I Was Once a Legend

Corberus gently pushed the door of the room under cover.

Mr. Mo, who had always loved staying in the house, was unexpectedly away, and Korberus was not in a hurry. While waiting patiently, he took the top of the stack of books on the table, turned a page, and read it.

He didn't read much, and now he can teach him a little bit. Although Mr. Mo has a lot of books here, Kelberus rarely takes the initiative to read without his permission-he does not have a special desire for knowledge, but every minute with the master, there are more important things to be needed. He does it.

This is a biography of a person. The hero named Don Quixote seems to have a bad brain. The horse meets the windmill that grinds wheat. He sees the wing of the windmill as the arm of a giant. Wings, but the windmill folded his spear into several sections, and threw him out of the ground.

Kelberus hadn't figured out the meaning yet. A space crack appeared in the room. With strong energy fluctuations, Mr. Mo came out. His expression was very cold. He saw the Kelberus smelling while holding the book. The voice raised his head, his expression slightly softened.

The space door closed behind him. Mr. Mo noticed which book Corberus was reading. He smiled silently. He gave the cane to the man and said:

"Living in this world, no matter how beautiful and magnificent your dreams and illusions are, when the cold iron hoof of reality is over, you will have to bow your head and concede defeat."

Körberos realized the disturbing meaning in this remark and hesitated: "Master..."

"I'm talking about Don Quixote." Mr. Mo spread his arms so that Kerberus could take off his clothes. Abnormal energy fluctuations remained on the key pendant in the other party's neck. He frowned lightly and asked, "Are there any special guests coming today?"

"I'm about to tell you." Kirberos unbuttoned Mr. Mo's coat one by one, helping the other to put on a comfortable and soft pajamas. "Yesterday came a group of guests, one of whom played the slot machine all night. Among them, four million won, even called the emperor of the slot machine. Today, the man did not lose again at the table, and won 200 million in a row."

"I'm so lucky?" Although saying so, Mr. Mo didn't look very surprised. He looked at the rough fingers of the man in front of him and clasped the buttons for himself one by one, and raised his hand to touch his cheek.

Kelberus moved for a moment, his cool palm rubbing against his face, gentle and gentle like a lover, he lowered his eyes to continue his work, but his ears were red.

Mr. Mo was very satisfied with the effect of this kind of flirtation. He slid down and touched the protruding throat knot (you can see clearly that the neck is also above the neck!!!) and asked: "Did you entertain them?"

"Upgrade them to a VIP and bring them to the VIP suite. I will take care of the matter, but the host can rest assured."

"Well, it's a good job." The great artery on the neck was beating beneath the fingertips. The lifeline of this brave man was in his hands, but the other party was not vigilant and delivered all his trust and compliance. Mr. Mo enjoyed this feeling from the bottom of his heart. For Kelberus, he was no longer the slave that was bought by the impulse at the first moment, and could be beaten and abused casually.

With his fingertips teasing around his neck repeatedly, Kelberus's throat slipped up and down, his breathing was a little messy, staring at the face that was familiar enough to be depicted in the dream, the two tear moles in the eyes of the youth seemed to be hanging The tears fell to the softest place of his heart in the next second.

"Can I kiss you?" He finally asked, whispering that he couldn't bear it any longer, holding the young man's waist.

(These are all troublesome audits above the neck to see clearly!!!)

Mr. Mo did not agree or refuse.

Kelberus grabbed his hand and stepped forward slightly. The two were close together, and each could feel each other's warm breath hitting his face.

The fingertip of the other person in the palm of the hand has not been warmed up until now. Kelberus warmed with his body temperature and asked in a low voice: "You gave me that soul, what would you do? What do I need to do? Help you?"

Mr. Mo chuckled, and he leaned back and sat on the edge of the table lightly, with his feet hooked around Kelberus. The man staggered forward, struck his leg against the edge of the table, stretched his hand to support the wall, and trapped the youth in his arms.

This time Mr. Mo buried his head in his shoulder socket. He turned his head slightly, and his lips brushed Kelberus's ear when he spoke. The voice was like the song of Siren in the mist, enticing the sailor of Yehang:

"There are many ways to transfer the power of the soul, just return it to me in another form."

A fly was hiding in a dark corner where no one noticed, and the two people were entangled in their compound eyes.

At the same time, Cui Zuojing stared at Wangque in the staff channel, trying to spy out some news in advance from the little girl's reaction.

Over time, I saw that the expression of the serious face of the finches became more and more subtle, and soon the whole face quickly burned up. She made a mouthlessly and said "I'm going".

"How is it?" Dong Zheng asked.

"...I don't want to watch it anymore." Wangque raised her hand to cover her face, and the scene reflected in the compound eyes of the fly was perceived by her in a certain form of special consciousness. She began to struggle with whether to cut off the induction, peeping into the intimate life of others is not her What do I want to do, but in case I missed any important information?

"Oh?" Cui Zuojing suddenly came full of spirit, and the gossip of the ending sounded extremely, "What's wrong? Is that what I thought?"

