Eve was on her knees at the moment, her eyes closed, waiting for the wrath of the Lord of Dusk to burn on her.

After a long time, there was still a dead silence in the cave, but the ominous aura that had been haunting the surroundings had quietly dissipated.

Eve raised her head cautiously, staring at the empty altar, her big eyes filled with doubt.

She stood up from the ground, patted the dust off her body, and looked around to make sure the Lord of Dusk was gone.

The girl was stunned, her little face was full of confusion, and her two eyebrows were together.

What does the Supreme Lord of Twilight mean?

The white teeth bit the pink lower lip, and raised their little hands to count their fingers one by one.

"Promise, don't promise......"

When she counted one hand, she said yes.

Eve wagged her well-behaved tail, assuming that the Lord of Twilight was acquiescing.

Her little face tensed, she solemnly bowed to the unoccupied altar, then touched the ears on her head and the tail behind her, and pouted in anguish.

She struggled to tuck her restless tail into her long skirt, and then stepped down from the altar, searching for something.

After a while, the abandoned Little Red Riding Hood was finally found at the entrance to the cave.

Eve carefully patted the dirt on her hat, which her mother had left her with when she was alive, saying that nothing could be soiled.

She wore a hat, hid her ears, and combed her long hair with her fingers, and Eve was the little red riding hood that her grandmother loved again.

……

in one bedroom.

Ji Yan, who was lying on the chair, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling, with a trace of melancholy on his calm face.

The two summons yielded nothing.

Just about to get up......

"Shhhh

He gasped.

The mysterious power in the body has been drained, and there is no trace left for Ji Yan, and even the body seems to have been hollowed out, without any strength.

"Is this a side effect of two times in a row?"

He lifted the thin quilt covering his body with his waist, feeling the weak and weak body, Ji Yan didn't want to move, so he sat on the chair again.

Seeing this, the chair grew two tentacles, took the initiative to open the notebook on the table, and fished out a small cuttlefish from the fish tank next to it.

It's a very familiar job.

Ji Yan looked at the soft cuttlefish in his tentacles, and was a little surprised, so he smiled.

"Hello, see you again."

It was the cuttlefish that didn't have much ink in its belly anymore.

It also has a name, Mo Yi, from Ji Yan's mouth, simple and straightforward.

The names of the other cuttlefish are in the back row.

Moichi slid down and was caught by the table.

It rolled over lazily and lay motionless on the table.

"You're already a full-fledged fountain pen, it's time to learn to write on your own."

Ji Yan, who didn't want to move, sincerely persuaded Mo Yi.

Mo Yi seemed to glance at him, looking at Ji Yan lying on the chair, at this time, four tentacles were massaging him, and it turned around angrily, leaving only Ji Yan's disdainful back.

The tentacles seemed to want to teach it a lesson, and Ji Yan patted the armrest of the chair and stopped it.

"A day's rest."

Ji Yan made a condition, and Mo Yi twisted his body, as if he had some intentions.

"Those two days?"

Mo Yi immediately jumped up, and the automatic pen wavered, although it didn't have much ink, but for the sake of a bright future, there was still a squeeze.

Looking at the pen he moved, Ji Yan showed a smile of relief.

But soon, his smile froze.

I don't think I said what to write, so what is it writing now?

Ji Yan stared at Mo Yi, who was struggling to write at the moment, and he felt his fists harden.

After a lot of waste, the chair finally succeeded in pulling Ji Yan, and Mo Yi was also tied upside down on the hanger.

At this time, Ji Yan also regained a little strength, he enjoyed the massage from the chair, opened the panel, and saw a chat interface.

The profile picture in the upper left corner is a Q version of the Lord of Dusk, and there are only two chats below, one of which is from Roman Ornjohurst.

Its head is a realistic oil painting of a werewolf head, but it has faded.

Ji Yan clicked on the chat history, which showed that Roman was offline.

He continued to click on the avatar, and the interface jumped to his personal homepage.

"Roman Ornjochst

(Offline)

man

139 years old

werewolf

From Gvasis

He now lives in Gvasis - Coral City - Mullin Town

……”

Is there only such a little information?

As far as he knew, Gvasis was located in the most remote part of the Western Continent, close to the former Eastern Continent, and there was very little mention of it in the books on the market.

How can werewolves appear anywhere?

While thinking about it, I clicked on the settings in the upper right corner and found the Clear Chat History.

"Do you want to clear your chat history?"

Ji Yan decisively clicked to be sure.

"Yes."

"The chat history has been emptied."

Ji Yan continued to check the next article.

The owner of this message is Eve, and the avatar is a photo of a mother and daughter, and the little man with a red hat inside is Eve when she was a child.

"Eve Ornjohs has approved your friend request, let's start chatting now."

Season Notes: ???

This is, is the friend system open?

Since Ji Yan loaded the system, he has never seen a friend interface, and naturally he can't add friends.

He retreated to the main interface and looked at the bottom column, and the word friend was prominently displayed.

Ji Yan clicked on it curiously, and he didn't know what the newly emerged function would do.

At this time, Ji Yan's friend list was only Eve.

Click on Eve's profile picture to jump to her personal homepage, and there is an additional function to send a message at the bottom right.

Entering the personal chat interface, Ji Yan looked at the input box below and was a little nervous, and he didn't know what form the other side was receiving the message.

Ji Yan wanted to say hello, but after hesitating, he found that it didn't seem appropriate to say something, so he closed the chat interface.

Now it is more important to make up for the emptiness of the body.

A good body is the capital of hanging.

He closed his eyes, and his tentacles rested lightly on his temples, turning slowly; At the other end of the bedroom, an old record player suddenly activates and unleashes soothing music; The bright moon has risen on the branches, and the chandelier emits a warm yellow soft light; Outside the window, there were a few screams in the city, and then quickly calmed down.

Kitchen located downstairs.

A hazy black shadow accompanied by music, holding a jet-black knife in his hand, easily sliced the ribs. It exudes a happy breath all over its body, and it seems that cooking rice is a very happy thing for it.

Today is another quiet day for it.

……

In the dark and deep forest, there was the miserable cry of crows from time to time, and Eve tried to find the direction of her home by the moonlight.

When she came out of the hole, there was no one around.

Passing by a waterhole, Eve cleaned her little face and washed the blood off her face, and the scar disappeared at some point.

Is it a gift from the Lord of Dusk?

I guess it was, after all, he was the one who prevented me from turning into a monster.

Eve silently thanked the Lord of Dusk in her heart, but thought that soon He would take everything he had, and even the joy of returning home diluted a lot.

She groped for a long time, and when she saw the bright lights hanging outside the hut, she breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know how grandma is doing now.

Eve has experienced a lot of things today, and her heart is already tired, and she can't wait to see her grandmother, and tell her grievances in her grandmother's arms.

But......

No, you can't let grandma know what happened today.

She didn't want to involve her grandmother.

Eve soothed her flickering tail behind her, tightened her hat, took a deep breath, and her slender fingers tapped on the wooden door.