He Qitian's chest tightened, and the blood girl in front of him still looked at him innocently.

The girl in front of her is not as kind as she said, He Qitian is very clear about this, and the fact that she can tell He Qitian this news proves that the fate of those who are planted with blood curses is often not very good.

He Qitian felt an indescribable fear, and was crawling out of his heart.

"Don't scare me, you made this blood curse, you naturally know how to lift it, I want you to lift this blood curse for Moira. He Qitian said sharply, but what is the convincing power of his threat? Now that he is in a dream, he has no way to take the girl of the blood clan in front of him, and he still doesn't know where this girl's body is, and where she sneaked into his dream.

Sure enough, Liliel seemed to have heard something particularly funny, and the blood girl covered her stomach and laughed: "Your Excellency, hahaha...... I'm sorry, I really can't help it, why do you think that the Blood Clan must have a way to lift this blood curse?"

This is the worst news He Qitian has ever heard. If the Blood Clan really didn't have this way to lift the blood curse in their hands, then the professors in the academy definitely wouldn't have it. And if Liliel's claim about the effect of the Blood Curse is true, then ...... He Qitian didn't dare to think about it anymore, this feeling of fear of loss he had already tried a few days ago, and now this feeling came to his mind again.

"This blood curse is the original version of the curse we made by imitating our own body, if we can even lift this blood curse, we can naturally lift the curse on our own body, so what energy do we have to find that ancestor? Your Excellency He Qitian, not everything in this world has to be as you wish~ Although I like you very much, I really can't do this kind of thing. Liliel watched the man's disguise crumble a little, and an anxious and helpless expression gradually appeared on his face, which had been cold just now. She licked her lips secretly, He Qitian still had such a delicious nature hidden under his face, she really needed to try her best to suppress her desire to bite the throat of the man in front of her. Treating good men as food is really the most wasteful thing in the world.

"So that's another game, the stakes of the game, the life of your beloved Miss Moira. If you can lift this blood curse~ you can once again heroically save the beauty, and that young lady will definitely fall in love with you completely. Think about it, when the girl was isolated and helpless, you appeared like a hero and saved her life, or twice, what kind of girl is not willing to die for such a hero?" Liliel chuckled, looking at her expression, it didn't look like a blood clan, but like she was trying to make a plan for He Qitian and Moira, but this girl's face was resentful and playful, no matter how nice she said it, what she wanted to see in her heart was the pain of the couple's separation, life and death.

"But that's just the case, it's too boring, so we might as well add a code. If you can find my hiding place in 5 days, then I can't help Miss Moira, and although I can't lift the blood curse, I can help her isolate the cursed blood from her body. The effect should be the same. Before He Qitian could speak, Liliel had already suggested earnestly, "Isn't it interesting? I also want to leave a good image of the man I love, you see how much I love you, not only help you find a way, but also tell you all the secrets of the family, these things, that girl named Moira can't do these things, right?"

As soon as the words fell, Liliel suddenly frowned: "Oh~ There is a troublemaker coming, so let's set the rules of the game like this first~ You look quite tired, so I won't disturb your rest~ That's good, if you want to chat with me later, put two books on the windowsill before going to bed~ I will meet you in a dream~ Isn't it like a fairy tale?"

After speaking, Liliel walked up to He Qitian with a complicated expression, stretched out her hand and touched He Qitian's face, He Qitian wanted to dodge the outstretched hand, but Liliel's eyes flashed red, and his whole body stiffened.

"What a good man~" Liliel stroked He Qitian's face, her fingers trembling and slashing towards He Qitian's chest, and the face of this blood girl was flushed with a sickly flush. "My eyes can't completely control you, it's a lot of willpower, or something else is protecting you. It's amazing, I really want to just keep exploring every inch of your body~ It's a pity, let's fall here today~ You should wake up. Liliel hugged He Qitian affectionately, her red lips bit lightly at the base of He Qitian's ear, and a drop of blood oozed from He Qitian's earlobe, which was quickly swept away by Lilil's flexible tongue, and the blood girl let out a soul-shattering chuckle, and at the same time gently pushed the stiff He Qitian.

