The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Chapter 32

The manticore is very easy to handle, and Arecio slapped the wolf pups, slapped a handful of fallen fur. He throws these hairs into groups randomly, throws them out and turns into agile bats again, so manticore must be…

“Wow!”

Manticore does not chase after raising its claws, but turns around and runs away, as if it was not a bat but a psychological shadow. Manticore remembered the person who snatched the button, and then sniffed slightly, smelling the smell of that terrible person from the blood clan.

So it clipped its tail and was chased by the bat without looking back.

Arecio:…

There seems to be something wrong, but somehow it achieved the goal.

It is the night bird that makes Arecio more embarrassed. Although the night bird was very popular in his time, they are almost all used to serve the table. As the prince, Arecio would certainly not be honored to do those kinds of breeding. A kind of thing creature. He doesn’t even know what the nightbird usually eats, and of course he can’t even know how to change the hunger strike. He…

Alessio’s brain suddenly became empty, because he saw those squatting on the shelf…

Black ball?

Do people in this era have any special hobbies for the sphere? Spherical manticores, spherical wolf cubs, and even nightbirds with narrow wings and a strong body can be grown into spherical shapes. How can this be eaten… No, this is already a deep-seated bird that can’t eat it!

The black **** squatted safely on the shelf, their feathers fluffy and shiny because of the daily meticulous maintenance. They moved their necks from time to time and screamed softly. The nurturer next to him immediately took out a wooden tickling, scratching his neck for the night bird, and the night bird squinted to enjoy it. After a while, he called again. This time I asked for fruit, but after a few bites, I don’t want it anymore. To one side.

Arecio: So fat…No! So lazy!

Yeniao, who closed his eyes and meditation, noticed a beam of gaze, and moved a few centimeters on the clamp uncomfortably. The next piece of fruit was handed to his mouth again, and the Night Bird stopped thinking too much, took a few bites, and twisted his head in disgust. However, the piece of fruit did not take it back when it was found that it was not eaten as before, but placed it firmly in front of it.

Yeniao glared at the caregiver who didn’t catch his eyes, but met the expressionless face of the blood race.

Arecio poked a fruit on the toothpick in his hand, and did not give up because the night bird didn’t eat it, instead, with a blank face, insisted on handing it in front of the night bird.

Arecio: Eat.

The night bird’s feathers exploded one by one, and before the caregiver opened his mouth, he bowed his head sharply, ate the fruit in large mouthfuls, and then looked at Arecio flatly. Arecio was still expressionless, and did not praise it for his obedientness, and then forkped another piece of fruit.

“Eat.” Arecio didn’t know what to say at this time, so let’s say the simplest. He looked around, and the black **** on the shelf exploded into spiky balls, hurriedly lowering his head to find something to eat. Two even fought for a piece of fruit, and both rolled off the shelf. Before the caregiver would pick them up, they climbed up the shelf without saying a word and continued to make a fragrant meal.

After eating fruit, there are staple foods. Arecio looked at the brightly-colored meals with meat and vegetables in the food box, and felt that these night birds might be eating better than others, not knowing why they went on a hunger strike. He was pondering, the regular sound of eating in his ear suddenly changed to the sound of Dangdang pecking at the lunch box. Arecio raised his eyes and saw that the night bird he had fed had already eaten the food in the food box and was desperately pecking away. lunch box.

Why are you on a hunger strike when you are so hungry?

Yeniao:……Do I dare to stop me? !

Alessio couldn’t help but stretch out his hand. He couldn’t hold the night bird with one hand, so he could only squeeze the fat and thin. The feathers of nightbirds were also very sought after thousands of years ago. They feel smooth and delicate, and the meat is even more…Wait, why are you thinking about breaking the law again!

The fat and thin Nightbird was almost crying when he tried.

The night bird nurturers were stunned at the night birds who were desperately eating. As soon as the blood race came, these night birds were obedient and obedient, it was incredible! He repeatedly expressed his gratitude to Arecio. Arecio felt that he hadn’t done anything at all, so he shook his head slightly, and picked up the wolf pup who was trying to eat the fruit on the ground.

The amount of exercise today is definitely enough.

He should get off work ORZ

Ruzius also ended his day’s work. The Antiquity History Institute accommodated him and Arecio’s situation, and a special dispatcher opened an office in the conservation center. He had a pleasant chat with several editors, and his work progressed well. In a few months, the revised part of the history will be available.

In any case, the work now is much less stressful than in the temple.

Ruzius sat in the center car and waited for Alessio to go home together. Then he saw an Alexander’s blood, got in the car, closed the door, looked empty, and finally leaned against on the chair.

Arecio sits in the front row and he sits in the back row. This is a position he has carefully chosen. Ruzius took out his notebook quietly, ready to record.

“Why, work is not going well?”

“…I’m so difficult.”

“But I heard you did a good job.”

Arecio slowly turned his head to look at him, Ruzius calmly hid the notebook aside; Arecio slowly turned his head back, and he moved the notebook back to his lap.

“But I’m almost afraid of work…” Alessio said quietly, “Do you understand, it’s a boomerang again, and it’s a hunger strike.”

“I’m not tired from work, but my heart is so tired…”

“Not only tired, but also weak…”

Ruzius’s note-taking hand paused. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t understand the meaning of Arecio’s words. He frowned in confusion, and called up the chat records of the inquiring parties from Guangbrain. Each record said that Arecio did a good job and solved many problems in the center.

Ruzius: No, investigate all night tonight!

