Arecio felt that he would have a nightmare for some time in the future about accepting students.
However, he can accept such a quid pro quo. Crawvinson is willing to help him remove all obstacles to the northern front with his children, and he is willing to go there himself. This is undoubtedly paving the way for him with all his prestige. the way. And all Arecio needs to do is to give Crawvinson some advice and guidance based on his past experience with fallen angels.
He specifically stated to Crawvinson that he taught that life and death depend on fate, and wealth is in heaven.
Crawvinson: …
He was a little regretful.
After talking to Kravenson, the neuropathy has also gone home, and Lucy and Helgodon can now practice on their own. Arecio had nothing to do, he thought about it and chose the latter between returning home from work and conscientiousness.
He will go and see me again.
I am still in the special intensive care unit and have not woken up. Fortunately, my vital signs are very stable, but I am just sleeping. The nursery center also nervously asked Arecio for his opinion, and the answer was that it was nothing to worry about, so let him sleep, and he usually wakes up within two or three days.
Opening the [domain] is the most important thing in the life of the gods. Arecio has not seen the prototype of the [domain] opened by me, but from the description of the neuropathy, he did think of the four-character poem. —
[The emperor has a domain, and all things are psychic.]
He sat down in front of my hospital bed and explored my physical condition. At present, he is very healthy, and his nutrition can keep up. The spiritual butterfly changes that others can't help, and the same is true of Arecio, who is also good at spiritual power, so he can only come here sometimes and watch it quietly for a while.
He was watching me quietly, recalling some past events, and suddenly saw my hand move slightly. I raised a hand and was about to send it to my mouth, as if it were a projection of the action in my dream.
I dream of eating... Arecio laughed, but eating hands is not good.
He raised his hand to stop my movement.
I had a dream.
He realized that he was lying on the hospital bed, but his consciousness sank, sinking into a silky red thread. He was trapped by the red thread, like a bird in prison, trying to flap his wings, but could not escape.
He flapped his wings vigorously, and finally, he opened his eyes in the dream.
What I could see was a dim palace, and I couldn't tell whether it was dawn or dusk. He sat alone on a throne inlaid with gold and jade, with a pair of black birds carved on the back of the chair behind him, with pearls in his mouth, colorful feathers, and it was the favorite decoration of the oriental clan.
In the dream, he was quiet and silent, with light and eerie footsteps hurried across the corridor, coming towards him.
[You are awake, Your Majesty.]
The people who come to kneel, the five-body salute, and the devout three prostrations. At the end, the visitor raised the tray aside, knelt in front of him, and held the lacquer tray over his head with both hands.
[This time, ten middle-aged people were carefully selected and obtained the highest quality medicine.]
[Please take your medicine.]
In the dream, he was silent, neither raising his hand nor making a sound, just looking at the diffuse light outside the palace.
So... it's dusk...
[His Majesty!]
The visitor took a few steps on his knees, brought the medicine closer, and slowly raised his face, already full of tears.
[Your Majesty, please have pity on us, please shelter us...]
[The outside world is so terrifying, but as long as there is you...]
The person who came was hunched over, but held his hands high, and there was a cry like blood in his voice.
[Please - take medicine!]
In the dream, he finally reached out and took the blood-red elixir in his hand.
The blood of dusk, the blood of pill pills, the blood of lips... The richest blood was mixed together, and he had already brought the medicinal pill to his lips. The person kneeling below let out a long weeping sound, which seemed to be extremely relieved and joyful.
[Your Majesty, you will definitely—]
Submerged in blood, the person who came here kowtowed deeply.
[For generations.]
I opened my mouth, holding the medicine pill with three fingers, about to put it into my mouth—
"...don't eat your hands."
Zhen suddenly woke up, gently patted his hand on his lips with one hand, and then stuffed that hand back into the quilt. I opened my eyes in reality, and the natural light was filtered, so soft that it would not sting him. He turned his head slowly, and saw Arecio sitting beside his bed nibbling his apple.
The slight "click" sound of biting the apple finally gave him a real sense of waking up from a dream. He wanted to laugh a little, so he laughed, and the breath he exhaled blew up and down the talisman paper on his forehead.
"Alessi," he said coquettishly, "I'm hungry and want an apple."
"No, it's cold, I'll serve you porridge." Arecio put the unfinished apple in his mouth, the pointy fangs now play a role, as long as they pierce into the pulp, the apple will be difficult to fall off. He bit the apple and brought the porridge with both hands. Chicken porridge, always warm, was prepared by my caregiver.
He picked me up a little, let him lean back, and lowered a small table for the porridge bowl. He pulled the apple out of his fangs and continued to nibble, only to see that I, who was supposed to eat with a big mouthful, was just holding a spoon.
"Aresi..." I said softly, "Actually, I had a dream."
He whispered about the palace in his dream, the mad palace servant, the blood-colored evening, and the pill that was worth "ten strong men". He was still afraid when he said it, but after speaking, he was suddenly not afraid, and Alessio next to him shared the fear.
