Endless Debt.

Chapter 343 Thurley's Love

Amyu's figure gradually blurred in the bright light, and then disappeared completely.

Familiar things surfaced in the twilight that couldn't be touched by five fingers, and Bologo saw the surrounding environment clearly again, and he had returned to the very beginning.

In the Undead Club, Bologo was sitting in front of the bar, with Seri's loving breakfast in front of him, and Seri was standing behind the bar, looking haggard about to die suddenly.

The bar was in chaos, Bode hummed a strange melody, and mopped the floor slowly.

Burrog's expression was a little lost, the cold touch of Amy's body remained on his hands, and his roar echoed faintly in his ears.

The sixth time regression has begun.

Just as Bologo was about to get up and take action, a heavy sense of exhaustion hit his heart, followed by heart-piercing pain in his mind.

Putting his hands on the bar, Burrog tried hard not to let his body fall down, and blinked vigorously, his vision gradually blurred, and there were several double images of the things in front of him.

In the previous times of time regression, Bologo had a similar feeling. As the number of time regressions increased, this negative state became more intense.

Bologo guessed that this might be the impact on himself after the conflict between his gift and time retrospective.

The staggered time axis is gradually crushing his will, but he is wandering between life and death because of the immortality brought about by the independent time axis.

There was a metallic taste in the throat, and big drops of nosebleeds dripped down.

"Are you all right, Burlogo?"

Cerei smelled the sweet blood, cheered up a bit.

"I'm fine, nothing wrong."

Burrog wiped his nose, blood staining his cuff.

Bologo is not worried about all kinds of negative states, nor is he worried about the situation getting out of control. If possible, he is ready to completely solve this matter in this sixth time retrospective.

It’s just that Burlogo still doesn’t know whether he really moved Amyu and let her come out of the cage of ego. If he arrives at the meeting point and finds that Amyu is not there, then what will happen to him in the time regression last time and this time? action, will be meaningless.

Burlogo gradually felt the sense of expectation and anxiety after handing over the right to choose to others.

Serley looked at Bolog, "You look tired, Bolog."

From Threy's point of view, Bologo had clearly just woken up, but his spirit was extremely exhausted, as if he was about to reach the limit and was on the verge of collapse.

From Bologo's own point of view, he has gone through six time regressions in one breath. In each time regression, he seized the time, eager to fight, and eager to solve everything.

If one ignores the buffer time of Burrog in the Undead Club every time the time goes back, it can be said that Burrog has been fighting continuously for a whole day.

If it is to slash demons, Bologo can indeed slash happily for a whole day. With the supply of soul debris, he is as energetic as a perpetual motion machine.

But this time is different, the fact that Burlogo is facing is too complicated.

"What's going on?" Thorley asked.

"Well, but it's a bit too troublesome to explain now."

Bologo didn't continue chatting with Seri. What should be said was that in the previous time regression, Bologo had already talked to Seri enough.

Even if he and Seri confess everything, these undead are trapped in this mentally handicapped club, and they are powerless to interfere with everything outside.

Burrog resisted the discomfort in his mind, stood up reluctantly, a blue glow flashed in his eyes, under the blessing of ether, he felt a lot better, but it was only temporary.

It was time for Bologl to act now, but he was just about to turn around and leave when Thurley stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Bologo."

"I'm very busy now."

"It won't take you long."

Bologo didn't want to take care of Serley's mental illness, so he simply ignored his words and walked directly towards the door, but suddenly a strong pressure fell on him, making Bologo unable to move.

"Cerei..."

Bologo turned his head, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Seri.

"I can feel that there is a force affecting the city."

Cerei's scarlet pupils also glowed brightly at this time, he tried his best to lift his spirits, picked up an empty glass, and mixed the wine behind the bar.

Bologo seemed a little surprised, he didn't say anything, how could Serley be aware of the existence of time regression?
"You can't help me or anything," said Burlogo.

"True, but...we can cheat a little bit."

Serley looked at Bologo with a smile, this smile made Bologo extremely uncomfortable, then Serley put the wine glass on the bar counter, filled it with various unknown liquids, and at the same time, like a witch, he said: Talking to himself.

"Add a little lemon, add a little liquor, add a little love..."

Hearing what Serley said, but Bologo didn't see the lemon and spirits at all. After he finished filling those strangely colored liquids, they had a violent reaction in the wine glass, and bursts of white smoke came out.

When mentioning love, Threi hovered his index finger over the mouth of the cup, and a drop of blood dripped from his finger shortly afterwards.

As if a strong acid was immersed in the liquid, the reaction in the wine glass became more intense, and the dense bubbles burst endlessly. After reacting for more than ten seconds, they returned to calm.

Serley did not know where to find a small umbrella and cherries, decorated it in the wine glass, and then pushed it towards Bologo.

"Try?"

"Can I say no?"

Bologo looked disgusted, he could accept both "lemon" and "spirited wine", but he couldn't accept Threy's "love".

"What do you think?"

There was an undeniable smile on Seley's face, and Bologo walked over vigilantly, holding the wine glass tremblingly.

It's not clear what Thurley is doing, but he obviously wants to help himself, but the form of this help confuses Bologo.

Gathering courage, Borrog took his glass and drank it down.

"What the hell is this?"

Burrog felt that he swallowed a fire, and the burning pain spread from his throat to his stomach. He coughed and retched forcefully, but the liquid seemed to penetrate directly into his body and disappeared.

"A gift from the night clan lord, Cerre Villeris."

Threi gave a thumbs up to Bologo, with a bit of arrogance and narcissism in his voice.If Seri could change that coquettish dance dress, this sentence might be more convincing.

Bologo didn't ask, because he had already felt what the so-called gift was, the tormenting pain in his mind disappeared, and the double image of splitting in his eyes also dissipated.

The "Thurley's Love" was unexpectedly fierce, and Bologo could even feel the full ether rolling in the alchemy matrix, as if he had been given some kind of protection as when he was raiding the venue.

"Our Night Clan has its own system. High-ranking Night Clans can actively give blood to low-ranking Night Clans to raise their ranks in the bloodline."

Threi explained slowly, "This behavior is called 'giving blood'."

Burrog said, "But I'm not a Night Clan."

"Yes, so this is used on you, it just gives you an all-round temporary gain."

"Isn't that a violation?" Burrog asked.

"Violation? I just saw that my member is in a bad state today, so I mixed a glass of wine for him to improve his state. As for what to do after improving his state, what does it matter to me?"

Serley pretended to be stupid at such a time, "I'm just a bartender? There's no need to embarrass me, right?"

The adoring look just now was gone, and the mental retardation lingered on Threy again. He lowered his body and whispered to Bologo.

"Rules are cold and ruthless. Likewise, they are stupid. Once you find a loophole to circumvent the rules, the rules will be at your mercy."

Threi whispered to Bologo, "Think about it carefully, you should be able to figure it out, right?"

Induced by Threy, an absurd idea gradually formed in Bologo's mind, and Bologo's expression became strange. He really wanted to give Threy a high-five, but felt that it was too obvious, and he should pretend Do not know anything.

At the same time, the door of the Undead Club was pushed open.

(End of this chapter)