The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

"When did you begin to doubt?" Alexeo asked. In his opinion, Zhu Heng is a very good man. He once cooked soup for him. His craft is excellent, but

The cool and thin nature of blood clan will make him prefer interesting people, but will not let him trust interesting people. Because it's hard for the blood clan to die, especially Alexis, who gets a special God's dependents. The conventional way to kill the blood clan is not even effective for him, so as long as the person is interesting enough, he can even keep a person with the intention of killing around for decades.

But he really didn't feel any killing intention on Zhu Heng. He didn't know how to judge the neuropathy.

"When I came back from the Griffin training ground of the army, I began to investigate." Ruzius said, "anyone who comes into contact with you before going there, even if they pass by, has a chance to sprinkle the powder that enrages the Griffins. Marshal Olsen found two men with thorns tattoos in the army headquarters, but these two men had no contact with us

"So there are people in the Conservation Center..." Alessio thought about it. He also thought about the people he contacted every day in a flash. He didn't remember the names of most people, but he could remember every face, even the breath and emotion that the other person poured out when he just contacted.

"But I didn't..."

No one was aware of any malice against him.

"The temple has a way to deal with dark creatures who are sensitive to emotion and will." Ruzius took a deep look at alecio. "For example, you can't feel my emotions now. This is the result of special training."

"After all, some dark creatures even rely entirely on emotional perception to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, such as the water demon, so if you destroy them, you can never be aware of emotions."

Despite the opposition, Alexei really boasted about the temple. The self evolution of dark creatures is very slow, but the measures of the temple are very new. If the temple develops for more than a thousand years, the vast majority of dark creatures will be destroyed.

"If Zhu Heng has something to do with the temple of this era, it's troublesome." Alexei has a headache. "Many dark creatures rely on his guidance, including Lucy. Now he is also the head of the medical department of the conservation center. He has been trusted for several years. Just a little doubt from you and me can't shake him. "

Ruzius was silent for a long time, Alexei was a little inexplicable.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm thinking, it's my doubt, but you just said 'a little doubt of you and me'"

Alecio is even more baffling.

"Don't you doubt me?"

"Then why do I doubt you?"

"Nonsense, you doubt it. I will doubt it!"

“……”

The saint showed an incredible expression. He really couldn't understand the brain circuit of the blood clan. Is one of the criteria for judging the blood clan his idea?

"Even if I doubt it, you can not doubt it."

"Why?"

“……”

It doesn't make sense at all! Ruzius took a deep breath and tried to smooth out the logic.

"I mean, you can rely on your own judgment, not mine, to doubt."

"Is your judgment patentable? Why can't I rely on your judgment to doubt? "

“……”

"You don't know why, do you?"

Who the hell is that!

"... well, you have my doubts."

Seeing this compromise, alecio was a little angry. He rolled his sleeves and sat directly on the coffin. Even if he didn't sleep tonight, he had to smooth it out!

"Dare you say that it's not because I'm not wary of Zhu Heng that you can judge that Zhu Heng's method of hiding emotions may be taught by the temple of this era, so you should be suspected?"

Ruzius thought for a moment that he would really pay close attention to everyone that arecio cares about. Arecio's evaluation of Zhu Heng is good, and he even thinks about the bowl of soup that he can cook, which makes people angry. So the cause of his suspicions is indeed Alexei's attitude. After paying attention, he took the initiative to contact Zhu Heng several times, and realized that he should have a temple tattoo with the same origin as himself.

There are thorns and tattoos on the staff of the temple, which are different due to different functions. He has a high status, and even can stab the cross on his body. His name is "cross thorns". He also has a weak sense of tattoos on his subordinates. Ten thousand years later, there were some changes in the temple tattoo. He needed to pay special attention to capture the existence of the tattoo.

"So the source of doubt is me." Alecio continued to sum up, and ruzius nodded slightly.

"So it's actually my suspicion!"

Yes... No! What bandit logic!

"Let's end this topic." Ruzius did not want to continue to develop like this, otherwise he would tangle all night, "each step back, you and I doubt."

Alecio reluctantly agreed.

"OK, let's not argue with each other... What's the matter with you?"

The most appropriate summary has been casually said by the blood clan.

He takes Alexei's reaction as the judgment standard, and Alexei also takes his judgment as the final conclusion. Even if there is a dispute in the process, he will return to the most unified answer in the end. Ruzius didn't know the relationship between himself and Alexis, but it didn't prevent him from feeling comfortable because of this tacit understanding.

