Always wear fast until after the death of the original master

Bishop Gardfield's blood spread from one end on the ground to Fred's feet, soaked his boots, and seemed to climb up the soles, making his shoes and socks feel damp and sticky.

At this time, he belatedly put away his staff, and realized that before he really thought about how to punish Bishop Jiadefei, he was already dead.

"Mi Luo." He stepped forward, hugged Mi Luo's cold body due to excessive blood loss with both hands, and said comfortingly: "It's okay, don't be afraid, he wants to kill you first, you don't have any Mistake, don't panic."

"I'll take you out of here." Such persuasive words came out of his mouth continuously, but they had little effect. Mi Luo didn't even raise his head to look at him.

His entire soul seemed to have stopped running, and even his breathing seemed to be non-existent.

But at this time, Chu Heng, who had been watching the show leisurely, was severely taken aback.

Because Senna's voice, which should be in a distant place at this time, suddenly sounded in his mind: "Good job."

Chu Heng, who had finally gotten used to the system bouncing around in his mind, was extremely frightened by the sudden voice, even if it was familiar [System, dear, can you materialize a bowl, or Teacup or something? 】

Although I don't quite understand why Chu Heng made such a request, I still set up a water cup system for Chu Heng.

He only heard a slap, and the water glass was dropped by him seemingly unintentionally, but Chu Heng seemed to have turned on some switch [Didn't you say that you are the only one in my mind?What's the matter with this broken sound? 】

[I... I'll check it out. 】

It's about yourself, never hang up [I'll give you three seconds, 1, 2, 3]

[Maybe it's voice transmission? 】

[Are we here in ancient times? 】Chu Heng gritted his teeth and said, with a vicious look, it seems that the next step that the system is required to materialize is not something as light as a water cup.

【I, I got it! 】At this moment, the system felt that it was threatened by being pulled out to supply resources, so it quickly said 【Two meters!It's two meters!Ermi is actually a puppet made by Senna. According to the principle, he can directly control all the movements of Ermi's body, so he should be able to speak directly in his mind...]

This reason was well-founded, and Chu Heng reluctantly accepted it.He was already extremely sensitive to his own little head, even when the system came to the real world, the first thing he did was to drive the system out.

They did this one by one, but they left Senna behind. By the time he wanted to listen, Senna had already calmed down.

He looked at the scene in the mirror quietly, and touched it with his fingers involuntarily: "So your blood is also red." He originally wanted to slightly raise his eyebrows to show the ironic expression he often does, But the eyebrows are too lazy to move, so that: "I thought your blood should also be the bright color of your belief."

These words lacked the aura of being happy after revenge.

There was a neat cut scar on his chest, the red scar was not big, but very slender, which showed that the person who stabbed it did not hesitate at all.Unlike that silly Fred who wanted to leave a scar, he had always wanted to get the scar off his chest, but unfortunately even he couldn't get it off now.

Because it was the holy sword of the chief guard of the Holy See, because the one who stabbed him with that sword was his direct blood relative.

He lay in the coffin for an unknown amount of time before waking up by himself.

No one would believe that he was still alive, even he himself did not believe it, and sometimes he even laughed and thought that maybe his soul was not even accepted by the Goddess of Light.

After a long time, he realized that the thing that brought him back to life was called resentment.At that time, my elder brother had already achieved great success, and every step that helped him advance was mixed with his own blood.

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Fred who obviously hadn't reacted in front of him.Laughing at him secretly as a coward, the enemy who killed his father and mother was right in front of him, but he still cared about this and that.

He suddenly wanted to see Mi Luo, wanted to ask him how it felt to kill his mentor with his own hands, and wanted to ask him if he was willing to return to the undead with himself.

I still want to talk to him...

It's just that the "want" at the back appeared too abruptly, but after a while in his mind, he was thrown away like trash.

"Let Fred take you out of the Holy See, I will pick you up, I miss you."

Mi Luo listened quietly for a while, but he didn't hear Senna's voice again, and the longing light appeared in his eyes belatedly.

He raised his head and asked directly: "Can you take me out of here? Leave the Holy See."

