The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin - Chapter 96

After he finished cursing insane, he ended up too eagerly and almost swallowed the silver cross in his mouth. In fact, it can be vomited out, but Arecio glanced at the neuropathy vigilantly, and found that expectation was implicit in the other’s eyes.

Arecio: “…”

He didn’t know whether he accidentally swallowed the Silver Cross to make it more miserable, or to push it out wet with the tip of his tongue. For the former, he has to go to the hospital, for the latter, he has a strong foreboding. He looked around and found that the place he was looking for was very secluded. The float parade was also going on the second lap, and most people’s attention was focused on Over there.

So Arecio closed his mouth tightly and chose not to speak from now on.

Of course he wanted to grab the neuropathy and question everything about him, but compared with the vague sense of crisis, he planned to put the question behind, anyway, the neuropathy couldn’t run away.

He didn’t spit it out, and the look in the saint’s eyes was a little disappointed as expected.

“Aren’t you vomiting out?” If he was concerned, Arecio slowly shook his head. He felt that the process of vomiting out was too irritating. The current neurosis is likely to have unfavorable consequences.

His gaze fell on the neurotic pocket and gestured. There is sugar in the pocket, and if you take a few pills for neurosis, you can at least be normal.

Sure enough, after learning that he had recovered all his memories, Arecio became very vigilant. Ruzius had some regrets. He originally wanted to wait for the two to fully confirm the relationship before telling Arecio the news of the memory recovery, but it is also possible now, at least they stayed together for so long after ten thousand years. The confrontation has gradually disappeared in the long water (mutual) place (dog) during this period of time, enough to usher in a stable relationship.

Arecio has shown exclusivity to him, and this is a very, very good start. In addition, there is no outside interference at all. These factors are the root of Ruzius’s stability.

“Do you still want to see the floats?” He asked naturally, as if nothing happened. Arecio shook his head vigilantly. He just wanted to find a safer place to spit out the silver cross…spit it out…spit it out…

Alessio paused, licking the silver cross with the tip of his tongue, the silver cross motionless.

He has a… not so wonderful foreboding.

After licking again, Arecio didn’t realize that the tip of his tongue bulged slightly on his cheek, which had exposed the small movements he was making at this time. Luzius watched the slightly pointed little drum bag appear and disappear, appear and disappear on Arecio’s face, while maintaining his expressionless expression, he ate a few candies.

Arecio repeatedly confirmed, and finally realized a fact in horror–

its stuck.

To be precise, it was stuck on his fangs.

The silver cross has complicated patterns and many hollows, and now one of his fangs is stuck into the hollow, and no matter how the tip of his tongue moves, it can’t separate the two.

Arecio: “…”

It’s all right now, he doesn’t have to worry about swallowing the Silver Cross anymore!

The float show took three full turns before leaving. During this period, Arecio tried countless ways to top the Silver Cross down. However, both his cheeks were sore, and Silver Cross stubbornly stayed on his fangs, so angry that he wanted to reach out and take them off.

He took a peek at his neuropathy, and the other party immediately turned around, obviously paying attention to his movements.

It’s really hard to recover the memory completely, he has to think of a way!

“…Want to eat ice cream?”

Ruzius looked at the direction Arecio was pointing, and guessed that the other party wanted to push him away, but didn’t say anything, and went to buy ice cream very obediently. Alessio was overjoyed, and immediately seized the opportunity, was about to open his mouth, and took off the silver cross with his hands…

“What kind of flavour do you want?” Arecio quickly shut up and gestured casually.

“Same as before? Good.”

The neurosis is gone again, Arecio refreshed, and again, he…

“Do you want to decorate? Chocolate or fruit?”

“…”

“By the way, you don’t seem to be able to eat now, do you really need to spit it out?”

“…”

Give him a chance to spit it out! Just go crazy! Turn around for more than thirty seconds! He must! Immediately! Clean this silver cross from his fangs!

Arecio is autistic.

He completely gave up the idea of ​​taking the silver cross off and then spit it out, silently watched the float show, silently watched the crazy eating ice cream, and silently grabbed his balloon. The splendid fireworks stained the night sky very colorfully. Arecio raised his head to look at the fireworks. He heard the neuropathy holding an ice cream next to him sigh slightly.

“Stop teasing you,” he said slowly. “You bite and see.”

Ok? ? ?

Arecio looked at him hesitantly, wanting to confirm whether it was what he understood, and the neuropathy nodded to him affirmatively, Arecio was a little confused for a while. The tip of his tongue touched the silver cross, and the touch of this thing was exactly like a real silver cross, so he had not dared to touch it vigorously for fear of destroying the gift.

Now the neuropathy tells him to bite and see?

“Does it look like the real thing with a special edible material coating?” The neuropathy also showed off to him, “The temperature and the taste are exactly the same as the real one, right?”

