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Chapter 120 Is life impermanent?

There is a park on the east side of the city. It is similar to the park where Ringer once rested briefly in Rosting City. They are both full of life and vitality. Perhaps the technological level and development direction of the two worlds are different, but only in terms of aesthetic concepts.

Reached a consensus. When viewed from a high place, its shape is easily reminiscent of a flower that always grows towards the sun - yes, just like the little sun in the herb garden. The flower disk in the center is a small but small flower.

The lake is not too small. There is an iron railing around the edge of the lake, and there are wooden benches for visitors to rest. Different tree species are planted in the petals growing around the flower plate, from pine and cypress to sycamore.

From silver fir trees to sycamores, as well as small and lovely holly trees, they are connected by planks, stone paths or cobblestone paths. From the entrance of the park to the lakeside are its flower stalks, with water channels on both sides.

The clear water flowed with a murmur, and occasionally one or two small fish could be seen under the leaves of the calamus. They swirled in the starlight and swam deep into the lush aquatic plants.

The wind brought a comfortable atmosphere, and without the obstruction of buildings, the steel blue and crow-green night sky was unobstructed. Lin Ge admired the quiet scenery while walking, and was a little surprised that it was not affected by the disaster in the past.

Suffered any harm in the process - perhaps some, but the ensuing vitality soon healed those hateful and painful scars: shrubs and flowers climbed up the road, covering those ugly and ugly things that had been peeled away.

Mud; fallen leaves gradually wither and rot, and together with the flesh and blood falling from the sky, turn into nutrients that nourish life; under the water's surface, aquatic plants and algae grow like dense forests, and day after day the water washes away those once mercilessly burned by the flames.

The roasted glass fragments made them sparkle again under the light of the stars and the moon; even the rusty iron railings surrounding the lake were covered with strong ivy and tiny morning glory.

, the flowers they bloom are small and emit a faint fragrance, which makes people unable to smell the smell of rust and blood so close at hand.

Everything in this city remains unchanged. Even if the sun rises and the moon sets, it is just an illusion of the passage of time. Therefore, even if the goddess once restored her sanctuary, the ruins and wreckage will still be there when she fell into eternal sleep.

It returns to its original state in an instant; only life has received His special favor and can ignore the time being stuck in the past and grow tenaciously towards the future. Therefore, travelers many years later can see the giant tree standing in the abandoned building and the bell tower.

The sunken lake, the hidden park behind the street...there are also birds, fish, squirrels, otters, butterflies, and the fleeting shadow of a deer.

Perhaps this scene will continue forever, even if the outside world is about to become a battlefield, and all living things, all things and their civilization will undergo a catastrophic test, destroying everything, or leaving nothing; but only here will not be affected, not only

It is because it is the sanctuary of the goddess, and even more because it is located among the ruins of an old world. It is a memory that should have been forgotten long ago, so everything in the new world has nothing to do with it.

The only people who meet each other in the moment of passing each other are a group of travelers from the new world. They will stay here for a while, looking for some kind of paradoxical familiarity, and then trace their past and present lives, the most important period in their lives.

Memory - but I'm afraid it won't be long. They will leave soon. The wind and stars in the forest know it, because when they whisper, they have already heard the voices of those people.

As Ringer approached the lake in the center of the park, he heard a sound of conversation coming from the wind, passing through the dense branches and leaves of the golden crown tree. When it fell into the young man's ears, there was only a vague tail tone left. But

On the other hand, the tone of the conversation was so familiar that he immediately recognized that it was the little bat Leticia and her grandmother, Countess Neville.

The latter asked the former: "...have you really decided...to do this..."

The former replied: "Well, I don't want...Medien...to be so sad..."

Because he heard a familiar name, the young man stopped subconsciously. At this distance, he and the owner of the voice were only separated by a lush bush and a tall silver fir tree. It came from the wind

The conversation became clearer and no longer intermittent.

"If this is your decision, Leticia, I won't object." The countess sighed softly: "Although I don't know whether it is the right thing to do, but other than that, there is really no better way.

.Furthermore, because of...his help, your curse has been alleviated, so you really should repay him well."

"It has nothing to do with that guy!" Little Bat stubbornly interrupted grandma's words, emphasizing every word: "I am doing it for Metien!"

"Best really?"

"Of course!" Lin Ge couldn't see Leticia's figure, but he could already imagine her folding her arms and her decisive momentum when she said these words: "Medine is my good friend, of course for the sake of friends

To draw a knife to help, it's like, as Alice said, stabbing at both sides! As for that guy, it's just because of Metien's glory that he gave him a little, insignificant, as little as a fingernail.

