The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Not to mention how anxious alexeo was about the possible humiliation, after seeing off the blood group, ruzius sorted out today's records and lay down in bed, trying to cultivate sleepiness for himself.

It's been four days. He can't go to sleep. He's very tired. He's just relying on his will. When he went to the medical department, Zhu Heng couldn't give the exact reason. He just suggested that he try to lie back in the coffin. After all, he had been sleeping in it for a long time. Maybe he was more accepting psychologically.

The method may be good, but ruzius would never try it unless he had to.

That's the coffin of the blood clan, and he's a hunter to kill the blood clan

It used to be.

When he closed his eyes, some messy fragments of memory began to invade him, which often happened recently. He kept remembering the towering buildings of the temple, the bell tower, the pigeons, and the huge silver cross that had been carefully made by skilled craftsmen to entangle the thorns. At sunrise, the silver cross cast a shadow against the light and covered the square in front of the temple. Devout believers worshiped and prayed.

He felt that this memory fragment seemed to be a little longer. He was preparing to start a day of study and training. When he left, he looked at the silver cross. Suddenly, the young Saint found a black fog floating on the horizon in the distance.

It's the Necromancer's veil.

The curtain of heaven envelops the site of the temple, the light is squeezed out, and only the strong darkness is spreading. The temple sounded the alarm for the first time, countless elite hunters poured out, priests chanted the mantra of protection, and the light on their staff fluttered like fireflies in the black tide.

Under the curtain of heaven, the maiden Lich gave a light scepter, and a large number of priests fell down. Then the huge shadow skips the Lich and glides to the top of the temple, where the glorious thorns silver cross lies.

Blood clan, bat wing, friends with lich, can resist the brilliance of silver cross

Alecio!

"Ruzius, son, follow me!" His teacher pushed the door in, in a quick but steady tone.

"This is a rare opportunity for you to observe. We will assign the most elite hunter to fight against him. Of course, those hunters are not as good as you in the future. You are only the blade to the blood prince. " The old man said that he took him to the diagonal tower facing the silver cross, and then issued a command through the remote crystal.

"Fight back

Many magic cannons fire together, the holy light lights everything up, and the priest who comes back on the bench sings again. This time, the young Lich doesn't move. Only the blood clan still keeps an eye on the silver cross. The bat wings behind him begin to change their angles, and he is ready to land.

"Evil blood! He will be condemned by God The most outstanding hunter rushed forward. The temple not only trained hunters for a powerful dark creature, but also trained many ordinary hunters widely. Among these people, there are many outstanding ones. Now we are facing the hunter yamon who is the same period with ruzius.

The hunter roared and rushed to the blood clan. His hook and rope, magic and sword were all carrying the intention of no return. He thought that after so many years of training, at least... At least he had the strength of the first World War

The blood clan blinked behind him, all the attacks failed, and he even said some gossip with ease.

"... your name?"

The hunter's pupils suddenly contracted, and ruzius, who was watching quietly in the tower, also held his fist tightly.

He didn't understand the emotion in his heart at this time. He only knew that a strong sense of suffocation seized him. In this memory, he thought that he was angry and unwilling for his dying companion. Looking at the memory, he thought the same at the beginning, until

"Ya... Meng..."

The blood clan can smile, when he laughs, he will show the sharp point of his tusks, and the deep rose pupil is also in high spirits.

"Good name." The blood clan said with a smile, "it's suitable to be engraved on the tombstone."

The hunter was caught off guard, and the blood clan destroyed all his defenses with one blow. The hunter was thrown deep into the ground of the square, convulsed a few times, but he didn't die.

There is no doubt that the blood clan has released water. Why? Ruzius thought with his memory that if he had just faced the blood clan, he would have done better. He would have defended the attack, and even had the opportunity to fight back. He would have let the proud flying blood clan fall to the earth, and would not have walked out face to face.

Why is he not allowed to face the blood clan now?!

He must... He must

Saint's fingertips into the wooden edge of the window, now looking at this memory of ruzius read out the past of his heart.

[be asked, name, word, De, Ben, ought to be, I.]

He has committed a crime.

He's here——

jealousy.

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Alexei worried all night, and finally fell asleep. When he woke up, he put the trouble aside and began to think about what to eat in the morning.

Recently, Ellie has been much relieved of him. In addition, the nursing center is very safe. She no longer reports to his room every day, but makes an appointment to meet him in the canteen. Alexei went to the next door and patted the door. After a while, the saint opened the door in neat clothes. It seemed that he was ready, but now the black and blue were more and more obvious.

