I warmed his cold blood

Brutus was trembling all over, anger and wild laughter intertwined on his face, making him look extremely distorted; it seemed that all the emotions in his heart were erupted, and instead he was controlled.

His eyes slowly lifted up, fixed on Helen, and said, "Why don't you speak? Don't you have any objection to my deserted house? I want you to speak!"

Heron looked around.

The door of the hall was closed tightly, and the room inside the glass window was pitch-black, without candlelight. It was as dim as a slowly flowing black mist, dull and sinister.The crows that feed on carrion corpses in the countryside stood on the tip of the roof, and there was a hoarse and old voice.The black-brown withered vines were tightly entangled, flooding the wall like the black Styx water, stretching chaotically towards the atrium.

Helen felt that if he took a breath of the air here, his lungs would be filled with black mist, and he was one step closer to death.

"Where's Gnaia?" Helen asked, "You said you haven't spoken to anyone for ten days. Where's your adoptive mother?"

Brutus had been waiting for this question for a long time.He breathed out a sigh of relief, his eyebrows raised and lowered as if they were out of line, and his eyelids kept trembling.His brow line was upside down sadly, but the corners of his mouth were curled up.

He laughed twice, "You asked...you finally asked..."

He gripped the edge of the table tightly with his hands, laughing loudly, very manic, as if his throat was formed by the accumulation of dry grass and dead wood, without the roundness that a human should have.With a crazy smile and tears streaming down his face, he beat the stone table with all his might, making a loud bang.

"I finally asked... I just waited for this question so I didn't do anything..." He wiped away his tears and said with a smile.

Helen clenched his fists violently, his heart seemed to be hanging high in his throat, beating vigilantly.

"She died, I stabbed her to death. I have never seen so much blood in my life... When I finally opened her stomach, her intestines came out like a snake... Her heart As big as my fist..."

"You killed her?!" Herren's spine felt chills, and he exclaimed in shock.

Brutus pointed at his face, covered his stomach and laughed loudly: "Your surprised expression is the same as Pliny's back then!"

"You killed your adoptive mother, and the gallows is your place of refuge." Herren's face darkened. "You even boldly put your seal on the letter paper... Styx is only one step away from you."

Brutus was indifferent.He scratched his hair randomly, sipped his wine slowly, his face became paler, and his fingers began to tremble.He seemed to be smiling suddenly, but his eyes were shaking.

"I killed the mother I love the most. I have no reason to live. People make mistakes when they are confused, and they always have to pay the price when they are sober. Isn't it?"

Helen said slowly: "I thought that people like you would not have the awareness to pay the price. When you plan to forge a will to kill yourself, you will spare no effort!"

Brutus drank the last sip of wine and looked at him sideways, showing disdain, like a lunatic who despised the king's law and spoke nonsense, with a kind of arrogance.

"So what!" He had a mocking tone, "Human beings are lowly and vulgar lives, what can't be tolerated?!"

He stood up staggeringly, hugging the swaddling clothes tightly, his head shaking uncontrollably.His breathing became shorter and shorter, like an asthma attack, and sweat flowed down from his forehead.His face was blue and white, and the sweat beads stuck to his skin were shining brightly under the moonlight, making his face as if it had been burned by fire.

"I... want to show you something..." he said with difficulty, his voice squeezed through his teeth, "come with me..."

Helen held the dagger on his wrist and followed cautiously.

The two walked to the closed hall.

Brutus suddenly screamed, bent down, opened his mouth exaggeratedly, and put his trembling hand on the doorknob.He curled up like a salted worm, gurgling from his throat.

— There is poison in the wine.Heron suddenly realized that he caught the turning point at the nick of time.

Without hesitation, he stabbed the small dagger into Brutus' hand.

Howling, Brutus struggled away, letting go of the dagger with his limp right hand.

He lost the weapon he used to threaten, coughing violently, bleeding from his mouth and nose, staining the front of his front, and the scarlet dyed his shirt as if growing rapidly.He resisted the pain and took a step back, his eyes were about to split open, his body shook like a ghost shaking him.

Gritting his teeth, he lifted Seneca high, trying to throw him to death.

Herron stepped over and stabbed him under the armpit with the dagger.

Brutus snorted, and his raised arm dropped instantly.

Herron took Seneca, turned around and rushed out the door.

Brutus was like a ghost dragging on the ground, making strange noises from his throat, and crawling, leaving a trail of terrifying blood.

Holding the doorknob, with a strange smile on his face, he pushed open the closed palace door forcefully, and shouted inarticulately: "Let Polio die!"

Herron kicked the gate open, and shouted excitedly while running: "Lucas! I rescued Seneca!"

Lucas has been waiting for a long time, squatting on the car board anxiously, holding a dead branch in his mouth, with only a dazzlingly white moon and endless night behind him.

His silhouette is embedded in the center of the moon, as if flying down from the moon and descending into the world.The wild wind knocked his felt hat off, and his hair was blown flying.

He didn't respond to Heron with the same excitement, but instead looked over him, extending to the dark atrium behind him.It's like the entrance to the dark underworld.

He gasped, spit out the dead branch in his mouth, stood up in panic, stretched out his hand to Heron, and shouted: "Come up quickly! There are lions behind!"

Helen held his breath for a moment, grabbed his hand, and stepped onto the car board in one step, very neatly.

Two lions roared out of the gate.For lack of meat, they have been crippled, like a thin skin on a moving skeleton.The mane is coiled and entangled, and the four eyes transmit a dark green light under the ups and downs of the night, like will-o'-the-wisps burning out of thin air in ruins or cemeteries.