Wangque nodded while covering her face.

Cui Zuojing whistled, he made up the picture, and could not wait to raise his hand: "I have a friend who is going to die, he only had such a wish before his death--"

Dong Zheng said helplessly: "If you are heard by Fu Zhe, it will be a bad thing."

"Isn't he here?" Cui Zuojing saw that Wangque was obviously going to be unable to endure, and was busy, "If you're ready, come here first, don't be forced."

Wangque hurriedly cut off the connection with the flies. The indescribable pictures finally disappeared from her eyes. She was relieved and recalled that now she only had a full "lying trough".

Wangque is never a girl who deliberately pretends to be pure. She eats all kinds of cp. She likes beautiful girls and handsome boys. She has seen a lot of flesh and fluff, but it is because she can’t find the channel. Live-action movies. But now, she has really met, and one of them is a person she is familiar with-Fu Zhe who has lived together for a long time and taught her a lot.

Although it is a soul fragment, it is exactly the same as Fu Zhe, and the visual effect is the same.

This undoubtedly caused a big impact on her not fragile heart. Wangque had to suspect that after returning, she might not be able to look directly at Fu Zhe for some time.

But...it's really tempting, how can it be so exciting! Unexpectedly, the fragments of Fu Zhe turned out to be like this!

There is also the man who does not know what his name is, and his figure is too good! Also a master bite, this kind of loyal dog x queen's master and servant is not more exciting!

Dong Zheng sighed, bursting his face and neck into red, Mad Aunt laughed and didn’t know what she was thinking, and crazy gossip wanted to spy on some news to catch Cui Zuojing, who had Fu Zhe’s handle punching him hard, one on each side Dragged away.

According to the location message sent by Victor, returning to the newly-stayed presidential suite, others are waiting for the progress of intelligence gathering. Dong Linhai could see at a glance that the finches were not right. He snorted and his eyes became puzzled.

Victor asked, "How is it?"

Wangque probably told everyone what he spied through the flies. The casino owner’s residence is on the 23rd floor. The elevator should be the only way, the ability to cross the space, the appearance of Fu Zhe, and Cole Perros respectfully called him the "master", and the unusual close relationship between the two.

Lin Xia and Xia Qiongyun face-to-face throwing dice to repay the overdraft lucky value Lin Hang meaningfully, "Oh," stunned and said: "Then this fragment looks very good, the money has the right to have a lover to accompany, pity us Mr. Fu’s orphans can’t even get out of the gate of the castle, which is too miserable—ah!”

The chair under his buttocks shattered. If Dong Linhai's eyes weren't pulling him quickly, Lin Hangzhi would sit in the debris pile and be hurt by the chrysanthemum tied in it.

"You are not qualified to say that Fu Zhe is miserable." Cui Zuojing smiled, "Yes, did the man make any inquiries about it?"

"His name is Kelberus, the supervisor here." Dong Linhai did not forget to ask for information when he secretly protected Lin Hang, "the gambler here all the year round said he was in the security team at first, because he was hard-working and was very popular among the bosses. Take it seriously, and step by step to the present position, those old gamblers are very afraid of him."

"Hell's three-headed dog's name? This master-servant play is quite interesting." Cui Zuojing spit out casually, and said, "I still can't determine whether the fragment is moral or conscience. For security reasons, we still have a quick decision. , Before he found something wrong and took the initiative to contact us."

Everyone agreed. So far, everything has proceeded very smoothly according to plan. At this time, it is already midnight. After the rest and rest tonight, they will start their first attack tomorrow. Everyone understands that they are not only facing a soul fragment with Fu Zhe's space and illusion capabilities, but also the brave and sturdy Kelberus.

Faint worries lingered in Cui Zuojing's heart. He looked forward to awakening his memory of himself, as he had withdrawn his goodwill, to make him realize that he was a fragment, and returned willingly. But all of this is based on the pale and boring experience of the magic flute player, and he has not experienced a real life as a complete individual from the beginning of the goodwill.

But Mr. Mo is different. He has everything and even enjoys happiness that Fu Zhe himself never had. Moreover, even if they can really persuade Mr. Mo, can they persuade Kelberos?

That man is expected to fight to the death to protect his lover.

But they must recover the debris, they need the remaining space power, even if it will cause some tragedy, it must be done.

Dong Zheng took his hand, and Cui Zuojing turned his head to look. Dong Zheng did not say anything, just looked at him, his eyes calm and firm.

The sway in Cui Zuojing's heart disappeared, yeah, what they have been pursuing is the final outcome, there will be some bloodshed and sacrifice in the middle, even he himself is ready to die at any time, too much Sensual people can't make a big deal, he knew this from the beginning.

He returned his feelings to the clown when he returned to the pure white realm, just to make himself sensible enough and invulnerable enough.

Everything is proceeding step by step.

But to everyone's surprise, on the day when the action began, someone took the lead before them.

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