It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

She looked around, realized that she was spread out on the bed, and wanted to get up, when a sudden pain hit her, from her fingers to her shoulders, the tingling was extremely strong.

"Are you awake? Don't move around, the burns are quite serious, even if you are a high-level blood, you won't recover in a few days."

Aliena looked at the speaker and found that it was Professor Sphinx.

She murmured, "I, I lost?"

"Well, I lost... I ate the dragon's breath and the dragon's power head-on once, and lost consciousness immediately." Sphinx was drinking milk tea, chewing pearls, and said with a smile: "This is terrible, better Everyone was blown up."

"why?"

"Why the frying pan? Of course it's because it was that Miu Xue'er who defeated you. She is usually soft and sticky, like a little sheep. Who knows..."

"No, I want to ask, why did I lose?" Alena couldn't accept it.

"If you lose, you lose. It is undeniable that you underestimated the enemy, but the opponent is definitely not weak. Even if you do it again, are you sure you will win?"

Aliena was silent.

"Take a good rest for a while." Sphinx said: "It's not a bad thing for an opponent to whip you once in a while."

The door of the infirmary was closed, and Aliena was lying on the hospital bed, dazed.

Then the door was opened again, and a figure walked in, it was Miao Xueer.

"That, that..." She held the fruit basket in her hand: "This is a condolence gift. I'm sorry, I'm a bit heavy-handed."

Aliena looked at her, unconsciously said in a cold tone, "Are you here to laugh at me, the defeated general?"

"No, I..." Miu Xueer was in a hurry to explain, she adjusted her mood, put down the fruit basket, and whispered: "I'm not laughing at you, but you shouldn't talk about Chaolu, she is already very unfortunate, so You shouldn't laugh at her."

"Shouldn't it?" Aliena asked back, "Why shouldn't it? What shouldn't it be?"

Miao Xueer insisted: "She is my good friend."

Aliena's eyes seemed to burst into anger, and her voice trembled: "Good friend?"

"How long have you known her?"

"Where has she taken you?"

"How long has she lived with you?"

"She can easily coax you around, you follow her like a doll cat in the hands of a lady, do you think this is friendship?"

"Your friendship is really cheap!"

She is losing her temper again.

Miao Xueer didn't know what to say, she just subconsciously argued: "Chaolu is not like that, she has always respected me... I'm just not used to standing in front, I always hide behind subconsciously."

"So you have to hide behind her for the rest of your life? I spent so much time and effort pushing you to the front of others, and after she only said a few words, you shrank back and became a shrinking turtle, didn't you?"

"No, I decided on my own... I will be very relaxed if I stay with Zhao Lu."

"And then? Before she left, she didn't even say hello? When you meet a suitor, you don't choose to come forward, but push you out and make you a villain!"

"Do you hate Chaolu so much?"

"Yeah, I hate her! From head to toe! From the inside out! So she's unlucky, I'm happy, I'm just gloating, how about it!"

Her eyes are red, originally they were very red, but her skin is fair and beautiful, but now her eye sockets are dark red, as if suddenly haggard and disfigured, taking off her elegant and proud coat, she still looks ordinary When the girl is weak, her voice is hoarse and tired, and when she is angry, she will be hysterical.

Miao Xueer opened her mouth and said softly, "Alena, you were not like this before."

This sentence hit Aliena's sore spot, she bit her sharp canine teeth, and the bed sheet was pierced by her nails.

"I wasn't like this before, so you weren't like this before! You can just live like this for the rest of your life, village girl!"

Aliena angrily picked up the fruit in the fruit basket, wishing to smash it, but she still put down her hand.

At the last moment, it seemed that she might jump down and grab someone's neck, but the ferocity quickly faded away.

She turned around, turned her back to Miao Xueer, and said fiercely: "Get out! I don't want to see you!"

Miao Xueer backed away silently, and said softly, "Get well soon."

Aliena was lying on the hospital bed, holding an apple in her hand, tears streaming down her face.

"What a good friend."

"Am I not?"

……

"Your emotional intelligence is simply earth-level," the young man laughed.

"What?" Miao Xueer didn't understand.

"Although your EQ is low, you are really lucky. The people you meet are all reliable. Stupid people are lucky."

"Although I don't understand, I know you're scolding me." Miao Xueer said unhappily, "I'm very smart."

"Okay, my smart Michelle, do you remember the ones I used before?"

Miu Xueer scratched her head and began to play dumb.

"At least remember the Dragon Blood Dou Qi first."

Miao Xueer whispered: "I try my best to learn, but they are all spells of the empowerment system and strengthening system, I have never learned..."