Just taking care of me!"

I'm really embarrassed that I'm a little person taking advantage of my younger sister.

Lin Ge in the shadow thought speechlessly.

The countess also seemed to be amused by her granddaughter's words, with an irrepressible smile in her tone: "Haha, do you mean to take Linge as your dependent, and also your first dependent?"

"Who, who said that!" Leticia suddenly became anxious and denied repeatedly: "That guy is not qualified to be my dependent!"

"However, for the people they like but don't really value, the usual way of the vampires is to accept them as their dependents. And this is something that leaks out from between their fingers. It's small and insignificant.

, a small amount of favor like a fingernail is already a huge reward for a mortal, just like the Valenhild family in Qiyu Port."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is not the real Valenhild family, but after the decline of the Bloodfang clan, they used their name to swindle and deceive, but they are still regarded as ancient nobles by ignorant mortals.

Those people whom she respected and admired were just servants and soldiers of Blood Fang in the past. In other words, they were dependents. Of course, the countess thought that if her granddaughter really regarded that young man as a dependent, she would definitely not

He will be asked to serve him like a servant or a soldier. It is more likely that his position in Saint Shalia's heart will help him avoid those arduous and boring homework-even if he cannot eliminate them all, then reduce them a little bit.

That's acceptable.

Maybe he would also impose the part he exempted himself from on some poor little elf?

Based on this understanding, when she repeated Leticia's original words, her tone was somewhat teasing. However, Leticia did not get angry as grandma thought. Instead, she calmed down and thought about it very seriously for a while. After a while, she

Shaking his head gently: "Maybe you can treat mortals like this, but grandma, Linge is definitely not a mortal, right?"

"In what sense are you talking about? Identity? Power? Or -"

Or is it the fate that is entangled in him?

The young man felt that if he did not show up, the topic would inevitably veer into an area that he did not want to touch, so he made a fist with one hand and put it to his mouth, coughed twice, and suddenly inserted himself into the mouth of his grandfather and grandson.

During the conversation: "Although saying this may be disrespectful to the great Valenhild of the Bloodfang clan, I have never thought about becoming a member of the vampire clan - of course, the same goes for werewolves or harpies."

The Countess and Little Bat, who were sitting on a bench, raised their heads at the same time and looked towards the end of the starlight that was scattered all over the vermilion bricks and dark green grass. The next moment they saw the familiar young man emerging from a tree.

He slowly walked out from behind the silver fir tree. His eyes stayed on the countess's face for a moment. He nodded slightly as a greeting, and then he turned to Leticia. The words he just said were exactly to her.

To which, the little bat responded by rolling his eyes and making a face at her - just like the face she always made at Semi.

Normally, the goblin would respond and retaliate with a grimace, but Ringer couldn't do such a childish thing, so he could only pretend that he didn't see it and ignore it. Instead, the countess stretched out her hand and squeezed it gently.

The cheeks of the good granddaughter hinted that she should be polite and not forget the elegance and reserve she should have as a noble bloodline bearing the Valenhilde surname - but in fact, the relationship between these two words and the little bat,

Never better than her relationship with Semi.

"Eavesdropping on conversations between ladies is not what a gentleman should do."

Neville made a slight stab. She knew that this level of irony would not move the young man. On the contrary, he would only fight back in a more reasonable way. She even guessed how he would fight back.

——

"I'm not a gentleman." The young man pointed out: "It just so happens that some people are not ladies either."

"What do you mean!?"

Leticia stood up from the chair, like an offended squirrel, glaring at Linger fiercely. If Neville hadn't been right next to her, Linger would have no doubt that she would be there in the next second.

She would fly towards her with bat wings, and then bite herself hard - just like she was forced by her grandma to bite off those nasty green peppers and onions.

In her eyes, would he be more delicious than green peppers and onions? Or would he be more disgusting? Lin Ge couldn't help but have such doubts, and then he thought it was probably the latter.

"You insulted me!" Leticia gritted her teeth and almost squeezed out these words from between her teeth: "I want to duel with you!"

Ringer did not respond, but looked at Neville, his eyes undoubtedly conveying the meaning of "don't you care?" Under normal circumstances, the Countess would indeed discipline her. After all, her ideal granddaughter should be well-educated and polite.

A lady, not a wild child who talked about duels and "I'm going to kill you". But today was an exception. Facing the young man's questioning gaze, the Countess just stood up and stretched her arms lazily.