"Okay." Just one word, Fred uttered it with great force, as if he had to pay the price for this word with his life, without complaint or regret.

【That, Mr. Chu Heng?Have you considered it time to work? 】The system tactfully reminded 【You haven't been out since you arrived in the Holy See...】

[I'm also thinking about this question. 】Chu Heng pointed to Mi Luo in front of him and said 【I think he's really good at acting. 】

[If you are lazy on purpose like this, your performance will be deducted. 】

[Deliberately lazy? 】Chu Heng said dissatisfiedly 【Before Ermi was born, I was so tired of acting, why didn't you say to increase my salary?I almost put all my heart and soul into it, okay? 】

【Ghost letter...】

Anyway, no matter whether the system believes it or not, Chu Heng doesn't plan to go out, and stays in his mind with the system safely, letting the system materialize something from time to time, watching Ermi's true colors over there every day happily The acting skills that starred in.

Fred had already found a house at this time, took Mi Luo in carefully, and even hid himself to find the Necromancer, whom he had never looked at before, to ask for medicine to treat excessive blood loss.

He was fed up with looking at Mi Luo's painful expression and being helpless, all the light magic on his body was useless to Mi Luo's body.

With such careful care, Mi Luo's wound slowly healed, and now there is no trace of a scar.Fred looked at his right hand, there was a hideous scar on the palm of his hand, it was brought to him by Mi Luo, brought to him together, and the constant and almost inexhaustible power of light.

Mi Luo's fingers just covered his palm, and gently touched the hideous wound that spanned his entire palm, with unknown curiosity shining in his eyes.

Fred, however, regarded his curiosity as being curious about why he didn't use the power of light to heal it. For a moment, those words that were once blocked in his mouth were like filling a torrent into a small mouthful of paper. Inside the pot, the pot was torn open from all directions in a turbulent and gushing manner, not even a single fragment could be found.

"Mi Luo." He suddenly knelt beside Mi Luo's bed, looked into his bright eyes, and said, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Mi Luo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of something: "That's what you said, it's okay, although you locked me up, you also saved me, so it's even. "

He obviously thought that Fred was talking about this matter, because he dug out all the memories in his mind, and couldn't find anything else about Fred's apologies to him.

Fred was obviously in a daze for longer than he was, and obviously took Mi Luo's words as a sign of easing the atmosphere, as a sign that he didn't want to talk about this matter.

But Fred did not accept his kindness. His world view is very simple, just like what he said about the Bishop. The concept of life taught by the Holy See since childhood is only good and evil. He is unfaithful to his master. He is evil; he cannot distinguish right from wrong, he is evil; he listens to slander and allows his emotions to control his reason, he is evil; he pushes the old master into the abyss, and his sin is unforgivable.

Thieves, three months; those who hurt others, five years; those who kill, pay for their lives; he can find the corresponding punishment in his heart for every mistake made by everyone, but when it comes to him, he can't decide for himself. A punishment came out.

Even if he dies immediately, the harm he caused to Mi Luo cannot be wiped away.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call him the same as before, but before the word "Holy Son" reached his throat, the glaring whiteness of his body disappeared, and finally he called him again cautiously: "Mi Luo .”

His two words seem to contain too many heavy things. Even Mi Luo, who doesn't know anything now, seems to feel a dignified atmosphere, and turns his head to him, giving him the best he can do. Respect, and listen.

Fred was silent for a while, as if he didn't know where to start. After a long time, he uttered the first meaningful words: "I betrayed you, I misunderstood your painstaking efforts, and even pushed you to Necromancer."

"Your good intentions are all in vain. I even made a deal with the Necromancer and doubted you..." He reached out and touched his eyes. The color of the pupils inside could no longer tell that they were once the gold bestowed by the Goddess of Light to Mi Luo. Hitomi.

His eyes felt an unprecedented itching, but he couldn't take them out, because those dirty methods were commonly used by necromancers, but what about him?He shamelessly put the treasure taken out by dirty means on his eyes.

