"You, what do you want to do, don't come here," the leader swallowed, his eyes rolled helplessly, he noticed the notebook in the puddle under his feet, and immediately picked it up and grabbed it in his hand, "You want this, I advise you not to come, otherwise I will tear it up!" The leader also widened his eyes and threatened loudly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dracula stopped at a distance of two meters between the two, he broke out of the encirclement, but his body was almost at the limit, the wound that was stabbed by the knife was still bleeding, he saw the moment the book was taken out of the water by the man, although it had become wet and wrinkled, but, seeing that it was intact, he suddenly felt much more relieved, and the huge exhaustion suddenly enveloped every corner of his body, and he suddenly felt so tired and tired.

"Give me back......" Dracula raised his hand and spoke weakly.

Dracula's eyes suddenly darkened, and then his vision became blurred, and his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees, and then he fell to the ground. He felt a little tired, his eyes were blurred, he saw the bloody scab on the man's head, remembered that it was a wound he had smashed out, and felt that even if he didn't punch the other party in the face, it didn't matter, what he really wanted was to be able to hold the book tightly in his hand.

He was dizzy, but he told himself he couldn't faint, and Dracula crouched forward on the ground, looking up at the man in front of him and outstretching his hand.

The leader was dumbfounded, and at this time the boy in front of him fell to the ground and weakly stretched out his hand to himself, looking more like an injured unattended wild dog, but the leader didn't dare to think like that, because the boy was pacing in bloody clothes before, and that scene was like a demon god walking out of a picture.

"Obscure, obscure, you devil, you want to give it to you!" the leader took a sip and put the notebook still in front of Dracula's eyes, he stretched out his hand, and the green light flickered in his hand.

Dracula looked at the book that was close at hand, he stretched out his hand to reach it, it was still a little, it was still a little close, but half a palm away, he could get back what belonged to him. A spiral of air appeared above his head, and then an invisible impact fell on him, and his body was squeezed by the wind and the earth, and a mouthful of sweet blood was squeezed out and coughed out of his mouth.

"You deserve it, let you mess with me, and go to hell with your broken book," the leader laughed madly, and he kept summoning air currents to attack Dracula's body, "You can't even stand up, you bastard." ”

A huge chill rose beside the leader, making him feel as if he was in the extreme winter, the indescribable fear and oppressive force made his whole body tremble, he opened his mouth in confusion, but he couldn't make a sound, he found that his tongue seemed to be frozen, the cold feeling dripped on his cheeks, with a pinprick pain, he looked up at the sky, even his neck twisted and became stiff, he suddenly saw, under the gray sky, only the top of his head this part of his head was reflected with a silvery white luster, only the top of his head fell not rain, but fine ice slag, the rain around him seemed to be frozen by the unknown cold。

He looked down at his hands again, and at some point covered with a thin layer of ice slag, and under his feet, as well, the surrounding puddles also appeared on the surface of white ice, but it was clear that not far away where Dracula fell, it was still ordinary rain and stagnant water, as if he was the only one in this extremely cold space.

"Go away. An indifferent voice sounded, and a chill ran down the back of the gangster leader.

Immediately followed by a violent wind, swirling around his body, the rapid air flow gathered into a spiral tornado, instantly crushing the nearby frozen ice, the gangster leader stood in the center of the tornado, the pressure hit his whole body, he felt that the bones of his whole body were sore as if they were about to break, and the huge fear covering his heart was like a shadow curtain, and visions began to appear in front of his eyes, which was the stimulation of his nerves by the sense of fear, he seemed to see himself going to death, and he was about to be torn to pieces by the violent wind that suddenly descended on him at this moment.

Unlike his own pediatric tricks, this is a real magic that can take people's lives.

The gangster's consciousness began to break down, he thought he was going to die in the next second, and then the wind around his body stopped abruptly, it appeared suddenly, and disappeared so suddenly, but the residual pain in his body told him that it was all hallucinations, he looked up and saw the white points of light flickering in the sky, which were countless debris formed by the initial frozen ice being completely crushed, and the ice chips were rolled into the air and emitted a faint light. Then he saw the ice chips fall.

Cheeks, chest, shoulders and arms, like a snake's bite, the pain quickly exploded on the surface of the skin, the gangster felt that his vision was rapidly dyed red, his legs were so weak that he knelt on the ground, and happened to get close to the stagnant water in front of him, he saw his appearance from the water, it was a small scar like a knife wound, countless scars were all over his skin, it was those ice chips, those sharp ice chips were countless knives, he was just in the center of the wind, and there was a rain of blades, it was a miracle to be able to survive!

"Let's go. It was the same voice as before, and the leader shuddered for a while.

He turned around in a panic, sat on the ground with his butt, the cold around him had not yet dissipated, he looked up at the figure standing at the mouth of the alley, the cold air rose beside him, the figure was thin, an excessively long shabby cloak covered his body, and the exposed legs and the ends of the hair on both sides could be faintly seen, coupled with the other party's voice, the leader reacted that it was a woman.

Hell to hell, it was like the biggest nightmare of the day, first seeing a demonic madman, and now seeing a terrifying enchantress. But he thought about it, it was all done by this person just now, the wind and the cold, his life should not be able to bear this, most likely because the other party was soft-hearted and had no idea of taking his life.

So he knew that he should get out of here at once, and he ran out of the alley without waiting for himself to get up from the ground, stumbling like a dog in the middle of the soup.