The floor under his feet disappeared in an instant, and He Qitian's body fell down like a free fall. After a feeling of electric shock all over his body, He Qitian opened his eyes and got up from the big bed in his dormitory.

Cold sweat had soaked through his short sleeves, and He Qitian kept touching his body around, trying to make sure if he was still safe and sound.

The little girl was still watching cartoons in front of the TV, and the sunlight outside the window shone on her angelic face, and she was fascinated by it, and her little mouth was slightly open, which was really indescribably cute. He Qitian breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that Liliel really couldn't do anything to him in his dreams, and he thought that this female bat with a honey-bellied sword wanted to kill herself in the end. The feeling of weightlessness was so real that He Qitian himself was a little skeptical that he really had just fallen back to bed from a certain position in the sky.

At this time, there was a knock at the door of the dormitory, and He Qitian remembered that Liliel had said that someone was stirring up the situation, and it seemed that Liliel knew that someone was looking for him, so she pushed him out of the dream world. There was a knock on the door three times, and then the knocker opened the door without waiting for He Qitian's consent. Natasha was holding two paper bags in her hands, and the woman didn't walk into the room as an outsider at all, just glanced at He Qitian, who was still lying on the bed, and then she focused on her goal.

The little girl turned her eyes away from the TV screen, and when she saw Natasha, her little face showed a happy and happy look, and this little beauty jumped over and hugged Natasha. "I brought her takeout, you see how thin she is, she needs to eat more. Natasha took out a well-roasted, oily chicken leg from the paper bag and handed it to the little girl, who immediately took the chicken leg and tried to open her delicate little mouth wide, wanting to bite a large piece of leg meat, but her body was too small, and her mouth was also very small, and her original intention was to eat the chicken leg like a big tiger, and it turned out to look more like a little milk cat that had just grown teeth.

Natasha touched the little girl's head dotingly and gently, and then her face turned out to be a dead face as cold as ice like a Sichuan opera, and said to He Qitian, who was still lying on the bed: "Get up and eat something, and I also bought your share, you have worked hard to take care of her in the past few days." ”

He Qitian touched his swollen head, and suddenly reacted, his brain circuit caught up with the normal line, and he hurriedly said: "Wait first, don't worry, I have something important to say." ”

Natasha shamelessly put the paper bag on the small table in front of the little girl, and the little girl cheered and took out all kinds of roast meat and fruits from the paper bag.

Natasha obviously didn't believe that He Qitian had anything important when she woke up from sleep, but considering He Qitian's identity, she had to listen to He Qitian patiently.

He Qitian quickly relayed all the conversations he had with Liliel in his dream to Natasha, fortunately, Natasha's Chinese was good, and He Qitian directly used Chinese to relay it to her, which was much faster.

Halfway through speaking, Natasha's brow furrowed. The woman said, "This information is very important, you come with me to see Demir, we may have to go to 'Niforheim'." Need to get the pass from his hand. ”

He Qitian didn't know why Natasha was suddenly so excited, but he also knew that at this time, he should talk less and follow.

Just when He Qitian climbed down from the bed and put on his shoes, he suddenly found that someone was quietly pulling the corner of his clothes. The little girl was holding a big chicken leg in her heart, her small mouth was shiny, and she was blinking her eyes pitifully, as if she knew that He Qitian was going out, and the little duck hurriedly came over to follow He Qitian, the female duck.

Natasha sighed, "Take it, she can't live without you." ”

Natasha really walks with the wind, she is such a petite woman in front of her, step by step, and He Qitian, the female duck, follows behind, and there is a little duck who is pulling the corner of his clothes and gnawing on the big chicken legs. I don't know how many students have attracted curious glances along the way. Recently, the school has been closed and students have more time to go shopping.

