On the edge of the Emerald Inner Sea, the lich left, and I gathered a habitual smile. He looked at the Crimson Moon King City surrounded by the Emerald Inner Sea, and his face was expressionless. He murmured that he read from the Crimson Moon King City. s story,
"On the first quarter moon, a powerful man has arrived, and he has set a countdown."
"Full moon, the retinues of the mighty have come to take part in this terrible game of dictatorship."
"The last quarter moon, there is no need to save, there are shadows of fall everywhere, no enemies, no friends."
"Finally, the moonless new moon..."
He stood up and took a few steps beside the Emerald Inland Sea. Soul Butterfly floated up and down to prey, and the blue soul fire was reflected in his black eyes that were exposed outside the talisman paper, flickering.
He asked softly, asking the man who wasn't here.
"What have you been through, Aresi?"
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The play ended with thunderous applause.
Although it was a holographic projection and no actors came to the stage for the curtain call, many people stood up spontaneously and applauded desperately to express their gratitude and emotion. They thanked Tong for bringing such a legendary drama back to 10,000 years, and also thanked the glorious troupe from 10,000 years ago for being able to perform such wonderful works, not to mention that the last era was far less developed than it is now. Film and television technology, those actors can make the audience feel like they are there.
Arecio is also a member of the applause, but his applause is more emotional than the simple audience next to him. This drama also occupied a very important place in his long life. Whenever the melody of "Praise the Stars" sounded, he could always think of the carnivals he spent with the neuropathy every year.
The current neuropathy should have restored the relevant memory, and Arecio would even think that it would be nice if the neuropathy’s memory could stay in the present, so that there would be no future…
He let the saint beside him take him out of the crowd, and the carnival wasn't quite over yet. The winner of today's free play is about to be selected on the stage in the center of the square. The floats have already entered the stage one by one, and there is a holographic fireworks show at zero o'clock. They have not finished turning all the booths. The time before the fireworks show was just used.
"So do you want to make another ice cream? Or divination?" Arecio took back the balloon he had stored, fearing it would fly away, so he grabbed the neurotic wrist and carefully wrapped the string around his wrist.
Rutius: "..."
"Why don't you strap it to your own wrist?"
Arecio is very righteous.
"You don't leave, isn't it the same as tying your wrist!"
Then he can free his hands to play to his heart's content!
However, the neuropathy did not come back quickly. On the contrary, he looked at Arecio and smiled instead.
"Okay, I'm not leaving."
He didn't take the opportunity to piss off Arecio, but instead made Arecio very vigilant. He glanced at the neuropathy hesitantly, and always felt that the other party was brewing some big move, but looking at it, he forgot his initial alertness. Amidst the gleaming lights, the saint's eyes were indulgent. Whether it was platinum blonde half-length hair or sky-colored eyes, these light tones looked incredible against the splendid background.
—Perhaps this evaluation is full of Arecio's personal subjectivity.
The parade of floats began, and the flow of people began to surge. Those floats were named after major historical events ten thousand years ago. Arecio thought he would not recognize anything, but as the floats passed by, his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"I know this! This heretical organization was tracked down together by us."
"You really remember this bard, he was the first to sing a ballad about you, right?"
The last of the largest carnival floats came slowly, spraying with holographic fire. The crowd exclaimed, and some brave people even stretched out their hands to touch those golden splendid flames, and Arecio was one of them. He was even more daring, bathed in the flames directly, and stretched out his hand to the person on the float who was throwing flowers and candy outwards. In his eyes, he clearly wrote, "Give me some candy."
Dressed Float Volunteer: "… "
He had to give Arecio a large amount of candy, and Arecio gave it a lunatic when he changed hands. He always remembered that the other party liked sweets.
Seeing Arecio eagerly scavenging for candy all night and stuffing it into his pocket, like a cat going out to hunt a hard-working cat, Ruzius endured it and didn't let himself laugh because of this overly appropriate metaphor.
Arecio looked suspiciously at the expressionless neuropathy, who always felt that the neuropathy was thinking of something strange.
"Does today look like a carnival in the past?" Ruzius changed the subject with a smile, "Although there was a year when you released my pigeons and there were terrible news of death, I am more of a Remember, you came back the next year and we met again at the carnival."
"I ordered a little puppet that looked very much like you at the booth. Before you could pick it up, you came and took the puppet in your own hands."
"That's..." Arecio didn't want to be insanely misunderstood, "that's me fighting Theo, unfortunately, compared to the last time when my wings were torn off, I haven't made much progress, so I can only hide first. Get up, lest you be killed by Theo."
"Are you seriously injured?"
"Alright... ok?" Arecio doesn't remember bad things very much. "The vitality of the blood clan is very tenacious. If you find a place to lie down for half a year, you can come out to run and jump again."
The saint frowned slightly, disapproving of Arecio's choice.
"You should hide it, it's not an exaggeration to hide it for hundreds of years."
"Do you like being frozen?" Arecio asked.
"… No."
"Isn't it over? So I have to stay awake." Having said this, he narrowed his eyes slightly, looking like he was in a good mood, "So, even if you are embraced for the first time, don't worry. I will be with you. Sleep together, wake up together. You will be the only continuation of my strength, the only descendant of Jane's life, even if you get tired one day..."
Arecio suddenly realized that his words seemed to be too lingering, and he immediately stopped his mouth, but he was insane.
