"Oh forgot to wear pants Satan..." Dizzy Evan felt like he was thrown out by something, next to the hapless comatose art student.
As a result, before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he looked up and saw the two roommates with great powers entangled in an indecent posture, and the "antique" sword that he thought was extremely precious was thrown away like scrap iron. Aside, he had to take a shower and change clothes every day, so that Evan always suspected that the ex-bishop, who had a cleanliness, was bleeding all over his body.
His own blood, and that of the Shadow Demon.
Not only that, Aldo's shoulders suddenly collapsed, and then his shoulders trembled violently. The laughter that was suppressed in his throat became louder and louder, and it sounded like the whining of some ominous night owl sound.
He is really crazy—Evan sat on the ground, held back his dizziness and turned his eyes away, desperately trying not to look at the blood on Aldo's body.
The timeline is shattered at the junction of memory and reality, a thousand years is like a thousand weights, connected at both ends of a hair, and it returns to Carlos leaving the temple alone, but Aldo has not had time to meet His last night.
"Let me go," Carlos said in a low voice, his eyes turned cold, "now."
"Never." Aldo's mouth was bleeding, but he still sneered, "Never."
Carlos reached out to push his shoulder, and the two of them fought like opponents in a fighting ring, competing in this extremely inappropriate situation.
"I thought you would repent or something." Carlos's voice was a little distorted because he gritted his back molars.
"Do you want me to confess?" Aldo asked softly.
"No, that's totally unnecessary." Carlos said indifferently.
"Yes, I understand you." Aldo's eyes softened.
"You..." He felt very dizzy, his eyes went black for a while, Aldo closed his eyes and opened them again, and said in a whisper, "You gave me your life, soul and even your reputation, you let me It’s not fair to take so much in one night and you throw it away like a cumbersome piece of garbage and just walk away without looking back… it’s not fair!”
Carlos almost laughed out loud: "Forgive me for seeing human greed for the first time, sir, what more do you want? I have nothing more to offer you."
Evan was petrified. He realized that those two people hadn't noticed that there was an audience like him at all. What should we do? The poor young man thought silently, would he be murdered
Then he looked down at the unconscious art student with his mouth open, and suddenly got inspiration, and hurriedly lay back on the spot, closing his eyes and pretending to be dead.
"Oh, I see," Carlos raised his beautiful green eyes to glance at the man on top of him, and smiled meaningfully, "Do you still want me?"
Aldo's hands supporting his body trembled like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind. He was at the end of his battle. He felt cold all over. clearly.
Don't talk to me in this tone, he thought, that's not funny at all, this is the only hope and thought of his remaining life after a thousand years, it's really not funny at all, but he has no strength to express it.
Finally, Aldo fell headfirst—as expected, being sad is a physical effort.
Carlos pushed him away without mercy, picked up his epee, and wiped it with the corner of his clothes in pain. This is the most loyal old man, no matter how brave he is in the hands of others, he will feel distressed.
He took off his coat first, carefully wrapped the epee without its scabbard, then walked up to Evan, and kicked him with his toe: "What are you doing? Are you showing off a corpse?"
Evan opened his eyes, pulled his cheeks stiffly and smiled at him, expressing his loyalty: "I didn't hear anything."
"Undress," Carlos said.
"What?" Evan screamed, slipping away for several meters with his hands rubbing, clutching his skirt with both hands, like a little girl about to be molested, "I... I, I, I, I still like women... women Son, you can't just..."
Carlos: "..."
Then he rolled his eyes and decided to do it himself. Amidst two pig-killing howls, Carlos neatly took off Evan's coat, and then wrapped it around Aldo on the ground—he was not injured. Light, Difu's blood may be exposed when he is unconscious for a while. Fortunately, there is still shadow blood on his body that has not been cleaned up to cover it up, but I'm afraid it's better to deal with it by himself.
"Come here." Carlos beckoned to Evan, "Help me carry him."
Evan responded blankly, walked over slowly, and then rubbed his hands on his body uneasily: "No... Wouldn't it be better for you to hug him?"
"Stop talking nonsense, I won't let you see blood, I've covered it all up." Carlos was dizzy when he stood up, and he braced himself on the wall before he stood still. The injury was very serious, he shook his head, and when the dizziness passed, he found that Evan was still standing there stupidly, and finally roared out of patience, "What do you think he is? A little girl who weighs less than 100 pounds Is it? Well, I will hug, no, move, him now!"
"Oh, well," Evan said dumbly, "no, I mean sorry."
Carlos supported Aldo's head and shoulders, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Sorry for what?"
"It hurts your masculinity," Evan said.
Hold!
"Oh, wait, what about this guy?" Evan was obviously very conscientious, and he hadn't forgotten the art student who was in trouble with him.
"The therapist will take care of him," Carlos said dryly.
Sure enough, as soon as his voice fell, the support arrived in a murderous manner.
Amy said disheveledly: "What happened? Who was injured? No, no, no handsome guy, you have to let him go, even you need to check yourself."
Carlos looked at the paw that was about to fall on Aldo, and said flatly, "You don't want to challenge the wrath of the most terrifying archbishop in history, do you, Dr. Amy?"