He Qitian had never been to the principal's office, and it was rumored that the legendary Principal Merlin used to work in a small three-story building in the most secluded corner of the college. Ever since Headmaster Merlin didn't know where to go, the building had been used by Acting Headmaster DeMille. Next to this building, which is unknown how many years old, is now planted with melons and fruits by that fat man. I don't know if this fat man has also inherited the characteristics of Chinese love farming, and the plant seedlings growing in the flower garden can be seen to be well cared for.

He Qitian and Natasha did not go to the building to look for Demir, the fat man was watering his vegetable garden with a kettle, he had a straw hat on his head, the sleeves of his robe rolled up to his arms, and a bottle of poured wine on the table next to the garden.

Demir smiled happily as he looked at the alchemical herbs that were thriving in the vegetable garden. This fat man was born into a potion refining family, he was a professor of herbology when he was young, he was proficient in refining botanical potions, and Demir's family once made a fortune by selling bad breath removers and shoe maintenance cleaners.

So Demir's only hobby in this life is to find a place to grow some alchemical herbs by himself. When he was an ordinary professor, he used to turn on the fluorescent lamp in his secret room and plant a room of herbs in the secret room. Now that the principal's three-story building belonged to him, he immediately set his eyes on the principal's neglected flower garden, and spent a month turning over the soil and planting the herbs he liked.

He Qitian looked at these flowers and plants in the vegetable garden that looked very unfamiliar, as a rookie with zero alchemy foundation, he didn't know any of these flowers and plants, but if it was replaced by Ma Ao, a nerd who could rank in the top two in the new generation of alchemists, he would be able to recognize all the alchemy flowers and plants at a glance.

Demir stretched his stiff waist, and only then would the fat man, who needed enhanced magic support for running, take care of his flowers and plants. The side effect was that he needed to rest constantly, after all, so many years of official business had indeed stabbed the personable Potions Prince into a meat chariot. Demir reached out to grab the glass of red wine and took a big sip. However, his eyes swept to three pairs of feet of different sizes.

When he looked up, he was right in front of Natasha's killer eyes, followed by He Qitian, who looked stupid, and a beautiful girl who was gnawing on a big chicken leg at He Qitian's feet.

DeMill thought to himself, what kind of lineup was this, how could it look so weird? You family of three are hanging out?, but Natasha didn't even give him time to think about it. Natasha stretched out her hand, "The situation is urgent, I need you to summon Moira to gather here, and then I need Niforheim's pass." ”

Demir took off his straw hat and didn't understand what Natasha was talking about. Until Natasha frowned and repeated it again, Demir quickly refused: "What are you kidding, did you say that I would give you a pass for Niflheim? You are not my superior, my superior is only Principal Merlin!"

Natasha glanced at Demir, she was a little unable to deal with these mixed guys, this kind of person absolutely does not exist in the hunting department, every hunting department operator is a ruthless character who never asks why. Ever since she was adopted by Galahad, Natasha has been on a mission with the Pilgrims, who are usually like ordinary people, but are absolutely obedient to orders during the mission. Natasha's life is basically spent in training and missions, and the people around her are efficient operators.

"Let His Excellency He Qitian explain to you that this matter is related to this incident and the students. So I want a pass. Natasha repeated again with a cold face.

As soon as Demir heard that this incident was related to this incident and the students, although the various agents of the pilgrims were very unpleasant, this group of people never dragged their feet in their work, so Demir gritted his teeth and took out a black electronic pass from his bosom and handed it to Natasha.

Natasha reached out and took the pass, which she had used the other day when she had escorted it into Niforheim, and there was no other way to open the door to the Golden Lunga.

"I'll wait for you in Niforheim, you explain what happened to Acting Headmaster Demir first, and then you bring Moira and the acting headmaster with you. Natasha ordered coldly, not caring at all that her level was actually lower than He Qitian, and He Qitian didn't realize this, nodded his head like a dog minion, and then pulled Demir aside with a smile.

