It's night.

Two figures flew by, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

A purple-black kite-like butterfly swirls and flutters under the night sky, sprinkling a dark glow.

With a slight click of the black boots, the black-robed figure landed on the giant stone statue first, and a faint silver streamer looming under the hood could be seen. Behind him, a white robe followed and fell, the evening breeze blowing, and the robe hunting sounded.

"Right here?" Under the hood of the black robe, a girl's voice came out.

"Hmm."

A slightly cold voice.

The purple-black kites flew beside the two of them, quietly spreading their wings.

The black-robed girl raised her arm, lowered her hood, and looked at the city below with silver eyes.

Intricate streets with twinkling lights.

"There." The white-robed girl pointed to a point of light.

Dark alleys, dilapidated wooden houses, hung with a shabby rusty silver lamp.

A little purple-black is attached to the wood door.

"Hey, the bearer of the crown is inside?" Qingluan saw the purple-black at a glance, it was the paper kite's kite, and the kite's butterfly was attached there at this time, which could only mean... Their goal is inside.

"Hmm." A cold voice slowly came from under the hood, "Bearer, Berserker Antonit." ”

"Berserk?" Qingluan tilted his head and touched his chin, "It seems to be a little interesting." ”

The black eyes under the hood of the white robe seemed to look over.

Qingluan casually put on his hood to cover his face, "Apart from us, what other forces have found him?" ”

"Tripartite." The paper kite has its head sideways, and its slender hand is pointed.

The purple-black kites flying in mid-air spread out and fell in three directions towards the city.

"Is it strong?" Qingluan asked.

"Strong."

"Is it stronger than you?" Qingluan tilted his head.

The paper kite did not speak.

The cool breeze of the night swept through the robes.

Qingluan smiled, "I'll go meet this carrier." ”

"Okay."

Before the words fell, the black-robed figure disappeared in an instant.

In front of the dilapidated wooden house in the alley, the black-robed girl slowly appeared, her figure in a trance, as if abruptly blending into the dilapidated chaimen.

The room was quiet, the candles were shining, and even the furnishings were only a few pieces.

Qingluan looked around, stepping on the sky spider silk in mid-air, moving forward step by step.

"Ahem, ahem... Ahem..."

The little ear moved slightly, and there was an intermittent cough sound that seemed to be that of a woman. Qingluan looked sideways, slowly moving towards the source of the sound, and around the corner was the bedroom, on the bed lay a woman in her twenties, pale and weak, with a sunken face.

The breath is very weak, and it seems...

I can't survive tonight.

"Ahem," she clutched her lips, as if trying to suppress one cough after another.

Who is this person?

Qingluan tilted her head, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

With a slight sound, the tall figure strode in and rushed to the woman's bed with a decoction.

"Luise, how are you, Luise..."

"Ahem. . . I.. I'm fine—" The woman shook her head weakly, revealing a small smile.

It's just that her current face and smile made Qingluan who was watching on the side a little hairy.

"Luise, bear with me, soon, soon you'll be fine." The tall man held the woman's emaciated palm, his tone was firm, and he showed a little pity and love.

"No," Louise shook her head slightly, weakly, "Antonit... You.. You leave me alone.."

Hey? Bearer of the crown?!

Qingluan looked at the tall man in surprise, with slightly blonde curly hair, his face was pale, he hadn't cleaned his chin for a long time, his chin was full of stubble, and his pale green eyes were bloodshot.

Also... Being hunted down and killed by several generous forces, how can you rest well?

"No Luise, my Luise, in three hours, the crown will cure you." Antonite grabbed the woman's hand and looked at her urgently, "So Luise, promise me that you must not give up!" ”

"Antonite... No.. Don't do it for me.. Wasted crown .." Luise looked at the man in front of her gently, her eyes cloudy, "You should... There should be a better future..."

"Nope! I don't want it! He lowered his head and said hoarsely, "Luise, you are my future." ”

Oops, I've seen a deeply emotional scene.

Qingluan touched his right eye, and the pitch-black pupils suddenly cracked, burrowing out a strange silver vertical pupil. But it is slightly different from the silver vertical pupils in the past, if the paper kite is here at this time, it will be strangely found that it is no longer a void eye, but has been transformed into an entity.

In the field of vision, the values of various attributes appeared on the two of them.

Anthonyt

Race: Human.

Age: 18

Class: Berserker

White letter crown bearer.

... This big brother, who looks almost twenty-five or sixteen years old, is he actually only 18 years old?! Qingluan sweated a little, but this person's value is very high, especially the strength value, one can beat ten her!

Then, Qingluan's gaze moved down and fell on the woman on the bed.

Louise Minbengen

Race: Human

Age: 24

Profession: Bard

Countdown to death: three hours.