"I think you're mistaken." Martin thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth to the girl in front of him.

After some explanation.

The girl blinked, "You mean... You are "the last savior of the kingdom," and, you... Is it a man? ”

"Yes, it sounds bizarre, but that's what it is." Martin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Actually, I'm fine today, I was a talking Dalmatian yesterday." He laughed self-deprecatingly.

Xixian was stunned for a moment, the fear of being stared at suddenly disappeared, she responded with a "I understand", and then picked up the black tea on the table and took another sip.

She really couldn't connect the beautiful appearance in front of her with the soul of a man.

She had seen many beautiful maidens and charming women before, and they might be more beautiful than the lady in front of her, but this "lady" gave her an unusual sense of mystery, and she felt that she was inexplicably attracted to it.

The fireplace burned silently, and the two fell silent again.

"Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat. I made good food. Martin said.

"Yesterday when I became a dog, I made a bowl of fish soup and gave it to Stanley to drink, it was very delicious!"

He noticed that the girl's delicate face was a little haggard, and thought of her saying that she had just come out of prison and wanted to make some food for her.

"Thank you for your concern, I..." After listening to Martin's words, she seemed to feel that something was wrong, but she was still habitually about to refuse, and just as she was about to continue, she felt her thoughts stagnate.

The words that came out of her mouth turned into meaningless babblings, and all kinds of dense and incomprehensible murmurs suddenly appeared in her ears, and the thoughts in her mind exploded, and she understood that it was a sign of impending mental confusion.

After a brief struggle, she used the last of her strength to get up, and the high-backed chair behind her was knocked to the ground, and she struggled away from Martin as she said, "Leave... I! He lost consciousness.

It seemed to Martin that her eyes were turning pure black without pupils, and her ears were becoming unnaturally sharp and wide, like those of the legendary elves.

He noticed that the girl's body had a layer of scarlet mist, which was surging wildly.

At the sight of this scarlet mist, Martin's eyes quickly reddened, and he felt a physiological urge in his body.

His canine teeth were rapidly lengthening and sharpening, and he could no longer resist the urge to rush to the girl, hug her tightly, and then bite down on her white neck.

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Martin quickly calmed down after taking a bite from the girl, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the girl in his arms close her eyes, frowning but not showing any further madness.

He found that the scarlet mist on the girl's body had disappeared, and understood that it was similar to Stanley's state, and the mist on their bodies had been inhaled by himself.

He carried the girl to his bed, and several times he almost fell. Then he covered the girl with a quilt and went to the desk.

Martin noticed that the eyes in his left palm were open again, and when he looked down, they seemed to be looking at him as if they were alive.

Suddenly, he felt something pulsating to his left, and he looked to his left, his eyes as if he had passed through countless barriers, and in the haze he saw something shining with a blue-green sheen.

He reached out his left hand and grabbed the blue-green sheen.

The light cleared, and he found himself clutching a semi-cylindrical box, made of turquoise, light but hard, with many black cracks on the surface.

The box has an ancient green shape, and the front cover is fastened with a fine copper lock, but there is no lock, much like a mailbox in later generations.

Martin frowned, it seemed that this was the "Queen's mailbox" mentioned by the man in the dream, and he just didn't know how to contact the Queen.

He opened the lid and found a letter in the box, which was heavy and yellowed, with a sentence written in beautiful floral letters:

"Tell me a bedtime story. Well... The kind of horror point. ”

Martin found that the font of the sentence was the same as the language he currently mastered, and he was perfectly able to understand it.

The tone of this sentence is very casual, as if he is instructing the servant who is responsible for putting him to sleep, but the content is strange.

"A 'bedtime story' for 'horror'? This queen's taste is a bit unique..."

Martin's elbow rested on the table and he began to look at the blank letterhead, his left index finger tapping rhythmically on his right collarbone.

This is what he often does when he thinks, and a dull "thump" can calm him down.

"But what do I use to reply?"

Martin rummaged through the box, and there was nothing in it but this piece of letterpaper.

As he wondered, he noticed that the phrase on the letter paper was slowly disappearing, and at last the letter became blank, as if there had never been a word.

"It's kind of amazing, it looks like this stationery can be recycled... So what story should I write? Well... Can't mention 'Father'..."

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly smiled slyly, then picked up the pen on the table and began to write.

As he sketched, another smart flower-style character appeared on the letterhead, and it seemed that the changes in his body also brought about different muscle memory, and he found that his handwriting was really beautiful.

I saw that the beginning of the letter paper reads:

"I have a story about a black cat, I don't know if you've heard it."

......

Xixian opened her eyes as if she had slept for a long, long night, she had not been so awake and full of energy for too long, even in her own palace before.

She saw the intricate ceiling and crystal chandeliers, and found herself lying on a large bed covered with a quilt.

She remembered that she had been in a state of confusion in the hall before, and at the last moment a vague figure rushed up, followed by a tingle of cool sensation in her neck.

She reached out and touched the side of her neck, feeling two not-so-obvious bumps, which meant that none of them were a dream.

Sixian struggled to her feet, and saw the woman, who had only grown more beautiful after a while, sitting at the table, looking at a box on the table.

She came up behind Martin and found him writing something on an old piece of paper.

"It's really a sister whose font looks as good as people." Cialcian sighed as he looked at Martin's white neck and perfect side face.

She wondered what Martin was writing, and she began to read what he had written, imagining in her mind the bard's verses, the novelist's love stories, and the wife's loving letters to her husband.