Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

The snow on the porch has been cleaned up, and under the eaves, a bench is close to the wall.Something wrapped in a quilt sat on it, motionless.

The chair was wide enough for Holly to sit cross-legged.He put the quilt on top of his head, and his whole body was like a bun.

There was white mist floating inside the steamed buns, and Holly held a glass of boiled water, overlooking the vast snow scene outside the house.

A sun that only shines hangs high in the sky, without any residual heat, it shines brightly on the ice.Holly stared at the rime in the distance stubbornly.

Those rimes reminded him of the last flash of sword in his previous life.

Recently, the number of dreams has become more and more frequent, causing Holly a headache.The content of the dream must be about some terrible things in the previous life, otherwise it wouldn't bother him so much.

He was extremely gloomy and competitive, staring straight at him, insisting on facing the source of the pain.

He died in late winter, about to approach early spring, the transitional season when vitality is approaching.In spring, all things are revived, so he is resurrected.

After living for so many years, at least I have my own way to resolve it.Hawley is not worried that his mental state will be affected, as long as he finds the reason for frequent dreams.

After taking a sip of hot water, the miscellaneous workers of the wine shop passed by far away, and they nodded to each other.

Perhaps it was the letter from Donovan a few days ago... Hawley thought speculatively.Maybe something bad is about to happen, and for a few days, he was always inexplicably flustered.

"Why are you sitting here?" A voice suddenly sounded from above.

Holly was quite frightened. Before his heart could calm down, a dissatisfied face appeared next to him.

"When did you come back?" Holly said softly, his eyes dodging guiltily.

"Not long ago, about half a candle." Wilmer squinted his red eyes, and he opened his arms, making a gesture to embrace the other party.

"Hey, it's the last time. You also sit down and have a rest. Are you tired from hunting monsters?"

Talking and talking, seeing that the situation is not good, Holly quickly put down the action of ingratiating and pouring water, and hurriedly asked: "...Wait a minute, what are you going to do?!"

Wilmer didn't care what he said, approached directly, and hugged Holly tightly without any refusal.With his hands separated by the quilt, he supported the opponent's buttocks.

Holly didn't dare to breathe, and subconsciously separated his two long legs to Wilmer's side.

They were about the same height, so even if they were hugged, his legs could barely leave the ground.With Wilmer's pace, the toes can occasionally touch the ground.

"Can you hold me? Put it down quickly!" Hawley was afraid that something would go wrong if he moved around—if he broke free directly, there would be melting snow on the ground, and he was worried that Wilmer would slip.

"It can be hugged and supported by magic." Wilmer's breath was steady, as if it was only a feather. "I just came back earlier and saw you sitting outside alone in a daze. You didn't find me for a long time."

Holly felt that his back was really supported, and the black mist was like big palms, tightly encircling his back.The strength is strong, as if trying to trap him in the opponent's arms.

"Nightmare again?" Wilmer asked.

His palm was slightly hot, or in other words, the soul core was also hot.On the one hand, he was angry; on the other hand, he could still clearly feel the heavy softness in his palm through a layer of quilt.

"That's right... they're all in the house, put them down quickly."

There was no response for a long time, Holly couldn't move, and met Wilmer's eyes looking up slightly.

"Don't you like being hugged?" He heard the big skull ask.

"It's not a question of whether you like it or not... I think it's too heavy, and I'm afraid you'll be tired from lifting it."

He didn't resist, Wilmer thought.

Both feet finally landed on the ground, Holly turned around immediately as if he was hiding and covering up something, and took off the quilt. "Oh... let me tell you something."

Wilmer took the opportunity and tidied it up for him.The surface of the quilt is slightly cool, but the inner layer has the heat of Hawley's body temperature. "Is it because of Andrea's mentor's visit?" He gently brought the quilt under his nose and sniffed.

"You already know? She will come to the wine shop tomorrow, and it is said that she will bring a friend. This morning, before dawn, I received a cart of spices from her."

Holly's voice could not hide his excitement, after all, it was the spice provided by the elves.It was said to be free, because the news of the successful grafting had spread throughout the continent, and the spices were only part of the gift.

When he turned his head, Wilmer maintained his usual indifferent expression.

"Actually, there is one more thing." Holly asked, "Are you tired? If not, drink some water and practice sword with me for a while, let's talk slowly."

……

After a short rest, the two came to an open space behind the house.

"Yesterday, a letter came from Donovanto."

Holly took half a step back with his right foot, turned slightly sideways, and swung his sword. "He has completely controlled Quentin. I told you that Quentin has not been able to leave the island during the few years you went to the dark camp."

The long sword was like a swimming dragon, and the tip of the sword pierced through the wind; the air flowed, accompanied by a whistling sound, and went straight to Wilmer.

"Keng——" the blades collided, sharpened for a while, and then quickly separated.

"'Complete control', does the lord have conclusive evidence?" Wilmer caught Jianfeng firmly, taking precautions without leaking, and his movements were clean and neat.

"I think the same as you," Holly replied.

