Arecio himself does not remember when he became concerned with neurosis.
He lived about two thousand years before being dragged into the coffin, two-thirds of which was free of insanity. He also remembered a lot of things, remembered a lot of blood clans, remembered a lot of hunters in the temple, some were dead, some were still there, but he always felt that he had been floating for more than a thousand years before he encountered a mental illness. Live like.
Unhappy and tired, he can cover the coffin board at any time and lie in the confined space that he is somewhat disgusted with. When he opens his eyes again, the world will definitely be different. Just as he was heartbroken after the death of his friend Long, and after taking revenge, he slept in the coffin, the princess that Long loved became a new lich, and he had a new friend.
Use deep sleep to resist boredom, use deep sleep to face death...before you encounter a neurosis.
After encountering a neuropathy, he seems to be a kite being connected to a string. He knows that human life is very short, and the temple's way of fighting shortness is freezing. He doesn't want that gorgeous saint to be one of the people who are frozen to death, so every time he lies in the coffin, he will think about it and bite the bullet. Grit your teeth and stay awake again.
As long as he is awake, the other party is precious to the temple.
He was also forced to obtain news related to the saint one after another in the long waking hours, and those news were all shining without exception. The saint walked all the way, heroic and full of brilliance, as Arecio dreamed of when he was still a human being.
But he no longer has the right to dream.
"I remember all the ones you participated in, so I have a good memory." Arecio retracted his thoughts and did not forget to pull his memory.
The sage looked at him with a strange look, and the brilliance in the sky-colored eyes flickered slightly, and quickly disappeared.
"Yes, me too."
he said slowly.
Arecio also nodded, and suddenly he remembered that the person in front of him used to be a lunatic. He remembers the things that the neuropathy was involved in, because everything that the neuropathy experienced was his dream as a human being, and the neuropathy said he remembered everything related to him...
Arecio was terrified when he thought about it, his "remember all" and the neurotic "remember all" are definitely not the same thing! With the degree of distortion in the later stage of neurosis, that "remember" is definitely the "remember" that remembers all the details! It's "remember" written in the book and will be taken out and turned over in the middle of the night! It's the "remember" that can pull all the changes in his expressions in front of his face!
Careless! Is the neuropathy starting now
Aresio stood up in horror, staring at the saint in front of him alertly.
"Does it start now?"
Ruzius paused for a moment, then looked at him in confusion, as if he didn't know what he was going to say.
"As a hunter whose ultimate goal is to hunt you down... Once." Ruzius did not forget to add, "Of course I want to understand the great things you have done in the past, it is better to say that this is one of my homework. "
Arecio hadn't let down his guard yet, the shadow that the neurosis had cast on him was really too great.
"Then what do you remember when you talk about it... The Dalewei incident."
He has indeed recovered this memory. The saint pondered for a while and slowly stated:
"Dalway, Queen of Bloodthorns..."
His voice is really suitable for telling history, because even when he is narrating events where the vampires have the upper hand, there is no superfluous emotion. He talked about the queen's cleaning plan, how the manticore asked Arecio to intervene, and how Arecio sent four generations of blood to kill the queen, and he broke the silver cross himself, making the temple disgrace.
Although Arecio didn't think about how the manticore contacted him, the temple could actually know the process, but with the narration of the neurosis, he slowly relaxed.
"That's it?"
He sat back on the chair again, and the saint opposite frowned slightly, sitting upright, looking very good.
"Is there any omission?"
"No, it's very comprehensive." Arecio was completely relieved, the neuropathy is quite normal now, and they can still get along happily.
The sage lowered his eyelashes quietly, but Arecio felt a little embarrassed. He shouldn't hold a prejudice against a neurosis that still has amnesia because of some extreme actions in the past. It would be too unfair.
But he couldn't say anything about the apology...
"You... Are you going to sleep? Go to the room with the coffin? Can you fall asleep?" Arecio had to forcefully change the subject. He saw the saint nodded slightly, so he decisively got up and retreated.
Wouldn't it be an apology if he brought breakfast to the neuropathy early tomorrow? Arecio went back to his room and was still thinking. Later, he thought that it was impossible for him to wake up earlier than the insane, so he gave up. He tossed and thought for a long time, suddenly approached the door, and heard the voice of the saint leaving. After hesitating for a while, he didn't know why he was thinking, so he covered up his breath and followed silently.
The nursery center at night is not extremely quiet. On the contrary, there are many dark creatures in the night, and many people take care of them. The center is brightly lit. Arecio followed behind Ruzius, he deliberately hid, the current saints couldn't find him, and Arecio even looked out the window in leisure.
