Chapter Seventy

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date="2021-02-12"

title="Chapter Seventy "

weight="125569"

series = ["The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin"]

mode = "manual"

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He watched the blood clan be stunned by his question, half-opened his mouth, showing two pointed fangs.

Arecio is completely stupefied now. He doesn’t know how the neurosis guesses his careful thoughts. He thinks he can cover up very well. He thinks he can cover himself, but he forgets the person in front of him, so he studies His destiny as his life's homework.

He has nowhere to hide, all his bright or despicable thoughts, in the clear eyes of the sky, there is nowhere to hide.

"Is it, Areci?"

The saint asked, he immediately subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but the saint looked straight at him, affirming.

"I think it is."

"I think you want to give me [First Embrace]."

He said so surely that Arecio could not deny it. Arecio felt the world flashing in front of him, but later discovered that it was his eyelashes that were shaking with extreme anxiety.

His despicable mind was finally exposed, and he had nowhere to hide.

The saint spoke slowly again, calling his name.

"Areci, about this..."

The fangs stabbed his lips, and Arecio suddenly raised his head and spoke first.

"I didn't want to insult you!"

"I think it can be considered."

They spoke at the same time, but at the same time they heard each other's words clearly. For the first time, Ruzius was a little confused about Arecio. He thought for a while, but didn't want to understand why Arecio described the matter as an "insult".

"……insult?"

"Consider? You said to consider?" The blood clan who was already downcast suddenly became energetic, "Are you willing to be [first embrace] by me? Would you like me...be your father?"

"...When Dad’s question will be discussed later, I care about why you take it as an insult to me."

Ruzius discovered that after this problem, Arecio's invisible ears drooped again.

"Because I gave you [First Embrace], I seem to be denying that you as a human being." Arecio said softly, "I don't want that. I respect humans very much, and I respect you as a human but chasing me constantly. , I don’t think there is anything good about being a blood clan, at least when I was transformed into a blood clan, I only felt pain."

He raised his head and looked at the glowing eternal dark stones in the darkness. These lights gradually climbed to the top of the pothole and then stopped.

"After becoming a blood race, if you don't spend your time to simulate, there will be no human temperature and heartbeat. You need to grab blood forever and live in darkness forever."

"This time'living' will last for a long time, so long that I have to sleep long to dispel boredom."

"To the end, there will be no one."

He smiled faintly.

"And, do you believe it? I used to want to be someone like you, righteous, bright... Of course, the nature of neurosis does not count. I want to meet many friends, take risks in the sun, and appear in every bard In the strings."

"However, as I became a blood clan, all of this became a fantasy."

"I don't want to change the trajectory of your life, you are just like this, there is no better."

As he was talking, Arecio felt a heavy weight on his head, and the saint touched the top of his hair expressionlessly, his eyes revealed that it was something...severe.

"Areci, I ask you, after becoming a blood clan, I will still live with you, right?"

Arecio thought for a while and nodded.

"Of course you can if you don't want to move, and the coffin can divide you in half."

"Then, I still have to go to work at the Institute of Ancient History."

Ruzius asked again, and Arecio looked at him with an inexplicable expression.

"It's even more boring if you don't work. Do you want to grow hair at home?"

The saint took a deep breath, the previous preparations were completed, and he entered the last and most critical question.

"Speaking of home, don't I need to do housework after I become a blood clan?"

Arecio's eyes slowly let go, he seemed to understand something.

"Look, even if I become a blood clan, is there any change in my life trajectory?"

No, not at all. The neurosis is still the one who lives with him, goes to the institute to work on weekdays, and can afford almost all the housework. Arecio felt a little guilty in his heart, with the last bit of conscience, he asked.

"How about I help you share some housework?"

"Fatherly?"

"Correct!!!"

Ruzius took a deep breath and told himself that the atmosphere is just right now, don't worry about Arecio taking advantage of him.

"If you still have concerns and feel that [First Embrace] is destroying me as a human, then I have a better proposal here." Ruzius said slowly, "You can, before I die, Transform me into blood."

"In this way, you didn't destroy me, but saved me."

He did not tell Arecio that the hunters of the temple could not [first embrace] this.

The life of the blood race is like a long river that flows continuously, and the short century of a mortal is just a floating foam on this long river... He once thought so, and was so gloomy that he was not reconciled. Sometimes staring at Arecio, staring at the face favored by eternal life, he can count the despicableness in his heart one by one.

Want to get, not get; want to possess, unable to possess... He doesn't know what he has experienced before to become a neuropathy in Arecio’s mouth, but this emotion is undoubtedly the best fuel, between them There have been too many things, fighting to death may be the best ending.

However, Alessi jumped down towards him and fell into his arms. From that moment, to him, nothing really matters.

In response to him, his destiny...

