The dim room was filled with the lingering fragrance of fine wine. The heavy quilt covered the figure on the bed, outlining a slender figure. With a sleepy groan, Sere pushed away the arm on his chest and sat up from the bed.
.
Her long golden hair hung low, covering her eyes. Sere combed it back vigorously, revealing a pale forehead. His ruby eyes swept across the woman lying next to him, her expression full of confusion.
"Sere..."
The woman called Sere's name, stretched out her hands and tried to wrap her arms around his neck, treating him as her affectionate lover.
Sere lowered his head, responded to the woman's call, held her hand, and combed her long hair.
"Marry me, Sere, and we will be together forever."
The woman whispered thinking about the future, "We will spend a happy time together and have several children..."
Sere smiled at the woman, but his smile was unexpectedly cold and he didn't say a word.
"Sere..."
The woman continued to call, which made Sere a little upset.
Sere pushed the soft body beside him, walked out of bed silently, and found his clothes from the messy floor. They were soaked in wine, wet, and felt sticky when worn on his body.
"Sere, what's wrong with you?"
The woman woke up. She hugged the quilt and didn't understand why Serei was suddenly so cold.
"I'm leaving."
Serei was arranging his clothes as he spoke, without any emotion in his tone, "Maybe I will never come back again."
The woman was stunned for a moment, as if she was waking up from a dream. She suspected that she heard wrongly, "What did you say?"
"I said...it's time for me to leave, that's it."
Sere was dressed. The dark and straight coat set off his elegant temperament. The scarlet pupils reflected the expression of the woman who was about to cry. He was extremely cold and there was no shock in his heart.
"Why?"
The woman doesn't understand, she doesn't understand.
"No reason."
In the past, Serei would explain it carefully, and then get punched and kicked by the women. Gradually, he was too lazy to do this, and indifference was the best answer.
He turned his head, picked up the black umbrella next to the door, and strode away.
The woman reacted slowly. She picked up the quilt and ran out the door. When she got to the balcony, she saw Serei holding a black umbrella and walking a long distance away.
She didn't think about why Serei walked so fast, nor did she understand why he held an umbrella in the early morning. She just yelled.
"Sere, you bastard!"
The curses faded away behind Sere, and it seemed that all this had nothing to do with him. Sere hummed a distant tune, walking alone on the forest path holding an umbrella.
For a Night Clan, walking in the daytime is extremely dangerous. Even though Sere is a Night Clan lord, Sere likes to hold an umbrella and hide in the sun, which makes him feel like he is between life and death.
The thrill of dissociation is like walking with the god of death.
Sere raised his head and looked at the edge of the black umbrella. He suddenly stopped and slowly stretched out his hand and crossed the edge of the shadow.
The sun shone directly on Sere's palm, and in an instant, several scorched black spots appeared on his white palm, and wisps of white smoke rose.
The heart-wrenching pain spread, but Serei did not feel fear. Instead, he felt an inexplicable excitement. He watched his skin being burned through, and his flesh and blood condensed into one piece. His fingers bent involuntarily, exuding a wave of excitement.
A burning smell.
Sere's eyes became sickly, and a dark impulse arose in his heart, wanting to throw away the black umbrella and completely expose himself to the gaze of the sun.
This is an extremely crazy idea. The deadly sunlight will first scorch Sere's skin, burn through his body, and evaporate all the blood in his body. But fortunately, judging from Sere's bloodline, even at noon
Even under the scorching sun, it would take more than ten minutes to bake it into pitch black charcoal.
Serre had enough time to act like a coward and flee into the shadows.
"Be brave, Sere."
Sere muttered to himself, his palms had been completely burned into pitch black. He continued to stretch out his hands, the sunlight slowly crawled across his arms, and clusters of flames danced in front of his eyes.
A crazy and weird smile bloomed on Sere's face, and the dark impulse reached its limit. It seemed that he would throw away the black umbrella in the next second and be bathed in the sun again after a hundred years.
At this critical moment, the infinite fear of death erupted from the bottom of Sere's heart, and it easily drowned out the dark impulse.