Hunger makes them very irritable.

Lucas lashed the horse's back hard, and the whipping sound swept across the open field like a sharp sword, accompanied by crows' crows.

After the horse roared, it galloped frantically along the path, and there was a rumbling sound when the wheels rolled against the ground. The carriage escaped like prey in the desolate and gloomy suburbs, shuttling through the withered yellow grass.

The two lions chased after him, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.

The moonlight is like an infinitely wide and long cap, no matter how they move forward, it still hangs over their heads.

The horse roared and roared, spewing out rapid heat, its vigorous physique and shiny fur glistened in the moonlight, the mane of the horse was rustling, and the legs of the galloping horse were tense and rattled on the ground.

Herron was trembling all over.The excitement brought about by saving lives has not faded away, and we are about to face the thrill of escaping.He stared at Seneca, his soul seemed to be ups and downs in a fiery iceberg, and his heart was shocked so that the alarm bells were ringing.

This moment when his life was hanging by a thread made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, as if a hole had been opened in his chest, and hot and boiling emotions flowed out.He even felt his heart beating close to his ears, the violent heartbeat was so clear that every vessel in his body trembled hysterically.

He put Seneca in the carriage, came out and sat beside Lucas.His ears were filled with the whimpering wild wind, his lips were trembling with cold, and his teeth were chattering and chattering.The cold wind from the countryside sneaked into the seam of his clothes, and he subconsciously folded his arms.

He glanced back and exclaimed, "My God! They're coming! Oh!"

Lucas didn't look back, just swung his whip vigorously.His scarf had been blown off long ago, revealing a calm and dignified face.

He frowned tightly, his lips were tightly closed, and every part of his body was tense, as dull as a statue.Only the wildly accelerating horsewhip in his hand reveals what he really thinks.

He was silent all the time, his blue eyes were looking straight into the distance, and suddenly he whispered: "I seem to have a bit of experience in hunting lions."

His voice was blown louder and softer by the wind, as if it had been broken into pieces.But Helen still heard it, just like the noisy underground arena in the previous life.

Helen's heart tightened, as if an ice pick pierced his back straight from the top of his head, and his boiling blood instantly froze because of these words.The hot emotions in his chest disappeared, and the thunder was no more lethal than Lucas's words with ulterior motives.

A faint, ominous premonition passed through from the previous life, merged with the worries he once had, and clenched his heart violently.

His mind went beyond the experiences of this life to the moment in his previous life when Lucas, helmet in hand, smiled and begged himself to remember his name.

Herron woke up in an instant, grabbed Lucas's hand, and asked eagerly, "What do you mean?!"

Lucas was silent, and slapped the horse's back vigorously a few times.The horse was completely stimulated and galloped forward frantically.

"Lucas!" Herron called his name anxiously, feeling dizzy.

Lucas stopped waving his whip.He turned sideways, threw his arms around Herren's neck, and cupped his face.

The moonlight half-illuminated Lucas's face.He pursed his lips, his expression was firm, and his eyelashes were fluttering in the wind.

Heron could see that his pupils were gradually dilated, and the nearly translucent blue eyes shone with a light similar to that of a midsummer day, like sunlight gushing out from the blue sea.Even without saying a word, he can convey all the tenderness through these eyes.

Herron had a premonition.He grabbed his collar, trembling all over, shaking his head incessantly, there was a buzzing wind in his ears, there seemed to be a vast flood in front of his eyes, and his vision became increasingly unclear.The wind blew his long hair in front of his face, hurting Lucas a little.

"Don't do this...Lucas...don't do this...please..." He abandoned his figure, his eyes were wet, and begged humbly.

Lucas's tense face loosens, pushing his blown hair back.He kept his mouth shut all the time, his brows were tightened, and he pulled out a fairly qualified smile, trying to suppress the discomfort in his bones.

He was silent for a moment, then slid his fingers into Herron's hair and kissed him.

Helen kissed back more intensely, more like he was actively asking for a kiss.

He grabbed Lucas's hair tightly, closed his eyes, and kissed with all his strength, instead of the desire and provocation like before.

He was particularly emotional, forgetting about Seneca in the car and the lion behind him, as if he and Lucas were separated from this cold and cruel world.

Lucas put his arms around his back to comfort him, their breaths mingling.His gentle caress pierced through the fabric, like a small cunning fish, and plunged into Helen's heart, stirring up earth-shaking movements.

At this moment, Helen realized something.

This made him extremely excited, his heart trembled, and he felt an unprecedented sense of conversion, as if the spiritually empty and decadent had found a religion worth entrusting his soul to.His face was flushed, the blood all over his body boiled again, a layer of hot sweat broke out on his back, and even his ears were congested.His sensibility that had been suppressed for a long time was released, and he even felt that he would not regret dying with Lucas at this moment.

They didn't kiss for long.Lucas pushed him away, smiled at him, and took the sword in his hand.

Herren hugged his shoulders stubbornly, not letting him move.His breath was disordered, and he choked in Lucas's ear: "I love you... Lucas..."

Lucas stiffened, his lips quivering slightly.The corners of his eyes were slightly curved, engraved with a look of happiness.He smiled slightly, moved his lips, restrained himself, and said: "Don't remember me."

He gave the last words that were diametrically opposed to those of the year.

Heron froze for a moment, and in the moment of hesitation, he was hit on the back of the neck, and immediately lost consciousness...