"What!?, that group of blood clans are so vicious, and they are so deceitful!" Demir slammed the red wine glass on the table after listening to He Qitian's story. Glass shards splashed at He Qitian's feet, and He Qitian thought to himself, you look like a Maitreya Buddha, why are you as temperamental as a Tyrannosaurus rex, smashing things at every turn?

"If you dare to attack the students of my Merlin Academy, you will not take Principal Merlin in your eyes, and if you don't take Principal Merlin in your eyes, you will oppose me Demir Pedro! I will make this group of damned bloods pay the price!" Demir's round face was huddled together, not so much fierce as funny.

"I'm going to contact the hunters of the Holy See! It's still lurking in the academy!I really don't take the elite professors of our Merlin Academy seriously!" When Demir said this, He Qitian laughed with him and complained in his heart, isn't it because so many students have been killed this time because there are ghosts in your elite professors? You are really confident in the mystery of your academy.

At this time, Demir suddenly handed a mobile phone to He Qitian, and He Qitian was a little confused.

"Take it, I think you'd better report this matter to your master, if your master can interfere in this matter, it will be easier to lift the curse. Your master is also an expert at lifting curses. Demir stuffed the phone into He Qitian's hand, and the body still carried Demir's body temperature and hand sweat.

"Eh, isn't there anyone else in the academy who can lift the curse?" He Qitian asked a little strangely, and why use your phone if you have a mobile phone?

Demir's round face showed a look of embarrassment: "We belong to the employment relationship with the professors of the academy, and we do not have absolute command over them, Xiao Mo's identity is not an aristocrat, and the professors may not spend their energy on treating her, although it is not appropriate for me to say this, but the wizards are quite arrogant, and the class concept is also very strong." And if it is as you say, then this curse is not an ordinary curse, we need professionals to crack the curse, and Merlin College is strictly neutral, there is no way to invite this kind of person, and if it costs a lot of money for a girl from an ordinary family, the school board will be dissatisfied. But I can't bear to see death and not save me, so it's best to ask your master to treat me. Please don't worry, the cost is at my own expense. ”

He Qitian was a little stunned when he held his mobile phone, and he couldn't see that this fat man was so concerned with his students, and he could be called a model of teacher morality.

Demir rubbed his hands, and was seen by a young man like He Qitian, the current leader of this academy was actually a little embarrassed, and he smiled: "After all, he took over the responsibility of taking care of the students from the hands of Principal Merlin, if something happens to the students...... Although some students have already suffered misfortunes, I have to make amends. Otherwise, when Principal Merlin returns, I won't even be qualified to resign. ”

"Then why don't you hire an expert to treat Xiao Mo at your own expense?" He Qitian was a little curious, was there a difference between the cost of inviting Fenglong over and inviting an expert to lift the curse?

Demir showed a regretful expression: "Because I suspect that those people are useless, if it is really as the bloodline in your dream said, then this should be a new curse, it needs to be cracked on the spot, ordinary curse lifting experts just know more types of curses and ways to solve them." I don't think they're useful, and it's a bit like a frustration, but it's better to put our hopes in your master from the start. He Qitian nodded as if he didn't understand.

"Then you call here first, and I'll go and ask someone to call Xiao Mo. Demir's posture in this kind of incident related to his students was much lowered, especially when He Qitian's master might be the only hope for his students, and he used honorifics when addressing He Qitian. The straw-hat-wearing acting principal trotted all the way to the school's radio station, a three-story building in the most remote corner of the college, a distance he had run away.

He Qitian watched this round figure run away tightly, although this figure looked a little funny, like a bear moving its body, but he couldn't laugh, but looked at this figure with some awe. The class difference between wizards is even more serious than He Qitian has seen, and this acting headmaster can think so much about his students, the old headmaster of the academy, Merlin, is indeed a very knowledgeable sage.