"Nothing" - he wanted to answer like this, if it was still ten thousand years ago when the camp was antagonistic, even if he was aware of this tacit understanding, he would answer like this. There are too many things between him and the blood clan, and he is doomed to be unable to be frank, but now he can.

Alexei saw the saint suddenly look up, beautiful sky color eyes immersed in the breath of roses.

"We have a good understanding." Said the saint.

Alexei seemed to be suddenly burned by the color in his eyes. He turned his head in a hurry and felt that his expression was too weak. He gritted his teeth in his heart and forced himself to turn back and look directly at the saint.

"Of course, for hundreds of years, without any tacit understanding, I would have broken off with you."

Saint on the faint smile, Alexei rarely see such a smile. Of course, neuropathy will smile, but there are many things that arecio can't figure out in those smiles, which makes him even feel terrible. But now the smile is different, at least Alexei also feel a little infected, so his expression is relaxed.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Wait and see." The sage said, "Zhu Heng is a very important chess piece. The conservation center is not an easy place to hide. You can wait and see what he wants to do, but if his goal is..."

"It's me." "It's a pity," he said

"Yes, it's a pity."

If you really try to attack the three generations of blood clan, the result must be very interesting.

"Don't disturb your rest. If you have any news, I'll go back first." Alecio jumped from the coffin, landed lightly, then turned to the saint who was still leaning on the coffin, "are you still sleepless? If you can't, add more medicine. At least Zhu Heng won't harm you in this respect. "

The saint closed his left eye and nodded slightly. Alexei's intuition was that he was hiding something. He was very familiar with the attitude of concealing. It seemed that he had become the once hazy psycho in front of him. He looked at him with the eyes he didn't understand, and always kept silence.

Now it's like this again. He knows that the mind of neuropathy is heavier than that of ordinary people, and he can understand it. But he thinks it's different now. The psychos have lost their memories and become less distorted. They don't have to be hostile. Just now, they exchanged information about their common enemy. Alexei thought that there would be a new beginning between them.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

He asked at last.

Just one more question, he thought, if it's still the same as before, then that's it.

There was silence, and the saint turned his head to hide his left eye, as if he was suffering something. Alexei took a deep breath and exhaled again, and the simulated human senses began to stop because he was tired of it. The false beat in his chest slowed down as he left step by step. His hand touched the door of the room, and his heart finally stopped.

No matter how to imitate, we can't get close to human beings. It's hard to change our inherent ideas. Maybe this is the doomed estrangement between him and neuropathy.

The door opens, and the light comes from the outside. Immediately, the dim room will be left behind, along with the dim years ten thousand years ago.

"... alecio."

The heart began to recover.

The footstep of blood clan stops, this is since anabiosis, he "what problem? Isn't it just about the imbalance between light and dark, calling for the protection of the dark forces? "

Ruzius nodded slightly, and the half length of platinum gold spread a few wisps and fell on his shoulder.

"However, the imbalance between light and dark is the status quo. Scholars in this era can only speculate on the reasons. I also found some clues when I reorganized the myth of the archaic goddess freina. "

Alexei noticed that his hand was slowly clenched into a fist. He was obviously extremely upset. He seldom saw such a neuropathy. The other person is usually enigmatic, unpredictable, or troublesome.

"Of course, scholars of this era can't find out why, because they don't know the deployment of the temple ten thousand years ago. I had that plan before I was born. I thought it was a simple plan to weaken the dark camp, but it could be implemented in my time... "Ruzius's voice was slightly unstable. He took a deep breath to calm the overflowing sorrow and anger." the millennium plan of the temple ends in your time and mine, This is the source of the collapse of balance. "

"Behemoth of the earth, guarded by werewolves."

"Protected by the lich, Leviathan of the sea."

"It is a branch of heaven worshipped by an oriental branch."

Alexei's responding, too. The pupils are shrinking.

"The three pillars of darkness born by the goddess... I thought they were just myths..."

"I used to think so." Ruzius said, with a slight sneer in his eyes. "Until now, the result is in front of me. The temple reached its long cherished wish ten thousand years ago. The three ethnic groups were almost extinct. Of course, the three pillars collapsed. "

He pushed down the stack of papers on the coffin, and the white papers were scattered all over the ground.

"So the fire and rain killed the world."