Texas please kill me

Vic turned sideways, lowered his body, leaned back, and pulled his right hand outward, so that his body fit into Celinina's arms. His elbows were slightly outward, and he pressed against Celinina's waist mercilessly.

Celinina snorted, and as soon as she loosened her right hand, Vic snatched the long sword from her hand.

Vic let go of his hand, put the sword back into its sheath, looked at Celinina, who was clutching her waist and abdomen, breathing a little shortly, and smiled with narrowed eyes. "Not bad, Cellinina."

Celinina looked indifferent, ignored Vic's words, just took back the long sword from Vic and put it back into its sheath, and sat back silently by the bonfire, thinking in her heart, in the battle just now, her mistakes and what could be done. Do better places.

Vic didn't care, and just sat next to Cellinina.

Syracuse in winter is often very cold after night falls. If there is no shelter in the wilderness, if there is another rain or snow...

Every year because of this, there are not a few people who freeze to death every year and cannot even find their bodies, but can only be buried in the wilderness.

Therefore, in the wilderness, learning to distinguish the weather is a crucial part.

Vic stopped looking up at the sky, just stood up, looked at Cellinina, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Let's go, find a cave to spend the night, it's going to snow."

"?" Celinina frowned slightly, and also looked up at the sky, but she didn't see anything. She didn't understand how Vic knew it was going to snow.

But she didn't refute. She just extinguished the bonfire, picked up the remaining dead wood and dry wood, stood up as well, and climbed onto the back of the black mist giant wolf.

Vic withdrew his right hand hanging in the air, and while controlling the giant black mist wolf to run forward quickly, looking for a shelter tonight, he spoke softly, explaining the weather knowledge on the wilderness to Celinina:

"The night temperature in Syracuse in winter is too low, but there are usually many wild beasts foraging at night, but tonight we can hardly see those beasts, and there is no starry sky in the sky, which means that it will snow or rain. After nightfall, it was a little colder than usual, but there was no feeling of humidity, so there was a high probability that it was snowing."

Celinina didn't speak, just listened silently, looked up at the sky, and kept Vic's words in her heart.

......

Pm9:14.

The black fog dissipated, and Vic stood still on the ground, brushing off the snowflakes on his shoulders and hair, and glanced at Celinina who was holding dry firewood and was trying to start a bonfire at the entrance of the cave.

However, what was in front of me was not so much a cave as a naturally formed depression, only about two meters deep, very shallow, but enough for two people to rest.

Watching Celinina's movements, Vic leaned against the stone wall and sat in the depression, squinting his eyes and smiling. "Very capable, Cellinina."

Celinina glanced at Vic, but ignored him.

The flame gradually rose, and the black mist filled the air, blocking the blowing wind and snow from blowing out the bonfire.

Also, don't let it slap on her body.

Celinina lit the fire, glanced at Volper, who was leaning against the stone wall, and sat down in the sunken stone wall, beside Vic.

Outside the cave, the snow fell more and more, and the temperature also dropped rapidly. The wolf and the fox sat in the shallow depression of the stone wall, shoulder to shoulder.

Vic moved his body, enduring the tingling sensation from all over his body, and covered Celinina with his tail.

The fox's tail is much thicker and longer than the wolf's tail, and the hair has grown a lot, covering the body like a small blanket.

——It’s still the kind of self-heating, with his temperature, although it’s not enough to keep the body temperature like a thick quilt, it’s still better than nothing.

Celinina glanced at the white foxtail on her body, and then at the black mist that gradually diffused to block the wind and snow from falling on the two of them.

"...Is this your Originium skill?"

"Yes." Vic replied with a smile. "It's just a cloud of mist that can be transformed into various shapes and can help a lot."

Although it seemed that he was getting along well with Celinina, he knew in his heart that the killing intent in her heart was no longer wavering.

The seemingly harmonious state of getting along now is only because the wolf has truly determined his goal, successfully abandoned his emotions, and is using him to make himself stronger.

Then, kill him in one fell swoop.

This is something both of them know clearly.

Vic is satisfied.

She strengthened her killing intent, and this was exactly what he wanted, what he longed for.

The man named Vic Saluzzo... is nothing but death.

Let her own death become the fuel for her fire of life to burn more fiercely and powerfully, making her stronger, more mature, and free from weaknesses and weaknesses.

Make her famous, make her... great.

......

pm9:47.

The snow gradually stopped.

But the period after the snow stopped was the coldest time.

Celinina had already fallen asleep, but Vic was still leaning against the stone wall, just closing his eyes and resting his mind, controlling the black mist to add a bunch of dead wood to the jumping bonfire from time to time.

Perhaps out of the instinct of hugging to keep warm, Celinina leaned her head on Vic's shoulder, and huddled her smaller body in his arms.

The foxtail covered with a little dust covered her waist, and Vic sat against the stone wall, motionless like a sculpture.

He opened his eyes, revealing his crimson eyes, looking at Cellinina's right hand, which was still tightly holding the hilt of the long sword at her waist, with an expectant smile.