Then He Qitian looked at the mobile phone in his hand, he smiled wryly and put Demir's mobile phone next to the wine bottle, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the phone that often couldn't get through. The last time I saw Feng Long in the video, he was recuperating in the hospital where he didn't know it, and he didn't know what hurt him like that, and he really didn't care about this master. In his heart, in fact, He Qitian didn't want to have anything to do with Fenglong, although the image given to him by this person was very two, but it can be seen from the reactions of the people around him over the years that in their eyes, Fenglong is not a second commodity at all, but something particularly terrifying.

The phone was connected after a few rings, He Qitian's guess was right, this product was indeed seriously injured and hospitalized, otherwise his mobile phone would not be so easy to get through.

"Hey, Young Man Lin, why did you call me again, have you solved the matter in the academy?" Feng Long's impatient voice came from the other end of the phone.

He Qitian sighed, and could only tell Fenglong what happened in the dream.

How do you know that Fenglong's reaction is not at all the same as that of ordinary people, Fenglong actually said in a happy tone: "Yo! young man! Yanfu is not shallow, you have hooked up with the blood clan! You want to reproduce the glory of Fenglong 600 years ago, and abduct a blood clan to go home to meet your parents?"

He Qitian didn't know how to answer, but he heard a very calm voice from the earpiece, like someone sitting next to Fenglong, this voice was similar to Natasha's voice, but the feelings were more cold, except for the tone, there was no emotional element in a sentence. This voice spoke in Chinese, so He Qitian could barely understand.

"Is this a tradition of the Bladed Dragon? I'm referring to provoking the Bloods. ”

He Qitian was shocked by this person's groove skills through the microphone, although this person's tone of voice was serious, but when he complained, the groove point was in the middle of the weakness, and with the words without emotional fluctuations, it was simply the highest level in the complaining world. Don't win with too many words, but complain with the refinement of language and sharp tone.

Feng Long's angry voice immediately sounded on the other side of the earpiece: "Shut up!"

"I'm wearing a mask, how do you know I'm paralyzed. ”

"Guess, get out, I'm talking to my apprentice, what are you making a fuss about, shut up!"

It can be heard that this man known as "dead face paralysis" has a strange hobby and amazing attainments in the matter of complaining about Fenglong, and He Qitian rarely heard Fenglong so angry.

"Okay, you didn't hear anything just now, let's get down to business. I'd love to come over and help you, but as you guessed from the video I sent you last time, I'm so badly injured that my hands have been broken, and I can't get to you. So this time it's up to you. Fenglong coughed twice, trying to make his voice sound majestic.

"What should I do, I won't know anything!" He Qitian complained a little weakly.

"Then let me ask you a question first, do you like that girl named Moira?" Fenglong suddenly asked this question without a head, and He Qitian was caught off guard, and the next sentence was stuck in his throat.

Do you like Moira? Say yes, I've known Moira for less than ten days, how can I like this girl? But if I don't like it, then why was I carried away with anger when I heard that Moira was kidnapped?

"Whether you like it or not, it's none of my business, it's you who wants to save her, and I'm not obligated to help you save her, right? Fenglong said as he spoke, and then the sound of cloth rubbing came from the microphone, and Fenglong's voice became a little quieter.

Then Fenglong's voice came from the microphone: "Alright, tell this one as much of the conversation between you and that Bloodline as you can." ”

Although He Qitian didn't know whose hand Fenglong's mobile phone had gotten to, maybe it was the dead face paralysis in Fenglong's mouth? But since Fenglong had said so, He Qitian could only completely repeat the conversation between himself and Liliel in his dream.

After finishing speaking, He Qitian listened to the earpiece with apprehension, but there was no sound on the other side of the earpiece, and he couldn't even hear the sound of human breathing.

Just when He Qitian once suspected that the signal was not good, a stiff voice came from the microphone: "I know, she is not very far away from you, because she can know your name, and she can only know your name from what others call you without introducing yourself." Then she's in a position to be able to hear you talking to others. She's a vampire and can't be exposed to the sun, but she's still able to contact you during this daylight day, proving that she's hiding next to you in a place that can block out the sun. In other words, she is in the same dormitory as you. Now there is no way for her to move somewhere else. As soon as he finished speaking, the man stopped speaking.

