The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

"When did you start to doubt?" Alessio asked. In his opinion, Zhu Heng is still a pretty good person. He once cooked soup for him. His craftsmanship is superb, but...

The cool nature of the blood race will make him prefer interesting people, but will not let him trust interesting people. Because it’s very difficult for a blood family to die, it is even more so for Arecio, who has a special favor. The conventional method of killing a blood family is not even effective for him, so as long as that person is interesting enough, he can even keep a murderous person by his side. ten years.

But he really didn't feel any killing intent on Zhu Heng, and he didn't know how the neurosis was judged.

"When I came back from the Griffon training ground of the military headquarters, I started to investigate." Ruzius said, "Anyone who came into contact with you before going there would have a chance to sprinkle powder that irritated the griffon even if they passed by. Marshal Olsen unearthed two people with thorns tattoos in the military department, but these two people had no contact with us."

"So there are people in the childcare center..." Arecio thoughtfully, he also went through the people he came into contact with every day in an instant. He didn't remember the names of most people, but he could remember every A face, even the slightest breath and emotion that the other party shed when they first touched it.

"But I didn't..."

Didn't notice anyone was malicious to him.

"The temple has a corresponding method, specifically for some dark creatures that are sensitive to emotions and will." Ruzius took a deep look at Arecio, "For example, you can't perceive my emotions right now. This is special. The result of training."

"After all, some dark creatures even rely solely on emotional perception to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, such as a water monster, so if they are destroyed, they will never be perceived as emotions."

Although the positions are opposing, Arecio can really boast about the former temple. The self-evolution of dark creatures is very slow, but the various measures of the temple are up to date. If it develops for more than a thousand years, the temple can really destroy most of the dark creatures.

"If Zhu Heng has something to do with the temple of this era, then it will be troublesome." Areciou had a headache. "Many dark creatures rely on his counseling, including Lucy. He is also the head of the medical department of the childcare center. He has been deeply trusted for years, and only a little doubt from you and me cannot shake him."

Ruzius was silent for a long time, and Arecio was a little inexplicable.

"what's happenin?"

"I was thinking, it was obviously my suspicion, but you directly said ‘a little suspicion of you and me’."

Arecio is even more inexplicable.

"Isn't it because you doubted me?"

"Then why do you doubt when I doubt it?"

"Nonsense, you have doubted, I must doubt it!"

"..."

The saint showed an unbelievable expression. He really doesn't understand the blood circuit of the blood clan. Is one of the criteria for the blood clan to be judged by his thoughts?

"Even if I doubt it, you don't have to doubt it."

"Why?!"

"..."

It doesn't make sense at all! Ruzius took a deep breath, trying to smooth the logic.

"I mean, you can use your own judgment, not my judgment, to doubt."

"Is your judgment registered for a patent? Why can't I rely on your judgment to doubt?"

"..."

"You are too inexplicable, right?"

Who the **** is inexplicable!

"...Okay, you and my doubts."

Seeing the reluctance of this compromise, Arecio became a little angry. He rolled up his sleeves and sat directly on the coffin. Even if he didn't sleep tonight, he had to make it smooth!

"Dare you say that it was not because I was not wary of Zhu Heng that you judged that Zhu Heng's method of hiding his emotions may be taught by the temple of this era, so he should be suspected?"

Ruzius thought for a while, he really pays close attention to everyone who Arecio cares about, and Arecio's evaluation of Zhu Heng is good, and even the bowl of soup he can cook is not forgotten, which is a bit annoying. . That said, the cause of his suspicion was indeed Arecio's attitude. After paying attention, he took the initiative to contact Zhu Heng several times, and realized that he should have temple tattoos of the same origin.

The staff of the temple all have thorn tattoos, which vary according to their functions. He has a lofty status, and he can even put a cross thorn on his body. His name is [Cross Thorns], and he has a weak sense of subordinate tattoos. Ten thousand years later, there have been some changes in temple tattoos, and he needs to pay extra attention to capture the existence of tattoos.

"So the source of the suspicion is me." Arecio continued to summarize, and Ruzius nodded slightly.

"So it's actually my suspicion!"

That's right... wrong! What robber logic!

"Let's stop this topic." Ruzius didn't want to go on like this anymore, or else he would get entangled all night, "Take a step back, you and I doubt it."

Arecio also grudgingly agreed.

"Yes, each is the standard of judgment, no one should fight...what's wrong with you?"

The most appropriate summary has been casually said by the blood.

He uses Arecio's reaction as the criterion for his judgment, and Arecio also uses his judgment as the final conclusion. Even if there are disputes in the process, he will definitely return to the most unified answer in the end. Ruzius didn't know where the relationship between himself and Arecio had reached, but this did not prevent him from feeling comfortable at this time because of this tacit understanding.

"Nothing"-he wanted to answer this way. If the camps were opposed ten thousand years ago, even if he was aware of this tacit understanding, he would definitely answer that way. There are too many things between him and the blood, and he is destined to be unable to be honest, but now he can.

When Arecio saw the saint raising his head suddenly, his beautiful sky-colored eyes were immersed in the breath of rose.

