A group of people silently walked on the bluestone streets of the city, each with their own thoughts. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is the main thoroughfare of the city, which should have been synonymous with prosperity, but now it is a very depressed scene, and there are no vendors selling along the streets, and there are no people walking leisurely.

The hustle and bustle of the past, the shouting of the streets and alleys, and the laughter of children chasing and playing are all empty of the past, floating unrealistically above the empty city today.

Reginald's mind was full of what Du Kekao had just said.

Varus frowned, he was intimidated by the sheer size of Noxus' company and army, and his mind was full of the appearance of their army assembled.

The group parted at a fork in the road and went back to their rooms, and the warriors went to the cafeteria to get their share of food, fearing that they would not have time for this last full meal after sunrise.

Karma returned to her temple and invoked the ancient Ionian patron saint for the war: "Great dragon Aoxing, if you hear my request, please come down to save Ionia from danger." How can we ...... How can an overseas person like Reginad shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting our homeland, that is too heavy...... It's a weight he shouldn't have to bear......"

The prayer slowly turned into a murmuring whisper, and if there were anyone else in the temple at this time, she would have heard her low sobs.

Are there really gods in this world? The kind of mysterious and great existence compared to human beings. If so, do you remember the promise you made to protect the little mortals?

She knelt on the futon in front of the idol, received no response, and at last she broke out and wept bitterly, and the sobbing slowly turned silent, and finally she fell into a deep sleep.

It seems that this is the most powerless moment of my life.

Reginard returned to his office, his mind chaotic, chaotic, a feeling of blankness after an all-night stay, feeling like his body was light and fluttering, as if floating in the air.

However, the scene in front of him made him wake up all of a sudden, and on the desk he usually uses to deploy the battle plan, there was a small head lying quietly asleep.

Ahri slept quietly, his head resting on his arms, the pointed ears on top of his head hanging naturally, and his nine fluffy tails wrapped around his body, like a soft blanket that he had brought with him, and he looked very comfortable. In the low pot next to him, Reginard noticed that the coffee was still warm.

This guy ...... Sleeping like this will compress the nerves and affect the blood circulation in the arm, and when you wake up, you must feel like you have lost an arm.

He shook his head, picked her up, lightly treaded, for fear of waking her, and slowly lifted her up by the back of her neck and knees, and picked her up from the chair.

She startled the young magician with a dreamy sound, and the tail behind her seemed to be taut with the cartilage inside. But luckily she didn't wake up, her head resting on his chest, her tail hanging loose, and she fell asleep peacefully, smacking her lips, not knowing what kind of dreams she was dreaming about—what a luxury, Riginald thought.

He breathed a sigh of relief and carried her to the next bedroom, one hand in her silky blue hair, and the nerves in the palm of the other hand gently ruled by the tender touch of her white legs.

It made him feel a little embarrassed.

With some effort, he pressed down on the doorknob with his elbow, walked into the bedroom, and slowly lowered her to the bed. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, his arm suddenly became entangled in a white tail.

Ahri, in her sleep, wrapped her nine tails around him tightly. Reginard was startled, his body already being tightly pulled by his tail.

He lost his balance and collapsed onto the bed.

At this moment, he actually released the Feather Fall Technique on himself, perhaps because he was too afraid that he would wake up her who was sleeping, and he was really reluctant to wake up with that quiet appearance.

So softly, he collapsed on the bed, and the cheeks of the two men were within easy reach, and each other's breath gently disturbed the sensitive skin on the cheeks. Quietly closed eyelids, slender eyelashes, pretty face, and soft lips.

He was stunned.

Everything in the world was instantly reduced to nothing—villages, cities, crannies in the basements, and even the majestic cliffs of the Giants, the closest to the sun in all of Valoran.

Everything is just a shadow of a blind eye, which no longer dissipates significantly, only the feeling is as real as a stormy wave.

All he remembered was kissing him, a long, quiet kiss that almost suffocated him.

He felt the tail wrapped around his body, slowly melt away with this soft kiss, and let go of the force that was tightly wound.

He stood up, stood on the edge of the bed, raised his hand and touched his lips, looking at the nine-tailed demon fox Ahri who was sleeping quietly on the bed, he couldn't tell what kind of taste he felt in his heart at this moment.

Nine-Tailed Demon Fox? Sure enough, it has a strange charm.

Everyone knows that tobacco is addictive and intoxicating, and even if someone really loves the smell of tobacco burning, they will only believe that they are addicted to it, because it is an addictive thing.

It's like no one would believe how they feel about this nine-tailed demon fox. Is it a seductive witchcraft, or is it a faint drive from the bottom of my heart? No one can tell,

Just because she is a nine-tailed demon fox, a heaven and earth spirit creature that charms all beings.

Falling in love with a nine-tailed fox is the most dangerous game.

……

Li Qing was babbling in a coma, he was in a fever, and his bronzed skin was already hot, like a copper block that had been burned by a red flame.

Soraka soaked the towel in cool water and wiped his body to cool him down, the warm towel running across the contours of his muscles, trying to loosen the tight muscles.

The blindfold that he wore on his head all the time had been removed by him, and now everyone could see the complete face of the blind monk Li Qing. Young, and quite handsome, but now his physical condition makes it impossible to pay attention to anything else.

After being seriously injured by Sain, he has been suffering from a fever, although he can't see the slightest scar from the outside, but the meridians in his body have been smashed into a mess by the powerful energy that he has resisted, and even if Soraka exerts the power of the stars, he can't completely repair the damaged part.

All she can do now is to use a cool towel to cool his body as much as possible, so as to avoid the high fever caused by this trauma from damaging his internal organs.

The room had a disgustingly sweet smell peculiar to patients with high fevers. Soraka's own face also looked sickly, she had been caring for patients in the field hospital for several days, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of herb juice for disinfection made her feel uncomfortable, and her brain was in a groggy state.

Then she can only wait for a miracle, hoping that he can use his perseverance to survive the torture of high fever.

The girl closed her eyes and prayed, and whenever she prayed devoutly, the unicorn on her forehead was shining with stars and moonlight, and it seemed as if a vague unicorn shadow was hanging over her body.

The feeling in her heart made her startled.

That familiar feeling is clearly the person who makes her feel fetters - Yi.

He was not far away, and with her spiritual power that had already broken through the mundane, she could already sense the distance. She forcibly calmed the waves of her heart, trying to determine his exact location.

But at this moment, the vague sense just now has disappeared in a flash.

It feels ...... What is it?

……

The night was clear and cloudless, and the moonlight reflected the high walls of Presidium clearly.

The sentry armor above the main tower was covered in blood, and his eyes were already full of tiredness, and his upper and lower eyelids were fighting.

Noxus will attack after dawn, they don't need to fight tonight, and there is no movement in the direction of Noxus' barracks. Besides, the most important thing is that as long as he doesn't sleep too deeply, the sound of the hook pulling the battlements so clearly in the dark night will surely wake him up.

The sentry began to find a reason to excuse himself in his heart, he was too sleepy, and the hour or two before dawn was the darkest time of the night, and it was also the most sleepy.

His head sank—

Then he rolled at his own feet, and the pain of death did not even have time to be written on his face.

Blood spurted from the severed neck, and the sentry's headless body fell limply to the ground, and a pair of red eyes suddenly lit up in the deep darkness behind him.