And Feng Long took over the conversation: "Hear, the range of a building, it should be easy to find that blood clan, but I suggest you don't spend your energy on this kind of thing yet, that blood clan has clearly indicated that it is interested in you, so in a sense, she will be very peaceful for the time being." And you have to rely on your ability, you can't take down a three-generation seed, so you have to try to avoid direct contact with her. The operators of the hunting department are not able to match the ability of the three generations to fight alone without a detailed battle plan. So don't get into a conflict with her until you're completely sure you've found her. And, since she can see your windowsill, prepare a bag of blood to put on your windowsill every night. This guy in the province attacked the students when he was thirsty for blood. As long as you don't provoke her, she should still be very sensible and calm. ”

He Qitian asked strangely, "In that case, why don't you set a trap and catch her when she goes to get blood?"

"Because you can't catch her at night, it's a three-generation species, even if the pilgrim hunting department is specially dispatched, you have to carry special equipment, and make a precise plan with enough intelligence to try to hunt. Right now, the killing department in your school that escorts items doesn't have the equipment and technology to do so. If your capture fails, there will be casualties, and that Bloodline will probably not honestly use the blood you gave her, if she hunts freely in the Academy, how many casualties will occur before you capture her?" Fenglong explained in detail. Only then did He Qitian realize that he had thought things too simply.

"Of course, casualties must be avoided as much as possible, and no matter whose life it is, it is not easy to deliver. I hope you will think more about this in the future. Don't look at the Internet, saying that there is no victory without sacrifice. Sacrifice is only because the ruler and the powerful are too weak to fill their own weakness with the lives of the weak. Sacrifices are sometimes necessary, but avoidable sacrifices must be avoided...... Saying more, you don't have to understand this now, anyway, remember what I said, as long as the Bloodline is interested in you, then she will not take action to provoke you, at least until you provoke her. The Bloodline rarely says that she likes others, and if she says she likes you, then she must be very interested in you. Fenglong added.

He Qitian hurriedly shook his head: "I think that blood clan is particularly lewd...... Improper ...... , I feel like it's a man she likes. ”

Fenglong suddenly smiled lewdly at this time: "Don't worry, the blood clan claims to be the nobles of the nobles, and humans are mobile blood banks and domestic animals in their eyes, so if she is not really interested in you, she will definitely not say that she likes it." According to your conversation, I can only say that the object of her liking changes quickly~ And what the hell is a lewd luan?

He Qitian's old face flushed, this stinky rascal's sense of smell was unusually sharp at this time, and he had already omitted Liliel's dress and some unimportant behaviors when he relayed it, but this old rascal still smelled something unusual from his words, and said the words he deliberately hidden.

"Then, if Miss Natasha knows about this matter, she won't let it go, what if Miss Natasha leads the pilgrims to do it?" He Qitian said his other concern at this time, the group of ordinary guys wearing uniform uniforms, full of all kinds of weapons, and tearing down walls and blowing up buildings are like drinking water and eating, and Miss Natasha has always been strong, she may not necessarily listen to He Qitian's words.

"Don't worry, Natasha won't act rashly. Fenglong said confidently.

"Not necessarily, big brother, you don't know how strong Miss Natasha is, I feel like she is a noble lady, we are all her domestic servants, and even the acting principal of the academy is called by her. He Qitian sighed that Fenglong didn't have a backache when he stood and talked, and complained to Fenglong.

"Hahaha, Sister Natasha listens to Galahad the most, Galahad told her not to act rashly, even if it is a 12-magnitude earthquake, the ceiling will fall and hit her head, she will not move. So you can rest assured. Fenglong's tone was very relaxed.

He Qitian squeezed out a wry smile, this big brother really always talks some nonsense, His Excellency Galahad has never seen it himself, where can he find a Galahad to come and tell Miss Natasha to tell her not to act rashly?