"Stay up late again?" Alexei tut tut two, "human and blood can not be the same, how I boil will not show in the body, you boil less."

The saint's silence for the first time, without any intention to reply him, Alexei frowned suspiciously and suddenly came up to the saint.

"God... Ruzius, what's the matter with you?"

Hearing his name from the mouth of the blood clan, the saint's body was slightly shocked, and then he lowered his eyelashes to cover up the change of his expression.

"Nothing." He replied as quietly as he could, "last night I thought of something from the past about you... Destroying the silver cross."

This is one of Alessio's achievements. He still remembers that he nodded his head happily.

"I remember that, too."

Ruzius's hand clenched, he told himself not to ask, not to ask, this will only make his sin deepen again, but with the wisdom of management, he still pretended not to care and asked:

"I wonder why you didn't kill the hunter."

After asking, he immediately stares at the look of the blood clan. He anticipated that he would sweat too much, that the other person might have an expression, or suddenly realize, or smile, but he found that what he expected was wrong

Because the blood clan is at a loss.

He had to add that, in name, it was a hint, but in fact, he was extremely concerned about everything.

"You asked for his name and let him go."

Alexei thought hard for a while, then said with a smile: "is there such a thing? To be honest, I don't even remember this person. What did I say at that time? I'm 90% sure. Even if I ask for my name, it's just to be cruel. "

It's a good name... Suitable for gravestone

Ruzius felt his wrinkled heart stretched out as never before. He looked at the blood clan beside him. With a little smile, he showed his sharp tusks. A pair of deep rose pupils looked at him. The tattoo of sword embracing rose made his whole face full of the unique beauty of dark creatures.

The blood clan doesn't remember the hunter or even the incident.

"So, what's that man's name?" Alecio was a little curious when he was asked.

"... there's no need to tell you."

The saint quickened his pace and left alecio behind. Alexei stayed in place for a while, but he was out of breath.

"Crazy! What do you want me to do with the past? "

If he thought he was insane before he took it back! This is a psycho! Is it fun to hang him?!

Ruzius listened to the movement of the blood race behind him, and took a deep breath to press out a smile that was almost floating on his lips. His left eye still warned him with sharp pain, but this time, he chose to ignore it.

He thought of the follow-up to last night's memory——

The thorns and silver cross fell to the ground heavily, and the believers wailed around the body of the cross. His teacher was also among them, tears slowly flowing through the old cheek, and then raised his face, it was a deep hatred.

Lich behind the black fog also slowly out of a monster, lion and scorpion tail. It also shed tears of hatred, front paws placed in front of the deep worship to the blood.

This is the tower built by the king of scorpion and lion, Queen devi. It is forged with the tail of its people. The blood clan has completed revenge for its tribe.

Because in looking at memories, he could see clearly the expressions on each face, the hatred, timidity, fear and ulterior motives. He remembered what the blood clan had asked him to think. He had committed a crime himself. Even if his teachers and friends had a stronger belief than him, the chance of breeding malice could not be said to be zero.

He still has a lot of time to think about it and prove it in his own memory.

The world was no longer pure white in his eyes.

He himself is the source of the stain.

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In order to meet the arrival of Alexei, the army raised the gray curtain to ensure that the sun will not hurt the blood. Alexei finally finished the topic about neuropathic insomnia before he got off the bus. If he didn't go to the medical department, he was still kept in the dark by neuropathy. Of course, he listened to Zhu Heng's suggestion and planned to press neuropathy back to the coffin tonight to see the situation.

The old Marshal had some business for the time being, so he could meet them at noon, but he specially arranged an adjutant to show them around. Looking at the emblem of the Griffin head in the army headquarters, alecio raised his head and asked:

"There are Griffins here?"

Griffins and scorpion lions are very different. By contrast, they are probably like police dogs and husky. Griffins are naturally good at following orders. They have crystal wall magic and fire. Their huge wings make them the kings of the sky. In the age of Alexis, the Griffin knights in the temple were majestic. Powerful hunters usually signed contracts with a Griffin to become partners of sharing weal and woe.

Alexei remembers that there was once a neurotic who was lucky enough to live 300 years and die.

After all, the temple will freeze neuropathy, but it won't spend a lot of effort to freeze Griffins.

"Yes. Although the Department does not have a large-scale Griffin training ground, it also has small venues for Griffins to live in. " The adjutant said, "if you are interested, I'll report to the marshal and have a look in the afternoon."

Alexei caught a glimpse of neuropathy's eyes and nodded.

Just go. Although he is visually tired, he should not have seen a griffin at this stage.