The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Alessio ate this meal unprecedentedly slowly, and halfway through the meal, he raised his head.

"or……"

"What?" The saint looked in his direction, his tone was steady and calm.

Arecio clenched the spoon in his hand. The neuropathy was quite normal, as before, it was strange that he seemed to care about not taking off his clothes. Neuropathy has always been very persistent. If he refuses at this time, he will definitely be questioned. How should he explain?

……Actually I might have a slight preference for you?

Do not! impossible! Even if Theo was run over by a carriage eight hundred times! He would never say such a thing!

The spoon was twisted in his hand, and Alessio was startled, and quietly clasped the spoon completely into a ball and held it in his palm.

"How about..." He was anxious, "How about I add some pepper?"

"...You decide this kind of thing yourself."

witty! So witty! Arecio shook the pepper madly in the bowl. He is really a small clever ghost who is adaptable. He will never reveal anything. He still has half a bowl of soup to do mental construction for himself.

"Have you finished drinking?" The always patient neuropathy actually started to urge him, "A bowl of soup, you have been drinking for more than half an hour, have you put too much pepper?"

He was really right, because Arecio responded to him with a few sneezes.

He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water and brought it out to Arecio. The blood race took the radish cup, endured a sneeze with difficulty, the corners of his eyes were red, and he was alive after taking a few sips.

But the next second--

"What are you holding in your hand? A spoon?"

"... used to be."

"..."

Ruzius confiscated the small iron ball and put it in his pocket without a trace. Then, he faced Arecio, who was tense, and smiled a little.

"So, shall we start?"

There is no light in the main hall, only a slight light from the restaurant. The platinum-blonde saint lowered his eyes, and first slowly removed the coat of the house, the loose collar could not cover the line of the collarbone. He seemed to be untying the scabbard of his own sword. Before that, Alessio would never have thought that one day, his old enemy would unarm in front of him, and even bare his deadly shoulders and necks.

He even faintly smelled a trace of blood, and the once beautiful taste floated from the depths of his memory. Arecio showed his fangs uncontrollably, and he had to raise his hand to cover it.

"You... have a wound on your body?"

"Well, I was practicing a new flower knife while cutting vegetables."

Your bridal course really keeps pace with the times!

Arecio seriously suspected that this neuropathy was intentional. He endured the desire to bite the side of the opponent's neck, biting his lower lip with his fangs, and the slight pain helped him concentrate. But even if he endured it, he would never lose.

"Aren't you afraid that I will bite you? Just bite your neck and break it in one bite!"

The saint smiled in a low voice.

"The blood race is not a troll, and it doesn't have that bite force, not to mention that your fangs seem to be shorter than the average blood race."

"Shut up! Don't talk short!"

Alessio turned into anger, he looked around and picked up an apple from the fruit plate.

"Look up!"

He demonstrated his stunt. With just such a light bite, the four fangs are perfectly embedded in the apple. As long as there is no violent movement, the apple will never fall. This just shows that his fangs are still very long. !

However, when he calmed down, he saw neuropathy looking at him expressionlessly.

Arecio bit the apple woodenly, and he read a lot of things from his neurotic eyes, such as doubt, pity, surprise, and...

"You laughed at me." The neurotic asked him sincerely, "Can I laugh?"

No!

Arecio finally heard the sound of the string breaking in his head again.

He sneered, and actually took the initiative to approach the saint, his deep rosy eyes were in the dim, and gradually the gleam of dark creatures that liked the darkness appeared. He grabbed the collar of the old enemy and pushed it down on the sofa, and the shadow cast by the blood clan completely enveloped Ruzius.

"I forgot to ask, how was your experience last time?" The blood family asked softly in his ear, "Is it..."

"Essence?"

Not only Arecio remembered the taste of Ruzius' blood, but Ruzius also remembered the bone-eroding feeling the moment he was touched by the fangs of the blood clan. His eyes sank slightly, and a long chain slid out of the cuff, slowly circling behind the blood clan that was suppressing him.

"Because I can't forget that feeling, so I provoke me again, hope I bite you again?"

The long chain gradually tightened, and Ruzius squinted his eyes, saw the blood clan above him with pointed fangs, and smiled.

"This is a good thing for mutual benefit, why don't you say it straight?"

He pulled the saint up, breathing close to the side of the saint's neck. Ruzius felt a breath passing from the side of his bare neck, it seemed that the kin was opening his mouth, and his slightly pointed fangs were about to touch his skin——

Ruzius' pupils shrank suddenly, as long as Arecio was drunk with his blood, his long chain would...

"...Well, this is the cross thorns?"

The expected slight tingling and boundless bliss did not arrive, and Arecio's consciousness was very clear. He held his shoulder and looked at the tattoo on his right shoulder in a difficult posture. He looked at the tattoo for a while, and suddenly noticed that he was insane for a long time, so he tilted his head.

"What? I really thought I would bite you? Don't worry, although you are always angry with me, I can't bite you."

"..."

This blood clan, who has no blood clan beauty at all, seems to use biting as a means of punishment and hostility.

The long chain shrank silently under the sofa to hide, Ruziwusi was silent for a while, and suddenly heard Arecio say in surprise:

"Are you sure this tattoo is called the Cross and Thorns? Full name? No other name?"

