The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

On the Emerald Inner Coast, the Lich left, and I gathered a habitual smile. He looked at the Red Moon King City that surrounded the Emerald Inner Sea. There was not much expression on his face. He murmured that he had read it from the Red Moon King City. s story,

"At the first quarter of the moon, a powerful man has arrived, and he has set a countdown."

"At the full moon, the families of the powerful have arrived, participating in this terrible and arbitrary game."

"At the end of the quarter moon, there is no need to save, and there are shadows of fall everywhere, no enemies, no friends."

"Finally, the new moon without moon..."

He stood up and walked a few steps beside the Emerald Inner Sea. The soul butterfly floated and hunted, and the blue soul fire was reflected in his black eyes exposed outside the talisman, flashing.

He asked softly, asking the person who was not here.

"What have you experienced, Areci?"

***

The drama ended in thunderous applause.

Although it was a holographic projection, no actors came to the stage to call the curtain, but many people stood up spontaneously, clapped desperately, and expressed their gratitude and touch. They thank Hitomi for bringing such a legendary drama to reappear after ten thousand years, and also thank the glorious theater troupe ten thousand years ago for being able to perform such a wonderful work, not to mention that the last epoch was far less developed than it is now. With film and television technology, those actors can make the audience feel like it is on the scene.

Arecio was also a member of the applause, but his applause was more emotional than the pure audience next to him. This drama also occupies a very important position in his long life. Whenever the melody of "In Praise of the Stars" sounds, he can always think of every year of carnival he spent with neurosis.

The current neuropathy should have restored related memories. Arecio would even think that if the neuropathic memory can stay in the present, it will be fine, so that there will be no later...

He allowed the saints around him to take him out of the crowds, and the carnival was not completely over yet. The winners of today's free drama are about to be selected on the stage in the center of the square. The floats have entered the arena one by one, and there is a holographic firework show at zero. They have not finished all the booths, and the time before the firework show is just used.

"So go make another ice cream? Or divination?" Arecio took the stored balloon back, fearing it might fly away, so he held his neurotic wrist and carefully wrapped the string around his wrist.

Ruzius: "..."

"Why don't you tie it to your own wrist?"

Arecio is very confident.

"You don't leave, isn't it the same when you tie your wrists!"

Then he will be able to free up his hands and have fun!

However, the neurosis didn't come back quickly. On the contrary, he looked at Arecio and smiled instead.

"Okay, I won't leave."

He didn't take the opportunity to dog Arecio, but made Arecio very vigilant. He glanced at the neuropathy hesitantly, always feeling that the other party was brewing some big move, but looking at it, he forgot his initial guard. In the gleaming lights, the saint's eyes were indulgent, whether it was platinum-gold half-length hair or sky-colored eyes, these light hues looked incredible in the brilliant background.

——Perhaps this evaluation is full of Arecio's personal subjectivity.

At the beginning of the float parade, the flow of people surged. Those floats were ingeniously named after major historical events thousands of years ago. Arecio thought he would not recognize anything, but as the floats passed by, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"I know this! We traced this heretical organization together."

"This bard, you really remember, he was the first to sing a ballad about you, right?"

The last and largest carnival float came slowly, spraying with holographic firelight. The crowd exclaimed, and some bold ones even stretched out their hands to touch the gorgeous golden flames, and Arecio was one of them. He was even more courageous. He was directly bathed in the flames, and reached out to the person who was throwing flowers and candies on the float, and his eyes clearly wrote, "Give some sugar."

The costumed float volunteers: "..."

He had to give Arecio a lot of sweets, and Arecio changed hands and became neurotic. He always remembered that the other party liked sweets.

Seeing Alessio eagerly collecting candies all night and stuffing them into his pockets, like a cat going out hunting and struggling to support his family, Ruzius endured it and didn't let himself laugh because of this overly appropriate metaphor.

Arecio looked at the expressionless neuropathy suspiciously. He always felt that the neuropathy was thinking about something strange.

"Does today look like a certain carnival in the past?" Ruzius turned off the subject, with a smile, "Although you released my pigeons one year, and there were terrible news of death, but I still Remember, you came back the next year, and we met again at the carnival."

"I ordered a puppet at the booth that looked like you. Before you could pick it up, you came and took the puppet in your own hands."

"That's..." Arecio didn't want to be insanely misunderstood. "That was when I had a fight with Theo. It's a pity that compared to the last time I was torn off my wings, I didn't have much progress. Hide, lest you be killed by Theo."

"Is it seriously injured?"

"Also...good?" Arecio doesn't remember bad things very much. "The vitality of the blood race is very tenacious. If you find a place to lie down for half a year, you can come out and run again."

The saint frowned slightly, disagreeing with Arecio's choice.

"You should hide, it's not an exaggeration to hide for a hundred years."

"Do you like being frozen?" Arecio asked.

"...No."

"Won't that end? So I have to be awake." At this point, he squinted his eyes a little and looked in a good mood. "So, even if you are embraced for the first time, don't worry. I will be with you. Sleep together and wake up together. You will be the only continuation of my strength, and the only descendant of my life, even if you are tired one day..."

Arecio suddenly realized that his words seemed a bit too lingering, he shut up immediately, but he was insane.

"What if I get bored one day?"

Arecio glared at him, not wanting to answer.