“I also made this silver cross exactly the same as the one I want to give you. The pattern and shape are all…”

He heard a “click” and it was Arecio who had broken the silver cross. After no longer worrying about whether or not to destroy the gift, as long as a little force is applied, the silver cross will be completely shattered, and Arecio can taste the sweetness of a little hard candy inside.

The sour cheeks and the somewhat tired tip of the tongue seemed to be laughing at the fool he was just now.

“It’s fierce.” With a smile in his neurotic eyes, “isn’t it very sweet?”

Sweet!

Arecio grabbed a side balloon as a weapon, and looked dangerously at the neuropathy. At this moment, he has almost forgotten that this is a neurosis that restores all his memories, and the dog’s anger in the opponent’s dog is no different from usual!

But for Ruzius, who had recovered all his memories, it was easier to guess Arecio’s mind, and he could even predict every initiation point of the opponent. So before the scene turned into a fight, he took the first step, handing him the ice cream originally bought by Arecio in one hand, and taking out tonight’s gift from his pocket with the other.

“As before, a carnival gift.”

Arecio subconsciously took the ice cream first, and then looked at the neuropathic hand. Under the scattered fireworks, the saint’s fingers with distinct knots held a silver chain, and the small flashing silver cross was embossed underneath, gently swinging back and forth. The silver cross is the standard of the temple, entangled with thorns, but it is slightly different from the one ten thousand years ago, at this moment, the thorns are strewn with some flowers.

It’s Qiangwei.

The saint handed the silver cross to him.

“But I’m still a little curious, where did the former one go?”

This question really touched the bottom of Arecio’s heart. He closed his eyes gently, but for a moment, he remembered the tragic battle. As the second generation of blood, Theo has much more power than Arecio, so he can tear Arecio’s wings for the first time. Arecio is not a fool. Since he can’t defeat Theo, he will just surrender. He doesn’t really care whether he holds the highest power.

but……

Once again, there was a quarrel over whether to use ordinary humans as experimental subjects. The second generation of blood, his father, sneered and said angry words.

[Did you kill your little friend, you would be more obedient? 】

The second battle ended in Arecio’s death.

Being on the verge of death is a painful experience, and the physique of the blood race will lengthen this pain infinitely. But Arecio didn’t want to die. At least in the past few hundred years, he never wanted to die, so he woke up, dragged his unhealed body, and went to the carnival date. At the carnival where they met again, the uncontrollable saint embraced him.

[You are still alive… You really are alive…]

The Kindred was still holding a doll modeled after him, and his red pupils slowly widened. He felt the temperature of the human being hugging him at this time, and made up his mind.

Must… Must kill Theo!

For the third time, he rushed into the Blood Moon Castle, who had regarded him as his mortal enemy, stared at the father of the blood family who had been waiting for him so long, and drew out his sickle. His growth rate is not unpleasant, he can see this from Theo’s faint expression, but it’s not enough! They hit the top of the castle all the way, and before sunrise, he had been severely injured by Theo.

[Makes me so embarrassed, if you give you time…]

Without a whole arm, half of his face was torn…The second-generation blood family, who had always been calm and unhurried, looked down.

[My child, you must die here! 】

The moment of death came like slow motion, this time he should not have the good luck he once had. The sun only showed a little light on the horizon, and the second generation of blood clan pointed to a blade, about to pierce his heart.

——Something blocked the hand that only took his life.

The unsullied barrier of the temple opened, the sun jumped out of the ground, Arecio managed to pull up a corner of the field, and his Shadow Rose sealed Theo’s actions. The second-generation blood race was struggling hysterically, and the sunlight ironed deep bone wounds on his body. He screamed and watched his child raise the sickle.

——It’s almost like the black sickle of the **** of death.

He began to cry, pleading, as long as Arecio was a little soft, he would be able to seize the chance of a comeback!

However, Arecio’s heart is like iron stone.

Before the sickle fell, he smiled faintly at Theo, he stated.

[That is my destiny. 】

[You shouldn’t want to kill him. 】

The silver cross on his chest burned out all his strength and gradually turned into ashes. The gaze of the blood race chased after the floating ashes. It was the gift given by the man who gave him courage, which brought him an opportunity for victory. It is a pity. It was ruined, and there was no faint regret in his heart.

Now, this regret has been made up.

Arecio stretched out his hand, took hold of the silver cross, and then raised his eyes to look at the saint. The saint lowered his eyelashes and carefully wrapped the silver chain around his hand to prevent the silver cross from falling.

“The original one…” Arecio said softly, “It’s used up.”

“Really, I added stronger magic to this.”

Arecio looked at the silver cross in his hand, and he felt as if he had held the courage given by the saint.

He was no longer afraid of Theo.