He glanced at his slender waist and said casually: "Then I'll go back first."

Hey, what does this mean?

Do you want to leave me alone to face the angry little bat?

The young man cast a questioning look at the countess, but the latter just pretended not to see it and said seriously: "Staying up late is the natural enemy of ladies and the culprit of all ugliness and evil. Smart girls should know how to stay away from them - by the way

When it comes to loss of appetite, it is mostly caused by staying up late. I never stay up late, so my appetite is particularly good. I hope there will be some of my favorite dishes on the dinner table tonight, of course, as long as I can have a hot drink after the meal.

Black tea, the rest doesn’t matter. Dear Mr. Ringer, what do you think?”

I'm not asking you this, and what qualifications do you have to call yourself a girl?

Ringer nodded numbly. Neville was very satisfied with the young man's attitude, so she patted him on the shoulder as she passed by to show her appreciation. Of course, her footsteps would not stop because of this.

Is staying up late the natural enemy of a lady? So the silver-haired Countess of the Blood Moon walked past the young man, spread her bat wings and flew away. As a noble in the dark night, her speed is naturally the same as those who are accustomed to the sun.

It is unimaginable for living species. If you look back at this time, you will probably only be able to see the last trace of her pitch-black bat wings gradually disappearing in the depths of the glassy blue starlight, just like the moonlight submerged by the tide.

Ringer looked away and wanted to ask something, such as what the countess and Little Bat had just chatted about, or the reason for her early exit - it was impossible for her to deliberately create a space for the two of them to be alone.

Is it because of the ridiculous reason that "staying up late is the natural enemy of a lady"? Others would have believed it, but when did the Countess care about her appearance? She only cares about her granddaughter...

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Something seems wrong.

Lin Ge couldn't ask the question, because when he turned around, he saw Leticia standing on the bench, her hands raised to her shoulders, clenched into claws, just like those in fairy tales who like to go to the village to catch people.

The witch who is a disobedient bad boy is, of course, the cuter kind. The bat wings on her back spread out, covering a patch of starlight, and an evil smile quietly appeared on her face, with a pair of tiger fangs sticking tightly together.

On the lower lip, there is a sense of coldness and danger at the same time - it is said that in the distant ancient times, when everything was in the wilderness, the vampire's hunting method was to inject the venom from the fangs into the prey, stimulating it.

Their brains and nerves caused them to fall into a lucid dream. How many victims knew that they were heading for death, but still refused to give up this sense of self-paralysis, so they became the meal of the vampires?

Of course, after entering modern times, the night blood clan, which claims to be aristocrats, has long given up this barbaric hunting method, and even their eating habits have begun to converge with humans. However, no one doubts that they have lost their instincts, and the charming venom still flows in their sharp eyes.

In the fangs, waiting for the next sacrifice at any time - Linge does not want to be the first human being hunted by the vampire in a primitive way after the new era, even if the vampire is a very cute girl, because of her character

The degree of badness is inversely proportional to appearance.

"etc--"

"Idiot Ringo, suffer death!"

It was too late, a dark shadow passed through the young man's eyes, just like the flicker and reappearance of a shadow, which made people unable to react. The next moment, the little bat was already riding on the young man's body, with two feet.

She tightly hugged his waist, grabbed his shoulders with two claws, showed her tiger teeth and bit him. The distance was so close that the young man could see the gentle sway in the depths of her open throat.

Tender red tonsils.

For real?

Just a disagreement?

At least, the last thought flashed through the mind of the young man who was powerless to stop it, and he subconsciously said it out: "At least rinse your mouth first?"

anger!

A blue vein suddenly appeared on the little bat's forehead: I wanted to be gentler to you, but you are seeking your own death, you idiot Ringer!

She instantly changed her mind, and moved the target of her canine kiss upwards from the young man's neck, aiming at the rude lips - a bit thin, with a straight line when she pursed them, and there was still a hint of warm blood in her mouth.

It’s a light snow color, so it should be suitable for kissing?

Somehow, this thought suddenly came to Leticia's mind, and the next thought that came to her mind was: Metien, and Xiaoxia, I'm sorry...

Then, she couldn't feel her next thought because she had already bitten it hard.

"Huh!?"

Lin Ge's eyes suddenly opened wide.

In the night, under the stars, surrounded by the silent forest, a boy and a girl - unfortunately, there is no such option, there are only young people and little girls here - in short, on this unforgettable night, for the first time in his life, Ringer

I feel the impermanence of life.


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