The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Chapter 9

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The morning light of the next day was cut off behind the curtains, but Arecio knew it was morning. He closed the history book in his hand, and turned his eyes to the wall that connected to the next door. The neuropathy must have slept all night.

It's incredible to say that he actually became a neighbor with a neurotic.

After moving his body, Arecio walked to the window and opened the heavy curtains. The small red button seemed to be sending out a silent allure. Arecio struggled for a while, but couldn't hold back and pressed it down.

Lightning and thunder, spooky... what a day of hope!

So he hit the thunder again in a relaxed mood, and then he stopped and sent a message to Ellie, and he rested. Ellie replied quickly, saying that she would bring breakfast to him immediately. The life of three meals of high-quality blood this day is really wonderful for the blood clan.

Arecio continued to thunder happily.

"Button", the door was knocked, and Arecio was still surprised why it was so fast. When the door opened, the saint in white stood at the door.

Arecio slammed on the door reflexively.

Seeing the neurotic face early in the morning, his heart, which was able to simulate a heartbeat with great difficulty, was deeply frightened.

There was silence outside the door for a while, and then there was a tenacious knock. Only then did Arecio react. The neuropathy seemed to have broken his head. There was no abnormal behavior at the moment. It was a neuropathy that he could play happily with him earlier.

Arecio just pretended that he didn't close the door just now, and opened the door again. The saint in white swishes cold air towards him.

The saint has changed into a new outfit, which is a retro style prepared by the center. It has a half cloak, but it is not exaggerated. The delicate golden thread weaves the sun and the moon makes the saint seem to be shining slightly. I have to say that Arecio likes the other's face very much. If it hadn't become a madman, he thought they could always be friends.

"No more thunder." The saint said to Arecio word by word, and then he watched the blood race on the opposite side gradually open his eyes, and the tips of his ears began to dye a thin layer of red, which should be imitating human physiological functions. He will take notes on this.

"You… can you hear it?!"

Aresio's face was full of shock, and then, a huge sense of shame flooded into his heart!

Is it the same for a person to be in a room with a thunderous thunder and being known by others? !

As soon as he opened his mouth, his fangs showed a little, when he saw the saint opposite him showing his first expression since he woke up.

"laugh."

Damn you...!

The urge to silence on the spot instantly filled Arecio's head. Neurosis is indeed a neurosis. Even if his brain is broken, he can easily explode his anger tank!

His movement was blocked by a movement of the saint. The saint slowly took out a book, very heavy. It was the "Federal Dark Creatures Protection Law", and Arecio also had it here.

"I didn't expect you to have such a hobby." The saint slowly and politely smiled a little. He turned the pages of the book, and he actually annotated the whole book overnight. He wanted to take advantage of the law to get rid of the hunt. The purpose of the goal is obvious.

However, it seems to have failed, so I can only mock Arecio with the terms in the book.

"Respecting the interests and hobbies of dark creatures is the righteousness of citizens..." The saint quickly took a few steps back and quickly avoided a blow from the vampire. He subconsciously wanted to touch the gun, thinking of those death sentences and indefinite pauses. This flaw was caught by the blood clan in an instant. The saint only saw the blood clan's red pupil approaching unprecedentedly. He could even see the slightest curl of the rose branch that snaked around the blood clan's right eye—

I'm making a hand account tonight... Note, I'm going to draw this pattern.

Half of the wall collapsed due to the impact of the blood clan, the alarm sounded, and the guards of the conservation center immediately dispatched personnel. Armed aircraft flocked to surround the blood clan and the saint. After a moment of hesitation, the weapon was aimed at the saint without hesitation.

Rutius: …

Eternal injustice.

Arecio's eyes drifted a little, he had already grabbed the annotated book of protection law, and while watching the battle, he silently handed the book back.

"You dropped your book, I'll pick it up for you."

"… "

Did you bend half of the wall with your elbow while picking it up

Seeing that the saint kept silent, Arecio paused, and "sincerely" handed the book to him again.

"It's okay, you don't have to feel guilty, it's just that you can't control your power for a while, I'm not scared."

The saint suddenly raised his sky-colored eyes and looked at the blood clan in disbelief.

One after another, staff arrived to deal with the scene, and did not forget to appease Arecio. Ellie also arrived quickly, looked at Arecio nervously, confirmed that he was not injured, and praised him for his "return to the original owner".

"Take a look at the monitoring and find out the ins and outs of the matter." The saint pursed his lips and emphasized the word "ins and outs".

Only then did Arecio remember that it was 10,000 years later, there was something called monitoring, and the neurotic received new knowledge very quickly, and his wave of dumping the pot was likely to capsize, so he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

The saint smiled coldly, he didn't believe it...

"Hey, Tong is in charge of the monitoring system at the center. It seems that Tong just took a nap and couldn't find any video files."