"We are in a tacit understanding." Said the saint.

Arecio seemed to be burnt by the color in those eyes suddenly, turned his head hurriedly, and felt that this expression was too weak, gritted his teeth in his heart, and forced himself to turn back and stare straight at the saint. .

"Of course, for hundreds of years, without any tacit understanding, I would break with you long ago."

The saint smiled faintly, Arecio rarely saw him smile like this. Of course, neuropathy can also laugh, but there are always many Arecio's unpredictable things hidden in those smiles, which makes him even feel a little scary. But now the smile is different, at least Arecio also felt a little bit infected, so his expression became more relaxed.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Wait and see." Saint said, "Zhu Heng is a very important chess piece. The nursery center is not an easy place to hide. You can wait and see what he wants to do, but if his goal is..."

"It's me," Arecio answered, "That would be a shame."

"Yes, it's a pity."

If you really try to attack the three generations of blood, the result must be very interesting.

"Don't bother you to rest. If you have news, I will exchange. I will go back first." Arecio jumped off the coffin, landed lightly, and then turned to the saint who was still leaning on the coffin, "Are you still unable to sleep? If you do, increase the amount of medicine, and Zhu Heng will at least not harm you in this regard."

The saint closed his left eye and nodded slightly. Alessio intuitively felt that he was still concealing something. He was very familiar with this attitude of concealment. Sitting in front of him seemed to have become the gloomy neuropathy of the past. He looked at him with eyes that he didn't understand, and kept hiding something. Some words.

Now it is like this again. He knows that the mentality of neurosis is heavier than ordinary people, and he can understand it. But he felt that it was different now. The neuropathy had lost the memory of the past and became less distorted. They did not have a position that must be hostile. They also exchanged information on the common enemy just now. Arecio thought... there would be a new relationship between them. s inception.

"You have nothing to say to me?"

He asked finally.

Just ask this one more sentence, and he thought, if it is still the same as before, then so be it.

There was silence, and the saint turned his head to hide his left eye, as if he was holding back something. Arecio took a deep breath and exhaled it again, and the simulated human senses began to stop gradually, because he himself felt bored. The false beating in his chest gradually slowed down as he walked away step by step, his hand touched the door of the room, and finally his heartbeat finally stopped slowly.

No matter how you imitate it, you can't get close to human beings. It's hard to change the inherent concept. Maybe this is the destined gap between him and the neurosis.

The door opened, and the light from outside rushed towards his face. Immediately, the dimness of a room would be thrown behind him, along with the dim years of ten thousand years ago.

"...Arecio."

The heartbeat began to recover.

The blood clan's footsteps stopped. This was the first time he heard the holy person call his name since the resuscitation.

Alessio turned his head, the saint still leaned on the coffin and did not move, covering his left eye with one hand. He couldn't help but walked back a few steps. He had never seen such an expression of neuropathy, and a broken hand would not cause pain.

"Do you remember what we discussed, the question of'light is good, and the temple is good'."

Alessio recalled it for a while, thinking of it, and a little bit want to laugh.

"Have you been entangled with this? I just said casually. When your memory is restored, you will naturally question the temple, don't rush..."

"But I'm already questioning now."

Arecio looked at the printed document that the saint handed to him, with large traces of sketches on it. Arecio took the document. It was about the balance of light and darkness. This topic has been seen too much since he recovered, and this article is nothing special, so Arecio raised his head in confusion.

"Is there any problem? Isn't it just talking about... the light and darkness are out of balance, calling for the protection of the dark power?"

Ruzius nodded slightly, and a few strands of the tied platinum-gold half-length hair fell on his shoulders.

"However, the imbalance of light and darkness is the status quo, and scholars of this era can only speculate about the reasons. I also found some clues when reorganizing the myth of the ancient goddess Freina."

Arecio noticed that his hands were slowly squeezed into fists, apparently extremely restless, he rarely saw such neuropathy. The counterparty is usually unpredictable, unpredictable, or troublesome.

"Scholars of this era are of course impossible to study the reason, because they don't know the deployment of the temple ten thousand years ago. That plan existed before I was born. I only thought it was a simple plan to weaken the dark camp. But it can finally be implemented in my time..." Ruzius' voice was already slightly unstable, he took a deep breath, to calm the sorrow and anger that was about to overflow, "The temple's millennium plan will end in your time. , This is the root cause of the collapse of balance."

"Guarded by werewolves, Behemoth of the Earth."

"Protected by the Lich, Leviathan of the Sea."

"It is enshrined by the branch from the east, the habitation branch of the sky."

Arecio also reacted, his pupils shrinking slightly.

"The goddess gave birth to the three pillars of darkness... I thought it was just a myth..."

"I used to think so." Ruzius said, a slight mockery flashed in his eyes, "Until now, the result is in front of me. The temple fulfilled its long-cherished wish ten thousand years ago, and the three clans were almost extinct. Of course the column collapsed."

He pushed down the stack of documents on the coffin, and white papers fluttered and scattered all over the floor.

"So the fire and rain wiped out the world."