Sere's breathing stopped for a moment, and he quickly retracted his arm that was sticking out of the shadow, and ran away like a coward, clutching the black umbrella tightly, and hiding in the shadow under the trees.
His heart was beating violently, and after a long time, Sere recovered from the fear of death. He sat blankly in the shadows, and passed like this for a long time.
The sound of horse hooves gradually progressed, and a group of armored knights escorted a luxurious carriage, speeding past on the forest path.
The knights holding the flag high noticed Sere in the shadows. They slowed down and looked at this strange existence that appeared in the wilderness.
Sere seemed to be a decent man, with an aristocratic temperament and a distant and indifferent expression. He was clearly close at hand, yet seemed to be far away.
Logically speaking, such people should only appear in manor castles, not in this dangerous wilderness.
The leading knight asked kindly, "Sir, are you okay?"
Sere looked up at the knight and nodded gently. Except for the clothes that were a little burnt, the arm that should have turned into charcoal had grown flesh again.
"Were you robbed?"
The knight asked again, in this era of war and chaos, the wilderness is full of robbers.
Serei was very good at lying, "So be it."
There was a sound in the carriage, and the woman poked her head out. She saw Sere at the first sight. Like many women who had looked at Sere, she stared blankly at Sere, and was easily addicted to Sere.
In those beautiful eyes.
Sere also looked at the woman, and the expression on her face was so familiar. Sere had seen the same expression on many women's faces.
Forgetting the dark impulses and fear of death in his mind, Sere was like starting another game. He knew that his hunting had begun.
"Are you going somewhere?" the woman asked proactively.
"Sorry," Sere shook his head, showing a sad look, "No more."
"It's so pitiful. Do you want to come with us?" the woman invited.
"Well...thank you."
Sere raised the black umbrella and carefully got into the carriage.
The knight watched all this coldly, until bursts of conversation and laughter could be heard in the carriage.
The team passed through wilderness and streams and arrived at an ancient castle. They were escorting the lord's daughter.
Time changes, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Sere was wearing pajamas and standing in front of the balcony. He looked into the distance. It was another beautiful morning. The deadly sunshine was brewing behind the mountains, and the hazy light illuminated most of the sky.
The picture in front of him overlapped with the scenes in his memory. Serei had experienced similar scenes countless times.
"Sere..."
A slightly weak voice sounded behind Sere. Sere turned his head. The woman sat up tiredly and waved to Sere.
"What's wrong?"
Sere sat next to the woman and put his arms around her shoulders. He could feel the weakness in the woman's aura, and her face became haggard.
"I...I just feel a little uncomfortable."
The woman smiled and reached out to touch Sere's face, "After all these years, you really haven't changed at all... Isn't everything you said true? Are you really an undead person?"
In response to this, Sere just smiled, with a sense of mystery, and whispered in her ear, "Maybe, I am really an undead, or maybe I take good care of myself."
After hearing this, the woman coughed and laughed. After laughing, she became even weaker. She collapsed in Sere's arms and said with envy, "That's great. I also hope that I am immortal."
"Are you afraid of death?"
Sere said, hugging the woman's body tightly and gently stroking her hair.
"Of course, how can someone not be afraid of death," the woman said and laughed at herself, "Yes, Sere, you are an immortal, how can you understand mortals' fear of death?"
Sere didn't speak, and the woman didn't say anything. She just hugged Sere tightly, feeling the body temperature coming from Sere's body.
That cold body temperature.
"Sere, I also want to become an immortal." The woman suddenly said.
Sere looked down at the woman's eyes, her face full of morbidity and death, filled with the desire for immortality.
The pain tortures the woman without any worries, making her exhausted. The more she feels the chill of death, the more the woman desires to live. She is still young, and there are still too many beautiful things to enjoy. In order to survive, she is willing to give everything.
The woman grabbed Sere's hands pleadingly, and Sere avoided her gaze and said deceitfully, "How can I be an immortal..."
"Help me, Sere, I don't want to die yet." The woman interrupted Sere.
