The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Chapter 52

Arecio feels that he must have a nightmare for some time in the future to admit students.

However, such an exchange condition is completely acceptable to him. Crawvenson is willing to help him clear all the obstacles that he brought a few children to the northern front, and he is also willing to go. This is undoubtedly paving him with all his prestige. the way. And what Arecio needs to do is to give Crawvenson some advice and guidance based on his past experience with fallen angels.

He especially declared to Crawvenson that he taught that life and death are fateful, and wealth is in heaven.

Crowvenson:…

He regretted it a bit.

After talking with Crawvenson, the neurosis went home, and Lucy and Helgodon can now practice on their own. Arecio was rather idle, he thought about it, and chose the latter between returning home from work and working hard.

He will go see me again.

I still haven’t woken up in the special intensive care unit. Fortunately, my vital signs are very stable, but I’m just sleeping. The childcare center also nervously asked Arecio’s opinions about it, and the answer was that it didn’t matter, just let him sleep, and usually wake up within two or three days.

Opening the [Domain] is the most important thing in the life of the favored one. Alessio has not seen the prototype of the opening [Domain] with his own eyes, but from the description of the neurosis, he did think of the four-character poem. ——

[The emperor has a domain, and all things are psychic. 】

He sat down in front of my hospital bed and probed my physical condition. At present, he is very healthy and nutrition can keep up. The mental butterfly changes other people can’t help. The same is true for Arecio, who is also good at mental power, so he can only come over sometimes and watch it quietly for a while.

He was watching me quietly, recalling some past events, and suddenly saw my hand move slightly. I raised a hand, and I was about to send it to my mouth. It seemed to be a projection of the action in my dream.

Dreaming about eating…Arecio laughed, but eating his hands is not good.

He raised his hand and stopped my movement.

I had a dream.

He realized that he was lying on the hospital bed, but his consciousness sank, sinking into a red thread like a silk net. He was caught by the red line, like a bird trapped in jail, trying to flutter his wings, but he could not escape.

He flapped his wings vigorously, and finally, he opened his eyes in a dream.

All I could see was a dim palace, and I couldn’t tell whether it was dawn or dusk. He sat alone on a throne inlaid with gold and jade, a pair of mysterious birds carved on the back of the chair behind him, with beads in his mouth and colorful feathers, which are the favorite ornaments in the East.

In his dream, he was quiet and silent, with light to weird footsteps, hurried across the corridor and came towards him.

[You are awake, Your Majesty. 】

Coming people kneel on the ground, the five-body bowing ceremony, plus the pious three worships. In the end, the visitor raised the tray placed aside again, knelt in front of him, and lifted the paint tray with both hands over his head.

【This time, I carefully selected ten middle-aged people and got the best medicine. 】

[Please take the medicine. 】

In the dream, he was silent, neither raising his hand nor making a sound, just looking at the diffuse light outside the palace.

So…it’s dusk…

【His Majesty! 】

The visitor walked a few steps on his knees, took the medicine closer, slowly raised his face, his eyes were already full of tears.

[Your Majesty, please pity us, please shelter us…]

[The outside world is so terrible, but as long as you are there…]

The visitor bowed his waist, but held his hands high, with a cry of blood in his voice.

[Please-take medicine! 】

In the dream, he finally stretched out his hand and took the blood-red pill in his hand.

The blood color of the evening, the blood color of the pill, the blood color of the lips…The richest blood color mixed together, and he had already delivered the pill to his lips. And the person kneeling down let out a long sob, seeming to be extremely relieved and happy.

[Your Majesty, you will surely——]

In the **** immersion, the visitor bowed his head deeply.

【For all generations. 】

I opened my mouth and held the pill with three fingers, which is about to be delivered into the mouth——

“…Don’t eat your hands.”

I suddenly woke up, patted his hand on his lips with one hand, and then put that hand back into the quilt. I opened my eyes in reality, and the natural light was filtered, so it was very soft and would not sting him. He slowly turned his head and saw Arecio sitting on the edge of his bed gnawing his apple.

The slight “click” sound of biting an apple gave him a sense of reality of waking up from a dream. He wanted to laugh a little, so he laughed, and the breath that he exhaled was blowing up and down the talisman paper diagonally on his forehead.

“Areci,” he said coquettishly, “I’m hungry and want to eat an apple.”

“No, cool, I’ll bring you the porridge.” Arecio held the unfinished apple in his mouth. The pointed fangs now play a role. As long as the apple is stuck in the flesh, it will be difficult for the apple to fall off. He bit the apple and brought the porridge with both hands. The chicken porridge, kept warm, was prepared by my nurturer.

He lifted me up a bit, let him lean back, and a small table was lowered to put the porridge bowl. He pulled the apple from his fangs and continued to gnaw, only to see that I, who was supposed to be gulping, was just holding the spoon.

“Areci…” I said softly, “Actually, I had a dream.”

He whispered about the palace in the dream, the mad palace man, the **** dusk, and the pill of “ten middle-aged people”. He was still scared when he said it, but when he finished speaking, he was suddenly no longer scared. Arecio, who was next to him, shared the horror.

“Areci, do you know anything about the Eastern branch ten thousand years ago?”