"...Why do you ask?"

Arecio reached out his hand and touched the tattoo with his fingertips. He felt the muscles under him suddenly tighten, and he couldn't help being a little funny.

"Don't be nervous, I will show you the location, here..."

"There is another bird."

……bird?

Arecio nodded affirmatively, "The cross is below. I have seen some totems in the temple. Originally, the thorns should have been entangled on the cross? You are not the same. The thorns are still there, but they spread from the cross. Entangled a bird."

"The bird is familiar..." Arecio felt that he must have seen it somewhere. "It's a bit of an oriental totem, and the style is very similar."

"... Qi Zhi?" Ruzius gave a guess, and this guess made Arecio immediately think of it.

"Yes, Qi Zhi, I have seen this flying shape in some travel notes."

After seeing the tattoos, there are more problems now. Ruzius was sure that he had only cross-thorns tattoos when he was in the temple, and the extra pattern of perching branches could only emerge later. But why it appeared, and why this pattern only appeared, is still unknown at this time.

Ruzius had a vague hunch, and the answer to these mysteries was in his lost memory.

Arecio was still observing the tattoo from a laborious angle, and Ruzius handed over the notebook and pen.

"Draw it down for future research."

"..."

"...It seems to be embarrassing you a little bit."

Arecio glared at him, then suddenly realized his current posture...

He knelt on his neurotic leg, supporting the other's shoulder with one hand. The neuropathy was probably because he was afraid that he would tip over, holding a pen and paper in one hand, and supporting his waist with the other. When Arecio realized this, he quickly pulled out of his plexus neuropathy, and his eartips were still a little hot.

"Then you... Draw by yourself in the mirror tomorrow."

He had forgotten the bitten apple he had put on the low table, and went straight upstairs, when he suddenly made a crazy noise, which surprised him.

"Remember to close the window before going to bed."

He breathed a sigh of relief, responded, went back to his room, and plunged his head on the bed.

In fact, it was almost... almost he really bitten down...maybe more than bite down...

In the darkness, he stretched out his hand and gently touched his fangs.

Just now, in an instant, he actually—

I want to give neuropathy [first embrace].

Ruzius stayed in the living room, still not turning on the light, and the long chain rustled up from under the sofa and wrapped it around his wrist. He touched his right shoulder, where the tattoos had changed. The thorns entwined the bird, which was an image of "binding".

and also……

He moved his gaze to the apple on the table. He picked up the apple and looked at the bite marks left by the blood.

The four small fangs are neatly arranged.

It was the fangs that left such marks, which almost touched the side of his neck just now.

He actually didn't know what he wanted to do when he was about to be bitten. He used the long chain that was tamed by him, trying to use it to control the opponent's actions when the blood was intoxicated, or to bind his hands, or to bind the wings that might spread. When his prey falls into the snare, he will...

He put the apple close to his lips, which was close to the smooth side, but he suddenly rotated the apple and bit down at the tooth mark. The sweet and sour juice filled his mouth, and he ate a whole apple in silence before slowly raising his eyes.

It's time to go back to the room.

He reacted a little.

Arecio did not find his apple last night the next day.

He was a little puzzled, so he asked about the neurosis who was serving breakfast.

"Did you see my apple?"

"The one with four holes?"

"...Yes." Arecio began to regret asking the whereabouts of the apple.

"I thought you never wanted to see that apple again."

"..." This is true.

"Would you like to try oranges next time? I bought a variety with a thick skin."

"To shut up!"

Everyday, Areciou angrily picked up the knife and fork, he definitely didn't want to mention the topic of Apple again. Halfway through the meal, he suddenly heard the neuropath on the opposite side say:

"The rose has sprouted."

"Really?"

Arecio rushed to look around, observing the growth of the radish by the way. He came to the area near the wall, and as expected, some plant seedlings appeared on the moist soil. He squatted down to take a look, and then poked. The neuropathy also came to him, did not squat down, but stood and peeled off a piece of candy paper.

"Give me one too." Arecio asked for a candy, stuffed it into his mouth, and expressed his affection to the rose on the ground.

"You're starting to eat sweets again."

"……Ok."

From the perspective of Ruzius, one can see the top of the blood family's hair, and there are a few broken hairs that are very mentally messy. He stared at the tangled hairs intently, wanted to stretch out his hands to straighten them out, and realized that in Arecio's eyes, they probably hadn't reached the level of doing such intimate actions.

His memory moved forward again for a long time due to the appearance of Crowvenson. So he was not surprised, some of the contents of his old notes.

The hunter who killed Crawvenson finally committed suicide.

The temple remained silent on this matter, and even just hastily collected the opponent's bones and buried them in an ordinary cemetery instead of entering the hero's cemetery.

[I think the glorious temple should have also noticed it. 】

In the past, he wrote in his notes, but when he went crazy in the later period, he added ridicule with messy handwriting next to him.

【I, we, us hunters who have destiny, have always received a specific education. 】

[And this kind of education has been verified as "problematic". 】

[We care too much about our destiny. 】

【I……】

[I care too much about Arecio. 】

Insane, he crossed out all the words between "I" and "Arecio", and under the traces of alteration, a line of characters was stern and mad.

【I……】

[Fell in love with Arecio. 】