Serei took a deep breath, touched the woman's face with regret, and vetoed with difficulty, "No, immortality is not a blessing, but a more terrible curse. It will dilute all the beauty into pale decay."
"It's okay, I'm not afraid, so I can stay with you forever." the woman said.
Se Lei pushed the woman away and his tone became cold, "You won't understand. A long time is enough to change everything. I have seen too many people turn from love to hatred towards me."
When he mentioned hatred, Sere couldn't help but laugh, but this laughter was full of self-sarcasm.
The woman fell silent, faint sobbing sounded, and Sere looked blankly at the outside world, guessing that he was leaving again.
"Is it really not possible? Sere." the woman asked for the last time.
Sere responded with silence.
The woman's expression turned from pain to indifference, and finally she looked at Serei just as Serei looked at herself.
She clapped her hands, and the door was kicked open. A group of fully armed knights rushed in. They raised their swords and set up shields, and quickly surrounded Sere.
Serei was not surprised by this. He had experienced similar situations many times. Sometimes Serei wondered whether his life had entered some kind of reincarnation, and he was just repeating it over and over again until he
Tired of all this.
The woman ordered, "Kill him!"
The knights roared and swung their swords forward. The swords slashed Sere repeatedly, but Sere did not resist. He allowed himself to be chopped into pieces of flesh and blood, and the pieces of meat flew. Soon, Sere turned into a bloody corpse.
In the blood everywhere, the woman supported the knight, stood up with difficulty, and looked at Sere's body.
She said expectantly, "Come and be happy, come and be happy."
Like a magic spell, the body that was supposed to be dead actually moved. This scene scared the surrounding knights back a few steps. In the pool of blood, Sere staggered to his feet. The hideous wound healed quickly, and within seconds Sere
All the injuries on his body were healed, and only the scarlet blood on the ground proved that what just happened was not an illusion.
The woman shouted excitedly, "You are really immortal!"
She directly grabbed the sword in the knight's hand, raised it with difficulty, and threatened, "Serre, tell me the secret of eternal life!"
What responded to her was a rapid burst of scarlet light, as if a storm had descended on the room. The woman was hit by an invisible force and was slapped back on the bed fiercely.
Her vision was in chaos, and she couldn't see anything. There was a series of clanking metal collisions in her ears, followed by the shrill screams of the knights. The pungent smell of blood filled the air, as if there were tons of blood.
is flowing.
The chaos only lasted less than a minute. When the woman struggled to get up from the collapsed bed, the room was in a mess, with severed limbs and blood everywhere. The armor was twisted, crushing the knights' bodies into pieces.
Meatballs.
Sere stood among the corpses, the corners of his mouth covered with blood, and in his hands was a corpse with its neck bitten off.
Only then did the woman wake up and realize what kind of monster she had been living with day and night for so many years. She also realized how crazy and stubborn she had done to avoid death.
She murmured, "I'm sorry..."
Serei looked at the woman, picked up the black umbrella in the corner, passed the corpses, and walked towards the door.
The woman knew that Sere had left this time and he would never come back again, so she shouted at her back.
"Sere!"
Sere paused for a moment, then turned his head, "I can't give you the immortality you want, so don't embarrass me anymore."
The woman seemed to have given up her attachment to the undead, "No... Serei, I just want to ask, have you really loved me?"
"Of course," Sere affirmed, "I loved you."
Hearing this, the woman laughed heartily, her laughter gradually getting out of control, and finally turned into a hysterical roar.
"No, you monster, you don't understand what love is."
In an instant, the woman thought about many things clearly, "I'm not the first, and I'm definitely not the last, right!"
At this time, the woman did not feel sad about her own death, but felt sad about the time she had spent with Sere for so many years.
"You don't love me at all, I'm just a little pet you use to kill time..."
She scratched her cheek and it was bloody.
"You never loved me..."
Facing this scene, Serei's heart was still not touched at all. Just like before, he was already very familiar with this scene and was used to it. Serei could even guess what the woman would say next.
The woman begged, "Will you remember me?"
Sere said, "I guessed it."