"If I get bored one day?"
Arecio glared at him, not wanting to answer.
"What's the matter?" Ruzius didn't want to let him go, "Let me go?"
"What are you dreaming about? From the day you became my descendant, your life no longer belongs to you." He paused for a while, and was a little ashamed to say that, but looking at the neurotic in front of him, the other party had a bright and Compared with him who was already in the dark, his stern appearance was like a bird that was about to fly away from him.
He took a deep breath.
"From life to death, you will belong to me."
At this time, what was surging in the bottom of my heart was undoubtedly a strong possessiveness. Arecio doesn't have much nostalgia for power, and he doesn't care about wealth at all, because after becoming a blood race, all the joys in the world have long since left him. He didn't think it was a great achievement either.
Because it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense for him to be at the pinnacle of power.
For him, the biggest benefit of Theo's death was that it made him more free, and no one would interfere with his friends, wandering and making friends. But at that time, the werewolf king passed away, and the lich had passed the curtain call with the sea of undead. The people and things he cared about had left, leaving only the insane.
However, the neuropathy finally fell out with him. Arecio didn't know if it was his own problem. It was because he didn't want to save it. He also asked, but the neuropathy refused to say anything.
He wouldn't say anything, just looked at him with those complicated and unspeakable eyes, and always had to eat a few candies in the end.
… as it is now.
Arecio was startled, and the memory just now made him have some kind of psychological shadow about the neuropathy eating sugar, as if the neuropathy would turn his face on him in the next second. So he straightened his face and snatched the candy from the neurotic.
"..." The saint sighed, "you have to let me eat some candy."
"No! Don't eat it!"
"I'm afraid I can't help it if I don't eat it."
Because, because of what he just said? Or what memory has been recovered? Arecio is very nervous, the memory node of the neurosis is really dangerous at this time, and it is stuck on the eve of their turn.
"I wanted to be normal and give you gifts." The saint said softly, "but now..."
"Alessi, can you come with me?"
Arecio didn't know what the neuropathy wanted to say to him. His thoughts were extremely chaotic. One moment was ten thousand years ago, and another moment jumped to the present. Maybe he shouldn't have said those words before, maybe the neuropathy itself doesn't like such overly possessive words, and maybe, the neuropathy has already remembered some things, including what Arecio may have done, and his understanding of the neuropathy , something that could lead to a breakup between the two.
Arecio slumped along the road that the neurotic gave way and walked into the corner. There was no one here. He saw what the neuropathy put into his mouth, it should be sugar, so Arecio didn't know if he was suppressing his anger.
He still decided to save as much as possible.
"Wait, what I said just now didn't take away your free will, and I didn't even think about it..." He turned around and tried to make himself appear more sincere, more sincere, but before he could finish speaking, the madman pressed him on this nonsense. In the shadow where the man passed, he kissed him.
The kiss was too sudden, and Arecio's deep rosy pupils widened, struggling subconsciously. With the contact of his lips and tongue, something hard was pushed into his mouth. The tip of his tongue seemed to have touched some fine and prosperous patterns. However, based on the contact of the tip of the tongue, he couldn't tell what it was. He only felt the other's lips and tongue. It was hot, and this hard thing was cold.
This hot and cold touch made his eyes glow with water, and he didn't even dare to move his tongue easily, lest this obviously not a candy would be swallowed by him.
His inability to resist provided the other party with convenience. When the tip of his tongue touched his upper jaw, Arecio could endure a little, but when the other party started licking his fangs recklessly, the water in his eyes finally floated up, Wet eyelashes.
He recognized, too, what was now moving on the tip of his tongue tangled with neurosis—
It's a silver cross.
This discovery completely broke him. When he was finally released, he was already sitting down against the wall, and he didn't even dare to open his mouth to breathe, lest the silver cross in his mouth would fall out.
[I originally wanted to be normal and give you gifts.]
He finally understood this sentence, and with this understanding, he also finally realized one thing—
The saint squatted down and looked at him, with a slight smile floating in his bright sky-colored eyes. Arecio had seen this smile before. In the cathedral where they fought, before the heavy and gorgeous coffin, the saint smiled at him like this, and then spit out the prophecy of the destruction of the world.
With a silver cross in his mouth, he looked almost sluggishly at the saint who was approaching him again. The light kiss fell on his eyelashes. This kiss was not pure tenderness. As the tip of the saint's tongue swept across his eyelashes wetly, it finally took on a neurotic look.
"I've always wanted to kiss your fangs. You showed me possessiveness just now, so I'll endure it."
The saint said softly.
"It's you who stopped me from eating sugar first."
Arecio's pupils began to shrink violently, and the hasty memory finally resurfaced in his mind. About how he fought the saint, how he was pressed into the coffin and kissed, the entanglement of his tongue was the same as before, but at that time What pushed into his mouth was not a silver cross, but a blood crystal.
[I don't want you to hate me, so even if I die, I will tell you the root cause of my opposite purpose with you.]
[Three years later, there will be a rain of fire that will destroy the world.]
[Everything will be wiped out in the rain of fire, and you and I will take the "ark" and sail to a new era of gold.]
When the sage spoke the prophecy, his expression was gentle but violent.
"God..." Arecio covered his mouth to prevent the silver cross from falling out, but this did not prevent him from opening his red eyes and cursing slightly vaguely!
"are you crazy!!!"