The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Arecio himself did not remember when he started to pay attention to neuropathy.

Before being dragged into the coffin, he lived about two thousand years old, two-thirds of which were neurotic. He also remembered a lot of things, remembered a lot of blood races, remembered a lot of hunters in the temple, some are dead, some are still there in the end, but he always feels that he has been floating for more than a thousand years before encountering a neurosis. Like alive.

When he is upset and tired, he can cover the coffin board at any time and lie in the confined space that he feels a little disgusted with. When he opens his eyes again, the world must be different. Just as he was heartbroken after the death of his friend Dragon, and slept in the coffin after revenge, the princess that Long loved became a new lich, and he had a new friend.

Use deep sleep to resist boredom, use deep sleep to face death...before encountering neurosis.

After encountering a neurosis, he seemed to be connected to a kite. He knows that human life is very short, and the way the temple fights against the short is freezing. He doesn't want that magnificent saint to be one of the people who have been frozen to death, so every time he lie down in the coffin, he will think about it and bit Clenching your teeth, you can stay awake again.

As long as he is awake, the other party is precious to the temple.

He was also forced to obtain news about the saint one after another during the long waking time, and those news were all shining brightly without exception. The saint walked along, heroic, full of brilliance, that is what Arecio dreamed of when he was still a human being.

But he no longer has the right to dream.

"I remember all the ones you participated in, so I have a good memory." Arecio took back his thoughts and didn't forget to pull up his memory.

The saint looked at him with a strange look, and there was a gleam in the sky-colored eyes, which was quickly hidden.

"Yes, me too."

He said slowly.

Alessio nodded, and suddenly, he remembered that what was in front of him was a neurosis. He remembered what the neuropathy had been involved in, because everything he had experienced in neuropathy was his dream as a human being, and the neuropathy said that he remembered everything related to him...

Arecio thought about it with extreme fear, his "all remember" and his neurotic "all remember" are definitely not the same thing! In terms of the degree of distortion in the later stage of neurosis, the "remember" is definitely the "remember" that all details can be remembered! It is "Remember" written in the book and turned out in the middle of the night! It is the "remember" that can pull all the changes in his past expressions in front of him!

Careless! Is the neuropathy starting to change now?

Arecio stood up in horror, staring at the saint in front of him with alert.

"Does it start now?"

Ruzius paused for a while, then looked at him in confusion, as if he didn't know what he was saying.

"As a hunter whose ultimate goal is to hunt you... once." Ruzius did not forget to add, "Of course I have to understand the big things you have done. It is better to say that this is one of my homework. "

Alessio hasn't relaxed his vigilance yet, the shadow of the neurosis once brought him is really too big.

"Then you tell me what you remember... about Delvi."

He had indeed recovered this memory, the saint thought for a moment, and slowly stated:

"Delvey, Queen of Bloodthorns..."

Sure enough, his voice is very suitable for narrating history, because even if he is narrating events where the blood race has the upper hand, it doesn't carry any extra emotional color. He talked about the queen's cleansing plan, how manticore asked Alessio to intervene, and how Alessio sent four generations of blood to kill the queen, and he personally broke the silver cross and made the temple face disgraced.

Although Alessio didn't expect how Manticore would contact him, the temple could also know the process before and after, but the current narrative of the neurosis made him slowly relax.

"That's it?"

He sat back on the chair again, and the saint opposite frowned slightly, sitting upright, looking very well-behaved.

"Are there any omissions?"

"No, very comprehensive." Arecio was completely relieved. The neurosis is quite normal now, and they can still get along happily.

The saint then lowered his eyelashes quietly. On the contrary, Arecio felt a little sad. He shouldn't be prejudiced against the neurosis that is still amnesia because of some of the extreme behaviors of neuropathy in the past. That would be too unfair.

But when he apologized, he couldn't say anything...

"You... are you going to sleep? Go to the room with the coffin? Can you fall asleep?" Alessio had to change the subject forcefully. He saw the saint nodding slightly, so he got up and withdrew decisively.

How about he would be an apology if he gets up early tomorrow to bring breakfast to the neuropathy? Areciou went back to his room and was still thinking about it. Later, thinking that it was absolutely impossible for him to get up earlier than insane, so he gave up. After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly approached the door and heard the sound of the saint leaving. After hesitating, he didn't know what kind of mentality he was out of, so he concealed his breath and followed silently.

The nursery center at night is not extremely quiet. On the contrary, there are many dark creatures that travel at night, and there are many people taking care of them. The center is brightly lit. Arecio followed behind Ruzius. He deliberately hid him. Now the saint could not find him. Arecio even looked out the window leisurely.

