After wearing the wrong Meiqiang tragic vest

The whole city fell silent.

The cubs hardly dared to look at Tsuruze's expression.

Tsuruzawa was stunned for a moment.

He had indeed heard the rumors circulating among the rebels, but he never thought that An Lin would call him that.

He subconsciously looked at Sean, hoping that the other party could refute An Lin.He is not a monster...

He is obviously a good boy.

But soon Maomao realized that they didn't know each other now, they were enemies now.Sean wouldn't speak for him.

So before the young man with beautiful blue eyes reacted, the child looked away for help.

He thought to himself, could it be that he made a mistake?

Just like before, letting a bad guy take An Lin's place?

Because no matter how angry An Lin was, he never called him a monster.

It seemed like a good excuse, but there was nothing he could do.Because there is no past of them.

He thought a lot, and finally he thought that it's not actually An Lin's fault.All of this was brought about by him himself, and he asked for it.

After he figured this out, he felt that his body was also filled with cold wind, as cold as snow.

So this is snow?so cold.

Is this how people who are frozen to death by snow feel?

Tsuruze trembled all over, and slammed into the frozen sword in front of his neck.

Just die under An Lin's sword like this.

He is really tired.No more courage, his courage was exhausted.No one will lend him again.

The expected pain did not materialize.

An Lin withdrew his sword with an ugly face, and the shining silver blade was stained with a little red, and was thrown on the white snow, dazzling like flaws.

She would never admit that when imagining the scene where the strange... guy on the other side died under her sword, her breathing stopped for a moment, her mind went blank, and she didn't dare to think about it any further.

She opened her mouth and wanted to scold something, but found that she couldn't utter the countless harsh words she had learned in the refugee middle school.

[You little bastard, why did you become like this...]

The girl didn't know how to restrain her anger and the urge to cry, so she could only grit her teeth and sigh secretly at the despicability of the Demon King.

This must be the trick of this guy. Manipulating people's hearts is his usual good trick.

But no matter what, he couldn't swing the sword at him again.

The boy on the opposite side was shorter than her, and his handsome face still had milk fat that hadn't faded away, so he looked easy to pinch.

He was wearing a white cloak, and his golden hair was like fluffy sunshine, dazzling beautifully.

No matter how you look at it, you are a pampered and willful cat who should be pampered, how can you become a tyrant that everyone shouts and beats?

[Who brought him down! ]

An Lin really can't imagine, but a 14-year-old child, why can he do so many cruel things?

It was obvious that he was the one who did the evil, but when the sufferer came to him, he looked like he had suffered a lot of grievances and was about to cry.

She didn't bully him either!

Tsuruze lowered his head and quickly recovered his mood. The two sides tacitly skipped what happened just now.

He reluctantly hooked the corners of his lips, put the mask of the big cat on his face, and took a step back: "Don't say that, the name monster is so hurtful..."

His tone was light, as if he didn't care at all.

An Lin frowned, and was stopped by Sean before she could speak.The young man ignored the cat blocking them, turned and left expressionlessly: "Let's go."

The stopped girl made no objection, snorted coldly, and left.

The footsteps are hasty, as if fleeing.

No one offered to nip the danger in the bud, to kill the tyrant in sight.

Even if they didn't say it out loud, the tacit understanding between the two made them decide that this exploration of the holy city must be fruitless.

Tsuruze stood where he was and silently watched them go away.Until the wind and snow covered the backs of the two and covered their leaving footprints.

Except for the wind, there is only silence.

It took a long time until the strong wind also calmed down, and the sound of snow falling to the ground could be heard.

Tsuruze Shenlin, who was almost standing like a statue, moved slowly.Walk back calmly.

The divine shadow who accompanied him from the beginning to the end slowly came out of the shadows, playing with a fresh half-opened white rose with his fingertips: "Don't you want to explain?"

Hiding in the shadow of the cloak, Tsuruze couldn't see his expression clearly, and his voice was cold: "It's not necessary."

The red-eyed young man sighed clearly: "That's right, who would believe that monsters have close friends?"

He casually threw the white rose into the snow, and the teardrops on the soft petals slid into the snow, and were soon buried by the non-stop falling snow.

The previous calm was restored here.The blood and the white rose seemed to have disappeared.

The big cat waited for a long time, and was surprised to find that the little monster walking in front of him didn't even refute him this time.

Weird.

He chased after him, picked up the cat and shook it, and asked him: "Didn't you say you came to give your brave man some blessings? It's over?"

The cat shook his head sullenly.

"? What do you mean? Didn't send it or don't need it?"

Being shaken like this, the always squeamish cat didn't get angry, and drooped: "No need. The curse on An Lin has been resolved." Probably Sean used the treasure left by the previous priest.

Fortunately, he deliberately came to see them in the appearance of a teenager, but it turned out to be completely unnecessary.

Tsuruze Shenying frowned.

14 years old... why is it so light?

The matter of not sleeping at night was finally brought to light.

The big cat has important grass quality in its hands, so Tsuruze Maomao had no choice but to compromise.

Promise to take a nap.

The dream was full of An Lin's blood-stained face.

When he woke up from the nightmare, Shenying was sitting by the side and processing some paperwork sent up.

More than half of the country was laid down, so much fewer documents were sent up, and it didn't take long to process them.