The woman was stunned for a moment, and then Serei turned around and left, completely disappearing from her life. No matter how much she cried to stay, Serei's pace never slowed down for a moment.
After leaving the castle, Sere realized that this was the first time he had left this place in so many years. He found that the outside world had changed a lot. People had laid railways in the wilderness and trains rumbled past.
Sere liked this new thing, which was much faster than a horse-drawn carriage. In the next few years, he took the train to many places and experienced several "loves". Some only lasted a few days and nights, while others
It's a few months.
By chance, Sere met a very interesting woman, and the two chatted very well.
"Actually, I am an immortal."
One night, Sere suddenly said to this woman.
"Huh? Are you kidding me?"
"What I said is true."
Sere said, picking up the knife and slitting his own throat, blood flowing out.
The woman was completely frightened. Before she could scream in fear, Sere's wound had healed. He also held the woman's hand and let her touch the smooth skin to ensure that the wound had healed on its own.
"Is this magic?" The woman had tears in her eyes, her mood completely disturbed by Sere.
"It's not magic, it's true immortality."
Sere performed finger cutting and self-healing in front of her again.
Although the process was outrageous, the woman still spent one night accepting Serre's identity as an undead person.
"According to the plot in the novel, shouldn't you undead hide your identities?" the woman asked puzzledly, while cutting small incisions on Sere's body to observe their self-healing.
"Logically speaking, I would do this to avoid trouble," Sere looked into her eyes, "but I think you are very interesting, and I want to see your reaction."
"How do you think I will react? Seeking immortality from you and becoming an immortal like you?"
"almost."
"It sounds like someone did this before me. What was the result?"
"It's very sad."
"Knew it……"
"Then do you want to become an immortal?" Sere tested the woman.
"Well..." She looked at Serei carefully and shook her head, "No, I don't want it."
An unexpected answer.
"Look at yourself, Sere."
"What's wrong with me?"
"You are bright and beautiful on the outside, but you are actually rotten into a ball of stinky mud on the inside." The woman fiddled with her skirt, making it ripple like a butterfly, "I don't want to be like you."
"So you refuse to die?"
"uh-huh."
Sere looked at the woman in front of him carefully. It was the first time in so many years that he met such an interesting person. Because of this, Sere rarely had the idea of going deeper with her.
So another year passed, Serei wore straight clothes, and the woman wore a pure white wedding dress. The two held hands and entered the palace of marriage.
There were not many people attending the wedding, most of them were friends and relatives of the woman. Under everyone's gaze, Sere embraced the woman and waited for the oath.
"Sere, I love you." the woman said.
"I love you too."
"No, our love is different."
"Why?"
"In your life, you have loved many people, Sere, but I am different. In my life, I have only loved you."
The woman asked again, "Do you remember those people who once held hands with you?"
Sere wanted to lie, but this time he didn't, "I can't remember clearly. This is the disadvantage of a life that is too long. Many people's seemingly precious experiences are just normal to me, so they gradually fade and become
An ordinary grain of dust."
"What a pity... Then will I be forgotten by you? Will you still remember me in one hundred, two hundred, or even one thousand years?"
The woman held his neck and kissed his lips.
Serei didn't speak. He didn't want to lie, but he couldn't give an absolute promise.
As if the woman knew his little thoughts, she continued, "I love you, Sere, I love you very much, but I will not become an immortal like you. I know what that means."
"We may be able to spend hundreds or thousands of years together, but I know that time will make our relationship deteriorate, and no matter how brilliant our love is, it will fade into vulgarity.
You may hate me, and I may hate you. The more we love each other now, the more we will hate each other when the time comes, vowing to crush each other to ashes."
She hugged Sere's head, kissed his cheek, and licked his earlobe.
"But I also know that I am just a mortal, and I will eventually die. In your long life, no matter how brilliant and passionate I am, it will only be a moment in your life.
I hope this moment can become eternity and be remembered by you forever."
When the woman finished speaking, Sere suddenly smelled a pungent smell of blood. The woman let go of Sere, and inserted a dagger into her chest. The blood quickly stained the pure white dress, like a flower.
