"Ahem." An Chen's body twitched, and he collapsed on the bed with a helpless look, and some black liquid was still flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Satisfied, Sindra placed the empty bowl on the table, clapped her hands, and said in a pleasant tone, "It looks like you're having a pretty good time, I can consider making it for you a few more times." ”

"No!" An Chen hurriedly sat up: "Next time it's still me, I'll come by myself." ”

"Now." Sindra shrugged her shoulders, "You're a wounded now." ”

But, I feel like I'm going to die a few more times like this. An Chen's face was completely gray, and he stiffly held his forehead.

"I said." Sindra looked at Anchen, who was pale, with a light smile: "Anchen, you don't like it here, do you?" As he spoke, his eyes avoided slightly: "It restricts your freedom, and there is still a person like me." ”

Uh, don't you like it? An Chen scratched his cheek sullenly: "Although it was true at the beginning, yes." But it's actually okay to stay for a long time. ”

"That's right." Sindra looked at An Chen, was silent for a while, pursed her lips and smiled: "Then, how about I let you go?" ”

Yes?

Anchen was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at Sindra, obviously not expecting her to say such a thing at all.

"You think, my rune source in your body has been given to you, and I don't have anything to control you now, if you want to leave, I can't keep you, can I?" Sindra smiled and squinted at the ceiling, "It's better for me to let you go." Right? As he spoke, he looked into An Chen's eyes again.

Let me, go?

"Ahh An Chen was a little at a loss, she just lowered her head and looked at her hands, she didn't know what to say, and it took a long time to hold back one word: "Hmm." ”

She really hates me. Looking at Anchen with her head down, Sindra still smiled lightly, not letting Anchen see the gloom in her eyes.

Cautiously stretched out his hand and lifted Anchen's black hair hanging to the side. What's more, she shouldn't accompany me to face the darkness, she deserves a better life, doesn't she? With inexplicable nostalgia, Sindra put down the hand on Anchen's cheek: "Your body recovers quickly, when your injuries are healed, let's go." ”

"Alright." Sindra stood up in a purple robe and dragged it on the ground, the silver-white leaf bracelet on her wrist with some halo, looked at Anchen, smiled and touched her head: "Have a good night's sleep." After saying that, he turned around and slowly left.

In the empty room, Anchen was lying on the bed, the evening breeze blew the window with some chill, and the lonely lamp shook with some silence.

As the night wore on, the forest became quiet, and even the chirping of insects among the trees became dull. The door to the room was silently opened, and Sindra walked in. By the moonlight, she gently stroked her hand on Anchen's sleeping side face, Anchen slept deeply, and Sindra hooked the corners of her mouth.

After a long time, she slowly leaned down and kissed the other party's lips unfamiliarly.

Theoretically, as long as An Chen's body has enough rune power, no matter how seriously injured, it can recover quickly. In fact, it should be the same, the next morning, Anchen had almost recovered.

She changed into the familiar cloak and leather armor, and with the unsheathed dagger hanging from her waist, she walked out of the mid-air fortress with Ahri in her arms, who had not yet woken up. Sindra didn't come, and under the old tree, the shadows were a little sparse. Anchen turned his head, took a deep look at the fortress, and jumped into the sky.

She didn't see that on the third floor of the fortress, Sindra stood by the window, quietly watching Anchen leave, subconsciously touched the bracelet on her wrist, and walked back to her room a little blankly.

In the deep corridor, Sindra walked alone, gradually stepping into the darkness of the shadows. Does she regret it? She regretted it. But she will still go for revenge, only this time, will she let anyone be implicated.

This is the path I have chosen, and I will walk it alone, even if it leads to deeper darkness. - The Dark Führer, Sindra.

The soil was a little wet after the rain, and there were some fallen leaves and twigs in the soil, and some small insects were walking through the soil, apparently, maybe the heavy rain last night washed away their home.

Anchen was holding a bottle of sake while hurrying on the road, while Ahri was holding a bun and munching on it intently, and the oil stains were sticking to Anchen's cloak.

"If you put these things on my clothes again, I won't buy you buns in the future." Anchen stepped on the soft mud on the forest path, but did not leave any footprints, and patted Ahri's head a little depressedly.

"Whew." Ahri ate the remaining half of the bun in one bite, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, rubbing his stomach with satisfaction: "Separate." ”

"Hey." An Chen pressed the unlucky fox's head and rubbed it fiercely: "You listen to me carefully, bastard." ”

"Squeak." Ahri twisted his head uncomfortably, wanting to shake off Anchen's hand, but he couldn't shake it off, so he could only call out unhappily.

An Chen wanted to say something, but he was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and moved his nose: "The smell of blood?" ”

Ahri also raised his head and sniffed in the air, but he didn't smell anything, and his neck crooked: "Squeak? ”

An Chen glanced at Ahri: "What is the use of you fox." Saying that, Anchen turned his head to look at the bushes on the left, which came from there.

Frowning, he hugged Ahri and pushed aside the bushes on both sides and walked into the depths.

The forest is already close to the edge of the forest, and it won't be long before you can see the next city. On the other side of the grove was a flat clearing. In the clearing, two long swords were stuck in the ground at an angle, and two people fell to the side of the sword, looking like they had been unconscious for a long time, only the breath of the ground was still in and out.

The injuries suffered by the two people were very similar, one could even say almost the same, on the chest, a knife mark tens of centimeters long.

An Chen walked out of the bushes, looked at the scene in front of him, and grabbed his hair helplessly: "So, I'm really unlucky." ”

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