Texas please kill me

Vic was still smiling and didn't fight back, just letting Laplande slash, stepping back and sideways to avoid her blade.

"Just kidding, why are you in a hurry?" There was a sarcastic smile in his voice. "If there is no accident, she is still fighting bloody upstairs, right? Maybe she will be hacked to death soon?"

Laplande gritted his teeth and stared at Vic. After a moment of hesitation, he ran towards the safe passage without looking back.

The smile on Vic's face subsided slightly, and he limped out of the hotel.

-

pm10:17.

White City inner city.

Vik randomly found a business hotel with a parking lot on the street, which didn't look too bad, and stayed in it.

In the hotel room, Vic peeled off his clothes in front of the mirror, looking at the tooth marks and blood holes on his neck.

The bleeding has stopped, but it still hurts. After all, the injury is on the neck, and it hurts when you move your head a little.

Vic sighed, no smile on his face.

He stared at himself in the mirror with his crimson eyes, only feeling the hatred in his heart grow stronger.

He stretched out his hand to press the wound on the side of his neck, pressed hard, and blood flowed out of it, dripping down his fingers.

"Ha..." The pain made him raise the corners of his mouth, and he smiled in the mirror.

Vic Saluzzo.

Damn you.

but not now...

He rubbed his waist, limped out of the bathroom, sat on the head of the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and pressed the silver ring on the ring finger of his right hand.

Outside the door, a familiar hoarse voice from the corridor made Vic open his eyes.

"Want to eat mille-feuille?"

"...give me a piece."

Cellina Texas.

The sound insulation of this kind of hotel is really not very good, especially for races with excellent hearing like Volper and Luper, Vic can even faintly hear the creaking of the bed from the distant room...

Outside.

Celinina took the mille-feuille and nodded slightly to Laplande. "See you tomorrow, call me if you need something."

"See you tomorrow."

There are only single rooms left in the hotel, and there are no free double rooms, so there is a high probability that the two of them have opened two rooms.

They didn't call each other names, but Vic was sure that the two people in the corridor were indeed Celinina and Laplande.

The door to the next room was opened and then shut.

Light footsteps, landing slightly heavier on the forefoot and lighter on the rear.

It's Cellina.

Vic narrowed his eyes, subconsciously stroked the wound on the side of his neck with his right hand.

"Vic Saluzzo..." A faint sigh came from the next door. "Have you all come here?"

Vic didn't move.

Celinina blinked and looked at the wall in the direction of the next room.

There was no movement.

As for the smell of blood...

Celinina also heard the faint creaking of the bed.

Apparently it wasn't him.

She put down her suspended heart a little and walked into the bathroom. After a while, there was the sound of dripping water.

The owner of this hotel was once a member of the Texas family. He recognized Cellinina and said that he would temporarily take her in and let her stay in the hotel for two nights.

Vic sat on the bed, motionless like a sculpture, listening to the sound of water coming from the next room, his crimson eyes lowered slightly.

Cellina Texas...

It seems that she has been completely deceived by the disguise he made in the past two days.

Vic sighed inwardly, took off the silver-white ring on his right ring finger, and held it in front of his eyes.

On the inner side of the ring, a line of elegant Syracuse is engraved.

- 'Voglio essere sempre con te.' (May I be with you forever).

The ring was given to Vic by Cellinina, and the line of Syracuse was also inscribed on it by Cellinina herself.

As, her most sincere blessings to "friends".

Yes, just friends.

Now they are enemies... 'friends'.

In fact, Vic also has a ring that he has not given away in the future.

No, or rather...a ring that I dare not give away.

Vik took off the wooden box at his waist, only to find that the wooden box was already stained with blood.

He was slightly taken aback, trying to wipe off the dark red blood on the wooden box with his fingers.

Can't wipe it off.

The blood that has dried up cannot be washed off or wiped off.

Just like the sins he is carrying now.

Vic gave up wiping the blood and carefully opened the wooden box, revealing the same silver-white ring inside.