Amy covered her face in horror: "What? Will he ruin my face?"
Carlos shrugged wearily: "He can do it—"
Amy started screaming.
"—Although I don't think there is any difference between doing this and not doing it." Carlos ran on him in a bad mood, and before Amy's face turned hideous in an instant, he nodded politely to Louis who came after him, " Louis, the follow-up work is entrusted to you, and you can contact me anytime if you need anything."
Amy degenerated from a tyrannosaur into a fluffy chick in an instant, showing a sweet, lingering and submissive smile, watching Carlos carry away "his patient".
"Bring me purified water, gauze and wound medicine." In the hotel, Aldo was put down, Carlos washed his face with cold water, cheered up and told Evan.
"And anti-inflammatory drugs, right?" Evan added smartly.
"Does he look so fragile?" Carlos asked in a nasty tone as he slapped the horse's ass on the horse's leg. He looked at his patient with a blank expression, as if his current role was not a healer, but a butcher .
However, after a few seconds of silence, Carlos finally whispered again: "Okay, there are also anti-inflammatory drugs and... that, that thing that Amy gave him that day, it seems to be some kind of sugar water?"
"I know, glucose water."
Evan left in response. Carlos was stunned for a while, then sat down next to Aldo, stared at him for a while, got up and soaked a towel, and stripped off the pieces of clothes on his body , slowly wiping off the mixed blood.
Maybe Evan is right, Carlos feels that his body temperature is a little high, and people may have nightmares when they have a fever. Carlos doesn't know what he dreamed of, and he knows it's nothing good—in fact, seeing the abnormality of the archbishop, It is known that he has probably never encountered any good things in his life, and there will be no peace after death.
There was a deep wrinkle between Aldo's brows, and there was a shadow under his eyes, which looked a little fragile.
Carlos stopped suddenly. He gently raised Aldo's chin, rubbed it with his thumb, and whispered in a volume that only he could hear: "I don't love you anymore."
Sixteen-year-old boy out of naivety, loved many things he shouldn't be interested in, such as the black market where countless dirty transactions are buried, such as the sixth district full of temptation and evil, such as pranks on those who don't understand, such as The man who is always silent.
They are like old toys that should be discarded when they grow up.
He understands that the black market is not only for the young masters of rich families. Those new things are poured out by the blood and tears of countless other races and even human beings. He understands that the sixth district is actually a touchstone for people's hearts. Forbidden techniques are always forbidden. , he also understood the difficulties of others... Fate is not always fair, until he really went deep to the bottom, heard, seen, and experienced it himself, he realized that those people who are full of suffering in their lives should not suffer because of the ridicule of others. more painful.
And, he learned to put the past in the past. There are so many new adventures, and the world is so interesting, those who always look back are useless.
Carlos smiled softly, he pressed close to Aldo's ear, and repeated very lightly: "I don't love you anymore, Leo dear."
Aldo frowned even tighter, maybe he heard it, maybe he just felt like he was in a nightmare or something.
Carlos' eyes fell on his pale and slightly trembling lips, stared at them for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes, and kissed them lightly.
Light and shallow, one touch and release.
Evan's voice came from the door: "Carl, I left things at the door, do you need help?"
Carlos's green eyes, which seemed to be a little confused, became clear again. He smiled, stood up and opened the door, and looked at Evan playfully: "Help? Are you sure?"
Evan: "…"
Carlos raised his eyebrows: "Oh well, help me wipe the blood off his body..."
"No, just to be polite." Evan said quickly.
Carlos shrugged regretfully, then handed him the epee wrapped in his coat: "Find me a craftsman or something, I need a new shell."
Then the door closed with a bang.
Evan held the sword respectfully: "Oh! This is an antique! How could you..."
Then Evan shut up—well, of course he can, he's more archaeological than that.
The epee is indeed an epee, and it is too heavy for Evan. It is hard to imagine that the guy usually uses it as a wooden stick as dexterously. Evan managed to free up a hand to scratch his hair , I feel that Carlos may be in a bad mood.
It feels strange to be trapped in the realm of the shadow demon, as if recalling many things that I thought I had forgotten, Jie pulled them out one by one from the depths of my memory, and pressed them heavily on my heart, a little sad, probably Carlos is the same, right
No, maybe he's been through more bad things, not on the "kinda sad" level
When I think about it, I feel... a little pitiful.
With a precise judgment on the ups and downs of the legendary hero's life, Evan left with the epee covered with countless glory like an artifact.
However, this "wisdom and foolish" intern didn't feel emotional for long. Unfortunately, he met "Mr. Natural Enemy" instructor Meiguert at the entrance of the hotel, and he was scared into a wooden man.
Louis glanced at the things in his hand, and said briefly: "Ask someone to send it back to the temple, you don't need to worry about it, call everyone now, it's an urgent task."
Evan froze.
Louis sighed, it was rare that he didn't speak harsh words to him, and said in a low voice: "Listen, Elvis and the kid named Kevin are missing, I have some ominous premonitions—don't disturb those two gentlemen, a group of people are in charge Search, another group of people will follow me to meet that Mr. Douglas."