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It was late at night.

The windows of the room were tightly covered by curtains, and there was no light, no moonlight.

In the deep darkness, a vague outline gradually became clear.

Xia Lan leaned back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head, and he didn't know when he had been in this meaningless posture.

Occasionally, he would close his eyes, and occasionally he would take a sip from the barrel that was within reach of him, and the corners of his mouth, his clothes, and even the stains of filthy wine could be seen.

He rarely drank, and when he did, he drank a lot, a lot.

He was accustomed to drinking in large gulps, in pleasure, and in endless drinking...... Until I am willing to be completely anesthetized by alcohol, I don't want to think, I can't think, I'm empty, I don't have troubles.

However, the more you drink, the more you stimulate the fragments of memories buried deep in your heart.

Pain or relief, joy or sorrow, or unbearable......

For some reason, bits and pieces of the past life began to quietly emerge with the erosion of alcohol.

Xia Lan, no, he is not called Xia Lan.

My name is Xia Xun, "Xia Lan" affirmed the identity of her previous life in her heart.

He was born in a very good era, a time of true world unity.

War destroys the decaying past, and war rebuilds the future of humanity.

The history of hundreds of years ago is always talked about, and the human beings of hundreds of years ago always make people sigh.

For Ziyou, for peace, for profit...... The greedy and unwilling Yu Wang, the temptation of the devil in the heart, it was they who pulled down the curtain of their own times with their own hands.

However, this is all in the past, and it is useless to say more.

Xia Xun had an ordinary life, if he hadn't died unexpectedly at the age of 24.

He remembered his parents who loved and cared for him, he remembered the experience of rebelling and leaving home that year, he remembered the girl he loved when he was born, and he remembered the work experience of being framed by a colleague and resigning angrily......

He began to escape from reality, he began to indulge in games, and every month, relying on zhèngfu's subsistence allowance to live a difficult life.

He often lies in bed in the middle of the night and thinks, what is the purpose of living? Is it just waiting for death?

He didn't know.

Until......

He's dead.

……

"I never imagined that a woman would hit a man so strongly."

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice appeared in the dark room.

Xia Lan's fingers moved, and the fingers wearing the void ring instantly flashed a faint light, and a sharp long sword blooming with the brilliance of the inscription appeared in his hand.

"If a swordsman can't be vigilant enough, then he will end up like you."

Xia Lan didn't move, or rather, he couldn't.

Because, the back of his neck was pierced by a cold blade, and if he moved, he would die.

Alcohol paralyzed his perception and paralyzed his reactions.

He missed the best time to respond.

"Who are you?" Xia Lan said coldly.

"My name is Bedwin." The stranger said lightly.

"It turned out to be you." Xia Lan laughed, "What, could it be that His Royal Highness the Great Prince sent you over to kill me?" ”

He knew who he was, and according to the information from Old Shak, Bedwin was the most trusted and loyal subordinate of the Great Prince, and at the same time held the key person in charge of all the intelligence forces of the Great Prince's forces.

"No, His Royal Highness the eldest prince didn't ask me to kill you." Bedwen's words were full of ridicule: "You are not worth it for me to make a move. ”

"So what's the point of visiting late at night?" Xia Lan clenched his sword, always vigilant at the back of his neck, and said calmly.

"I just want to know what kind of value someone who can be favored by His Royal Highness the Great Prince, but unfortunately, you disappointed me." Bedwin said in a deep voice.

"I didn't expect His Royal Highness the eldest prince to finally start trusting me." Xia Lan pretended to sigh.

Bedwin snorted coldly and said, "I don't know if His Royal Highness the Great Prince will trust you, but I will definitely not trust you." ”

"It's a pity that you're not His Royal Highness the Great Prince."

"I know what you're thinking, do you think I won't dare to kill you? Even if he kills you, the eldest prince will only blame me innocentiously. ”

As he spoke, Bedwin pierced the blade of the sword in his hand through the skin on the back of Xia Lan's neck, and a trace of bright warm red liquid slowly emerged and flowed out.

"Why don't you stab it, or do you dare?" Xia Lan felt the killing intent behind her, the corners of her mouth were hooked, and her words were full of irrational mockery.

"You're a smart man, but sometimes you shouldn't provoke me."

The blade is one point deeper.

"Because I'm a smart person, I know you're not going to kill me now." Xia Lan withdrew the long sword in his hand and laughed softly as if he had given up resistance.

He guessed right, Bedwin didn't dare to kill him.

The blade behind his neck slowly left his skin and disappeared, but the killing intent on Bedwin's body did not fade at all.

"I really can't kill you without the order of the eldest prince."

"Because of this, you will be the most trusted person of His Royal Highness the Great Prince."

Bedwin's figure left behind him, walked to the sofa in front of him and sat down, the darkness didn't seem to affect his vision, he looked at the wine barrels scattered around his feet, and sneered at Xia Lan, who exuded a rich wine in front of him, "You are very good at drinking." ”

"Do you want to be together?" Xia Lan put the extra wine barrel beside him heavily in front of him and smiled.

"Are you qualified?" Bedwin said dismissively.

"There is no so-called qualification to drink, you can drink if you want, and you don't drink if you don't want to." Xia Lan stretched out her hand and wiped a handful of the blood flowing on the back of her neck, brought it to her mouth and licked it lightly, slightly salty and slightly fishy.

It's his blood, but it won't come out in vain.

"The eldest prince has helped you solve the future troubles of the Potlem family, maybe without the eldest prince, they wouldn't dare to do anything to you." Bedwin squinted his eyes lightly.

"That's why I've been working hard to get promoted to the top swordsman."

"Superior swordsman, such a young and talented superior swordsman, I'm afraid I can't find a few in the Adria Kingdom... No wonder the Great Prince has a crush on you. Bedwin replied.

"Thanks to His Royal Highness the Great Prince's discernment." Xia Lan smiled.

"But you will never be truly trusted by His Royal Highness the Grand Prince." Bedwin said coldly.

"But all I really need is to take back what was once mine." Xia Lan smiled at Bedwen.

Without absolute darkness, it would not have been possible to blind the eyes of the superior swordsman.

"You're not Norvid Sillandov Yare." Bedwin suddenly sneered.

"Who can prove that I am not Norvid Syrandolph Yare?" Xia Lan objected-for-tat.

"I don't want to know who you are! But if I find out that you have any actions that are unfavorable to His Royal Highness the Great Prince, I will kill you as soon as possible! With that, Bedwin stood up and looked down condescendingly at Xia Lan.

"I'm sure you won't come to me for nothing." Xia Lan clasped her hands and didn't care about him.

"Indeed." Bedwin nodded slightly. "I'm here this time to remind you of something."

"What's the matter?"

"Your killing of Ambofen is exposed."

"Exposed?"

"Maybe you don't know, the magistrate of Tonghua District, Delov, has been tracking and investigating your whereabouts these days, and even the little girl of the Alchemy Society you hooked up with has been involved...... I think you should know what to do. ”

A gust of wind blew the curtains that covered the windows, and a little moonlight lit up the darkness, but in the room, Bedwin's figure was long gone.

"Delov?"

Xia Lan frowned lightly and muttered to herself.