On the inner side of the ring, a short line of Syracuse is also engraved.

——'Ti amo.' (I love you).

His eyes lowered slightly, he gently closed the wooden box again, heard the stagnation of the water next door, heard the wind noise of the hair dryer, heard the sound of flippers with water approaching the wall, and heard the sound of her going to bed. , the rustling sound

In the end, it was the sound of her leaning against the head of the bed and lightly knocking the back of her head against the wall.

Vic held his breath slightly.

There is only a wall between him and her.

It was as if the two were leaning back to back, looking up at the sky and imagining the future as they did when they were young.

She once said that when she was an adult, she could leave Syracuse, and she would take him to travel around the world, and go to other countries to see the different customs and customs from Syracuse.

It is said that if possible, it is best to settle down in a country that is not Syracuse, nor Colombia, where there is no family and no distorted order.

Vic said he would go with her then.

If she said something like this, isn't I the only friend in your life?

Vic didn't speak at the time.

At that time, he thought to himself, in my life, you are the only one.

Gradually, sleepiness surged, and Vic's eyes slowly closed, and he leaned to one side, just like that, curled up, and fell asleep peacefully.

He is very tired.

Putting on all kinds of masks, performing different performances in front of different people, making disguises that I hate deeply, committing sins that I can't forgive, one step after another, planning, planning , after finishing one thing, do another thing immediately.

Fight, kill, get hurt, kill, take life.

I don't know when, he is already familiar with it.

He's sober and smart and knows what to do.

But this could not prevent him from feeling deeply tired.

......

12 month 14 day.

am4:31.

In the darkness, Vic slowly opened his eyes, and the deep red pupils were clear.

He glanced at the wall behind him, in the direction where Celinina was, and seemed to hear her quiet, light breathing in his ears.

He raised the corners of his mouth and really showed a relaxed smile.

This moment is far more important than her own existence.

So far, all he wants is to let Celinina live—really, to "live" as Celinina, not in Texas.

He changed his clothes, opened the door and walked out of the room.

Time to do the right thing.

Those Lupers in Chaolong Mountain belonged to the White family, and they obviously would not give up easily.

And what Vic has to do is to strike first.

Volume 15: The Syracusans: Chapter 15 Chapter [-] Fragmented Him

am4:32.

In the inner city of White City, in the hotel where Celinina and Laplande lived.

Celinina lay on her side on the bed, opened her eyes slightly, and looked at the dark hotel room.

She seems to be...

Dreamed about Vic.

He dreamed of Vic when he was young, sitting back to back with her, head against head, tail against tail, sitting on the roof of the outer city watching the stars.

He seemed to be saying to her: 'No matter what, Cellina, please trust me. '

Then the scene changes, and the starry sky turns into a burning night sky, and the white-haired Volper walks out of the burnt-out Texas home, giving her a wild smile.

But what was different from the impression was that his eyes were not filled with manic and chilling killing intent.

Instead, he stared at her, his eyes drooping slightly, the crimson eyes full of sadness.

Crazy laughter and sad eyes formed a fragmented and extremely fragmented picture on his face.

Just like Celinina's impression of him now.

The man he used to be, the man he was after being 'liquidated' with the Texas family.

As if they were two people.

Very different.

She sat up and shook her head, the smell of blood that lingered on the tip of her nose before going to bed seemed to have dissipated vaguely.

Celinina frowned, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Following her instinct, she picked up the sword, flipped out of the window, and climbed out of the window of the next room.

The curtains were drawn, but Celinina didn't hear the sound of breathing, but smelled a faint smell of blood again.

Without hesitation, she got into the window, frowning slightly, looking at the room with no trace of life under the moonlight, as if no one had ever lived in it.

The inexplicable familiar feeling made her move a few steps closer to the bed, looking at the little wrinkles at the head of the bed.

Cellinina reached out and touched it.

There is still some temperature remaining, it seems that the owner of the room has just left.

She turned on the light, frowned and searched for a moment, and finally found a white hair on the bed.