The night sky is burning, and so is the Eternal Pavilion beneath the night sky.

The dark red moon, the red dome, and the orange-red flames rolled up, and they had to add another touch of color to the sky, as if it were not red enough.

The fire no Sato Yanhua took off the glasses, wiped off the dust covering the lenses, put them back on, and then asked cautiously:

"Well, that is...... Where do we go next?"

Catherine glanced at Nalan Twilight's back in front of her, and Yan Hua also followed her line of sight.

Nalan Twilight's left hand was inserted in the belt of his trousers, and the newly regenerated, brand-new right hand was raised to his chest, stretching and moving for a while. He maintained this posture, staring intently at the burning ruins of the Eternal Pavilion in front of him, thoughtful and silent.

"That, Mr. Nalan Twilight?" Yan Hua raised his voice slightly, "May I ask ......"

"I heard," Nalan said, not replying, "I'm just too lazy to give you an answer right away." ”

"Uh...... Really?"

Yan Hua smiled innocently, looking very helpless.

Nalan Twilight has always been so willful, and she has been so virtuous since the day she met him, and she has never changed. It's better to say that being willful and reckless, without considering the feelings of others, is the norm for vampires, and her character of trembling like a little rabbit and holding her tail is an outlier and has to be changed.

For the next minute, no one spoke, only the crackling of the wood of the Eternal Pavilion, and the flames were about to rush to the sky. It can only be said that the Eternal Pavilion is worthy of being the Eternal Pavilion, even if it is chopped and burned as firewood, the fire is more prosperous than an ordinary house.

"Wait a minute. ”

Nalan Twilight's voice suddenly rang out, overshadowing the monotonous, burning sound of wood.

"When the fire is extinguished, we'll see. ”

"There's no reason for 'she' to hide from us, and her pride doesn't allow her to do so. He continued, still facing the flames, "Since the place where we first detected her existence was the Eternal Pavilion, let's see how far this fire burns and can smoke her out." ”

"Speak as if you know me well. ”

This voice is familiar to Nalan Twilight, but he hasn't heard it for a while.

He turned his head to see that "she" was standing beside him, watching the fire with him. When she appeared, and since she stood here, Nalan Twilight didn't have the slightest impression, and he didn't notice it at all. It's as if she's the one who was here from the beginning, before him.

"Click!"

Another pillar was burned and fell, and the heat swept in, and her pure white hair and long skirt fluttered like butterfly wings. For a while, a scene in the depths of Nalan Twilight's memory coincided with the scene in front of him.

The red moon hung high, the fire was soaring into the sky, and the white and innocent girl stood lightly on the sea of corpses and blood, holding the human head she had just taken off with both hands, the godless eyes, the moment the eyes were staggered, she smiled and took away the soul. In this purgatory of blood and fire, there is only a bit of pure whiteness, isolated like a god, but perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment.

Like a painting, hidden deep in an art museum called Memory, until Nalan Twilight once again removed it from the dust, lifted the veil, and placed it in front of herself. Once again, Nalan remembered the feeling that rose from the deepest part of her soul when she first confronted it—fear.

He saw blood flow out of the frame, first in small streams, then in waterfalls. The fishy smell came to his nose, it smelled like a mountain of corpses, it smelled like this pure white girl, inflicted on him for no reason, the purest, and at the same time the most disgusting, malicious.

In a trance, Nalan Twilight stretched out his hand forward, grabbed the girl's white hair, gently brought it to his nose, and took a deep breath - it was a familiar taste. He let go of his hand, letting the supple white hair slip between his fingers, and then spoke:

"I know you as well as you know me, my 'mom'...... Sheila. ”

When the name "Sheila" popped out of his mouth, Catherine and Yanhua behind him were visibly shocked, and then took a step back in unison.

"Last time," Nalan Twilight looked up at the night sky, "Last time, when this red moon rose, it happened to be the day I was 'born'. Recall that it all started on that day, from the moment you and I met outside the city. ”

"So, you're going to say, 'This time, it's going to be over', right?"

"No," Nalan shook his head, "I'm trying to say ......"

"It's the same this time. ”

He stared into Sheila's eyes, at the reflection in those eyes, at his own image, word by word, clearly:

"And so it all began, under this red moon. ”

Then, he vanished, taking his two friends with him, and teleported a few meters away. Distance, create space, this is a signal to "go to war".

"I've seen you in my dreams, many times. Every time, I went berserk with rage, and every time, I tore your face, along with your entire dream, to pieces. ”

"But, really, when you stand in front of me," Nalan said, pressing one hand on his left chest, "my heart is like a water, and it is not disturbed. ”

"Twelve hundred years, a little too long, the first emotions, whether anger, hatred, sorrow, or pain, have been diluted and forgotten. However, my mission, the goal that has driven me from beginning to end, I have never forgotten for a moment. ”

"That is, kill you and put an end to this. You have shaped me, you have changed me, you still owe me a blood debt, and only by killing you can my life as 'myself' truly begin, instead of being trapped in the shadows of the past forever as a ghost. ”

Sheila turned, her back to the flames, facing the three Nalan Twilight. The snow-white skin was against the light, and it was distinctly ominous gray, and the blood-red eyes shone in the gray paleness. Those eyes are the same as Nalan Twilight's, which is ironclad evidence of bloodline, but the "god" in those eyes is completely different from him. Even though her eyes had bent into crescent moons, Nalan Twilight still couldn't read the slightest emotion from them, which mortals should have. Whether it was joy or anger, it was clean, clear, as if the red moon in the sky had been plucked and embedded in her eyes.

She doesn't hate when Nalan is in pain, she doesn't hurt when Nalan is in pain, and when Nalan is smiling, she pretends to laugh, but in reality, she doesn't feel funny at all. Nalan knew that he had known it for a long time, as early as more than 1,200 years ago, and this was the difference between "man" and "god". He was still torn between the love and hate of mortals, and Sheila had transcended all of that and reached another level.

"Slap", "Slap", "Slap"

Sheila clapped her hands three times, and between each of them, there was a fairly precise one-second between them.

"Just like your face, pretty speech. ”

As she spoke, her voice, perhaps because of the distance and the interference of the hot wind, seemed a little far away, a little empty.

"So, can we get started?"

Pressure, as soon as this sentence came out, the only thing Nalan Yu could feel was pressure. It seemed that there was a sense of oppression that was weighty, and with this prosaic sentence, it pressed firmly on the backs of the three of them, making them almost unable to raise their heads.

He knew that it wasn't psychological. It's not because he can't straighten up because he's under psychological pressure, no matter how powerful Sheila is, it can't overwhelm him with just one word. This is her power, the really, oppressive power on a physical level. He could feel the power, and it wasn't because she released her on her own initiative, she just relaxed her grip on it a little.

So, are you ready, teenager?

Are you ready to face the ancient legends and great powers that lie deep in the shadows of this planet?

You'd better be ready.

Because, lift your head, open your eyes, and look!

Here she comes.