"Aresi, do you know anything about the Oriental branch ten thousand years ago?"
Arecio put down the apple and thought about it. Arecio doesn't know much about the Eastern Branch, he has not been there, but has heard many rumors. In his era, almost no one from the Eastern Branch had left the clan. They were keen on living like a paradise. Only when they sent some messengers to each clan every year would they be seen by all the clans on the mainland. As one of the principals of the blood clan, Arecio had of course seen many messengers from the Eastern Branch, and several of them were divine plovers.
However, no one has been to the main city of the Eastern Branch, and no outsiders have seen the so-called emperor of the destiny.
It seems that they have been there in the late stage of the neurosis. At that time, they had collapsed. Arecio was doing his best to gather all the available power of the dark camp and prepare to fight the light camp to the death.
"I don't know much." He recalled, "I remember that the main city of the Eastern Branch was called Beizhu. Unlike now, ten thousand years ago, the people of that family would never leave the main city for life, nor would they Will trade with the outside world, lonely and stubborn in that city."
"It seems that there is a domain in Beizhu City. I haven't approached it, and I can't say for sure."
[The emperor descended to Beizhu, and his eyes were stunned.][Note]
I thought of this sentence, then the name of Beizhu City should come from the emperor.
"Then... Does Alessi know the emperor? What kind of person is the emperor?" He asked again.
"It's hard to say that the emperors of the Eastern Branch always rotate, and each generation of emperors never leaves the main city, so it's difficult for people to understand." Arecio really doesn't have the answer to this question, "Actually, I think , No matter which emperor he is, he is very pitiful in such a closed city."
"...But, is he a respected emperor? He will have a lot of things."
Arecio smiled, he ruffled my short hair, and his dark rose pupils were very bright.
"What's the use of having a lot of things, staying in that city forever, like a noble prisoner." His mood was lifted, even though there were many battles ten thousand years ago, Arecio still had many wonderful experiences, it was claustrophobic It will never be felt anywhere.
"If you go to the sea in the season of the kingfisher, you will be able to walk directly on the calm sea if you wear shoes with swollen soles. The latter have no firefly to watch; there is also the border of hell, you just sit there and watch the beautiful horns of the coming and going demons for a whole day..."
Every time he said a word, I got closer to him and asked "then what?" He was so fascinated by it that he hated that he couldn't be born 10,000 years ago and see with his own eyes the sights that Arecio had seen.
"Don't worry, you will see it." Arecio suddenly remembered what Hitomi was preparing, "Isn't Hitomi going to make a big werewolf movie recently? He told me that he would do other races after he told me, so every kind of The scene will be seen."
"real?"
"real."
I laughed, and obediently lay down again. He still needs to stay here for a few days with an infusion to regain his strength, and in a few days, he will be able to play with Helgodon and Lucy again, and be taught by Arecio again. Things to do.
Arecio also came to get off work, he lowered the curtains and left the room. While walking in the corridor, he suddenly remembered something, so he sent a message to Tong, and Tong happily sent the audio he wanted.
Lying in the hospital bed and closing his eyes, I heard the sound of the light brain. He picked up the light brain and found that it was a piece of audio sent by Arecio, so that he could listen to it before going to bed. I obediently set the bedtime mode, turned on the audio, and closed my eyes again.
Then he heard a "ding", followed by another sound, a total of seven "dings", the rustling sounded, the flexible net no longer opened, the spider was worried about the tourists, slowly Climb deep into the cave.
The audio loops automatically, and it is a new round of seven "dings".
So my dream is full of fireflies.
On the other side, Arecio got on the bus home, the first time he didn't go home with a neuropathy. Being bored, he started thinking about what the madman would cook tonight in the car, and he was hungry all the way home.
Arecio: … Hungry!
Hunger made him move two or three minutes faster than usual. He opened the door, only to see a dark room.
… what
"... Made a sandwich, the soup is in the pot." In the darkness, the saint suddenly made a sound, and Alessio didn't notice it before, and was taken aback by him.
Being unprepared is certainly one reason, on the other hand…
"Your concealment skills have improved a lot." Arecio complained casually, then went to the kitchen to get a sandwich. His eyes swept across the refrigerator, and when he thought of what was in it, how many sticky notes he had put up to record his preferences, the tips of his ears became slightly hot.
But the sandwiches are on the other side of the fridge…
Arecio decisively used teleportation to get his dinner today without going through the refrigerator. He sat down at the table with dinner and opened his mouth to eat when he suddenly heard the saint speak.
"Did we forget something before?"
Arecio took a bite, "Huh?"
"In the ruins of the sea of dead, did we talk about things related to the gods, you said to..."
Oh, Arecio remembered, he said he wanted to see the tattoo on the back of the neurotic's shoulder.
His nibbling on the sandwich gradually slowed down.
look... the back of the shoulder...
Are you going to... undress
He turned his head one by one, and the saint sat on the sofa they bought together and loosened his collar.
"eat quickly."
The saint lowered his eyes and could not see his expression clearly.
"… "
He was deceived! It's a cut meal!