The woman didn't look at the man who fled in panic, she walked quickly into the alley, the brightness in front of her was very poor, it rained today and the moon didn't come out, but she still quickly saw the person she was looking for, the boy was lying on the ground with a bruise, no one could imagine that a child who was not yet an adult could work hard to carry such a serious injury and still have a breath.

Dracula finally caught the thing that was so important to him, and although it was completely wet, crumpled and cracked in many places, he finally got it back.

The woman squatted down in front of him, and saw the boy smile, as if the scarred was nothing to him, only the book that he had regained was the only one, which could affect his whole mood. Looking at the reassuring smile on the face of the rain and blood, the woman felt her heart tighten suddenly, as if she was being grabbed by a thorny hand, and the thorns in her palm pierced into the inside of her heart, and it hurt incomprehensibly.

She reached out and gently touched the boy's face, the cold and sticky touch crawled up the back of her palm like a small snake, the cold rain, the sticky blood, what a cold body, as if trying to carry the cold of the whole world. She pressed her entire palm up, wondering if the heat on her hand was enough for him to feel a trace of warmth.

Dracula's consciousness was heavy, he began to lose too much blood, his vision was blocked in a haze, and all his attention was only focused on the notebook that he held back in his hand again, and even the girl walked in front of him without knowing it, until there was a faint warmth on his numb skin, and he raised his head blankly and saw the face under the cloak.

The face of a tearful girl.

"You, you're there," Dracula suddenly laughed, smiling very happily, because he saw that familiar face, it was really the first time in his life that he felt familiar and missed, yes, is this your home, so you will be there, I'm a little tired, can you let me lie here and rest for a while, and then I'll let you see that I'm working hard to practice calligraphy...... "It's so dark, didn't you turn on the light, Fina." He said.

Fina suddenly felt her heart tremble, as if the hand holding her heart had loosened, but she punched her heart hard.

Why did he say that, did he think this was my home? Did he forget that this was an alley in the street? It was still raining, and he couldn't feel it? Fina's hands began to tremble, and she suddenly understood that in Dracula's eyes, the place where she was was was her home, and in his cognition, he could only stay with her if he went to her house.

He had never had a deep relationship with anyone, so it was just a little bit, so he didn't understand it at all, thinking that only by entering her house could he contact her, communicate with her, and have time with her.

Fina was stunned for a moment, and saw Dracula trembling and raising her arm, holding the notebook she gave him, which seemed to be densely written, but it was still wet with water, and the paper was too hard to read.

"I've memorized what you taught me yesterday," Dracula said in a faint voice, "I've memorized it all carefully, and the difference between the words you explained to me......

Then Dracula said in a subtle voice, gradually evoking Fina's memory, yesterday's scene has been clearly reproduced in front of the conversation between the two, he is really remembering, for him, maybe he thinks that only if he studies hard, he can always go to her house, he can always see her, and then he will work hard, because he wants to see the other party smile at him.

Fina, the words like and love, they both want to express that you have a good feeling about something. Why does a relationship have to create two words, why is it so troublesome? Dracula asked, looking at the words written in the notebook.

You're right, but there must be a difference between these two words, like is a feeling that represents admiration, appreciation or admiration, but the meaning of love is more like a feeling, it is human energy, a kind of energy that is born from the heart with action. Hearing the other party's doubts, Fina stopped what she was doing and thought about answering.

It's so hard to understand, Dracula scratched his head and frowned, is there no more popular explanation.

Well, I think about it, it's a bit troublesome to explain, so let me tell you, love is like this, something gives satisfaction to the wish to sacrifice for something, the difference between a simple description and a liking, you can think of it this way, if you are obsessed with a flower......

"Fold it off and take it away is love, and careful care and protection is ......love," Dracula recounted what Fina remembered yesterday, and he coughed and looked weak, "I'm not mistaken. ”

Is it?,Is that so?,Are you with such feelings?,In my opinion, it's just an ordinary book.,But for you.,Is it so important.。

Fina suddenly wanted to cry.

"Well, that's great," she forced a smile on, complimenting her as usual, but she put her hands on Dracula's head and pressed her forehead closer, and the other person's forehead was slightly hot, as if he had a fever, "You're so smart." ”

The back of her cloak floated up and down, the light effect of magic shone brightly, and the stagnant water around her suddenly seemed to become alive, they piled up together and rose towards the sky, and the rising stagnant water on both sides was like a city wall, suddenly bent together, turning into a water cover covering the two of them in a closed space, and the rain from the outside world merged into the water cover, and not a drop would ever fall on Dracula's body again.

Fina pulled Dracula up, resting his head on her lap and holding her hands in her arms, which would allow more of the warmth to pass through.

"Your voice is a little weird. Dracula asked dumbfoundedly.

"Why, do you have to work so hard for a notebook," she asked in a choked voice, not answering, "I'm going to die." ”

"That's what you gave me," Dracula's consciousness became more and more distracted, whether it was the sudden absence of the coldness of the rain, or the softness and warmth of his upper body, he just knew that Fina was by his side, very close, and that was enough, he felt relieved enough, "I got something from someone else for the first time. ”

"Take back the praise you just had," said Fina, "and you're still a fool." ”

Dracula felt that Fina's face was in front of him, but he was dizzy in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly, only a vague shadow, very close to himself, so he didn't see Fina's expression at this time.

It was a tearful face, so sad, so happy, so pitiful, so relieved.

She hugged the boy in her arms tightly.