It's amazing to take the time to mind my own business, and the roots of my teeth are tingling.
However, there is no way not to pick it up. With such a big commotion, the charming atmosphere just now was completely disturbed. Just sweet fruit is fine, if you accidentally step on the glass shards all over the place, the taste will be sour and refreshing.
He squatted down with a sore face, and motioned for Uncle Kevin to move away, and he came to pick it up.
"Hiss—" Kevin was about to get out of the way, when his fingers accidentally brushed over the sharp edge of a piece of glass slag, and in the blink of an eye, there was a breach, and bright red blood beads instantly seeped out of the breach.
Oswald frowned and grabbed his hand.
If such a breach had been done in the past, it would have healed itself in less than two seconds. But now, several seconds have passed, and Kevin's wound has no intention of closing.
Oswald was stunned for a moment, and without a word, he leaned over to bite the finger and sucked the blood from the wound.
Kevin: "..."
No matter when this ancestor was a million years ago, or when he was a human being in the world, he was used to seeing big scenes and big waves. There were eight hundred wounds on his body, not to mention thousands. He didn't even blink his eyes, and he never took the injuries to heart. It's really unaccustomed to be treated like this now that the skin is broken a little.
He moved his fingers angrily, and said to Oswald, "Eh? I just touched the ground and touched glass shards. What about your cleanliness, young master?"
Oswald: "..."
"Okay, let's talk, I want to suck your own fingers." This bastard didn't feel moved at all, and his mouth was not human.
Oswald finally rolled his eyes, took a vengeful bite between his fingers, and loosened his teeth.
Uncle Kevin hung up a small lottery, and was bitten by Oswald again, so he just leaned on the head of the bed and stood by with his hands on the grounds of being injured. Watching His Majesty tidy up the mess, he raised his chin from time to time and commanded: "There is one more grain here, over there... no, there is a little splash over there at the foot of the cabinet, yes, there is still a little splash there."
The broken atmosphere created by the door he locked himself had to be resisted even while kneeling. Enduring his cleanliness, Oswald cleaned up all the glass shards and sweet fruits, walked to the corner of the sink to wash his hands, and then squinted his eyes and walked to the bed.
He picked his chin at Kevin and said, "Put out your finger again and let me have a look."
Kevin: "...I convinced you."
The uncle couldn't resist him, so he could only stretch out the gloriously injured finger, and shook it in front of him: "It's just such a small opening, a normal person can close it very quickly."
Oswald stared at the fingertip with a line of blood complicatedly, and asked him: "From now on, it won't heal automatically like before?"
Kevin didn't care too much and said, "It's normal to be gone."
Oswald was puzzled: "But you weren't there before, right?"
"That's different." Kevin said: "The grid was not taken away by others before. I destroyed it myself. In the final analysis, it is still mine. Probably because the grid has not disappeared completely, and there are re-condensed Opportunity, so the effect of the phoenix on me is still there, as long as I am not pierced through the heart, I will always be alive."
"You have never tried it, how do you know that piercing the heart will be fatal?"
Kevin paused for a moment, and said lightly: "Because I've seen it before... Thenis and Fisa all left like this. After penetrating the heart, the whole body will completely dissipate, and the body will no longer exist. How can I Come back to life."
He always speaks lightly, and a short sentence does not seem to reveal how deep emotions are. However, in fact, the scenes in those memories still occasionally jump frame by frame in his mind with such an understatement, because too many years have passed, it can’t be said that it is sad, but it can make him fall into a short-lived silence.
His pitch-black eyes stared motionlessly at a certain point outside the window, a little bit out.
Oswald did not have a long life, nor did he experience the world that those gangsters experienced thousands of years ago, but when dealing with Melo, he briefly had a fiery grid, burning in the blood. It seems that a little bit of essence has been captured in it.
He put his hands on the bed, lowered his head and left a pure and gentle kiss on Kevin's lips, and said: "Although there is a Merlot, most of the people they created are as precious as they imagined. Nice quality. I think it would be nice for them to live in this world with a different identity. Like you... "
Kevin turned to look at him.
Oswald sinks