They were walking through a floor-to-ceiling window one after the other. The sea snakes breathed at night, and the bright flames floated on the surface of the Inner Sea. The firelight reflected their silhouettes, but the flames were not the fires of the past, but were especially gentle.
The coffin was placed on the next floor, and a room was specially vacated to store this precious item that was 10,000 years old. After obtaining consent, the center took some roses for research, but most of the roses remained in the coffin. They were frozen with wonderful time magic and bloomed forever.
The saint came to the coffin, but did not lie down in a hurry to rest. Instead, he sat on it and pulled out a notebook. Only then did Arecio notice that the saint also brought many other things, as if he planned to do something before going to bed.
The curtains in the room were not all drawn, and the cold light of the grey silver was projected from the cracked gap, and the shadows of the window lattices were printed on the ground. The backlit saint leaned on the heavy coffin, half of the silver-white cloak hung down, the moist moonlight-colored breath of roses filled the space, and the saint seemed to be immersed in this sea of silver, reminding Arecio. when they first met.
Of course it wasn't the day of the Silver Cross, it was the madness that forced him to correct him later, and I hoped he would take that as the first day. But in Arecio's own knowledge, the first time he saw Ruzius was in such a dark and unclear night, when there was no light around, and when the saint appeared in front of him—
Sudden moonrise.
It was the hunting ground of the kingdom's nobles. The temple and the nobles had an eye-catching hunt. The cloud of the silver cross broke over the temple, making them desperately want revenge. The temple plans to launch an early attack on the werewolves, and the kingdom's army can help them repel the snowy borderers who believe in darkness.
The hunters bred by the temple were forbidden to use magic and martial arts, and searched for their prey. Suddenly a golden stag jumped out of the bushes, with moonlight shining on its antlers—the most precious prey today. It fled wildly among the hunters' bows and arrows. The hunters chased after them, chasing all the way into the deep forest, wading through the knee-length shallow water, and an arrow engraved with the name accurately shot the deer before the dense forest.
The cheers of the hunters did not sound, only the silence of death.
In front of the dense forest, the intruder in the black cloak stood still, an excessively pale hand stretched out the cloak's wide sleeve, grasped the arrow, and pulled it up without seeing how hard it was. The owner of the hand carefully looked at the name on it and smiled.
"Ruzius... which?"
Facing the three generations of blood clans who broke the silver cross not long ago, among the trembling hunters, only one person emerged from the crowd. That was the first time they met in Arecio's memory.
The saint came wading into the water, as if stepping on a myth of immortality woven by stars and moons. He shone brighter than the golden deer that had fallen, and his drooping eyelashes blocked the color of the sky. Arecio thought, how can there be such a good-looking human being
"That's my prey," said the human, said the saint, said the hunter whose life's mission was to kill him.
In fact, standing up just wanted that deer, right? The golden fur and horns really look good. Arecio felt a little sad after recalling it. He shouldn't have acted like that in the first place. He should have carried the deer away, made the leather into a blanket, and made the horns into decorations, which made him crazy.
He looked at his watch, it was already the time for the party to revel in the immortals, and the neuropathy didn't plan to sleep. This was unscientific. He knew the precise routine of the neuropathy, unless...
He didn't want to sleep at all, or couldn't.
So is sleep quality not improving at all? Counting today, the neuropathy has been overnight for six consecutive days!
Arecio couldn't hold back a little, he was about to go in, the tip of his ear moved slightly, and he quietly retreated back to his original place, quietly watching the visitor knock on the door of the room that was not closed.
It is Zhu Heng.
Arecio's judgment was very accurate, he quickly entered the room before Zhu Heng entered, and stood against the wall. As expected, Zhu Heng closed the door and took out a box of medicines from the pocket of his white coat.
"I'm on night shift today, and I'll bring the extra medicine." He handed the medicine to Ruzius and frowned worriedly, "It's not a long-term solution to rely on medicine for sleep, if you can, you can try it. Get hypnotized."
Rutius rejected the offer.
"Then, if you need to, you can come to me. You do look like..."
"It's not very good, right?" Luzius took his words and lowered his eyes, "I'm really not very good, the day after tomorrow... No, it's tomorrow, and I'm about to be under the same roof with the blood clan."
"… This may be the source of your psychological stress."
“… stereotypes are hard to change.”
Rutius finally said.
Zhu Heng left the medicine and left, Luzius looked at the instructions on the medicine box to the light, suddenly turned his eyes and saw Arecio.
"Don't worry about what you just said..."
"You doubt Zhu Heng."
Ruzius's hand paused slightly, and then a faint smile appeared on his expressionless face.
"Yes, I doubt him."