He strode close to Wilmer, cutting off the swirling snow.

"I just didn't expect that the cardinal of the Church of Light, one of the elders of the faction, would actually want to kidnap the widowed daughter of the Grand Duke of the Dragon Clan... This is the second time we have fought after you came back. We have grown a lot, not bad."

The sword light swung in a semicircle in the air, and Holly successfully stuck in front of Wilmer.The heels of their swords collided, and Holly remembered that some time ago, when their fingers were intertwined, the roots of their fingers were so tightly attached to each other.

He pulled back his thoughts in time: "Tie the beast's feet, put it under house arrest, and hang a knife over its head..."

"Just for a while, if it stays like this for a long time, it will definitely become manic. What's more, it is definitely not a kind, so there can be no second situation - such as bowing its head, or being tamed."

"This is his cocoon." Wilmer stared at each other's every move.

Hawley's moves are aggressive, but not completely unstoppable.

"Yeah, it's his own fault. But Donovan has no intention of executing Quentin immediately. Of course, if someone wants to take my family to skin and eat flesh, drink blood and suck marrow; It will not let that person die easily."

Wilmer bent his eyes and looked at Holly with red eyes.

"Okay, okay... I know you are amazing, you can kill your enemies. It's a pity I couldn't help you." The latter panted slightly and smiled helplessly.He didn't reject Wilmer's initiative to ask for praise.

Wilmer was also at this time, seizing the gap when Holly's breathing was disordered, and turned from defense to offense.

Compared with Holly, his sword moves seem less "orthodox".Although "teachers come from the same school", they tend to be more treacherous and changeable.

In Hawley's impression, Wilmer in his previous life was exactly the same.

"Quentin's freedom has not been completely restricted. Does that mean that he has the ability to attack us?" Wilmer quickly found out the key point of the matter.

"That's right, Donovan's letter was just to remind him of this matter. He has already sent additional manpower to secretly detect and protect."

"But there are no absolutes in everything. We need to be vigilant recently." Holly adjusted his breath and leaned sideways to avoid the opposite knife.

Since Donovan can grasp the evidence, there is still no reason for Quentin to find out that Hawley had a hand in this matter within five years.

And, with each passing year, his relationship with Donovan has grown closer.

Counting being hunted down by Truman back then...he entrusted Donovan's niece, the kidnapped grand duke's widow—Zoya, to entrust the token to the dragon lord.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or something, after Donovan's investigation - the two things of "killing" and "kidnapping", or Truman and Quentin, are actually related and connected.

Therefore, Quentin must have a great possibility to know himself.

The situation is as cold and severe as the cold light of the sword.

"We have to figure out how to solve this problem," Hawley said.

There was a lot of snow on the clothes of the two of them, and they faced each other silently, concentrating all their thoughts into the sword posture.

Hawley felt as if he had been split into pieces—his head was no colder than Frost, but his heart was like a bonfire, burning his heart rapidly.

Among the tiny white feathers all over the sky, Wilmer's hair rope has long since disappeared.

At this moment, Wilmer actually looked a bit embarrassed, but compared with the white snow, his light blonde hair was even more dazzling.

He suddenly didn't resent the sunlight so much, and even wanted to thank it for shining, even though the winter sun didn't feel the slightest warmth.

Wilmer's eyelashes were light gold, like a small brush that gathered gold threads.Flying, trembling, sweeping the falling snow in Holly's heart.

Before he knew it, Holly's attention was all on the opponent.

Their movements slowed down a lot, and Wilmer seemed to be in deep thought, his red eyes covered by eyelids.

Hawley swung his sword violently, attracting the pair of dark rubies out.

Seeing doubt in the other person's eyes, he smiled silently.Wilmer's eyes are really beautiful, he thought so in his previous life.

Integrating with the snow scene, it looks like a plum blossom blooming proudly.

Holly hit the sword to the ground, criss-crossed, and their strength was confronting each other, not giving way.

Looking into Wilmer's clear eyes, he suddenly felt that it shouldn't be plum blossoms.

Compared to the blood stains in the snow, it is more suitable for the opponent.

In the end, the two long swords flicked away, and the two held the hilts, their chests heaving violently.

This time, Holly played very heartily.He was almost dissipated due to the stagnation of the dream, but poured into the fire continuously.

Maybe it's on top of it, adrenaline kicked in, and Hawley added an explanation for his abnormality.

——He suddenly had an urge to see what the blood-soaked ice would look like after being burned by himself?

A muffled laugh vibrated through his chest, and Holly's chuckle reached Wilmer's ears.

"In a better mood?" Wilmer asked.

"It's much better! Come on, it's too cold outside, go inside, don't be sick."

Holly withdrew his sword, and also withdrew that inexplicable thought.

Wilmer followed closely behind, stepping on each other's footprints intently.

He lowered his head, his expression was gloomy, and his lips curled up.

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The author has something to say:

A certain skeleton talked seriously with Holly.

Bottom of my heart: The posture was good before, maybe in the future...