Chapter 1749

In the night of the old world, the place of rest is still as calm as ever.

In the mass graves, melodious music is coming from a small shop with bright lights.

Under the drapery of the shop, you can vaguely see a pair of reclining seats, slender and white legs, clear jade feet, and soft nails.

At the end of the serenade, there was a sudden movement outside.

Among the messy tombstones, the stone cover of a coffin was pushed away by one hand. In the clatter, the armored tomb Knight woke up from the coffin.

Although sleeping in the coffin, the armor of the tomb knight has no dust. The armor has some broken lines because of the battle before death, but it is still very shiny, and can even reflect the moonlight in the sky countless years ago.

The tomb Knight went to the door of the only bright shop, half knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "shopkeeper."

"Come in." A long time later, a female voice came from behind the curtain. Her voice line was very elegant and lazy, with a sexy charm regardless of gender. Also with a sense of mystery, people unconsciously want to explore.

The tomb Knight lifted the cloth shield and immediately revealed the face of the owner of the beautiful legs inside.

Big wavy curly hair, slender flying eyes, slightly thick lips, and a small dark red mole on the lip. The appearance is not very beautiful, but it is very consistent with her temperament, full of sexy and mystery.

"Shopkeeper, I sensed the vibration of the ground in the distance, and without any hesitation, I came to the place of rest. I think there should be guests coming." The tomb Knight walked into the small shop and half knelt on the ground. In front of him was the small and round feet; Even though the tomb knight has been dead for many years, he is still dazzled by the scenery in front of him.

The tomb Knight waited for a long time, but he didn't get a response. He looked up in doubt.

But he saw the shopkeeper playing with the ring on his little finger. The shape of the ring was a snake biting its tail. He knew that the name of the ring was Ukrainian poros, which was the shopkeeper's favorite treasure. Once, a guest who wanted to exchange was rejected by the shopkeeper. Over the years, as long as the guest paid the corresponding price, the shopkeeper would not refuse the other party's transaction, but that time was her rare refusal. From this, we can see the shopkeeper's love for the ring.

The tomb Knight remembered that the ring seemed to have been exchanged by a human to the shopkeeper.

The tomb Knight noticed that the shopkeeper didn't respond because she was playing with the ring and looking in a direction as if she were looking at something.

The grave knight was worried about what the shopkeeper was thinking. He had planned to continue to ask, but now he didn't dare to ask.

This silence is maintained until... The music changes.

The beautiful Serenade suddenly changed, and the excited voice shook the eardrums, as if a thunderbolt had been struck on a sunny day, and the beautiful night began to rain.

This is a symphony. The sound comes from a unique crystal harp on the table. Like Ukrainian poros, it was exchanged by the human to the shopkeeper.

In this passionate symphony, balaleika finally recovered. She reached out her hand and stroked the crystal harp, and the music stopped immediately.

Balaleika turned off the music box, picked up the pipe on the small shelf, took a deep breath, and said, "what did you just say?"

The tomb Knight quickly repeated what he had said before.

"A guest is coming?" Balalaka squinted and looked in a certain direction. When she saw the comer, her eyes became darker: "I know."

"Shopkeeper, do you need me to meet you?" Asked the tomb knight.

"No, an acquaintance." After that, balaleika stood up, gave up his seat for the guests, went to the other side of the table, and took out two wine glasses and wine bottles containing crimson liquid from the counter below.

Balaleika poured himself upside down, humming a tune.

The tomb knight has been with balaleika for a long time, so he knows that her mood is rising at this time. Even if you ask about something, you won't care as long as it's not sensitive.

"Shopkeeper, did you see anything just now?" The tomb Knight couldn't help asking.

Balaleika poured the wine, glanced at the tomb Knight gently, smiled and said, "I just sensed a familiar fluctuation, which made me feel some emotion."

Familiar with fluctuations? The tomb Knight didn't understand balaleika.

"Is it a former guest?"

Balalaika shook his head: "no, it used to be a lord level existence, but later, it seems to become a guest's magic pet."

Does the Lord exist? This is even comparable to some demons, and has become the devil's pet of a guest?

Who could it be? The tomb knight felt a little confused.

When the tomb Knight hesitated to ask, a clear male voice came from the outside: "if you say Toby is angel's favorite, I think angel will be very angry, because in his opinion, he and Toby are the best partners."

The tomb Knight turned his head in surprise and saw a young man come in from the outside.

Before that, the tomb Knight didn't feel anyone behind him! It was not until he turned his head that he heard the footsteps of the young man, the same frequency as he had heard in the coffin before, that is, the young man was the guest.

However, just now he could hear each other's voice, but when he entered the resting place, he didn't find it. This is obviously illogical, unless the man's strength has reached a very strong point. He made a voice just to tell himself that he is coming.

As the young man passed the tomb knight, he nodded gently to him, and then sat opposite balaleika.

"Recovery witch, long time no see."

Balalaika smiled faintly, handed the poured wine to the other party, and then looked at his face: "since you have changed your body, why use this face? Don't you worry that the flameless Lord will trouble you?"

After a pause, balaleika sipped the wine and called out the name of the comer in a slight voice: "olucia."

Olucia, descendants of the once flameless Lord.

Olucia: "I'm used to this face in the mirror. I don't adapt to it at first, so I changed it back. Moreover, I don't worry about being found by the flameless Lord. After all, he is... Too busy now."

Balaleika thought and thought that olucia was right. The true spirit of the flameless Lord fell and fled. Even his real name was talked about at will without fear of revenge. In this case, it is really impossible to find trouble with olucia. After all, olucia has abandoned the blood and flesh of the descendants of the demon God.

"Although there is no physical body in the past, your strength does not seem to be affected."

"I always thought I was born by blood, but now think about it, blood may shackle my future. At least I live freely now, which should be thanks to angel." Olucia smiled.

Hearing the familiar name, balaleika was in a rare and sunny mood. He simply took the initiative to ask about the origin of olucia.

"You didn't come here to catch up with me this time?"

Olucia nodded, restrained her expression and said solemnly, "I have something to ask."

"What's up?"

"About... Asgad."