He Caiyong wore that eternal flower crown.

Alessio felt that this idea was really good. The neurosis did not resist becoming a blood clan, so he finally let go of a big stone in his heart. He even supports this proposal of transforming the other party before he is dying, because he hopes that the neurosis can smoothly end his life as a human being. Of course, if the time is too long, the neurotic thoughts may change. No matter what the opponent chooses, Arecio will accept it.

A sense of responsibility also suddenly arose in his heart. It is true that the neuropathy understands the blood family, but there are many things that the parental blood family should teach his offspring, and he has to teach the neuropathy all. Thinking about this, Arecio suddenly moved in his heart, and he felt that the domain above the pothole had been constructed-

The King City opened the door, and Shadow Rose spread arbitrarily, and it was a grand full moon hanging high in the sky covered by wind and snow instead of the day.

"It's finally over. No one in the temple can live." Arecio looked at the top of the pothole. The lightsaber had begun to weaken, showing that the people above were in big trouble. He sneered.

"It's useless, no matter where you flee, the bat will catch up with them."

"Let them die in the fear of endless flight."

Above the pothole, Delvi noticed the light of the Eternal Dark Stone staying no more than thirty centimeters from the top. She was dazed, and then ecstatic!

stopped! This terrible monster like a black hole finally has no power!

She heard her communicator ringing, and the lightsabers around her gradually became thinner, so she ordered the Silver Crusade to increase the output while receiving the communication. The opposite was Yamon. Delvi saw a laceration on Yamon's shoulder. Although it was treated, blood still leaked out.

"Have you failed?" Delvi raised his voice slightly, "You have failed Mr. Theo's trust! My side is about to succeed. You must turn immediately and not let the pursuers know the location of the mine."

She was not at peace with Yamon. During this trip to the northern front, Yamon still didn't follow his plan everywhere, and Delvi had already accumulated a lot of anger in his heart.

Across the screen, the hunter just looked at her quietly.

"It's not that I failed, it's you, Delvi."

The wind and snow blew the hunter's cloak, he pressed the opening wound on his shoulder and raised his head. He was already standing in front of the mine, amidst the pervasive wind and snow, a bloody full moon loomed. The mine has long turned into a different look. The fortified city wall stands tall, the shadow rose is blooming, and countless bats with blood-thirsty pupils chase and kill every person in the mine who belongs to the temple.

A silver crusade fell dead at the entrance of the mine, and the mine was marked with [No. 1]. A bat was lying on the corpse of the Silver Crusader, touching Yamon's line of sight, showing its sharp teeth threateningly. In the shadow behind it, more bats surged. The bats occupied the mine and pulled out all the decorations of the temple.

Yamon didn't step forward, and it was meaningless. Each of these bats possessed high-level dark and blood magic. After devouring all the layout and personnel of the temple here, they have completely turned into terrifying monsters.

[Red Moon King City, Full Moon], is a feast of bats under the moon.

The bats have completely occupied the mine and are supplied with blood. Arecio believes that as long as he can get up from here, he and his neuropathy are absolutely safe.

"...So, how do we go up?" The saint said, Arecio's body became stiff, and then he felt the other's hand gently brush over the upper part of his back, where the wings grew.

"My magical power is really low, so..." The saint deliberately prolonged his tone and said with a faint smile, "Where are your wings, Areci?"

Arecio opened his mouth, and after confirming his neurotic thoughts, he doesn't plan to use long wings as a guise now. He wants to change his mouth. Unexpectedly, the saint fully understood his intentions and blocked it precisely.

"I will also provide help as much as I can. You need blood, right?" Like that time in their common house, in the darkness, the saint loosed his collar, exposing his neck. But this time he was undoubtedly better. Fingertips drew a blood line on the wrist and the side of the neck. He and Arecio were already very close, and the rich fragrance of blood instantly filled with Arecio's senses. Arecio's pupils began to shrink slowly.

The saint pondered for a while, and thought of a more appropriate explanation.

"Maybe you can also use this as a preview of... [First Embrace]?"

Arecio covered his mouth to prevent his fangs from being exposed, he was using his maximum willpower to endure.

"You are too courageous... I'm really not afraid that I will bite you into bleeding!"

"It's okay, I will teach you."

"...?"

Really magical reality, hunters teach the blood how to bite.

Arecio was about to respond. The fragrance of blood made his reaction less sensitive. The consequence of a half-beat slow was that the saint directly took it and pinched his cheek. The saint exerted a little force, and the tips of the pair of small fangs loomed on the lips.

Arecio suddenly struggled. He tried to free one hand to cover his mouth, but both hands were directly fixed on the cave wall by the opponent's domain.

"Insane! You... what do you want to do?"

