After wearing the wrong Meiqiang tragic vest

Tsuruze's orange eyes glanced vaguely at Regule who was standing quietly at the side, and smiled sweetly at him.

Regule smiled back at him.

The first confrontation between the two seemed to be a draw.

Mao Mao's golden hair rose and fell, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

He stopped in front of a certain casino, looked around, and finally landed on a homeless man leaning against a corner.

The other party squinted his eyes drowsily, numb, and didn't care about the various gazes of the passing people.

A costly ruby ​​was thrown into a broken bowl in front of the tramp.

The crisp collision sound made the dead eyes of this almost desperate man move slightly.

Following a golden figure walking away, the immature childish voice muttered with a little arrogant complaint: "I really don't understand, what's the point of being reduced to such a point and still struggling in the mud?"

The little murmur was blown away by the wind.Pieces are scattered in someone's mind.

Yeah, what's the point?

The homeless man clenched the gemstone in his hand, finally got up slowly, and walked into a certain alley.

In the night, the entire Krupps fell asleep under the golden moon, only the street lamps quietly emitted a dim yellow light.

The roots of the plants slowly grew to the entire city, spiraling into intricate formations.

The aroma of cherry blossoms fills the air.

Blue blood vessels slowly emerged on the faces of the sleeping people, spreading throughout their bodies like the roots of plants.

They walked out of the door unconsciously, gathering and wandering in the streets of the city.

Plant branches gradually grew out of these people's ears, and their feet gradually assimilated with the ground, turning into the roots of trees.

They are turning into plants.

Tsuruzawa stood atop the city's tallest clock tower in a wide, wind-resistant cloak, a cherry tree growing behind him, its pink buds gradually opening.

He looked down at the failed products below and sighed: "It's really pitiful, it has suffered an indiscriminate disaster."

Because of the delusion of other people's immortality, they have been reduced to unconscious experimental products, but they still believe in the other party wholeheartedly...

Thinking about it carefully, Regule is really a scary guy.

In the hazy moonlight and the blooming of this cherry tree, all the people who turned into plants surrounded the City Lord's Mansion.

In their cognition, the target of arrest has changed from Heze Shenlin to Regule, the adopted son of the city lord.

"How to solve it, my dear friend?"

He took out an apple fed by a passerby from his cloak, and Tsuruze's orange eyes seemed to freeze blood in the darkness.

There was a curious smile on the corner of his mouth, and he waited with great anticipation for the start of the wonderful play below.

However, violent conflicts did not break out in the City Lord's Mansion as he expected.

Regule is really a life-saving person, he had already escaped through the secret passage in the city lord's mansion the first moment he realized something was wrong.

"It's boring."

Tsuruze dropped the apple expressionlessly.

The actor ran away before the performance started...

Maomao is not happy.

"Are you admitting defeat before you even started? It's really disappointing, Mr. Regula."

He stomped on his little boots and went downstairs, wanting to go to An Lin and scold the bad guy who cheated on Maomao together.

Regule quietly hid in the shadow of the nearby buildings, watching the child called the devil walking towards the moonlight with an innocent smile on his face.

It doesn't look like a good boy at all.

He crushed a dry cherry blossom in his palm, and quickly fled into the shadows.

The vegetative people briefly rioted.

In An Lin's sudden change of expression, one of them crazily rushed towards the helpless kitten.

The distance is too far, she has no time to catch up!

However, just before the birth of this almost doomed tragedy, a crooked figure suddenly rushed into the crowd, disrupting the crazy plant monsters.

It was a ragged tramp.

The riotous roots of the plant geeks pierced into the flesh, taking away the nutrients and temperature from the human body.In just a few breaths, the homeless man was sucked into a state like a mummy.

A ruby ​​fell out of his withered palm, without the support of flesh and blood, he could no longer hold it tightly.

Amidst the shimmering luster of the ruby, the familiar twist reappears.

This time it is the dead tramp who is the protagonist.

In a huge snowstorm, this person curled up in a corner, fine snow particles condensed on his face, and he slowly stopped breathing.

His face was very old, and onlookers who already knew the meaning of this distortion understood that this tramp should have lived a long time in his original fate.

Poverty and disease haunted him so much that he didn't even have a thick coat to keep out the cold.

And now he is dead.

In order to save a kind child who tried to change his fate, he didn't even leave his name.

An Lin arrived in the next moment and brought Heze out of the dangerous encirclement.

It's a pity that the corpse was quickly shattered into powder, and Tsuruze only had time to pick up the ruby.

It's a gem worth enough but not too expensive to attract prying eyes, and it's just a bland piece of practice material in the eyes of adults with special talents.

But for a loser who has fallen into a desperate situation, as long as he manages it carefully, this money is enough to save his miserable second half of his life.

But now the loser is dead.