They were walking through a floor-to-ceiling window in tandem. Sea snakes breathed in the night, colorful flames floating on the surface of the inner sea, and the flames reflecting their silhouettes, but the flames were not the flames of the past, but rather warm.

The coffin was placed on the next floor, and a room was vacated specifically to store this precious item that was thousands of years ago. After obtaining permission, the center took some roses for research, but most of them remained in the coffin, solidified by magical time, and bloomed forever.

When the saint came to the coffin, he didn't lie down in a hurry to rest. Instead, he sat on it and found a notebook. Arecio only noticed that the saint had brought many other things, as if he planned to do something before going to bed.

The curtains in the room were not all closed, and the cold light of Cang Yin projected from the cracked gaps, printing the shadows of the lattices on the ground. The backlit saint leaned on the heavy coffin, half of the silver-white cloak fell, and the moist moonlight breath of the rose filled this space. The saint seemed to be immersed in this sea of ​​silver, reminding Arecio When they first met.

Of course it was not the day when the silver cross was broken. It was the neurosis and then forced him to correct him, hoping that he would treat it as the first day. But in Arecio’s own cognition, the first time he saw Ruzius, it was also on such a dark and unclear night, when there was no light all around, and the Holy One appeared in front of him—

Suddenly the moonrise.

It was a hunting ground for the nobles of the kingdom. A hunting round of eye waves between the temple and the nobles, the broken clouds of the silver cross covered the sky above the temple, making them want revenge crazily. The temple plans to launch an attack on the werewolves in advance, and the kingdom’s army can help them repel the snowy border people who believe in darkness.

Hunters cultivated in the temple are forbidden to use magic and martial skills to search for their prey. Suddenly a golden stag jumped out of the bushes, and the antlers were shining with moonlight-that is today's most precious prey. It flees wildly among the hunters' bows and arrows, and the hunters chased after them, chasing them all the way into the deep forest, wading through the shallow knee-length water, and a name-engraved arrow accurately shot the deer before the dense forest.

The cheers of the hunters did not sound, only the silence like death.

In front of the dense forest, the intruder in the black cloak stood still, with an overly pale hand sticking out the wide sleeve of the cloak, holding the arrow, and pulling it up without seeing how hard it was. The owner of the hand looked at the name on it carefully and smiled.

"Ruzius... which one?"

Facing the three generations of kinsmen who had just broken the Silver Cross not long ago, only one of the trembling hunters appeared more and more. That was the first time they met in Arecio's memory.

The saint waded over the water, as if stepping on an immortal myth woven by the stars and the moon, he was shining brighter than the fallen golden deer, and his dangling eyelashes blocked the sky. Alessio thought, how could there be such a beautiful human being?

"That's my prey," said the human, said the saint, said the hunter who made it his life's mission to kill him.

In fact, you just want to stand up for that deer, right? The golden fur and horns are really beautiful. After Arecio recalled it, he was still a bit distressed. He shouldn't pretend to be that force. He should just carry the deer away, using the skin to make a blanket, and the horns to make decorations, making him mad and crazy.

He looked at his watch. It was already time for the Xianxian Party to go to bed. He was neurotic and didn't intend to sleep. This is unscientific. He knew the precise routine of neuroticism, unless...

He didn't want to sleep at all, or couldn't sleep.

So has the quality of sleep not improved at all? Counting today, the neurosis has been all night for six consecutive days!

Alessio couldn't help but was about to go in. With a slight movement of the tip of his ear, he walked back to the original place quietly, quietly watching the visitor knock on the door of the room that was not closed.

It is Zhu Heng.

Arecio's judgment was very accurate. He quickly entered the room and stood against the wall before Zhu Heng entered. As expected, Zhu Heng closed the door casually and took out a box of medicine from the pocket of his white coat.

"Today I was on the night shift, and the extra medicine was delivered by myself." He handed the medicine to Ruzius, frowning worriedly. "Depending on medicine for sleep is not a long-term solution. If you can, you can try it. Get hypnotized."

Ruzius rejected the offer.

"Then, if you need it, you can find me. You seem to do..."

"It's not so good, right." Ruzius took his words and lowered his eyes, "I'm really not so good, the day after tomorrow...no, it's tomorrow, I'm about to be under the same roof with the blood."

"...This may be the source of your psychological pressure."

"...Inherited ideas are hard to change."

Ruzius finally said.

Zhu Heng left the medicine and left. Ruzius looked at the instructions on the pill box, and suddenly looked sideways and saw Arecio.

"Just now, don't worry about it..."

"You doubt Zhu Heng."

Ruzius' hand paused slightly, and then a faint smile appeared on his expressionless face.

"Yes, I doubt him."