Lovers Always on the Counterattack

In the dark and narrow alley, white satin is like a silent shadow, passing by in darkness. Suddenly, he slowed down, sniffed, and smelled a **** smell.

Someone was injured or even dead. This is quite normal in Black Street. Even, this is a good thing for "passers", because they may be able to pick up something good from the corpse. In exchange for some money or food.

Of course, because there are too many people on the black street who like to "pick up corpses", there are still people who use this as a bait to arrange traps, so that "pick up corpses" has gradually become a dangerous work.

——However, it is difficult to survive in the dark streets.

Touching his slightly hungry stomach, White Satin decided to take a risk. His footsteps were lighter, and he was completely immersed in the black shadow, silently touching in the direction of the **** smell, and finally saw a blood-stained figure wearing a white robe.

The man was lying on the ground, without any movement, looking like he was dead, but with his sharp eyes, the white satin noticed the other person ’s weak breathing undulations—about the last breath. It's not far away.

Standing in the shadow, White Satin calmly judged the status of the opponent, while carefully observing the surroundings, looking for any clues that might be traps.

After a while, he didn't find anything unusual, and he breathed a little sigh of relief, carefully walking towards the white robe man, and squatted down beside him.

Although the man's robe was torn and stained with dirt and blood, he could still see that the texture was extremely good, and it was obviously a cloth that the noble men of the upper class could afford. The white satin eyes were slightly shiny, and he felt as if he was lucky enough to find a fat sheep. Although the clothes had been damaged several times, he had to take it out, clean it and hang it, and probably replaced it with a small one. Money. And besides that, he might also expect this man to carry with him other good things for nobles.

White satin was faintly excited, but his head became calmer. He carefully ran his hand into the man's arms and groped, and soon touched a hard metal touch and took it out.

When he saw the thing, the expression of white satin's excitement suddenly subsided, because he knew what was in his hand—this was a sign belonging to the Holy See, and it was cast using the finest and most expensive Mithril. Represents the noble status of the Holy See.

On the continent where the white satin lives, the Holy See's prestige is even higher than the secular kingship. Because the monsters are raging here, only the Holy Light controlled by the Holy See can expel or even kill the monsters, and protect the children on the continent. people.

Looking at the Holy See badge in his hand, White Satin frowned silently, quite uncertain.

To be honest, he didn't want to provoke the Holy See at all, even if he picked up the "dead" of the Holy See, it might cause a lot of trouble.

He sighed secretly, and the white satin that had always been careful finally gave up the idea of ​​chopping fat sheep-after all, he was young and weak, and only the speed still looked. If it was not always cautious, it would not be possible to grow up smoothly.

Nostalgic coveted the valuable Mithril badge in his hand, and white satin once again poked his hand into the man's arms, put the badge back, and then carefully wiped the traces left by him.

Standing up, white satin turned with frustration, but did not expect to have just stepped forward, but suddenly his ankle was tightly grasped.

The white satin was startled, his body bounced open, and his calf flung away, throwing his hands off his ankles. He stepped back quickly, staring vigilantly at the white-robe man who suddenly regained consciousness, and silently grasped the dagger hanging around his waist with his right hand.

"Rescue ... rescue me ..." The man moved his body, turned his head, and laboriously opened his eyes, looking at the white satin.

His face was also covered with dust and blood stains, and he could not see the features of his features. His long hair was cluttered, and he could see that the color should be dazzling and pure gold, but now it looks dim and dirty, like Worst quality gold-plated product.

With the eyes of that person, the heart of white satin jumped suddenly, and a sense of pity and intolerance was born. However, this feeling did not let him give a helping hand to the other party, but it aroused the alert of white satin. The white satin stepped back a few steps again, just like the enemy.

Growing up in Black Street since childhood, the heart of white satin has been sharpened hard and sharp. He was accustomed to death, and even himself nearly lost his life several times. In order to be able to live, he abandoned his compassion and compassion early, and even a familiar person died before himself, let alone a stranger.

——It is so abnormal to have compassion for a dying stranger. Bai Satin has to wonder if the other party has done something to himself, and has used some unknown means to confuse his mind.

——After all, that is the only Holy See that can compete with demons. There is nothing strange about strange magic spells.

The right-handed dagger slowly came out of the sheath. The first reaction of the white satin was to kill the other party and clear out the danger that affects his feelings. However, the unspeakable anxiety, worry, anxiety, and concern in his heart prevented him from really getting started. In the end, white satin had to bite his teeth severely, suppressing his thoughts of trying to pick people up and take good care of them, like running away So rushed away, disappeared in an instant.

Lying on the ground and stretching out his hands, he could only watch the white satin man leaving the white satin: "………………………………”

-Saying "The grace of life cannot be repaid, it can only be promised by the body"? !!

——What makes him play in the next film? !!

The white robe spit out old blood, suffocating beyond words, and the white satin that finally escaped from that inexplicable emotion finally let out a long sigh of relief.

As a result of this accident, White Satin was confused and completely lost his interest in continuing to search for food-even if he was still quite hungry at this moment.

Lost in spirit, he returned to the room where he was living. White satin couldn't calm down and rest. He was restless and walked around the room for a long while, first cleaning up his almost empty room, and then carefully wiping and polishing his most precious dagger, but when he finished everything he could, he still Still unable to shake off the anxiety that seemed to have lost something important.