"Learn if you haven't learned it before."

"Obviously I'm not good at flames, why can I release such a strong flame dragon's breath?"

"Dragon breath is the release of the essence, not the fire element. It is stored deep in the body. Every time you use it, you need to rest for a long time. Continuous use will damage yourself."

"So that's how it is." Miao Xueer covered her head, "Ah, I obviously want to be a magician, why do I seem to be talented in other areas?"

"Dragonborn is a fighting race, of course, but don't you still have half of your witch talent?"

"Mr. Devil, does my witch talent still have potential?"

"You don't think your witch talent has awakened, do you?"

"No?"

"I'm starting to worry about whether you haven't done enough basic education for witches... But now the witches in the Allied countries are still safe and sound? How do you spend December every year?"

"The Scarlet Curse?"

"Yes."

"It seems that before I was born, its influence on the dark race began to be strong. I don't know why, but the influence on witches is not too great. There are holy relics in witch villages. It is said that the ancient covenant maintains witches. Safety."

"Holy relic?" Bai Wei was stunned. When did he leave any holy relic?

"That's right, the holy relic, I remember the one in our village...is a rib."

"Wait for me! Ribs? Whose ribs?" Bai Wei's expression couldn't hold back.

"I don't know, it seems to belong to a certain important person. The witch village holds a mourning ceremony at a fixed time every year. The name should be..."

Michelle recalled carefully, and then read out the name. The pronunciation she used was not a modern refined language, but an ancient pronunciation used by the witch village, meaning;

--His Majesty!

Bai Wei: "..."

It turns out that the holy relic is actually my own... body...

Although the emperor died, his body did not decay, and the bones and bones left behind still retained the power of the golden power.

The golden covenant is still in effect, and the witch maintains the covenant by worshiping the remains, which can ensure that she can avoid the influence of the scarlet curse.

But this also means that today's witches still maintain the belief of the emperor, and they are still the subjects of the emperor.

"Your Majesty..." Bai Wei didn't expect that after more than 400 years, the Scarlet Curse had expired, and the witch could still maintain her belief in the King of Subjugation, the Golden Emperor.

Even if it is said that there is no loss in believing in a dead person, it is absolutely useless. He is absolutely evil in the history of the Allies.

"Mr. Devil, what's wrong with you?" Miao Xueer asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that my time is up, it's time to withdraw."

"Summon time? Are you really summoned by me?"

"It's accidental, maybe...it's inevitable, I'm here, and I'm everywhere,” Bai Wei pretended.

"Next time, will you come again?" Miao Xueer's voice was so irritable before, but now she is reluctant to give up.

"I'm a devil, little girl, next time I come, I'll charge the price and my soul..." Bai Wei warned: "Don't rely too much on me."

"I see." Miao Xueer said she knew, but she was still a little disappointed: "Goodbye, Mr. Devil."

"Goodbye, Michelle Hope." Bai Wei didn't know if he could come again next time, this time it was a coincidence or a coincidence.

Returning to his hometown after a long absence, he was in a good mood, and the prosperity of the Allies was as he wished.

"By the way, Mr. Devil, it's okay if you have to pay the price." Miu Xueer asked full of expectation: "Can you take a look at the morning dew for me?"

Bai Wei glanced at the countdown that was less than the last five seconds, and walked into the white mist calmly, without answering.

Because time is too late, wait for the gray tide to recede, and the civil strife war should be over, unless there is another soul travel, but is this possible?

Impossible, non-existent, simply impossible.

Chapter 160 Four Blood Lord

At night, Aliena returned home, her injuries had not recovered.

The doctor on duty in the infirmary said that it would take a long time for her to heal the burnt part of the dragon's breath.

But the self-healing ability of the advanced blood is very strong, she only needs a drop of the blood of the advanced life to recover, but there is no such thing in the infirmary.

She can only go home to pick it up.

Every time she came home, she would not go through the main entrance, but through the side entrance, because the whole building was in the style of an old castle.

Not everyone of the Bloodborn likes to be retro, but the older the Bloodborn, the aesthetics always tend to be located on the top of the mountain, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

After all, who wouldn't want a Stonewell?

This stems from the tragic reality that blood descendants have been persecuted for a long time in history. Only by hiding in the deep mountains and old forests and building majestic and remote castles can they live in peace of mind. After all, there is no way to attack such a remote fortress. benefit……

Up to now, this kind of aesthetics has become a benchmark for blood descendants to show the taste and ethnic culture of declining aristocrats, which is incredible.