The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Alexei himself can't remember when he began to pay attention to neuropathy.

Before being dragged into the coffin, he lived about two thousand years, two-thirds of which were free of psychosis. He also remembers a lot of things, remembers a lot of blood, remembers a lot of temple hunters, some have died, some are still in the end, but he always feels that he seems to have been floating for more than a thousand years before he meets the neuropathy.

Unhappy and tired, he can cover the coffin at any time and lie in the closed space where he is disgusted. When he opens his eyes again, the world will be different. Just as he was very sad after the death of his good friend long, and had a sleep in the coffin after revenge, the princess he loved became a new lich, and he had a new friend.

Use deep sleep to resist boredom, use deep sleep to face death... Before meeting neuropathy.

After meeting the psychosis, he seems to be a kite is connected to the line. He knew that human life was very short, and the way for the temple to fight against it was to freeze. He didn't want the noble saint to be one of those who were frozen to death, so every time he lay in the coffin, he would think about it, bite his teeth, and then he would stay awake again.

As long as he is awake, he is precious to the temple.

He was also forced in the long sober time to get one after another news related to the Holy One, which was shining without exception. Along the way, the saints are heroic and full of brilliance. That's what Alexis dreamed of when he was human.

But he had no right to dream.

"I remember all the things you participated in, so I have a good memory." Alexei took back his mind and did not forget to pull his memory.

The saint looked at him with a kind of strange eyes. What brilliance was in the sky color eyes, which flickered slightly and quickly disappeared.

"Well, me too."

He said slowly.

Alexei nodded as well. Suddenly, he remembered that the one in front of him was a psycho. He remembers the things that neuropathy once participated in, because everything neuropathy experienced was his dream as a human being, and neuropathy says that he remembers everything about him

Alexei is very afraid to think about it. His "all remember" is definitely not the same as the "all remember" of neuropathy! With the degree of distortion in the later stage of neuropathy, the "remember" is absolutely the "remember" of all the details! It's written in the book, and it will be taken out in the middle of the night to "remember"! Is in front of his face can pull all his past expression change "remember"!

I'm careless! Is neuropathy starting to change now!

Arecio stood up in horror, staring at the saint in front of him on guard.

"Do you want to start now?"

Ruzius gave a slight pause, then looked at him in bewilderment, as if he didn't know what he said.

"As a hunter whose ultimate goal is to kill you... Once." Ruzius did not forget to add, "of course, I need to understand the great things you have done. It's better to say that this is one of my lessons."

Alexei has not relaxed his vigilance. The neuropathy once brought him too much shadow.

"Then tell me what you remember... About delvi."

He had indeed recovered this memory. The saint thought about it and said slowly:

"The queen of the blood brambles, diaowei..."

His voice is really suitable for the statement of history, because even in the narration of events dominated by the blood clan, it does not take any extra emotional color. He talked about the Queen's cleansing plan, how the scorpion lion asked Alexei to intervene, how Alexei sent four generations of blood clan to kill the queen, and how he broke the silver cross himself, so that the temple was disgraced.

Although Alexei didn't expect how the scorpion lion contacted him, the temple could know the process, but with the narration of neuropathy now, he slowly relaxed.

"That's it?"

He sat back in his chair. The saint on the opposite side frowned slightly and sat upright, looking very good.

"Is there any omission?"

"No, it's comprehensive." Alexei was completely relieved. The psychosis is quite normal now. They can still get along happily.

The saint then quietly lowered his eyelashes. On the contrary, Alexei was a little upset. He should not be biased against the neurotic who still has amnesia because of some extreme actions of the past neurotic. That would be unfair.

But he can't say something about apologies

"You... Are you going to sleep? To the room with the coffin? Can you fall asleep? " Alexei had to change a topic, he saw the saint nodded slightly, so he got up to withdraw.

Why don't he get up early tomorrow and bring breakfast to the psycho, and then he'll apologize? Alexei went back to his room and thought that he could never get up earlier than psychosis, so he gave up. After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly approached the door and heard the voice of the saint leaving. Hesitated for a moment, he did not know that he was out of what psychology, covered his breath, quietly followed up.

The night conservation center is not extremely quiet. On the contrary, there are many dark creatures walking at night, and there are many people taking care of them. The center is brightly lit. Alecio followed ruzius. He deliberately hid himself. The saints could not find him. Alecio even looked out of the window.

They are walking through a French window. Sea snakes breathe in the night. The bright flame floats on the surface of the inland sea. The light of the fire reflects their profile. But the flame is not the fire of the past. On the contrary, it is particularly warm.

The coffin was placed on the next floor, and a room was vacated to store the precious object ten thousand years ago. With the consent of the center, some roses were taken for research, but most of them were still in the coffin, solidified by magic of wonderful time and blooming forever.

When the saint came to the coffin, he did not lie down in a hurry to have a rest. Instead, he sat on it and turned out a notebook. Alecio noticed that the saint had brought many other things, as if he was going to do something before going to bed.

The curtains in the room were not all closed, and the cold light of pale silver projected from the cracks, printing the shadow of lattice after lattice on the ground. The holy one against the light leans on the heavy coffin, half a silver cloak falls down, and the moist moonlight breath of roses fills the space. The holy one seems to be immersed in the sea of silver, which reminds alecio of them

Neuropathy (lie flat ready to sleep): Alexis

Stupid writer (lying flat ready to sleep): brain hole

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