When he woke up with his forehead pressed, He Ze was still a little dazed, and sat blankly for a while before asking, "How long have I been asleep?"

The big cat frowned, the time was far less than he expected, and his red eyes were full of disapproval: "Two 10 minutes."

"so long?!"

His surprise didn't seem to be fake, and he successfully made Tsuruze Shenying blacken.

But this time the young man didn't say anything, and he didn't try to push him back to the bed.

In essence, they are all existences named [He Ze Shen Lin], he is not stupid, such a short time is enough for him to figure out the truth of the matter.

In fact, the solution to the problem is very simple.To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must be tied. The reason for the headache is that a lot of calculations are required to deduce the fate.

As long as more people die and there is no need to deduce so many fates, he can relax a bit.

and so……

The red-eyed big cat chuckled and picked up an impeachment document, and said casually:

"I heard that the city lord of Fairy City is very dissatisfied with your rule, and has publicly made disrespectful remarks. Your emperor's face is trampled on the ground."

"Really?" Mao Mao, who had just woken up, had a headache and got up, said in a dark tone: "Then kill all the citizens in that city."

"Let the flood go over them."

So the monstrous flood rolled the city into its arms, and under the blessing of the icy blizzard, the whole city was wrapped in crystal ice, like a beautiful work of art.

None of the inhabitants of the city survived.

The reputation of tyrants is even worse.

This does not prevent cats from celebrating the festival.

Crouching beside the flower pot, Tsuruze poked the petals of the star flower.Although this flower failed to fulfill the wish as in the legend, it has bloomed for so long and has no intention of withering at all.

So it has been snowing for so long.

"This year's God Enlightenment Festival, I don't seem to have received a gift yet..."

Mao Mao muttered, looking a little disappointed: "Because I'm not a good boy anymore?"

There are fireworks outside.The palace was wrapped in dense fog, the inside could not be seen from the outside, and the outside could not be directly seen from the inside.

But can hear voice.Everyone seemed very happy.

He understands that this kind of peaceful time is like sand in the palm of your hand, the tighter you grasp it, the faster it will disperse.

So the bad cat cooked a pot of fish soup with his own hands and threw it into the camp of the rebels.

"The brave An Lin who always has an indissoluble bond with the fish must be very upset now. Letting go of the devil king made her feel uneasy."

The willful appearance of playing tricks behind this makes people feel a little nostalgic.

That night an assassin sneaked into the palace.

When Big Cat saw this assassin, he knew that the story was about to come to an end.

The assassin, whose family was ruined and who had a deep feud with the tyrant, failed to kill his enemy.

His fatal blow missed the monster's chest, leaving only a deep gash on its arm.

Afterwards, another red-eyed young man with the same appearance rushed over and got rid of it.

Tsuruze sat on the throne, he looked at the wound on his arm and remained motionless.

Shen Ying walked up to him, and was taken aback when he saw the wound, and turned around to get the medicine and bandages.

There was no blood coming out of the deep crack in the visible bone in the arm.What surged under the flesh was a pitch-black thread.

Those black threads used to suture the wounds of the world in repeated reincarnations absorb all the blood in the wounds, making it hard not to think about some bad aspects.

At this time, the big cat has lost his temper with He Ze, and while bandaging his wound, he habitually sarcastically said: "Can't even bleed? You are really a..."

"A real monster, right?" A hoarse voice sounded in the empty palace.

The unfinished words were spoken by the other party first, and the big cat was stunned for a moment, but looked up and met a pair of dead orange eyes.

There is no snow in those eyes, it is already a desolation.Therefore, he couldn't shed any tears, so he could only let Bai Qiangwei cry for him.

He sighed, unable to describe his mood at this moment.

Probably, it is the only pity left for a child who is destined to die in the wrong way of fate.

So he stroked the dull blond hair of the child who was asking for help at a loss, and denied his words: "That's not true, you are a good boy!"

Tsuruze stared at him for a few seconds, then said slowly, "What about the good boy's gift?"

The big cat rolled his eyes at him: "You are content, I don't have any."

They huddled together eagerly and watched An Lin receive a gift from Sean in the camp of the rebel army in the distance.

Two cats without gifts spent a special festival in a cold palace.

Even at the age of eight.

So pitiful.

It's pitiful and desolate, and even hard-hearted people can't stand it.

And being reminded again, I finally realized that a group of cubs who were only eight years old in Heze Maomao showed the familiar expression of suffocation in the same style as the guardian.

They now understand the feelings of the parents.It's like eating a sour and astringent orange, so sad that it makes people want to cry.

In addition to suffocation, adults are more likely to suffer from myocardial infarction.At this moment, I really want to go back to the past, grab the collar of the leader of the Holy Church and yell at him-"Please, if you don't know how to raise children, stay away from them!"

Although they also knew in their hearts that if they were in that position, they wouldn't be able to do much better than the other party.

The next day was the day of siege.

Under much anticipation, the two brave men will kill the Demon King and bring peace and hope.

The author has something to say: I feel that everyone who has this long story seems to be a little impatient... Then I will get to the bottom of it here. There are still two chapters in this dungeon that will be completed, and the fourth chapter will be written after the main text. , in short, it will be over within this month.

There is one more chapter at three o'clock in the afternoon.