Blooming rose.
She fell heavily down the steps and fell to the ground. She did not let out any screams, but looked at Sere's face stubbornly, letting her face be forever imprinted in Sere's heart.
The woman guessed that Sere would never forget her again.
For a moment, the wedding scene was in chaos. People rushed to the woman's side and tried to save her life. The family members were grieving and crying.
Sere just looked at all this indifferently, as if what happened had nothing to do with him, and he was a complete outsider.
There was a little warmth on his cheek, Sere touched it, and little blood stains were printed on his fingertips.
Suddenly, Sere laughed, walked over the woman's body impatiently, and strode out of the wedding venue.
A woman thinks she is special and thinks that this way will make her remember her... Serei just feels bored. He has seen more than one crazy lover like this in his long life.
They all thought they were special, they all thought they could restrain Sere, and they all thought they could be remembered forever.
No, they are just playthings that Sere uses to entertain himself in his long life.
Playthings don’t need names, and they don’t need to be remembered.
…
"So, this is your story? Sere."
In the dark tavern, in an atmosphere full of alcohol, the woman drank all the wine in her glass and slapped Sere on the shoulder vigorously, "You are really a beast!"
"Animal? I think it's okay. At least everyone had a good time."
Serei drank one glass after another, letting the alcohol fill his brain, "Speaking of which, after we parted ways a few years ago, I really didn't expect to meet you here.
Traveling from the ridge of the mountains to here, your adventure has been a long one."
"I didn't expect to see you here, but I thought it was a reunion of old friends, but after listening carefully to your past..."
The woman pretended to be trembling and said, "Wow, Serei, you won't fall in love with me, right? Don't. It sounds like there will be no happy ending for the person who falls in love with you or the person who falls in love with you."
Sere was silent for a moment, maybe because of the joy of reunion, or maybe because alcohol really defeated reason, he confessed for the first time.
"I have no idea."
"What did you say?"
"To be honest, I don't know what love is, and I don't really understand this kind of thing. After all, I am an immortal. All my oaths and loyalty are gone to hell in the face of time."
"Ha ha!"
The woman laughed when she heard Sere's complaint, and then asked, "Then what do you mean by following me all the time?"
"I think you are very interesting and suitable for passing time." Sere said.
"That is to say... you fell in love with me? Then your love is really cheap, Serei," the woman did not get angry, "I am just like those women who have appeared in your life? A way to pass the time.
pet?"
Seretian said shamelessly, "I don't know. You may be different from them, or you may be the same. Who knows? This kind of thing."
The woman was silent for a while, then she pulled Sere's ear and said loudly.
"You bastard, you are just a willful child. You treat everyone as entertainment, so you will fall in love with anyone easily. But when you know her well enough and know everything about her, you will lose your love for her.
Interested, swagger away to find the next toy for entertainment!"
In just a few words, the woman understood everything about Sere, "You won't be sad, or even feel guilty. In your opinion, you are not of the same class or species from the beginning, just like an owner treats a pet.
"
Se Lei was speechless by what she said, but he still said forcefully, "So?"
"So? So I'm leaving." The woman said, picking up the package and making faces at him.
Serei looked at the woman's back and suddenly asked, "Then do you love me?"
"Who knows? My love is not as cheap as yours."
After the woman finished speaking, she opened the door and left. Se Lei was stunned for a moment and followed quickly.
Sere rarely wastes too much time on a woman, but this time he followed her for several months, and she didn't chase him away. Sometimes the two of them would have a meal together and chat.
, they will help each other when they encounter some troubles.
Of course, it was mainly Sere who helped her. As a night clan lord, Sere had power beyond imagination.
Time passed slowly, until one night during a conversation, Sere suddenly asked.
"Tell me, what's your name?"
Sere realized a very fatal thing. He had known the woman for so long, and now he didn't even know the woman's name.
"secret."
The woman decisively rejected him.
"ha?"
After realizing this, Serei briefly recalled it. He found that even though he had been traveling together for so long, he knew very little about the woman's story. For most of the journey, Serei was alone in talking about it.