When he opened his mouth to swear, the fangs couldn't hide at all. Ruzius took the opportunity to observe his fangs. If there were no accidents, the pair of fangs would appear in his pocket tonight. Arecio realized this and shut up quickly, and refused to open it anyway.

"Why are you so uncooperative?" The saint looked very disagreeable, "Don't you want to go back to the camp soon?"

Arecio grinds his teeth.

"I just bite! You can't die with heavy bleeding!"

"But if I bleed heavily, do you think you are still awake?"

"..."

"Open it."

Shaking.

Maybe it was angry, maybe it was shy, his destiny, who was restrained here, was already trembling. The slight trembling that didn’t dare to raise his head, in Ruzius’ perception, was like a baby bird born in spring. He didn’t want to bless the nest from afar. He wanted to catch the baby bird from the nest even more. Hold it in your palm.

"Open it." He knew Arecio too well, after knowing this, the blood clan would not resist him anymore.

The pair of small fangs appeared in his sight again, and the saint had a calm expression. He stretched out his hand to lift Arecio’s jaw and carefully estimated the length of the fangs. It seemed that this was not very accurate. He did not hesitate. With his hands, he rubbed the left fangs with his fingers, and knew the approximate length in his heart. .

"!!!"

Alessio gave him a sip immediately, and immediately regretted it. A blood bead oozes from the saint's fingertips, and a sweet breath is floating everywhere. Arecio felt the tip of his tongue move around and wanted to lick the blood bead, he resisted, and when he was about to let go, the saint naturally wiped the blood bead on the surface of his tongue.

"Can't wait?" He chuckled softly, seeing Arecio desperately trying to back up, lightly pressing the back of his neck, like grabbing a cat trying to escape and raising his wrist.

"Your fangs are indeed shorter. It may be a little inconvenient to suck blood, but I will teach you."

He really taught the essentials of how to suck blood, how to bite, and how hard he used it, as if he was a blood clan. Arecio stared at the saint's wrist, and in the bloody fragrance that continued to spread, he had no sense of reason after he had not eaten blood for nearly a day and night.

His reason was completely broken by the sage's vocal invitation.

"Come, bite here."

He bit his opponent's wrist in one bite, Ruzius took a short breath of cold air, and pressed his other hand against the back of his neck, soothing the broken hair on the back of his neck and head. The place where the fangs fell was just right, and there was not a lot of blood gushing out like the previous few times, but it was enough for Arecio to swallow. Aside from being pinched on both cheeks to adjust the position, he had no reluctance.

Arecio felt that he was indulging in a drunken dream. There were many rose vines in the dream, and the rose vines were decorated with crimson flowers. These flowers suddenly turned into aging wine and sprinkled all of Arecio. , Also fell into a neurosis. Arecio turned his head and found that the neuropathy was also standing with him under these rose vines, and the cloak was stained with wine.

The rose vine, the sunlight that has cut the leaves, the crimson wine...the neuropathy stood in the midst of all this and smiled at him.

[When everything is over, I will also plant roses in the yard. 】

The cheek was pinched again a little harder, someone's finger wiped some blood from his lips, and then the finger was stained with the fragrance of flowers and wine in Arecio's perception. He sniffed the smell, followed his fingers, and the saint led him all the way to the side of his neck.

"Bite here, you have to work a little harder, your fangs are shorter."

The pale blue blood vessels stirred slightly in his sight, Arecio licked the remaining blood on his lips, and his completely drunk brain couldn't think of anything else. He was about to bite down according to his instinct, and the crimson flowers and the image of the saint under the flowers revolved in his mind. He paused abruptly, turned his head to the side, and rubbed the saint's cheek.

"I will be careful."

"It doesn't hurt."

He was able to comfort the prey without a teacher, and he also understood the position of the lower mouth without a teacher. He only felt that after listening to what he said, the hand of the back of his neck was suddenly increased by the neuropathy, and the blood vessels on the side of the neck were suddenly increased. It also bulged slightly, as if to endure something. He didn't think much, swiping the tip of his tongue, and bit down.

In the silence, the saint violently violently pressed Arecio's hand, but his strength was gentle. He really didn't feel any pain this time, only bliss, bliss, bliss, boundless bliss, the magnified bliss was tearing his reason, he glanced at the time on his portable light head.

It's a pity that the military should be looking for it, otherwise...

The free hand reached into his pocket, Ruzius touched a candy and threw it into his mouth to grind it, his hand still firmly resting on Arecio's head.

Before he sucked blood, he would pity his Arecio, which made him feel affectionate, and he couldn't do anything to belittle him here.

Because this is eternal, dazzling, his destiny wearing a flower crown.

There was a slight fabric tearing sound, and Ruzius' expression moved slightly. He remembered something that he had forgotten briefly because of bliss.

-Areci's wings.