He couldn't even forget a single syllable of Mi Luo's begging voice that day, and it flashed in his mind every day and night, telling him how to treat the person who left the hope of life to him, how to treat the only one in the world. A person who is kind to himself.

"I will not apologise with death." His firm tone finally broke out, and Fred took the Holy Child Staff, which had not been used since moving here, from the corner, and then knelt down on one knee, Respectfully handed the staff to Mi Luo with both hands.

Mi Luo didn't know, so he took it. In fact, he didn't want to take it, because that kind of staff was too heavy for him, especially when it was held horizontally, and the fulcrum was only his hand. Mi Luo didn't hold it. Steady, a little trembling.

But he didn't dare to say it out. It seemed that he was joking with his master and walked into someone else's funeral. Although he didn't know what the rules were, the atmosphere was too solemn, so he didn't dare to say anything.

He could only obediently follow Fred's posture and put the staff on top of Fred's right shoulder.

No one would place a magic staff on someone's neck like this, because the weakest spell could penetrate his skin and easily drop his head to the ground.

Fred lowered his head and touched his shoulder involuntarily.

This is the second time for him to take such a posture. The first time was when he took the oath when he was appointed chief knight. At that time, he was still wearing the epaulets symbolizing loyalty.

Wait... epaulets of loyalty?He seemed to have forgotten that the epaulettes declared his status, his loyalty, and what's more, the shackles of the Holy Son on the chief knight.

There was nothing on his shoulders, and the so-called punishment of infidelity, he thought that it hadn't come yet, but now it seemed that it would never fall on him.

Fred swayed slightly, almost lost his knees, and was about to fall to the side. Fortunately, he stabilized his body in time, and in an instant he returned to the state that he would maintain this position and fall even if there was an earthquake.

He finally mustered up the courage, but suddenly felt that the courage he mustered up could not fill the guilt in his heart, he, what can he do.

From the beginning, the Holy Son did not put his oath into the epaulets. The Holy Son believed in his loyalty. The Holy Son never thought that he might betray him, so he felt that this form was right. own insult.

But... Fred's eye circles were reddened uncontrollably, but a gust of wind came from nowhere, and the tightly closed windows in the room were blown open. Half of the white curtains were blown off by the wind, and the remaining half Hanging tremblingly, the blown curtains drew a dreamy curtain between Fred and Mi Luo from time to time with the frequency of the wind.

The warm sunlight reflected on the curtains, giving Fred a sense of ceremony in the Holy See for a moment.

He spit out the words slowly, accompanied by the loyalty that all the meaning of his life is in Mi Luo from now on: "You gave me my life, life and death are all in your one thought."

"If I don't die, every minute and every second of my future is yours, and I will live for you from now on. Every day before you take my life, I will spend it in atonement. "

This will be his oath, he solemnly handed everything over to the person in front of him to control, without any regrets.

As the breeze came, the pure white curtain slowly slid down between the two of them, revealing Mi Luo's bewildered expression.

Yes, he gave everything he had to this stranger in front of him.

Fred's remorse, Fred's allegiance, the object of finally pouring out all the thoughts in his heart is just an outsider.In all the stories that Fred and the Son went through, there was no trace of his presence.

But now he can openly enjoy the return that the Holy Son deserves.

These were the most serious words Mi Luo had heard since he was born. He couldn't help being distracted, using his head that hadn't encountered many things, to search for the so-called experience, and then compared with the things in front of him one by one. There was nothing wrong. He could give Mi Luo experience and tell him what to do. At this moment, he suddenly thought that whenever he showed such an expression of joy, his master would hug him to comfort him.

As soon as he thought of this, the palm of the staff holding the staff became sore, and the front of the staff was heavy, and it was about to roll over Fred's shoulder.Mi Luo was also led forward by the staff.

Just in time, he threw himself into Fred's arms, and Fred hurriedly hugged him. Before he could feel the strange emotions on his body, Mi Luo said in a sweet voice: "It's okay, I Forgive you?" he said, patting Fred on the back lightly, as Cena always did.

"Who told you to hug him!"

