Chapter 105 Bloody Nightmare

Miller and Ville walked out of the restaurant. They went around the whole town and didn't find any devils.

Although Miller wanted to kill Will several times, the devil was not found, his brother Micah did not wake up, and he could not kill Will. After all, Will is a subordinate of Micah. Micah thinks he is like a brother, and Miller doesn't want to do anything that makes his brother unhappy.

So Miller asked Ville to stay and continue to look for the devil, and he drove the dragon chariot back to the night castle.

What should I do? Looking at the originally wheat-colored face gradually turning pale, Miller was anxious. He went to beg his father, but he refused to help. He went to find the devil, but he couldn't find it. Did he watch his brother die?

Miller walked anxiously around the room.

He thought his heart was dead, but that afternoon 3,000 years ago, when those humans teamed up with the fire clan to wash the dark night empire, he saw the galloping blonde teenager among thousands of troops.

The appearance of the blonde teenager made Miller's heart like a pool of stagnant water surged up. He was too much like that person. Miller took the blonde boy back to the castle and gave him a name, Michael. Miller treated Micah like his own brother, like a hen guarding her baby, carefully protecting him for fear that he would be hurt a little. Because he did not fulfill his promise to that person, he felt that he owed that person, and he even thought that Micah was that person.

However, he didn't protect his brother and hurt him. Miller's heart was in turmoil, and his mind finally lost his calm.

He can't take the dark night empire or the descendants of ice and snow, but he can't want this brother. If he can exchange these for his brother's life, even if he has nothing, he is willing to become a weak human. Even if he sacrifices his body, then turns into an energy body, and returns to the planet that once abandoned him, he is willing, as long as he can wake up his brother. Because that person once said that he would be a real brother with himself in this life.

Why did you go for a word? You can't go up! No! Miller looked at the bed again and at the face that looked like that man. His stomach began to have empty pain again, and it was tight for a while, and then his heart also began to hurt. Waves of pain were like stormy waves, pouring into every pore, and like thousands of insects and ants biting their hearts.

The blood poison broke out again.

Miller's pupils were so red that they seemed to drip blood, and his desire for blood made his consciousness hazy in an instant. He rushed to his brother who was still lying on the bed, and his teeth were growing... He was eager to enjoy the pleasure of the fragrant heat flowing into his throat. He wanted to pierce it with his sharp teeth. That neck, I really want it. However, he saw Micah's body surrounded by a flame, and the body that looked like that man was burning in the flames. He seemed to hear the man's heartbreaking scream, and a voice sounded again, "Because of his appearance, you have created too much murder, and he will bear the responsibility of destroying life. Therefore, he will be burned..."

"Ah! No, I can't! I can't kill anymore! If I kill again, your guilt will be aggravated. It's me who implicated you, it's me..." Miller roared. He staggered to the ground and pulled out the dagger around his waist with his trembling hand.

He drew his dagger to his wrist. The bright red blood is flowing. He put his wrist close to his lips and sucked his blood fiercely.

Finally, the pain disappeared. Miller lay down on the floor. At this time, when he was weakest, he didn't even have the strength to get up, but even at this time, if someone stabbed his body with ten or twenty knives, he would not die. Because he has tried thousands of times, he wiped his neck, hanged, jumped water, burned the fire... Finally, he stabbed the sword into his heart, but he still did not die. After the resurrection again, he has an immortal body, or even if he has an immortal body, but if he changes a body, he doesn't need to suck blood anymore, right? No. What gave Miller a headache was that the blood poison haunted him like a nightmare, and it had been entangled for 10,000 years.

I have really been deprived of the right to die. Why should I suffer endless torture?

Miller tore his hair hard, and his wrist was intact, leaving not even a scar. However, due to the painful torture, his hair has been wet with sweat, but his sweat is not hot, but cold, just like a sudden ice rain, all on his head.

Miller got up from the floor and sat next to Micah. He stroked the pale face with his trembling hands. Micah is so much like that person, even his hair and skin color are the same. However, Micah is too pure, like a blank piece of paper. His heart is always so kind, and there is always a childish smile on his face. He has never had that kind of evil smile, let alone that kind of kingly strength and domineering. However, they are too similar. Sometimes, they really think he is reborn.

"Alas! If only the national teacher was here, and I don't know where Mr. Tuman has gone. Miller sighed and thought to himself: No matter who is injured Michael, it seems that he can only go to the Fire City. Perhaps the fire control of the Fire clan can expel the flames from Micah's body.

He looked at his brother on the bed again and said, "As long as you can wake up, I will do whatever you want me to do."

Miller hurried out of the castle. In the corridor, he almost bumped into a man.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness!"

"Oh, it's Lisa. I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you?" Miller saw a beautiful woman standing in front of him, who was Michael's subordinate.

"Well, I'm fine. Is Your Highness going out? Lisa looked into Miller's eyes, and she saw worry and anxiety from her red pupils.

"I'm going out to do something."

"Would you like to go with you?" Lisa said hurriedly. She felt that today's Her Royal Highness was a little unusual. In the past, the red pupils were either as cold as ice or as quiet as water. For three thousand years, she had never seen such an look in Her Royal Highness's eyes. Lisa guessed that something might have happened in the castle.

"No need." Miller's tone was as cold as ice. He walked to the top of the wall, took out the dragon chariot from his sleeve, and moved the button on it. He drove south in a flying dragon chariot.

Miller is standing in the dragon chariot. His snow-white and long black hair are dancing in the night wind. His back looks so lonely and desolate.

Your Highness is like a piece of ice, always rejecting people thousands of miles away with a cold expression. And the Second Highness is like a fire, and being with him can always make people feel happy and satisfied. Although the two brothers are not brothers, they are also cousins. Why is the personality difference between the two so big? If only he could treat me like Micah!

Lisa looked at the farther and farther away figure, and her eyes were full of sadness.