Arecio put down the apple and thought about it. Arecio didn’t know much about the Eastern branch. He hadn’t been there, but had heard many rumors. In his time, almost no people in the eastern branch left the clan land. They were keen on living like a paradise. They were only seen by the various nationalities on the mainland when they sent some envoys to various nationalities every year. As one of the principals of the blood clan, Alessio certainly has seen many envoys of the Eastern branch, and several of them are divine plovers.

However, no one has been to the main city of the Eastern branch, and no outsider can see the emperor of the so-called destiny.

It seems that they had been there in the later stage of neurosis. At that time, they had collapsed. Arecio was trying his best to gather all the available power of the dark camp and prepare for a deadly battle with the light camp.

“I don’t know much.” He recalled, “I remember that the main city of the Eastern branch was called’Beizhu’. Unlike now, ten thousand years ago, people from that group would never leave the main city forever, neither Will trade with the outside world and stay alone and stubbornly in that city.”

“There seems to be a domain in Beizhu City. I haven’t approached it before, so I don’t dare to assert.”

【The emperor descended to Beizhu, his eyes were sorrowful. 】【Note】

I thought of this sentence, then the name of Beizhu City should come from the emperor.

“Then…Does Alexi know the emperor? What kind of person is the emperor?” He asked again.

“It’s hard to say that the emperors of the Eastern branch always rotate, and each generation of emperors never leave the main city. It is difficult for people to understand.” Arecio really has no problem with this question. “In fact, I think No matter which emperor is, in such a closed city, he is very pitiful.”

“… But, is he a respected emperor? He will have a lot of things.”

Arecio smiled. He messed up my short hair, and his deep rose eyes were very bright.

“What’s the use of having a lot of things, staying in that city forever, like a noble prisoner.” He was uplifted. Even though there were many fights thousands of years ago, Arecio still had many wonderful experiences. It was claustrophobic. You can never experience it in one place.

“If you go to the sea during the season of the Kingfisher, you can walk directly on the calm sea by wearing shoes with inflated soles; in the dark elf dungeon, the spider will count the number of fireflies, and only seven will be caught in a net. There are no fireflies to see in the latecomers; there is also the border of hell, you just sit there, just look at the beautiful horns of the demon clan and you will be able to watch all day…”

Every time he said something, I approached him a little bit and asked “what’s next”. He was fascinated by it, and he only hated that he couldn’t be born 10,000 years ago, and went to see these sights that Arecio had seen with his own eyes.

“Don’t worry, you will see it.” Arecio suddenly remembered what Hitomi was preparing. “Isn’t Hitomi making a werewolf movie recently? He told me that he will do other races after he told me, so each of you You will see the scene.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

I laughed and lay flat again obediently. He still needs to stay here for a few days of infusions to regain his strength. A few days later, he can play with Helgodon and Lucy again and receive Arecio’s teaching again. He needs to do it every day and he wants to do it. Things to do.

Arecio also got off work, he put down the curtains and left the room. When he was walking down the corridor, he suddenly remembered something, so he sent a message to Hitomi, and Hitomi happily sent the audio he wanted.

Lying on the hospital bed and closing my eyes, I heard Guangnao’s sound. He picked up Guangnao and found that it was an audio from Arecio so that he could listen to it before going to bed. I set the bedtime mode very obediently, turned on the audio, and closed my eyes.

Then he heard a “ding”, followed by another, a total of seven “dings”, a rustle sounded, the flexible net was no longer open, and the spider was holding the heart of no firefly for visitors, slowly Climb into the depths of the cave.

The audio loops automatically, and there is a new round of seven “ding”.

So my dream was full of fireflies.

On the other side, Arecio got on the shuttle bus to go home. This was the first time he had not gone home with a neuropathy. Bored in his idleness, he started thinking about what he would cook tonight in the car, so he was hungry all the way home.

Arecio: …hungry!

Hunger made him move two or three points faster than usual. He opened the door, but only saw a dark room.

……what?

“…I made a sandwich, and the soup was in the pot.” In the darkness, the saint uttered abruptly. Before that, Arecio hadn’t noticed and was startled by him.

Unprepared is certainly one reason, but on the other hand…

“Your concealment technique has improved a lot.” Arecio complained casually, and then went to the kitchen to get a sandwich. He glanced across the refrigerator, thinking of what was in it, and how many notes he had put up to record his preferences, and his eartips became slightly hot.

But the sandwich is on the refrigerator side…

Arecio used teleport decisively and got his dinner today without going through the refrigerator. He took the dinner and sat at the table, opening his mouth to eat, unexpectedly hearing the holy person say.

“Did we forget something before?”

Arecio bit down, “Huh?”

“At the Ruins of the Sea of ​​Undead, did we talk about things related to the gods, you said you want to…”

Oh, Arecio remembered, he said he wanted to look at the tattoo on the back shoulder of the neuropathy.

His biting of the sandwich gradually slowed down.

Look at… the back shoulder…

Do you want to… undress?

He turned his head one by one, and the saint sat on the sofa that they had bought together and tore loose his collar.

“eat quickly.”

The saint lowered his eyes, unable to see his expression.

“…”

He was cheated! This is decapitated rice!