I Was Once a Legend

Wangque and Luozhen sit on the top of the highest tower in the Wangcheng. The ancient city is panoramic, blurred at the edge of the dream. Luo Zhen stretched her legs out of the gap between the railings naturally and shook it casually, but Wangque was much more restrained. From that day on, she was unavoidably afraid of heights. Whenever she stood on a high place, she always remembered being pushed The fear of falling down the roof.

Luo Zhen asked about the recycling of debris this time, and Wang Que said a little bit with reservation. She could feel that Luo Luo was all clear, but she just wanted to hear her talk again.

"Why don't you just meet Brother Cui?" Wang Que asked the question again.

Luo Zhen shook his head and said, "It's not the right time."

"What are you planning?" Wangque looked at her. This girl looked like her age, but was imprisoned by dreams for nearly ten years. The real age under the girl's appearance should also be ten years older than her. Years old, "You have concealed a lot of things, if you go on like this, I will not give you all the trust."

Luo Zhen smiled, and finally Wang Que still couldn't hold her breath, but questioned that it was a lot more night than she had imagined. She held out her hand, held the wind, and replied: "It's okay, you just have to wait , Time will tell you everything you want to know."

When Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng returned to the apartment, Victor had already been waiting downstairs. When they saw the two coming back, he did nothing to help Dong Zheng deal with the wound.

Cui Zuojing: "How is it?"

Victor: "Fortunately, I haven't been here at midnight. What about you?"

"In the middle of the night, we handed over once in midnight to Heimda and wounded it. In the middle of the night, it didn't come again except for some shrimps and crabs." Cui Zuojing said, "It feels more like trying to test me and Dong. The strength of the sign is not really shot."

"It's definitely not good to deal with the two of you and take advantage of it. Didn't we break us apart and break each one?" Victor said as he went upstairs.

Cui Zuojing nodded: "I used the power of time, it will almost be clear to him, but it doesn't matter, with you and Fu Zhe, we still have a lot of cards."

They returned to the apartment and waited for a while, making sure that the ban on space on the night of cleaning disappeared before waking up the others.

Re-entering the castle, the crowd immediately went back to their rooms to take a shower and rest. Fu Zhe was not in the living room, and Cui Zuojing went directly to the study to find him.

He pushed open the door, and the array on the study floor used to sense other debris was already bleak. Fu Zhe was sitting beside him, hearing Cui Zuojing coming in and raising his head.

"Good news and bad news." Cui Zuojing closed the door and showed him the seal on his wrist. "We successfully recovered our morals, but our conscience was killed by him."

Fu Zhe's complexion changed slightly, but soon, his frowns relaxed.

"It's okay," he stood up and said softly, "this world probably doesn't need conscience anymore."

Cui Zuojing is undeniable. From the time when morality said that he killed his conscience by hand, he felt extremely ironic.

The purple light emerged from the seal, gathered like an elf next to Fu Zhe, and finally entered his eyebrow. As the space began to fluctuate, the time force in the body also resonated, the curtains did not wind automatically, and the books on the table blew. Open, on the flying paper, imprinted the last vestiges of magic.

Victor raised his head and looked upstairs. The space force spread like a wave towards the surroundings, but was blocked by an invisible barrier when he reached the edge of the castle. As the energy dissipated more and more, the barrier changed. To be in danger.

With an inaudible cracking sound, it has accumulated a terrifying energy that suddenly broke through the seal, passed through the endless space cracks around the ancient castle, and once again established a connection with the pure white earth.

The curse that has existed for ten years is finally broken at this moment.

Fu Zhe opened his eyes, and in those black eyes, there was an indescribable emotion that flashed through, but was quickly hidden very well.

But that didn't escape Cui Zuojing's eyes, he knew that Fu Zhe should have acquired the memories of morality.

Moral fragments returned to Fu Zhe. What impact did it have? Only he himself could know.

Cui Zuojing didn't say much, he stepped forward with open arms and gave Fu Zhe a hug.

"Congratulations, you are free."

Fu Zhe laughed. He patted Cui Zuojing's back and said softly, "Yeah."

