After choosing the style, when Arecio showed the result of the choice to a neuropath, the saint was slightly surprised.

"Unexpectedly, it was in this style. I thought that the blood race liked that kind more..."

Arecio felt that he didn't say good things, so he asked.

"Which?"

"It will thunder."

"...Do you want a symmetrical face?"

Ruzius didn't speak any more, he had other things to complete by staring at the blood clan.

"The first short film of the myth has already been produced by Hitomi, and will be released the day after tomorrow, so...how do you add to the rest of the history?"

"..."

"Not moving at all?"

"..."

Ruzius took a deep breath, calming his emotions. It seems that he still overestimates the efficiency of the blood family, it should be inefficient at all, no one is staring at it and can't work at all.

"Come here, I'll look at you to add."

Alessio opened his mouth, and was about to say something, the saint had already stunned his words back.

"Don't you remember anything?"

"Remember! I experienced it myself!"

In the few hours before going to bed today, Alessio regretted the big words he said at the beginning countless times. His head hurts when he recollects, and the history he recalled is still a lot of things, and in Ruzius' words, it is like a dog chewing.

"I really didn't expect it." Ruzius said pityingly, "I knew this before, and I won't embarrass you."

I think about it intermittently, most of which are forgotten, and it is easy to remember... The memory of the blood family is really amazing. It may be the reason for the irresponsible sleep after a period of time. The history of mankind is fragmented and the power of dark creatures. And the change is very clear, at least Ruzius has gained a lot in the process.

Arecio lay on the table, angrily.

"Her mother is...is...Illil..."

"...That was her great-grandmother who died."

"..."

Arecio stared bitterly at the pile of papers on the table. Those messy names and countries were still torturing him, and related terms kept circling and colliding in his head for a moment.

He stared, and suddenly sat upright.

"Don't I have a good memory!"

The saint is indifferent.

"Do you have any misunderstandings about'good memory'?"

Arecio was not angry either, he novelly lit up events he remembered, as if to outline the trajectory of a certain person's life. He raised his head again, a little smile in his eyes.

"Look, I remember everything related to you."