I Was Once a Legend

Wang Que and Luo Yan are sitting on the top of the tallest tower in Wangcheng, the ancient city can be seen in a panoramic view, blurred into one piece at the edge of the dream.Luo Yan stretched out her legs from the gap in the railing very naturally, and swayed casually, while Wang Que was much more reserved. Since that day, she was inevitably afraid of heights, and whenever she stood on a high place, she could always recall being pushed. The fear of falling from the roof.

Luo Yan asked about recycling the debris this time, Wang Que said something with reservations, she could feel it, in fact Luo Yan knew everything, but she just wanted to hear her talk again.

"Why don't you go directly to see Brother Cui?" Wang Que asked this question again.

Luo Yin shook her head, said: "Now is not the time."

"What are you planning?" Wang Que looked at her. This is a girl who looks similar to her age, but she has been imprisoned by dreams for nearly ten years. The girl's real age under the appearance should also be ten years older than her. Year-old, "You have concealed a lot of things. If this continues, I will not give you full trust."

Luo Yan smiled, Wang Que finally couldn't hold her breath, but the questioning was much later than she expected, she stretched out her hand, held Feng, and replied: "It doesn't matter, you just need to wait , time will tell you everything you want to know."

When Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng returned to the apartment, Victor was already waiting downstairs. When he saw the two of them coming back, he helped Dong Zheng deal with the wounds on his body without saying a word.

Cui Zuojing: "How is it?"

Victor: "Fortunately, midnight hasn't come, where are you?"

"In the first half of the night, we fought against Midnight in Heimelda and injured it. In the second half of the night, except for some shrimp soldiers and crab generals, it didn't come again." Cui Zuojing said, "It feels more like testing Dong Dong and me. Zheng's strength, did not really make a move."

"It's definitely not easy to take advantage of the two of you alone. Didn't it break us apart at the beginning?" Victor said as he went upstairs.

Cui Zuojing nodded: "I used the power of time, and he will probably figure it out, but it doesn't matter, with you and Fu Zhe here, we still have a lot of cards."

They went back to the apartment and waited a while longer to make sure that the restrictions on the space of cleaning night were gone before waking the others.

When they re-entered the castle, everyone went back to their rooms to take a bath and rest. Fu Zhe was not in the living room, so Cui Zuojing went directly to the study to find him.

He pushed open the door, and the formation on the study floor used to sense other fragments was already dimmed. Fu Zhe was sitting beside him, when he heard Cui Zuojing come in, he raised his head.

"One piece of good news and one piece of bad news." Cui Zuojing closed the door and showed him the seal on his wrist, "We successfully recovered the morality, but his conscience was killed by him."

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

"It doesn't matter," he stood up and said softly, "In this world, there is probably no need for a conscience."

Cui Zuojing couldn't deny it, since when Daode said that he killed his conscience with his own hands, he felt it was very ironic.

Purple light emerged from the seal, gathered around Fu Zhe like an elf, and finally sank into his eyebrows. With the sudden fluctuation of space, the power of time in the body also resonated. The curtains were automatic without wind, and the books on the table rattled. Open it, and on the flying paper, the last vestige of magic is engraved.

Victor raised his head and looked upstairs, the power of space spread around like water waves, but when he reached the edge of the castle, he was blocked by an invisible barrier. As more and more energy escaped, the barrier became Get precarious.

Accompanied by the sound of inaudible cracks, the terrifying energy that had already accumulated broke through the seal, passed through the endless space cracks around the castle, and once again established a connection with the pure white land boundary.

The curse that had existed for ten years was finally broken at this moment.

Fu Zhe opened his eyes. In those black eyes, some indescribable emotions flashed by, but they were quickly well hidden.

But that didn't escape Cui Zuojing's eyes, he knew that Fu Zhe should also get the memories that Daode had.

The fragments of morality returned to Fu Zhe, probably only he himself can know what impact it caused.

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

"Congratulations, you are free."

Fu Zhe laughed, patted Cui Zuojing on the back, and said softly, "Yes."

He waited for eight years for the salvation from his old friend who returned, and waited for another two years for the freedom he longed for most.

But why does it feel like a piece is missing?

In the days that followed, everything returned to the normal track. Cui Zuojing returned to the team, Dong Zheng took back the position of captain, and everyone entered different boxes together to obtain points and accumulate tickets to the next area.

The only thing worth mentioning is Heinrich. When he returned to Heimelda in the morning after the cleaning night, he saw a messy corridor and a prop display room where all the magical artifacts disappeared like thieves. , and the office door where he had a hole cut, he almost couldn't catch his breath.

Dong Zheng and Cui Zuojing knew that they were wronged, and used some points as compensation. After hearing about the thrilling experience of the two at night, Heinrich could only admit it, and did not ask them to pay for the magical artifacts they had collected so hard.This is the first time he has seen a pilgrim who survived the executioner in the night of blood. After all, the Wonton Splitter team is also the thickest thigh in their organization. As far as he can bear, it is not a good idea to sell the other party a favor. Losing business.

...But it still hurts so much! ! !

Fu Zhe was finally able to leave the castle. On the first day when the curse was lifted, the hardcore otaku ran outside to see the long-lost sky, green trees, streets and crowds, breathe the grass-smelling air, and wander around.The others were resting just after they got out of the box. Only Lilian asked if she wanted to be with her, but Fu Zhe refused. He still wanted to feel this kind of beautiful moment alone, to release the myriad of threads in his heart. .

Standing on the side of the street, watching strange faces go back and forth, the sun shining on the treetops and people's shoulders, like an unreal dream, obviously a long-lost beauty, but Fu Zhe felt unavoidable fear, this kind of fear It's like the old Bu who came out of Shawshank Prison. After 50 years of prison life, he couldn't adapt to the outside world at all.

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

He would go out for a stroll every day, sometimes alone, sometimes shopping for daily necessities with Lilian, or going to Heimulda with Cui Zuojing. Many times, Fu Zhe felt that he was being spied on, but When he looked around, he couldn't find anything.

This day was the same, the Wonton Splitters team had all got their tickets and set off for the next area, and Fu Zhe went out alone.He walked slowly on the street, no one paid attention to this ordinary-looking young man, he was wearing the most common white shirt and a gray coat, everything in the world was reflected in those eyes that had been deposited for a long time, making him Both shallow tear moles came alive.

Something flashed past on the street corner behind him, Fu Zhe turned his head in response, and the street corner was empty.

He frowned and started walking again.

And not far away, in a shop on the street, a man with deep honey-colored eyes stood in front of the window, looking closely at the figure who was thinking about it day and night.At his waist was a Persian machete, and the handle was wrapped with brand new gauze. The old one had been soaked in blood and could no longer be washed clean.

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

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

Corberos took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole. Although it was an unsuitable key, it became a perfect fit when it was inserted into the keyhole.

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

This morning he saw with his own eyes that the group of people who forcibly took away the master left and went to the station. Now Fu Zhe should be the only one left in their base.

An unspeakable impulse burst out in his heart, the desire to see a familiar figure surpassed everything else, for the past three months, he has been longing every day, every minute and every second, longing to hear his voice again. voice, hold his hand again.

He couldn't wait.

Corberos didn't hesitate anymore, and stepped in.

————No.11 Volume Abyss of Gambling 【End】———

The author has something to say: This volume is over!After that, this article will officially proceed to the most important later stage, all the foreshadowing and the final plot will unfold, there must be a lot of high energy hhhh

This story should be my favorite volume so far. I wonder which one is your favorite box?

After the last exam on the morning of the [-]th, I will go to relax after the exam, and the update should be at night~

No.12 Memory Corridor