Carlos bought a pack of cigarettes for himself in the supermarket on the street—he lit this thing several times when he saw Gal was upset. He imitated others and stuffed the butt of the cigarette into his mouth and sucked it hard After taking a sip, I was so choked that I leaned against the wall and coughed... Well, from this aspect, this thing is really refreshing.
He frowned and looked at the thing between his fingers, and finally determined that he was not interested in it, so he stubbed out the cigarette butt, and stuffed it into the trash can by the side of the road.
The air carried the unique humidity in the mountains of Sara State, and Carlos wandered aimlessly and unconsciously along the magic circle drawn by Aldohua, and finally walked into a small park.
Occasionally, when morning joggers passed by, they couldn't help but take a look at this unusually handsome man sitting on the bench.
An art student who was sketching by the artificial lake early in the morning saw him, suddenly inspired, and outlined a silhouette with a few strokes—the man’s long hair was gently blown up by the wind, his coat was wrinkled, and the brim of his hat was pressed against his eyes. Only the straight bridge of the nose and a beautiful profile of the face were exposed, which was a bit indescribably downcast.
The student looked at it for a while, and always felt that there was something wrong with the painting. After hesitating for a long time, he suddenly started to write cleverly, added a violin to the picture, and then deliberately distorted the background of the picture. Only then did he finally feel that the person in the picture The temperament of this unknown model matched.
It's like a person staying in his own world. The special magnetic field makes two completely different spaces overlap, and people in this dimension see him in a glimpse.
The student was completely immersed in his painting. After an unknown period of time, he looked up and found that the "Mr. Model" had disappeared. The student was startled and looked around for it, but suddenly a voice came from behind him. Lai: "Is this me you drew?"
The paintbrush fell to the ground with a "snap", and the poor young man stammered: "I... I, I, I..."
"The painting is not bad." Carlos looked down at himself, compared it with the people in the painting, and commented boldly, "But it looks sneaky, and the nose is too long, so it's not as handsome as me."
It was only when he got close that he could clearly see the attractive facial features of the other party, and the art student's face suddenly turned red.
"Lend me a pen." Carlos said plainly. The student looked at him in a daze, and moved aside as if sleepwalking, giving him his place.
Carlos found it very interesting—it was rare for someone to watch him go crazy. When he was picking up the paintbrush, he even touched the opponent's hand maliciously on purpose, and the top of that innocent young man's head was about to smoke.
Then the student was surprised to find that this handsome man's painting skills are actually very good—he couldn't tell which genre of technique it was, maybe this person is not a professional background, and his painting style is self-contained—he opened his eyes wide, watching him first use a metaphor I painted it twice on the paper, as if adapting to the strokes, and then outlined the back of a woman in a flowing manner.
The person in the painting is very retro, wearing a dress that only appears in ancient TV dramas, with round shoulders that modern people no longer appreciate, and looks like a young woman.
The students watched the long-haired man meticulously modify the shadowy figure under the woman's wide skirt after painting, but the more he modified, the more ugly the painter's expression became, and the more he frowned.
The student couldn't help but interjected, "She's beautiful, is she someone you know?"
Carlos paused, shrugged, and replied, "It's my wife."
"Oh..." The student looked extremely disappointed as if he had been poured with a basin of cold water, and it took him a long time to force himself to say, "Why don't you draw a frontal portrait? The profile is also good."
"I only know this."
He just wanted to try to see how much he could remember about the woman he pulled out as an excuse... but he found that he couldn't even remember her face, and it was just a back view, which seemed indescribably inconsistent. .
Carlos had to admit that as a suitor, he himself was really bad compared to Aldo back then—no wonder there were so many difficulties, and the person he liked could never be found.
He always felt that if he continued like this, maybe one day he would compromise, so much so that even an excuse made him think about it all night, trying to speak it in the most natural tone and attitude... I hope that in the end it will not be exposed.
Let him give up.
You know what kind of person he is, don't you? Carlos looked at the strange woman in the portrait, his eyes were slowly turning cold—yes, people who fell twice in the same place were people with brain problems.
But... Carlos laughed at himself-"As a Flarret, I will only be loyal to one person in my life", which is really a joke... Also, even if she is dying, she will only be "Mrs. Smith".
He took a few steps back, looked at his work, and then put the pen into the student's hand dissatisfied: "The waste paper is for you, if you don't like it, just throw it away."
"Hey, but..."
Carlos waved his hand and planned to leave. He felt as if he had become an old man with sexual/dysfunctional disorder, who was dying, and even lost interest in this kind of bloody affair.
However, at this moment, there was a sudden subtle tremor on the ground, which made Carlos immediately understand that the magic circle laid down by Aldo was touched.
"...I don't know your name yet..." The art student hadn't finished his sentence when someone grabbed his shoulders. This man who didn't look very strong lifted him up like a chicken. On one side, pushed him a stagger.
"Get out of here," Carlos lowered his voice, "Leave the Jason block immediately, now!"
Art students are confused: "What happened..."
It was too late, the ground under their feet was frozen inch by inch, and a familiar coldness appeared in the air.
The whole sky darkened.
Carlos took out the epee from under his clothes, held it in his hand, and adjusted his posture—this was not right, he was suppressing his breath in the Difu "boundary"—after the shadow demon had one horn cut off, shot After being blinded in one eye, it is impossible to make a comeback and form a realm again so soon.
And he faintly felt that this world was stronger than the previous one.
"It's Carl? What happened?" Carlos was startled by the boy's voice before he could change his voice. He turned his head suddenly and found Kevin standing behind him holding a teddy bear , A corner of the pajamas is still exposed under the coat.
hell!