Fenglong seemed to see He Qitian's concerns, and he said in a sly tone: "The dead facial paralysis that talked to you just now is Galahad, didn't I tell you? Yes, I really didn't seem to tell you, hahahaha, it's okay, I'll fax a document to you later, you have to practice hard, it won't be a problem to remove such a blood mark." But let me ask you, have you made up your mind based on your recent active performances?"

He Qitian was stunned by the question. Have you made up your mind? Yes, maybe you have really made up your mind, from the beginning of playing your role, going back to China to brainwash and take money and leave, to now wanting to pursue an extraordinary life, I seem to have really made up my mind.

"That's good, but you have to understand what your mission is, maybe you haven't found your mission yet, but since you have decided to enter this world, then I can't stop you. Probably the hardest person in the world to convince is the person who has made up his mind. But you have to understand that since you have decided to go on in this world, I will not interfere with your decision, but I will not help you with too many things. What you gain and what you lose on this road after that is your own choice. Fenglong noticed He Qitian's silence, he sighed heavily, and said ominously.

"Huh?" He Qitian suddenly heard Fenglong say something he didn't understand a little heavy and serious, and he thought to himself, what kind of philosopher are you pretending to be a great philosopher...... I don't understand much when I speak.

"Forget it, everyone who steps on this path will grow. There are some choices that you can't regret. Feng Long sighed, "In the future, you will have to rely on yourself to follow this path, so your Qi cultivation process can't be stopped." ”

"Ahh

Fenglong wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and didn't say anything, so he could only hang up the phone, revealing a bitter smile that made people feel sad.

"Pain is inevitable. You're not the sentimental type. Galahad looked at the depressed Fenglong and said meaningfully.

"The pain experienced on the way to growth is something that the young lion cub has never experienced. And when those who have experienced pain want to teach their experiences to those who are newborn, they often won't listen. If the wound does not penetrate deep into his heart, he does not understand what it means to lose, and he naturally does not understand what it means to gain. We all know these things, but the young people don't understand them, and the tragedy we want to avoid will sooner or later torment them to the ground. Fenglong said regretfully.

"You don't stop at someone's pain. Galahad hit the nail on the head.

Fenglong raised his head and nodded noncommittally, his tone was obviously so sad, but there was a smile on his face: "For the sake of the plan, for all this, I will sacrifice many, many people, and I will also bring pain to many people with my own hands." Like I said, sacrifice is nothing more than incompetence. Just like you, can't you sacrifice the pilgrims who see you as the savior for the sake of your plan?"

Galahad turned his face in a rare way so that the dragon could not see his eyes through the gaps in his mask, "I don't understand feelings, and I don't have feelings, so I won't be sad if I do this, you." ”

Fenglong smiled bitterly, the eyes of this young man who looked like he was in his 20s were full of vicissitudes, but he was extremely firm: "There is a saying in China, it is called too forgetful, which is forgetfulness, it is clearly affectionate." ”

Galahad nodded, "Now I know why this path is still wrong. ”

Fenglong also nodded, and the two honorary members of the Round Table Council stopped talking in the ward, and the argument finally calmed down.

"It's good to see you. Galahad sighed.

He never sighed easily, and Fenglong was also stunned, and he immediately said, "This is different." ”

"It's different, I have very few friends, and you're one. Galahad pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the forehead of the dragon.

The man didn't have a trace of panic, he smiled helplessly: "It seems that I'm a fake?"

"Even if it's an impostor, it's very real. At least in terms of memory and thinking logic, you are the same as the real one. Galahad nodded, this phantom of the dragon was as smart as the deity.

"How's he growing? Fenglong asked with a smile.

"It's good, not as strong as you, but it's already able to stand on its own. ”

"That's good, that's good. Do it. The dragon pressed the muzzle of the gun to his forehead.

Galahad nodded and pulled the trigger.

Splatters of blood splattered on his mask.