The next day, Ruzius, under his sleepless dark circles, opened the breakfast takeaway delivered by the center. When the work situation stabilizes, these deliveries can be stopped, and he can buy some materials to do it himself at home. He waited for a while after dismantling the takeaway, only to see the kinsman slowly coming down from upstairs, sitting at the dinner table, holding the fork with bitterness and bitterness.

Ruzius: Continue the investigation all night!

On the third day, after a long time for the takeout, Areciou went downstairs and did not rush to eat. He lay down on the sofa, face down, and his voice was dull.

“I’ll be fine…immediately… lie down for a while…”

Ruzius: Keep investigating!

On the fourth day, Ruzius knocked on the door, and Alessio slowly opened the door, finished breakfast with his eyes absent, and went to work in the nursery center with his eyes absent.

Ruzius: Following——Continued——

On the fifth day, Arecio failed to get up.

Ruzius set his meal and knocked on the door. He must find out the truth today, but he is almost exhausted!

“Areci, I’m at work.”

“Ah, ah, ah, are you a devil!” Something hit the door with a “boom”, and the blood clan groaned under the quilt, “We can live together without mentioning work! If you mention it, you will be in the garden. The radish is plucked!”

“…”

Speaking well, why do you persecute carrots!

“If you have something to say,” Ruzius persuaded, “why use the radish to vent your anger.”

“…”

This time it seemed to be a pillow, in the middle of the door of the room, enough to show the anger of the blood in the door.

The saint pondered for a while at the door, and first sent Arecio’s leave of absence to the relevant personnel of the childcare center. This mental state really couldn’t work, and then he knocked on the door again.

“I came in?”

Ruzius pushed in.

There are very thick dark curtains in the room of the kinsman, blocking out all the sunlight, the camera is rolling behind the door, and the parts of the model bought some time ago are scattered on the ground. It seems that they have no patience to finish it. On the round table in the room, in addition to the incomplete model, there are also a row of small flower pots. Ruzius took a closer look and recognized the fragile seedlings in jade-green–

It’s all his tomato seedlings.

He just said! Ten thousand years later, the varieties of crops are so good, and the temperature and humidity of his flower gardens are so suitable, how could it not germinate! It turned out that Arecio stole them into the room and used them as potted plants!

Ruzius slowly raised his head, and his eyes met Arecio, who was observing him with his head out of the quilt. Arecio was shocked and quickly tightened the quilt, wrapping himself into a silkworm chrysalis again.

“…Explain.” Ruzius took the stolen goods and came to the blood family’s bed. The tuft of quilt squirmed, and finally put on a posture of stubborn resistance, making Ruzius grin.

“Go to work if you don’t explain it.” He grabbed a corner of the quilt, and the blood race fought back and protested.

“Devil! Just a few tomatoes!”

“You can guarantee that you haven’t thought about carrots? Come out! Go to work!”

“I don’t! Devil! Let go!”

“I can’t work if you don’t work! Get up!”

Arecio pulled the quilt too tightly and couldn’t open it at all, so the saint had to choose to drag the quilt out of the bed with the blood. He later realized that Arecio didn’t choose to sleep in the coffin, and even made a soft bed for himself to sleep. This was very unkind, and he had to take notes.

Arecio was dragged to the ground wrapped in a quilt, dragged out the door, dragged down the stairs. When his head knocked on the stairs a few times, he actually felt a touch of relief.

Look, this is the normal life that dark creatures should have. There is too much pampering and cautiousness in the nursery center. The dark creatures raised are either stupid or sand sculptures. He has recovered from ten thousand years ago and is in it. Although he is grateful, he is not without discomfort.

So he hopes to change some dark creatures so that they can live independently, even if they are not favored, they can live as well as other races.

“But it’s difficult,” Arecio said, lying on his back.

Ruzius stopped dragging the quilt and the Arecio in the quilt. He looked down at the blood family lying on his back. There was always some fearlessness and pride in the other’s red eyes. This light has not diminished in the slightest. In his memories and even now, he never hates this kind of light, because the blood with this kind of eyes is his opponent, and it is the ultimate goal that he has exhausted everything to touch for years.

In other words, he deeply respects such Arecio.

“I thought there was nothing you couldn’t do.” He walked away, took the black tea he bought when he moved from the cabinet, and took a large carton of milk, and asked.

“Drink milk tea?”

“……drink!”

Arecio’s spirits aroused. He moved from the ground to the sofa, wrapped in a quilt, and tilted his head to watch the saint making milk tea. The air was full of tea and milk fragrance, dispelling his slight depression due to what he had seen and heard a few days ago.

There is no bad mood that a cup of milk tea can’t solve. If there is, just two cups!

The saint’s milk tea was cooked and poured into a chubby carrot-shaped cup. Arecio didn’t know when he bought this cup. He stretched out his hand to take the milk tea, and took it. The saint moved the milk tea from the left to the right, and from the right to the left. Before he was angry, he put the cup into his hand and said word by word:

“After drinking milk tea, don’t persecute my radish anymore.”

“…”

Good horn.

The saint did not sit down, but leaned on the sofa and took a few sips of sweet milk tea.

“No matter how difficult it is, it can be solved.” He looked sideways and could see the top of the blood race. “For the sake of the sugar you gave me, I have an idea to provide.”

“what?!”

Ruzius called up a page from Guangmin and handed it to Arecio. Arecio took the milk tea in one hand and took it with the other, and saw a dark icon on the page——

The eye pupils are the center, with bat wings spread on both sides, and the whole pattern is full of the gloomy splendor unique to dark creatures.

The voice of the saint came slowly through the aroma of milk tea.

“The world after ten thousand years will not only have a conservation center, but also an organization of the dark creatures, named—”

“The Union of Dark Creatures.”