[My day is your uncle!Senna!You have a grudge against me! 】Chu Heng covered his ears, almost deafened by Sena's words.

At this time, the system was very thankful that no matter how loud the voice was, it would not have any effect on itself, so it couldn't help but proudly said [Now you know, not everyone can do the work of our system, anyway, your mental quality is definitely not good, this is only a decibel The sound that can be measured, I have heard the decibels explode, and it is not like yours. 】

The mechanical sound of the system was mixed with the finally belated tinnitus, as if he was holding a knife to his head, leaving him no time to despise the system.

Mi Luo over there was also almost startled by him, but it wasn't because of the loud voice, because his master had never said harsh words to him, and such reprimands were even rarer, Mi Luo couldn't help feeling wronged , but even if he thought about it, he couldn't reach Senna's ears like a master.

Mi Luo angrily pushed away Fred, who was still in his arms, but Fred staggered, fell down, and propped himself up on the ground with his hands. After going through so many things, his thoughts naturally changed. It will be as simple as before, only needing to obey orders, but instead become paranoid,

Mi Luo, would you say such a thing?Would he hold himself in his arms like a child comforting someone?

"Lord Mi Luo?" He said cautiously, for fear that his thoughts would be wrong, but even if he was afraid, he still had to talk about this matter and investigate it to the end: "You, at the succession ceremony, what you said about the master, Do you really think so, or are you just acting?"

"Master told me." Mi Luo didn't understand why Fred asked this. He always thought that his master entrusted him to take care of him because they were friends.

At this moment, Fred's heart turned half cold, but he still held a glimmer of hope and said, "Master Mi Luo, why did you call him master?"

"The master is the master." Mi Luo said as a matter of course, looking at him like looking at a fool.

Fred, who was regarded as a fool by him, was almost completely desperate, and an extremely bad thought even arose in his mind. Did Mi Luo's soul disappear back then?

Are only his puppets left in this world?He was able to speak and have independent thoughts, because Senna didn't know what method he used to make it?

"Since when did you start to have memories?" Fred stood up suddenly as if examining him, his tall figure covered the warm sunlight, and the elongated shadow shrouded the meter bit by bit as he moved forward. fall on the body.

Mi Luo didn't feel any fear at all, because he didn't like the light himself, but being enveloped like this made him feel very comfortable: "I don't remember clearly." He counted his fingers, and finally stretched out three Point to him: "At least three months!"

After he finished speaking so proudly, he seemed to feel that his behavior was a little childish, he didn't look like a three-month-old baby at all, he was no longer a child who had just realized.

She quickly blushed and retracted her fingers.

Mi Luo's outstretched palm was smooth and clean, which he had painstakingly healed over the past few days, and even the wounds that had poured his own blood to him were healed as if nothing had happened.

Where is his Miluo?The person in front of him was not his Master Mi Luo, his hands were slowly moving with a few fingers in his sleeves, and the power of light seemed to consciously surround him.

But what Fred subconsciously wanted this power of light to do, he didn't know for a while.

But one person gave him the answer.

The warm breeze just now slammed the door open, and the creaking door slammed against the wall fiercely.The wind has become howling outside the house, and the daytime weather is covered by dark clouds and mist, making it difficult to distinguish.

But the little light in his sleeve became the only light illuminating the whole room.

"Papa papa." Only heard three soft clapping sounds, Senna lazily leaned on the door frame that had lost the door, and he casually leaned his staff on his waist, What didn't match his gray robe was the delicate epaulet on his right shoulder.

The entire door frame is like a picture frame, and inside the picture frame is the famous work of a casual famous painter.

And at this moment, the portrait opened its mouth, as if he was in such a lazy posture: "Ah, ah, just now you kept saying that you are loyal to me, Mi Luo, why now..."

He used three fingers to pick up the staff standing on the side. With a little force on his thumb, he pressed down the staff flatly and pointed at Fred's hand hidden in his cuff. His lazy tone turned into a full-fledged sarcasm: "I'm going to fight the master"

He took a step forward, and the gloomy aura swept over him like a wave: "Just like that day?"