He waited for eight years, waited for the salvation of his old friends, and waited for two years, waiting for the freedom he longed for the most.

But why do you feel like you are missing a piece?

In the following days, everything returned to its normal trajectory. Cui Zuojing returned to the team, Dong Zheng took back the position of captain, and everyone entered different boxes to get points and accumulate tickets for the next area.

The only thing worth mentioning is Heinrich. When he returned to Heimrda in the morning after the cleaning night, he saw a messy hallway, which was hit by a thief-like props showroom , And the door of the office where he was cut a hole, almost breathless.

Dong Zheng and Cui Zuojing knew of their losses and used some points as compensation. After hearing the thrilling experience of the two at night, Heinrich could only recognize them, and did not let them compensate those magical tools that were hard to collect. This is also the first time he saw a pilgrim who survived from the executioner during the **** night. Anyway, the ravioli splitter squad is also the thickest thigh in their organization. It is not a favor to sell it to the other party to the extent he can afford it. Lose money trading.

...But it hurts! ! !

Fu Zhe was finally able to leave the castle. The ashes-like otaku ran outside on the first day of the curse to see the long-lost sky, green trees, streets and crowds, breathing the air with the smell of grass and wandering around. The others just came out of the box and were resting. Only Lilian asked if she needed to be with her, but Fu Zhe refused. At this beautiful moment, he still wanted to feel alone, to release his heart. .

Standing on the side of the street, watching strange faces back and forth, the sun shining on the treetops and people’s shoulders, as if it was an unreal fantasy dream, obviously a long-lost beauty, but Fu Zhe felt the inevitable fear, this fear Just like the old cloth from Shawshank prison, after 50 years of prison life, he has no way to adapt to the outside world.

The spacious and empty streets made him feel insecure that way. Fu Zhe knew that he needed a period of time to adapt slowly. Ten years of imprisonment had destroyed some things in the personality to a certain extent.

He would go out shopping every day, sometimes alone, sometimes buying daily necessities with Lilian, or following Cui Zuojing to Heimerda, many times Fu Zhe will have a certain feeling of being peeped, but When he surveyed the surroundings, he found nothing.

It was the same on this day. The Wonton Splitter Squad had all got their tickets and set off for the next area. Fu Zhe went out alone. He walked slowly on the street, nobody paid attention to this plain-looking young man. He was wearing the most ordinary white shirt and a gray coat, and everything in the world was reflected in the eyes that had been deposited for a long time. Both moles of tears came to life.

Something flew past the street corner behind him, Fu Zhe turned back in a sense, the street corner was empty.

He frowned and took a step back.

And in the shops on the street not far away, the man with dark honey eyes stood in front of the window, looking closely at the figure that thought day and night. He had a Persian machete hanging around his waist, with a brand-new gauze wrapped around the handle. The former one was soaked in blood and could no longer be cleaned.

He raised his hand and touched his chest. The key-shaped pendant clung to the skin. The girl took away the energy contained on it, but left the key to him.

Fu Zhe's figure turned into the alley, and Kelberus followed him, only to find that there was no one in the alley, only a small door in the corner.

Kelberus took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole. Obviously it was an unmatched key, but when it was inserted into the keyhole, it became completely fit.

He twisted it lightly, and the door was opened, and the dark inside was leading to an unknown location.

This morning he saw with his own eyes the group of people who forcibly took the owner away and headed for the station. Now, the only one left in their base should be Fu Zhe alone.

The unspeakable impulse burst out in my heart, and the desire to see a familiar figure **** everything. In the past three months, he has been craving every day, every minute and every second, eager to hear him again. Voice, and then took his hand.

He can't wait.

Kelberus no longer hesitated and stepped inside.

————Volume Eleven: The Gamble Abyss 【End】————

The author has something to say: This volume is over! After this article officially went to the most important late stage, all the foreshadowing and the final plot will start, there are probably many high-energy bars hhhh

This story should be my favorite volume so far. I don't know which one is your favorite box?

After the final exam on the morning of the 10th, you will relax after the exam. The update should be in the evening~

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