This gem has lost its meaning.

"Are you OK!"

The swordsman girl checked anxiously, and was relieved to find that Tsuruze was not injured.

Although there are no scars on the body, it looks a lot more silent.

After all, I am still a child, seeing someone die in front of me will still be affected.

She patted Mao Mao's head and said, "Don't be sad, after we rescue Sean, let's find a place with a good view outside the city, and bury that gem to make a clothes tomb."

"Life and death are commonplace in this world, everyone will have this day."

She is obviously only 16 years old, but she looks down on life and death like an old man.

He Ze raised his head suddenly, looking at her with orange eyes: "Won't An Lin suspect that I controlled him?"

The golden moonlight shone directly into his eyes, so bright and beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes away.

An Lin thought in a daze, this kid always said that Sean's eyes are unique, but in fact his own eyes are also so beautiful that people can't forget them at first sight.

Afterwards, she realized the meaning of Mao Mao's words, and the expression on her face suddenly became very complicated. To sum up the general meaning, she probably said that there is something strange that looks exactly like my cat.

She was now sure the cat was genuinely terrified.

This time she didn't hold back, she rumpled Mao Mao's blond hair, and sneered expressionlessly: "Hehe, I'll be thankful if you don't rush forward to seek death yourself, and control others to block death for you..."

Among the bystanders, some dirty adults who did make this conjecture felt guilty for a moment.

An Lin thought about it seriously, and then said: "If you really become the kind of guy who will do anything to survive, I will wake up laughing from my dreams. But human life is not a plaything that can be manipulated at will. If you really become I'll watch you that way."

"..." Heze Maomao looked at the swordsman girl for a while, and saw that she was hairy all over, and suddenly laughed: "Sure enough...that's what An Lin would say..."

Under the moonlight, this smile was inexplicably sad.

Maomao went to find Shane who was taken away.

The worried swordsman girl was sent away by him with the excuse of going to wash the dishes to pay off the debt.

I was very angry when I left.

The spirit spell master who was forcibly left lived in the attic to the west of the City Lord's Mansion.Tsuruze came to the door of the dungeon.

As a bargaining chip for this bet, Sean was locked in a dungeon.

Using a little trick to confuse the guard and get the key, the child stepped into this dark and damp place.

The tip of the nose is filled with the smell of decaying blood, and the dim torch can only barely illuminate the narrow road.

The prisoners hiding in the dark stared straight at the kitten humming a nursery rhyme, like a monster staring at a piece of meat that reached its mouth.

The conversation came from the front.

"Are you so confident in that kid? He doesn't even consider you a friend!"

"Besides, you probably don't know, and even I can't imagine—that such a young child has such a means of manipulating people's hearts, and threw an innocent life at will."

Mao Mao's expression turned cold.

Regule, this guy who looks like a poisonous snake is really annoying!

Really thought he wouldn't kill in front of Sean?

Another soft voice sounded, which eased Mao Mao's temper.

"A Lin is a good boy like a god."

"He wouldn't do that kind of thing."

Tsuruze Maomao blinked, and his ears turned red slightly.

He let out a small breath, walked out from the darkness, and interrupted their conversation:

"That's right, I'm a good boy, I wouldn't do that kind of thing!"

The key of the dungeon rattled at his fingertips, and the immature and arrogant voice echoed in the darkness: "Xion is too bad, you can say compliments directly in front of my face, but how can you secretly praise them in front of outsiders!"

He turned his back to Sidleyn, his orange eyes were full of viscous viciousness, and said to the actor who fled before him: "Mr. Regule, a puppy who runs away is not a good and brave dog."

Regule still had that gentle smirk on his face: "I lost the bet, Your Highness is very powerful."

It was as if he wasn't the one who sowed discord and said bad things about Mao Mao just now.

Huh, hypocritical guy.

Mao Mao ignored him, stood on tiptoe and opened the closed cell door.

They left the dungeon and came to the room where Sean was originally assigned.

In the oversized room, the door is facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the curtains are not drawn, so you can see the round golden moon outside.

"It's so beautiful." He Ze sat on the chair and shook his legs: "The old castellan will be [critically ill] tomorrow, right?"

Sean stared back at Mao Mao's little fat hand that was about to move with a blank expression, and took the wine on the table in front of him.

Maomao sighed sadly.

He watched the young man's walking away, playing with a familiar dagger.

"Mr. Regulai is really good at hiding. This is very unqualified as a dog."

The branches growing rapidly from the ground knocked it down, imprisoning the struggling hands and feet of the human being.

He Ze raised the dagger, and slowly carved words on his face with the support of the tree branches.

The expression on the man's face disappeared, and he became very indifferent, and the child's angelic sweet smile was reflected in the red eyes.

At this moment, Regule truly agreed with Asahi Anrin's words.

What a devil indeed.