The white robe man was cursed secretly for a long time, and the white satin somber face opened the door again, and quickly returned to the place where the white robe man was previously found-he did not know what he was going to do, to save the other party, or ... kill him?

But in any case, he must first see the other party in order to relieve his anxiety.

The place where the white robe passed out was very hidden, but it was difficult to be familiar with the white satin of the black street structure. He turned around twice and reached the location shortly after, but found that the white robe man had disappeared, leaving only a piece of blood in the ground.

White satin was standing beside the blood, and the whole person was a little dull. He tried to find where the white robe man had gone by relying on the blood, but he found nothing—the person seemed to disappear out of thin air, if it was not the blood on the ground. Still clear, White Satin couldn't help but doubt that he had an inexplicable dream ...

Since then, White Satin has never seen the figure of the white robe again, and his life seems to have returned to the previous pace-dull and boring, everything is working hard to live, and dangerously exciting to fight for a small mouthful of food, Fighting endlessly.

However, whenever the night is quiet and lying alone on the bed, the white satin always remembers the dying white figure, even in the dream, the shadow still remains.

On several occasions, Bai Sang dreamed that the person in white robe lost his breath in front of him. The pain of the sky breaking up suddenly made him suffocate, and finally he awakened from his sleep with cold sweat, but he could only turn his eyes to the side until Tianming, No more sleepiness.

As the quality of sleep plummeted, White Satin's temper was a lot worse, and the fight was fierce and fierce, making the rest of the Black Street residents unable to walk around him, for fear of causing this guy who suddenly changed his style of painting.

Even the only Hei Qi who was close to White Satin and had always been taciturn could not help asking what had happened to him, why he suddenly became ... so abnormal.

White satin was silent for a moment, telling himself what happened over a period of time.

After Heiqi heard it, his face was a bit strange and weird: "This reaction of you ... is a bit like the protagonist in the so-called 'love' story told by Grandpa Hans-won't you like him?"

"How is that possible ?!" White satin exploded suddenly, staring at Heiqi with dissatisfaction, "I didn't even see what he looked like, how could I like him!"

"... That's right." Heiqi nodded. "Although there is a word called 'love at first sight', it also requires 'see'."

White satin hummed and shook his dagger: "It must be that he was afraid that I would kill him, or that he wanted to seduce me to save him, so he cast a spell on me! What a bastard!"

Hei Qi looked at the white satin with pity, and also felt that this statement was probably the most likely truth-although he did not know whether there were such powerful spells in the world.

"If I meet him again next time, I will never let him go!" The white satin-colored Li Nei vowed to hide her guilty conscience. Because even he didn't know, if he saw the white robe man again, would he dare to pounce on his revenge, or quietly relieved and reassured that the other party was still alive.

In the midst, some people may indeed be unable to bear their memory. On the second day of the discussion between the white satin and Heiqi on the topic of white robes, a big event that suddenly made the whole black street happen—the Holy See of the Holy See Will go to Heijie and choose his own personal servant.

After hearing this news, everyone was very surprised, because the Holy See has always been synonymous with holiness, and Black Street is just like its name. The fish and dragon are mixed with all the dirty and inferiors that have been abandoned and rejected by ordinary society. people. The two are in heaven and one in the earth, and it is impossible to be linked together. If the Holy See of the Holy See wants to choose a personal servant, there will always be countless little masters or pure children who grew up in the Holy See. Race to serve, it is impossible to come to Black Street to choose.

The people on the Black Street couldn't understand what these noble masters were thinking, but they were too lazy to understand-the only thing they knew was to try to seize this opportunity to get out of the Black Street and make themselves better.

Therefore, on the day when the Holy See arrived, the black street, which is famous for its dirty and messy appearance, was completely renovated. The officials responsible for the reception were afraid that the dirty black street would stain the noble and pure body of the Holy Son, at the expense of heavy money Cleaned up and down, and the residents of Heijie also rarely paid attention to their appearance, trying to make themselves look cleaner and tidy.

Of course, the turbulent atmosphere in Black Street did not affect the white satin. He was a bit abnormally clean, and was often ridiculed by other people in Black Street as pretense, so there was nothing to take care of. The only change was probably to receive a relief grain from the official, which was a rare meal.

In the face of this meal, white satin is quite in line with the arrangements made by officials in order to meet the "holy car". He followed the rest of the black street to the rare but neat streets, and then in After faintly seeing the figure of the Templar in silver and white armor, he obeyed the password and fell down on his knees.

The speed of the Holy See queue was not fast. White satin kneeled with numbness in his knees. Only then did the knights take solemn steps and walk in unison.

With his head buried, White Satin could only see one pair of boots. He couldn't help yawning quietly. He always felt that the knights' powerful and rhythmic footsteps were hypnotic, which made him faint. Sleepiness-after all, he had a nightmare last night, and now he's really sleepy.

While the white satin was thinking when he could go back to sleep, a white robe stopped suddenly in front of him. Above me, there was a voice of no joy, no sorrow, and an ethereal soft voice: "Look up your head."

The white satin did not respond at first, and it wasn't until Heiqi, who was kneeling next to him, poked him, which made the white satin draw the attention away from the sky.

He raised his head subconsciously, and the white satin faced the person's lowered gaze in front of him, and his eyes narrowed suddenly, and the whole person became tense.