Don't confiscate my citizenship

"Why do you say that?"

Lan Qi asked curiously.

"I'm not in awe of your talent."

Sigre stared at the road ahead and said to the people in the back seat.

She probably understands a little these days.

Rocky McCarthy left the comfortable and prosperous Helshalem alone and repaired the temple for the orcs all the way through the wind and snow. It was at this juncture that he dedicated his strength to the Paulant Empire.

Sigre really saw this master craftsman repairing the orc lords' goodwill towards humans step by step.

Even after he leaves, for a long time, the orc lords will definitely be more friendly and even sincere to the humans passing through the city-state.

Maybe it will only be a trivial change to the situation of the Paulante Empire or the war against the Vampires, but if everyone doesn't do something, nothing will change.

A heavy rain requires thousands of raindrops to gather.

In other words, talent alone is of no use. Changing people's hearts also requires courage.

The two of them were isolated from the world in the snowfield at night, but they seemed extremely close before and after the sled.

The sleigh continues in this silent silver world, with the flying snowflakes and the whisper of the night wind, making its final march towards the distant demon world.

Today’s fourth update, Xi’s explosion!

Chapter 555 Lan Qi always likes to fulfill wishes

In the dark midnight, the deep clouds kept hiding the moonlight, and the stars in the night sky shone dimly.

The sound of the hooves of the underworld deer pulling the sleigh was particularly clear in the silent snowfield, as if beating a dark drum.

"Today might be my eleventh birthday."

Sigre looked up at the moon, her purple eyes reflecting the bright moonlight, as if she had thought of something.

Except when she was very young, when her parents were still alive, she had had decent birthdays, and later even she forgot about birthdays.

It must be past midnight now, maybe three or four o'clock.

It's a new day for sure.

"what."

Lan Qi blinked in surprise.

A child’s birthday can be said to be a very important event and must not be ignored.

But now that they are out of town, they can't buy Sigre a cake or a gift to celebrate.

"What do you wish for?"

Lan Qi leaned forward slightly and asked.

Since I can't celebrate her birthday right away, I might as well ask her what her wishes are.

After all, the essence of celebrating is to make the other person happy.

Sigre leaned on the back of the sleigh chair, her expression unchanged.

She thought about it for a long time.

I found that I didn’t even have anything specific that I wanted.

at last.

"I hope there will be no more people like me in this world."

She said softly, a white mist rising from the corner of her mouth.

"Everyone can live in prosperity."

“Having enough food and clothing, being content and contented, you can do whatever you want.”

Her slight tone also showed that she knew very well that this was a dream that was destined to be impossible to realize in reality.

"..."

Lan Qi held her chin and thought carefully about Sigre's words.

For a moment, he didn't know how to respond to Sigre.

Because he is actually not from this era.

And as history.

Everyone he met in this day and age.

In fact, the fate has already been decided.

"That's right, Rocky."

Sigre spoke, interrupting Lan Qi's thoughts.

"I will only take you to the Demon Realm, other things have nothing to do with me."

"Ah."

Lan Qi raised his eyes and responded.

They had discussed this matter before setting off, and now the journey was finally coming to an end.

"Whether you can come back or not has nothing to do with me."

Sigre continued.

"Ah."

Lan Qi hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Although having a companion on the road made him feel much happier from the bottom of his heart, the seven days also flew by.

But the journey always has a beginning and an end, and everyone has their own path.

Lan Qi never forces others to stay with him.

"But now I'm in a better mood."

Sigre said calmly.

The surrounding coniferous forest rustled in the night wind, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

Occasionally, there is a rushing sound of animals in the forest. Perhaps it is a nocturnal beast searching for prey, or it may be disturbed by unknown fear.

The sounds of the conversation between the girl and the young man on the sleigh were carried away and swallowed up by the night wind.

Sudden.

Before she finished her words, Sigley's eyes fixed and she suddenly tightened the reins.

The Hades Deer growled uneasily, and its breath condensed into mist in the cold air.

Sigre couldn't care about the out-of-control Minglu, grabbed Lan Qi's wrist in the back seat, and jumped out of the car with him.

The figures of the two drew a curve in the air, and then landed heavily on the snow.

The snowflakes were stirred up by their fall, like flying catkins in a strong wind. Countless white fragments rotated and danced in the air, and the sky was filled with snow and mist.

The heavy sound of wind and snow and the pounding of her heart made her ears and brain feel tingling and buzzing.

Sigre tried to stabilize her body again and again, but was constantly challenged by the slippery snow surface. Finally, more than ten meters away, Sigre finally stood firm and stepped firmly on the thick snow.

Snowflakes soon covered their bodies, as if they were freshly completed works on the winter canvas.

Sigre locked Lan Qi's wrist tightly, held him steady and dragged him behind her, breathing rapidly.

Snowflakes fell on her eyelashes, and her purple eyes flashed with determination and ferocity.

Lan Qi looked at the small figure in front of him with some surprise.

But under her firm gaze, all questions became irrelevant.

Look ahead.

In this dark snowfield, everything seemed to have solidified.

In the distance, dark clouds began to gather in the sky, slowly covering the starry sky.

These dark clouds are like a huge black hand, quietly reaching towards this snowfield.

"You are very keen, little one."

In the bottomless wind and snow curtain, a mysterious figure slowly walked out.

He was tall and thin, wearing a long dark cloak that fluttered gently in the wind. His face was almost invisible in the shadow, but his blood-colored eyes were particularly clear in the night. .

His delicate appearance, illuminated by the drifting snowflakes and moonlight, looked pale and noble, seeming to be out of tune with this world.

Behind him, in this eternal night snowfield, a sharp gap opened at some point——

The two sturdy bodies of the deer fell to the ground, breaking the silence, and were swallowed up by the ice and snow. The snowflakes splashed, and blood oozed, slowly spreading in the snow, turning into two blooming bloody roses.

Far away.

The oppressive feeling of that magical power made Lan Qi feel a little uncomfortable in the distance.

He felt Sigre's cold hands trembling.

Sigre said that she has nothing to fear at the sixth level.

The ancestors of the blood clan who are eighth-level marquis and above have been monitored by the demon world for many years. If any ancestor of the blood clan goes north, it will definitely trigger the first move from the demon clan.

So that Sigre could instinctively be on guard like this, it was obvious that the opponent was the strongest blood race existence under the ancestors, the seventh-level Earl blood race.

As expected, there are vampires who have successfully sneaked into the land of eternal night through the east and west sides.

"I followed you all the way. I thought I would never find a chance, but I didn't expect you to come towards the Demon Realm."

When Count Gregory appeared, the entire snowfield sank into a low pressure, the air became heavy, and even the sound of falling snowflakes seemed to be suppressed.

He took two or three steps, each step seemed to be following an invisible rhythm, making Sigre feel an indescribable fear.

The invisible and lingering magic power seems to be able to discern every movement on a person's body, and no tiny movements or thoughts can escape his prediction.