"What the hell?" Ruzius didn't want to let him go, "Let me go?"

"What dream do you do? From the day you become my descendant, your life will no longer belong to yourself." He paused, a bit ashamed to say that, but looking at the neurosis in front of him, the other party was bright and bright. Compared with him who was already in the dark, his dignified appearance was like a bird about to fly away from him.

He took a deep breath.

"From birth to death, you will belong to me."

What surging in my heart at this time is undoubtedly a strong possessiveness. Arecio doesn’t have much nostalgia for power, and he doesn’t care about wealth, because after becoming a blood clan, all the joys in the world have long gone away from him. He has nothing to want, no desires of ordinary people, so even if he later defeated Theo, He didn't think it was a great feat.

Because it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense to him whether he is at the peak of power.

For him, the biggest benefit of Theo's death is that it makes him more free, and no one will interfere with his friends wandering and making friends. But at that time, the Werewolf King passed away, and the Lich had already closed the curtain with the Sea of ​​Undead. The people and things he cared about left one after another, leaving only neuropathy.

However, the neurosis finally fell out with him. Arecio didn't know if it was his own problem. He didn't want to recover it. He also asked, but the neurosis refused to say anything.

He wouldn't say anything, only looking at him with that kind of complicated and unspeakable eyes, and finally had to eat a few candies.

...Just as it is now.

Alessio was shocked, and just recalled that he had a certain psychological shadow about the neurosis eating sugar, as if the neurosis would turn his face in the next second. He scowled and snatched the crazy candy.

"..." The saint sighed, "You have to let me eat some candy."

"No! Don't eat!"

"I'm afraid I can't help it if I don't eat."

Because of what he said just now? Or is there any memory restored? Arecio is very nervous, the memory node of the neuropathy at this time is really a bit dangerous, and it is stuck on the eve of their turn.

"I wanted to give you a gift normally," the saint said gently, "but now..."

"Areci, can you come with me?"

Arecio didn't know what the neuropathy wanted to say to him, his thoughts were very confused, and it was ten thousand years ago for a while, and then he jumped to the present moment. Maybe he shouldn’t have said the words before, maybe the neuropathy itself doesn’t like the words that are too possessive, and maybe, the current neuropathy has remembered some things, including what Arecio may have done and the neuropathy understanding In, something that can cause the two to break.

Arecio walked into the corner along the path left by the neuropathy, and there was no one here. He saw what neuropathy had put in his mouth, it should be sugar, so he was suppressing his anger, Arecio didn't know.

He still decided to save as much as possible.

"Wait, what I said just now is not to deprive you of your free will, and I never thought about it..." He turned his head and tried to make himself more sincere and sincere, but before he finished his words, he was neurotic and put him on this. In the shadow where no one passed by, kissed him.

The kiss was so sudden, Arecio's deep rosy eyes widened, and he struggled subconsciously. Something hard was pushed into his mouth with the contact of his lips and tongue. The tip of his tongue seemed to have touched some fine and flourishing patterns. However, only with the contact of the tip of the tongue, he could not tell what it was, only the other person’s lips and tongue. It's hot, and this hard object is cold.

This warm and cold touch made some water shine in his eyes, and he didn't even dare to move his tongue easily, lest this obviously not candy would be swallowed into his stomach.

His inability to resist provides convenience for the opponent. When the tip of his tongue touches his upper jaw, Arecio can still endure a little bit, but when the opponent starts to lick his fangs presumptuously, the light of the water under his eyes finally rises and touches him. Wet eyelashes.

He also recognized what was moving on the tip of his tongue where he was entangled with neuropathy--

It is a silver cross.

This discovery made him completely defeated. When he was finally released, he was already sitting down against the wall. He didn't even dare to open his mouth when he was breathing, lest the silver cross in his mouth would fall out.

[I wanted to give you a gift normally. 】

He finally understood this sentence, and with this understanding, he finally realized one thing——

The saint crouched and looked at him, with a slight smile in his eyes in the brightly colored sky. This smile Arecio had seen before, in the cathedral where they battled, before the heavy and gorgeous coffin, the saint smiled at him like this, and then uttered the prophecy of extinction.

With a silver cross in his mouth, he almost stared blankly at the saint approaching him again. A light kiss fell on his eyelashes. This kiss was not pure tenderness. As the tip of the saint's tongue swept across his eyelashes, it finally brought a little neurotic color.

"I've always wanted to kiss your fangs. Just now you exposed your possessiveness to me, and I'm just putting it up."

The saint said softly.

"You didn't let me eat candy first."

Arecio’s pupils began to shrink violently, and that rushed memory finally resurfaced in his mind, about how he fought the saint in a decisive battle, how he was pressed into the coffin and kissed, the entanglement of the tongue is the same as before, but at that time What pushed his mouth was not a silver cross, but a blood crystal.

[I don't want you to hate me, so even if I die, I have to tell you the root cause of my anti-purpose. 】

[Three years later, there will be a fire and rain that will destroy the world. 】

[Everything will be extinct in the fire and rain, and you and I will board the "Ark" and sail to a new era of gold. 】

When the saint prophesied, his expression was gentle but violent.

"God..." Alessio covered his mouth to prevent the silver cross from falling out, but this did not prevent him from opening his round red pupils and cursing slightly vaguely!

"are you crazy!!!"