"What are you doing out here?"
"I'm here to play with you." Kevin shrugged. "There are guests at home. They are said to be the police, but I saw the marks on their sleeves. They are actually with you, right?"
Carlos' scalp exploded. As an overage child, he finally realized the difference between him and real children-he had occasional serious things to do besides playing, and they were not so safe.
At this time, the stench of Difu's body was faintly wafting in the air, and the pressure from the abyss in the legendary dark area was getting stronger and stronger.
Carlos suddenly realized that this was a shadow demon, but it was definitely not the same one as the night before yesterday!
There were footsteps coming from behind, and it was Evan who ran over with a hunter who was patrolling nearby. Evan also introduced with a lot of experience: "This is Jie, I know this!"
So you're here to be a tour guide, sir? Carlos pressed his forehead... God, there are not enough people making trouble
The hunter who was with Evan was in a state of abnormal excitement—obviously, he had watched the blood-boiling screen on the monitor, and he had already been poisoned by the poisonous weed of heroism and fainted.
"Hello, respected senior, my name is Elvis Pete!" He said loudly with bright eyes, "I am good at shooting and fighting, and I can't wait to have a fight with that guy, please just order!"
Carlos: "..."
The art student suddenly made a dolphin sound that is difficult for normal humans to imitate, and pointed to a huge shadow that seemed to grow out of the ground not far away—different from the one they almost killed, this shadow was as big as a two-story building. The horns on its head are more than ten meters long, and it has a pair of black hole-like eyes.
Elvis's inaugural speech came to an abrupt end. He looked up at the giant, and asked dumbly, "Shadow Demon?"
Mr. Evan Tour Guide Gorado was dumbfounded in front of this unexpected "attraction", his legs trembling like noodles: "Yes... yes."
Ives gulped his saliva with a "gulp": "Well... I think... I think the most sensible thing we do now is to make a strategic shift first?"
Sure enough... a guy who can mix with Evan...
"Get the kid and that screaming guy away." Carlos finally spoke, staring at the Shadow Demon.
Ives received amnesty like this: "Oh yes, respected senior, this task is not difficult!"
"I don't want to go," Kevin hugged his cub and rubbed against Carlos, "What kind of Karl is that? A demon?"
"I'm afraid you won't be able to help here, little warrior." Carlos pulled the corner of his mouth with a half-smile, and his face became serious, "Kevin, get out of here immediately."
Elvis: "Come here, boy!"
"But my grandpa was killed by a demon, wasn't he?" Kevin looked at Carlos stubbornly. There was a clear stubbornness in the eyes of this little guy who was much thinner than boys of the same age.
The epee in Carlos's hand beeped as Difu approached, and the murder weapon that had been dusty for thousands of years was naturally aroused by a powerful opponent. The blade reflected a blue color on Carlos' chin, making him look a little scary up.
These still can't scare little Kevin away.
Carlos actually had time to be bitter—if only hunters, such as Evan and his ilk, could have such courage.
He suddenly leaned down/body quickly, picked up the boy, controlled his strength very precisely, and threw Kevin into Elvis' arms without error.
"No no!" Kevin waved his little arms and legs, and soon, he found that his struggle was useless, so he threw his little bear at Carlos desperately, "My Patronus, it will protect you !"
Carlos glanced down in his busy schedule, and stared at Mr. Brown Bear in a tuxedo for a while amidst Kevin's call that was fading away: "You are really a capable bodyguard."
The shadow demon in the distance suddenly roared, and the huge wind blade was swirling in black mist, smashing towards Carlos from a high place, Carlos dared not be careless, raised his heavy sword with both hands, and put it on top of his head. With more and more intense light, Carlos' arms were almost numb in this violent collision.
The aura of this "boundary" was so strong that he could hardly breathe. Slowly, Carlos was forced to kneel on the ground by the pressure of the wind blade, his most fragile wrist trembling.
It doesn't bode well for an arm wrestling match with a guy that big.
Carlos gritted his teeth and looked for opportunities.
At this moment, a gray mist like a human hand rolled towards Carlos from the wind blade at a speed that was too fast to be seen clearly. This "hand" more than one meter wide made Carlos' hairs tremble. Standing upright, he immediately made a decisive decision, withdrew his wrist, and planned to use his shoulder to force the opponent's wind blade to avoid the gray guy first.
A person popped up suddenly and threw him aside. Carlos heard a crisp sound of "Kara", and the person stabbed his scabbard into the center of the wind blade. The scabbard made of steel Being split in two, the two took this opportunity to roll to the side to escape.
At the same time, the gray "hand" touched the ground where Carlos was just now, and there was a roar like an explosion. The ground was "blown" out of a deep pit, and the dust was so flying that it was impossible to see everything around.
At this moment, Aldo hugged him tightly, and the hand on Carlos' back was almost pinched into his flesh through his clothes, and he said hoarsely in his ear: "Carlos Vaughn Larette, let me tell you, no matter who you once belonged to, you will only belong to me in the future."
"Will you pay attention to the situation?" Carlos looked over his shoulder at the surroundings that became clear again. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and his shoulder hit Aldo who was lying on him, "Get up, Why... is this the Temple? Hey, wait! Who's that?!"
Anyone who sees the "self" appearing five meters away will probably be as horrified as Carlos... especially the "self" who looks a lot younger, and hugs someone secretly kissing under the tree vines in the garden.
Aldo turned his head slightly following his line of sight, frowned, and slowly got up from the ground, but still did not let go of Carlos.
"The realm within the realm?" He pondered for a moment, "Could it be... the legendary 'Fountain of Memory'."