Cellina, Cellina Texas.

I look forward to it.

Looking forward to... the day you will plunge your sword into my chest, into my heart.

Volume 41: The Syracusans: Chapter 41 Chapter [-] Is it the illusion of a dream, or...

The white-haired Volper boy was sitting under a big oak tree, with his face up and his head up, staring at the starry sky.

Luper, with dark blue hair, sat next to him, shoulder to shoulder, looking sideways at his profile.

Cellinina still remembered that it was a night two years ago.

It was also the snow season, and it was Sunday. She came out of Saluzzo's house and went to a rehearsal location of the Milan Theater where Vic worked, waiting for Vic to finish his work.

She didn't actually find Vic at first that day, but only saw a few figures on the stage who seemed to be rehearsing some stage play.

Later, when the rehearsal was over and the actors went backstage, took off their make-up, changed into their clothes and came out, she realized that Vic was one of the figures who had been rehearsing on stage.

And it's the leading role.

Although he only had the name of a prop master, the artistic director of the Daytime Troupe seemed to think that Vic had great potential in stage plays, and wanted to train him as a leading actor.

Of course, it is not ruled out that such a move is to make friends with the Saluzzo family. Whether there is such a deep meaning or not, Celinina does not know.

That night, in order not to keep her waiting for a long time, Vic ended the rehearsal that was supposed to last until eight o'clock in the evening ahead of time, and took her out of the troupe home at only six o'clock, and cooked her a dinner himself.

After dinner, he would take her under the big oak tree, watch the stars with her, chat with her, talk about the past and the future, and look forward to the future life.

It's mediocre, nothing outstanding, just like every Sunday, they will get together and do the same thing.

But...

It is full of the breath of peaceful life that Celinina is nostalgic for and yearns for.

-

12 month 22 day.

am7:03.

In the territory of Syracuse, above the wilderness.

Celinina slowly opened her eyes, and what was in front of her eyes was the already somewhat damaged lining of the luxurious dress. Waking up from a deep sleep made her brain a little dull, and she froze for a moment before realizing where she was. .

—She, Cellinina Texas, slept in Vic Saluzzo's arms.

She could clearly feel the warm foxtail around her waist, and his two arms wrapped around her back and under her neck.

how...

will be so relaxed.

Cellinina didn't move, just looked at Volper, whose eyes were closed, his face was calm, and his head was slightly lowered.

He fell asleep.

The bonfire seemed to have been extinguished long ago, and Celinina did not hear the crackling of the flames, nor did she feel the warmth from the fire.

But she didn't feel cold at all.

"..." She was silent for a moment, staring at Volper.

Two seconds later, he closed his eyes again.

At least for this moment...

You can relax and take a little more rest, yes, it's okay, right?

......

am7:37.

Walper opened his eyes, and his crimson eyes looked at Luper, who was breathing lightly and steadily in his arms, and sleeping peacefully.

Me, fell asleep?

Cellina...

The expression on his face was calm, without a hint of a smile, but he looked solemn and solemn, like a fanatic, devoutly worshiping the only god in his heart.

His body has lost any consciousness.

But at this moment, he felt that he had really, truly touched the god named love.

Celina Texas,

--I love you.

He whispered in his heart, but felt that the fatigue in his heart was getting deeper and deeper.

Patience, Vic Saluzzo...you have to be patient.

The eternal sleep called death is not too far away from you.

At this moment, she raised her eyes.

The pupils of Huang and Hong looked at each other, and she lay quietly in his arms, watching his surprisingly calm face at this moment, she was a little confused whether she was in a dream or reality at this moment.

She was in a trance, as if seeing the young man with a clean smile again.

Vic let go of his hands, with the usual squinted smile on his face, and slightly raised his eyebrows at Cellinina.

"Why, still not getting up? Are you in love with my arms?"

Celinina came back to her senses, sat up in silence, and the worn-out dress coat slipped off her body. Only at this moment did she notice that she was still covered with his coat.

Vic stood up indifferently, picked up the coat that had fallen to the ground, dusted it off, and put it back on.

The coat probably still carried Celinina's warm body temperature.

Vic thought.

Unfortunately, he can't feel it anymore.

The familiar tingling sensation came from all over the body, and this was probably the only feeling Vik's body could feel now.

"Come on, Cellinina, it's time to hurry."

Celinina remained silent, just climbed onto the black mist giant wolf and watched the surrounding scenery recede.

"How do you know the direction?"

She asked suddenly, her voice was a little hoarse after waking up from a deep sleep.

Vic didn't turn his head back, but a voice with a slight smile came from the front:

"Of course it depends on experience. After you stay in the wilderness for a long time, you can do it, Celinina."

A needle-like sense of danger suddenly came, and Celinina subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand, frowning. "Vic Saluzzo..."

"I know, Cellinina."

Vic responded, simply changing the direction of his body, facing Celinina face to face, allowing her to see the relaxed smile on his face that didn't care.