Reginard knew that it was a dream, and that the world in the dream was blurry, gray, and even the outline was rough lines, as if it might collapse at any moment. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This time the dream was more volatile than any before.

He knew it had something to do with his physical condition. Whether or not it can survive this time seems to depend on creation.

However, in this chaotic dream, the man was still clear - black, with a long sword, standing in front of him.

A chill arose from the bottom of my heart from afar.

Sure enough, no matter how reckless he is, no matter how optimistic and narcissistic he is, he will never be able to deceive himself, and he will never be able to hide his subconscious fear of this fateful enemy.

Because he's Du? Kekao.

The embodiment of fear, destruction, subjugation, power -

No, these four words are limited to describing the vast militaristic state of Noxus. The man who brought this chaotic city-state dominated by violence to its knees is undoubtedly more terrifying than this country.

"You can't win." The thin lips opened slightly, and the sentence was lightly announced.

"I know." He said.

"Why bother?" The chuckle in his nose seemed to mock his incompetence.

"Varolan will never be conquered by this bloody slaughter!" He held his head high.

"No, it's not me who brings disaster to this world." The man in black corrected, "And that person is you, Rigginader." ”

His voice suddenly drifted to his ears.

Reginard was startled, and hurriedly raised his hand, inexplicably adding a blade in his hand, blocking the blood-colored blade.

He noticed that his outfit, trousers, cape, soft armor, looked like the outfit of some legendary dragon slayer, which he had never seen before.

It's handsome, and it fits well, he thought.

These are all out of thin air. Of course, dreams are always inexplicable.

He blocked a menacing sword, and struck back, and the blade slammed into the air. The man who suddenly appeared on the flanks vanished like a cloud of air, and then appeared in the air behind him.

The figure twisted a few times, as if it had melted from its position and reassembled in its current position.

Is it magic? Why can't I feel a hint of magic fluctuations?

Even if it is a dream, his dreams are always connected to the image of the future.

Hope is just a dream.

The man in black smiled and said:

"You can't win me, I said."

……

The light flickered, and a cluster of flames ignited.

The house had been abandoned for a while, and sure enough, after Master Rito died, Irelia was taken into the city by her brother. I really don't know when we will be able to meet.

Ahri looked at Reginard, who was lying flat on the bed, his slender palms supporting his cheeks.

She placed him in Irelia's room, not Master Rito's, which still smelled faintly of herbs and death.

That's not a good sign.

She subconsciously wanted him to stay away from that aura.

In fact, a room is a room, and even if someone dies in it, it will not bring any curse or calamity—a difference that only a stupid human would care about.

But now I've become so stupid.

She thought unhappily, but there was nothing she could do to stop herself from being so stupid. She was afraid in her heart, who knew if this statement was true or false, even if there was a 1 in 10,000 chance of bringing disaster, she was afraid that it would happen to him.

The orb's light flickered, emitting a soft magical light through Reginald's skin.

She's done what she can.

The spirit of life was constantly pouring into Reginald's body, but the bleeding from the wound could not be stopped. Relying on the replenishment of the life spirit alone can only help him make more blood, and then flow out of it.

Irelia had a lot of herbs at home, but she didn't know the green stuff at all, and she couldn't tell which ones were for healing injuries and which were ordinary vegetables.

She could only do her best to keep him alive.

Reginad is a living human, not a fox, and she can't use the power of spirit to heal his injuries directly.

Who will come to his rescue? They now seem to have been thrown to an isolated island at random by fate, and they are helpless.

His breathing began to become a little scrambled, and wrinkles wrinkled into distressing fine lines on his forehead. Ahri quickly put her hand to his forehead.

It's hot.

He had a fever. Untreated wounds have some infection.

Didn't he heal his wounds in Ionia? The injury was not light, and he rode a fast horse all the way here, so far away, so urgent.

Ahri thought as she leaned down and soaked a white towel in a wooden bucket of water that had just been brought up from the well outside the house, and of course it took a lot of trouble to move it into the house. A long line of water dragged from the doorway to the barrel beside the bed.

This underground water, which has not seen the light of day all year round, exudes a bone-penetrating coolness. The cold water, the stinging in the hand is a little painful.

Is...... A sucker! Lunatic! Why don't you have a good rest in the city?

As soon as she thought of this, her tears couldn't help but fall down, and the hot tears fell on the soft white towel, and the soft woolen cloth absorbed water and warmed the cold temperature of the towel.

She lifted the back of her hand and wiped the tears from her cheeks. How could she be so vulnerable? How is it now more and more like a sentimental human being?

It must be because of the human spirit that I have absorbed that I have slowly become human. Ahri thought. It's really annoying.

In fact, deep in the heart of every fox, there is a desire to become a human, and the desire for this demon fox between a human and a fox is particularly strong.

The mood is strange: the predator envies its prey, just as a cat occasionally envies a flying pigeon.

But there is a clear contradiction in my heart, and there is some vague resistance, as if I am afraid that I will become the one who makes me hate-

A hypocritical, vain, and hypocritical species.

This is a rebellion against the instinctive tendency in her heart after she has spiritual intelligence. It looks a little stupid. Maybe it's another instinct of intelligent beings, right?

Reginard on the bed muttered in a daze, his brow furrowed, his words ominous, but a look of pain. All of Ahri's thoughts were like cirrus clouds covering the sky, gently swept away by a passing gale.

Either way, as long as it's for him.......

She wrung the towel half-dry, the cold water spilling from her fingers making her feel slightly sober.

She sat on the edge of the bed, tried to restrain her tail, not wanting the fluffy fox tail to bother him, and gently put the towel on his head.

Ahri frowned suddenly.

The breath in this room......

Smell, this is the most sensitive thing for beasts, the senses that humans have long degenerated, the only intention that cannot be concealed.

Familiar, with a strong killing intent.

A drop of water, dripping from the roof, falls into the bucket with a subtle "thump".

"The guy on the beam, don't hide it anymore." Ahri said with a solemn face, and slowly stood up from the side of the bed.

The fox-tailed girl who was caring for the wounded and weak alone disappeared, and the powerful magic gathered in her body, exuding bursts of terrifying coercion.

This is her, not Ahri, but the real ......

Nine-Tailed Demon Fox!

What answered her was two sharp knife winds.