The woman listened to all the strange things he encountered in his long life and responded from time to time.
"I thought we were friends," Sere said.
"Hey, yo, I don't want it anymore. Being your friend is pretty terrible." The woman shook her head repeatedly.
"Then why don't you drive me away?" Sere asked again.
The woman asked back, "I didn't stop you, why didn't you leave on your own initiative?"
Seeing Serei stunned, the woman laughed happily, "Serei, you are indeed an interesting guy. I really like you, but you are indeed a villain, a damn bad guy."
Sere listened silently.
"I know that when you, bastard, completely understand me, it's time for you to leave," the woman narrowed her eyes, "So I won't let you understand me so easily. This is a war of attrition."
"The most important thing I lack is time," Sere said.
"So? You always think that you have unlimited time and unlimited capital, but I am different." The woman approached Sere, "I am a mortal, and my time is limited. Maybe I haven't waited for you yet."
If you understand me completely, I will die."
Sere laughed angrily, "You want to gamble your life with me? For this boring game?"
"Boring? Isn't this very interesting?" the woman said, "Want to compete? This time the arrogant undead may fall into the hands of a mortal."
"So you love me?"
"Love, love, love," the woman said impatiently, "Don't ask this, you are so childish."
"Am I childish?"
This was the first time that Se Lei was called naive. The woman in front of him was probably not even a fraction of his age.
"That's right, even if you live for hundreds of years or thousands of years, you are still as childish as a child." The woman commented.
Se Lei was silent. He had to admit that he was indeed interested in the woman's bet. Among the many people he had met, they used various methods to attract Se Lei's attention, trying to make him remember it forever.
Take yourself in your hands.
In this routine, the woman in front of him was a complete freak, and Serei couldn't understand what she was thinking.
"What flowers do you like?" Sere asked.
"Why do you ask this suddenly?"
"I'm trying to understand you."
"Well... let's talk about it in a year?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Based on your current performance and my feelings for you, I plan to tell you the answer to this question in one year. How about it?"
"But I still want to know more about you."
"So you have to work hard, great immortal, while I'm still alive, you have to find ways to make me fall in love with you and open my heart to you." The woman smiled particularly brightly.
"Then what's your name?" Sere asked, "At least let me know the name of your opponent."
The woman hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and fist-bumped Sere.
"Elsa Tash."
"Aisha..."
"Elsa!"
Sere called out that distant name and woke up suddenly from the bed. He looked around nervously, but found that the familiar figure was not here.
Yes, she is no longer here a long time ago, and Sere is the only one in the dark room.
Sere fell down on the bed and waited for a while before slowly getting up. He looked at the wall in front of him. There were countless oil paintings hanging on the wall, and each painting depicted a beautiful woman.
Their eyes were gentle, as if they were all looking at Sere.
Sere didn't care about these portraits. In his opinion, these portraits were just foils, a cover-up to hide the one he really loved among the many.
"Aisha..."
Sere muttered the name and looked at a painting in the corner.
In the painting, Aisha is still as beautiful as Serei remembered. He reached out and touched the cheeks, the tip of the nose, and the same scarlet pupils as Serei in the painting.
In a daze, Sere could still hear her scolding.
"You're cheating, Sere!"
"You long for a destination, but you are afraid that your destination will constrain you. You are really an insatiable guy."
"Sere, you have been loved by too many women in your life. Love is a common thing for you, but I am different...
I have been missing something purely beautiful in my life."
Sere saw Aisha's face starting to burn, and every inch of skin, flesh and blood turned into ashes. Sere was horrified. He wanted to slap the flames off her body, but he couldn't stop it at all.
The crisp sound of the impact woke up Sere. He stared blankly at the blank wall. Only then did Sere realize that everything just now was just an illusion, and he slapped the painting randomly and dropped the painting to the ground.
Picking up the portrait, Sere hung it up again. Looking at the face that overlapped with the one in his memory, Sere could still remember what she said to him at that time.
"It's okay, Sere."
Even though she was bathed in sunshine and surrounded by blazing fire, she still spoke to herself in that gentle tone.
