Demon Hunter and His Hut

Chapter 462 Anna wakes up

"wrong!"

While shocked, Roger quickly regained his composure. The first time he was discovered by Green was because he was too close, so this time even if he wanted to explore some of Green's secrets, Roger kept controlling both sides. the distance between.

Sure enough, those red eyes seemed to be staring at Roger, but as Roger moved, the red pupils still stared at the end of the line of sight.

There is a winding cobblestone path, and the end of the path leads to the edge of the manor, where it was originally empty.

However, when the last hunter's hut was promoted to level 8, the expansion of the hut also created an additional passage at the edge of the manor.

The situation at this time is very strange.

In reality, Green continued to walk forward, with the moonlight shining on his head, but his body seemed to merge with the darkness. If you looked closely, you would not be able to find any shadows around him.

On the other side, the black sticky substance in the shadow world came to the end at a very fast speed along the winding path.

The separation of body and shadow seems to cause Green's discomfort, which does not originate in body and spirit, but can make a person incomplete.

"Snapped!"

Green stopped.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

Galahad asked that the Green she knew was cool and wise, every move thoughtful and seldom as deviant as tonight.

"It's nothing, I just feel a little..."

Green turned his head and his eyes fell on the house in the darkness.

Galahad looked back, too, though she had no idea what Green was watching.

With his eyes drooping, Green retracted his gaze and swept his gaze across the ground.

There was nothing there.

There is no shadow.

Galahad looked up, and at some point a dark cloud appeared and blocked the moon in the sky.

"It's going to change, maybe there will be a rain tomorrow.

The rain in October can be very cold.

Green shrank his neck, he acted like an ordinary old man.

Or in other words, he can only use these actions to remind himself all the time.

like a normal person.

"Let's go back!"

He stepped out of the manor, with Galahad following behind him, closing the door.

At this time, the dark clouds dissipated, and the moonlight shone through the clouds on the earth.

I don't know if it was an illusion or not, Galahad always felt that Green's shadow seemed to move from a far away place.

Suddenly appeared at his feet.

Enough of the unusual things that happened all night, she shut her mouth wisely, and disappeared into the darkness with Greene.

Roger didn't go to find Green's secret about Tier 4. He was standing in the gloomy path, surrounded by tumbling black smoke like mist, making him unable to see the boundary.

At the end of the grayish path, there was originally a vague door, but at this time there was a clear bloody handprint on the door.

That feeling didn't seem like someone was pressing it with a blood-stained palm.

As if the door was a red-hot iron, someone pressed his hand on it, and it was torn down together with flesh and skin.

At this time, Roger's body was shocked, and a domino he placed close to his body suddenly jumped into the air, and then the domino shattered into fine crystal powder and then condensed into a woman in a long white dress.

"Anna?!"

Roger looked delighted, "Have you removed the weird energy above and completely integrated that bone into your body?"

Anna's eyes were cold, and there were hidden emotions that Roger couldn't guess. Roger asked tentatively, "Your memory..."

"Retrieved part of..."

She shook her head, and the confusion on her face became more intense, "I don't know what's wrong."

Saying that, she stretched out her left hand to hold Roger, and her illusory right hand pushed the door in front of her.

"It's useless, this is not an ordinary door, it can't be opened at all!"

Roger opened his mouth and said that he had tried many times before.

But the next second, Roger saw Anna's right hand pass through the illusory door, and then, he took a step forward and slammed his head against the door under Anna's pull.

The black mist came head on.

Turn around.

"what happened?"

Roger suddenly remembered that the door of shadow hidden in the manor was the first one that Anna discovered and pushed open.

Is there any connection between Anna and the shadow world?

In the next second, his vision returned to normal. Roger squinted slightly, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to block his eyes. Although the sun was warm, it was a bit dazzling.

"Wait a minute?"

"Sunshine? Dazzling?"

It's obviously dark here, and after the trial of grass, Roger's eyes have already been transformed. Even if he faces a light source that is stronger than sunlight, he can keep his normal vision by controlling the contraction of his pupils.

"How is this going?"

The doubts in his heart were not spoken. Roger was surprised to find that he seemed to be a spectator of a body, not a participant.

"The sun is so comfortable here that we might be able to lie down like this for the rest of our lives."

A soft female voice came from his ear. Roger wanted to look sideways at the woman lying beside him, but unfortunately he couldn't control his actions at all.

"How many years is a lifetime?"

Roger opened his mouth and said, the voice is warm and magnetic, it is easy to make people feel good, but it is also not Roger's voice.

"A lifetime is a lifetime, your question is so strange," said the woman beside her.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his body sink, and a burst of aroma rushed towards his face, and a woman's face instantly expanded in front of him, and then her lips lightly pressed against his cheek.

This is a strange woman. She has black hair and delicate facial features, thin eyebrows, big and round eyes, and her eyes are beating with the liveliness and joy that is unique to a girl.

This kind of feeling is too weird. Roger seems to be the master of this body, but he can't do anything. He seems to have got into someone else's brain, peeping at a person's most secret memory.

Feel the same.

"If we had a child of our own, what would we name him?"

The woman stared at Roger affectionately.

"If it's a boy, we'll call him..."

"No, not a boy, but a girl."

Roger replied.

"What did you say?"

The woman looked strange, but soon her face showed a hint of joy, "It looks like you like girls more."

"Well, if it's a girl, we'll give her a nicer name."

"Um...how about Yennefer?"

The woman frowned, "It looks like you don't like this name, well, then I'll choose one of my mother's middle names."

"Well, Anna, how is Anna?"