After Ellie sent the application, she got such a result, which is also an occasional situation, and couldn't help but sigh. Arecio escaped from the dead, looking at the facial neuropathy who seemed to be expressionless but actually had a shocked face written all over it, and once again couldn't help but feel in his heart hahahaha.

You also have a neurosis today hahahaha!

Arecio's happiness is short-lived. Today is the day he will examine the neurological case. He drank the blood brought by Ellie, and the neurological needs to eat human food. Arecio also intends to rub a little. Food is not exclusive.

In the clean and tidy dining hall, the saint looked at the blood clan holding the knife and fork waiting for the breakfast omelette, and smiled coldly.

"The vampires eat human food..." he said slowly, "be cautious."

When he said this, Ellie naturally became nervous. Almost all the existing materials said that the blood race needs to eat blood. It is unknown whether human food can be eaten or not. This saint woke up in a coffin with Arecio and has a relationship with the blood race. It must be very close, then it must also know the blood race very well.

Arecio felt bad.

"I can eat it," he emphasized. "It's okay for high-level blood races to eat human food, but they just can't get energy."

The sage was cutting his own omelette. Hearing that, he just glanced at him quietly, as if he was looking at a cat trying to try human food.

Allie was in a hurry, and Arecio's breakfast omelette was declared dead.

"After checking your body, eat it if you can, I will make it for you." She comforted.

Arecio stared at the saint on the opposite side, as if to stare him out of a hole. Under his gaze, the saint's meal became more enjoyable.

High-level blood races can eat human food completely, but they need to avoid a few special spices. Strictly speaking, the saint's statement is not wrong. But even if I eat those spices, I will only get a stomach ache, just block the pain, and Arecio often does that.

And now, because of the saint's words, Arecio couldn't eat breakfast today.

Arecio deeply felt the suffocation of the neurotic just now.

Good, this is called retribution!

After the rainy and sunny breakfast, Arecio and Ruzius arrived at the medical office, where they did basic examinations separately. There is nothing to check for the blood clan, so just test the basic values. The physical condition is simulated, and you can record it.

"We still have some experience with undead dark creatures." A female medical staff measured Arecio's vision and said with a slight smile, "Your situation is somewhat similar to the zombies of the eastern branch. "

Of course, Arecio knew about zombies, but they didn't communicate much. The eastern branch is mysterious and evasive, forming a country of its own, following the tradition of the emperor's power and divine authority, in which the royal family uses a single-character name to show its dignity.

The Zhu clan, where the god plover Zhu Heng belonged, was in charge of medicine in the era of Arecio, and had a name and a surname, so it was not a royal family.

"Okay. By the way, I have a question for you... When will you start the live broadcast again?"

Alessio, who has already understood a part of it, is temporarily expressionless about this question. He really has difficulty understanding those barrages and comments called "cute". It is obvious that he is an evil dark creature with sharp teeth and claws. He should have nightmares.

"Look again." He didn't have a definite answer, but the medical staff still laughed.

"Just wait until you are happy. I work in the center, so I can see you often. Those people outside have watched the live broadcast of your recovery many times."

It's really miserable. The viewers who are obsessed with Arecio can only lick the live broadcast and transcribe, croak, and then pile it up on the forum for lively exchanges, and finally the administrator deletes the building.

What she said was so expectant and tolerant, but instead made Arecio silent. After a long time, he said:

"I am not cute."

Arecio thought of the holy water, the cross, the silver, the pungent spices, and the expressions of the people behind them, those with wide-open eyes and cursing words rolling from their lips.

[vampire!]

[Call the hunters of the temple to come!]

[Woooo... don't bite me! I don't want to be a vampire!]

As a dark creature, you should be looked at and enjoy this loneliness, but the loneliness of the blood race is particularly long. He can't remember how many generations of human beings who hated him have changed, and he can't remember how many times he fell into a long sleep that counted for centuries in the dark, fell asleep when he was bored, and rose again when he woke up, in new hatred and hatred. Brew new horrors.

It should be.

His words made the female medical staff wearing protective masks stunned for a moment, then smiled again, with frowning eyes.

"...you're so cute."

The blood race slightly widened its deep rose-colored eyes, which was familiar to him. Sitting on the soft chair prepared by the medical department, he felt some light and wind blowing on his face, the shrill voices and the occasional roars of dark creatures formed a special kind of noise in his ear, and he said softly, "You really The compliment of "cute" suddenly became the voice of a saint—

[You're so cute.]

"Have you finished checking?"

Arecio woke up suddenly, the saint in white was looking down at him, holding his medical records in his hand, his expression was indifferent.

Arecio knew what must be on the medical record.

"You fell into a coma twice and your strength is still out of control, why don't you check for a while?"

The sage was so angry that he wrinkled his medical records.