old room

When Aiwen was forcibly awakened, it took him a long time to return to reality from the long nightmare that seemed to have become eternal.

In fact, this "long period of time" refers to two full days and nights.

According to others, for two whole days and nights, he screamed continuously until blood came out of his throat and ears.

And if Alister hadn't tied his hands and feet quickly, he would have almost gouged out his eyes with his fingers.

"We tried to use the awakening spell, but the magic particles are too thin to be able to gather together. And almost all the potions have expired... I know you must be suffering now, but... I'm sorry."

Alister sat next to Ivan, and he spoke with a strange and cautious tone, as if Ivan would jump up and bite his throat in the next second—although Ivan was curled up in the In the corner of the wall, his hands and feet were firmly bound by thick iron chains, and a black shackle was embedded in his mouth, making it so difficult to move that he couldn't even swallow his saliva smoothly.

But who knows...

Maybe Ivan really tried to bite Alister when he was deeply in the nightmare, after all, the latter's appearance now has nothing to do with decency.

The red-haired mage looked haggard and haggard, his eyes were deeply sunken in their sockets, and his lips were so gray that they seemed to be covered with a thin layer of silver frost.In contrast, Ivan's complexion looks much better than that of Alister (of course, the premise is that you ignore Ivan's trembling eyes that cannot be focused and his obviously problematic mental state).

The apprentice sorcerer who was tortured in an unlocatable space, in reality, is like a flower filled with venom, filled with captivating coquettishness and charm, his pupils are dilated, and his eyes are dark and dilated His skin was as deep as the finest silk, pale, soft, with tiny shimmers, and against the backdrop of that snow-white cheek, his bright red lips were all the more conspicuous.

No one can escape the beauty of this pale doll, and even the madness of Alvin Reeves seems to add a twisted and irresistible style to this evil beauty.

No one has said it, but everyone who has been in contact with Ivan will have that hazy and taboo thought in their hearts.

Yes, that's right, if Ai Wen hadn't been so crazy and delirious, he might not have been so... making people unable to extricate themselves, deeply confused.

Ivan shrugged his shoulders nervously, and he mechanically swung his head in the corner, like a puppet that was not properly maintained and had a loose spring.

"Hey Alvin, can you hear me right?"

Ai Wen's strange behavior made Alister a little nervous. He couldn't help stretching out his hand and shaking it in front of Ai Wen's eyes, so as to make sure that the mage apprentice was really still awake.

After a long time, Ivan's eyes slowly focused.

He looked at Alister dully, then nodded slowly.

"Uh...uuuu..."

An unusually muffled moan came from behind the shackle.

Alister reached out and wiped the saliva from Ivan's inability to close his mouth with a linen handkerchief.

Ivan did respond to Alister's question, but his eyes seemed to have penetrated Alister and looked to a more distant place.

Such Ivan made Alister's chest feel unspeakable pain and tightness, but at the same time, another strange emotion crawled out like a poisonous snake, making Alister feel even more tormented.

Aiwen's mage robe has already become dirty and broken in the previous struggles and fights, and the neckline of the robe has been torn a lot. Because of this, Alister can clearly see that there are sticks protruding from the neckline of the mage robe. The thin shoulder blades, the pale and thin legs and the bony knees.

The overly white skin was in stark contrast to Aiwen's gray robe and dark chains—it seemed as if it could be directly burned into some people's hearts through the retina.

Alister found himself somewhat unable to control his gaze.

He always looked at Aiwen involuntarily, the red scratches and bruises on Aiwen's body (part of which came from Aiwen himself), and the light blue blood vessels that appeared from under the skin because of excessive paleness, It seemed to outline some kind of marvelous rune, attracting Alister's gaze.

"...Of course, we still tried to pour you some tranquilizing potions, but those potions didn't seem to have any effect on you. Sorry, I really don't think this is right, but we still have to tie you up so that you don't get sick. You hurt yourself, of course, but also to reassure others... I don't want to hide from you, after all, you will know when you recover completely, the way you were before was really crazy, almost scary , I don’t know what Master Doug did to you, but at that time you…”

Alister spoke softly to Ivan.His tone was a little vague, and he was a little distracted.

This is not the state that a mage apprentice should be in, but now probably no one will come to tell Alister what to do.

"Well……"

Alvin let out a dull breathing sound.

Frustration and emptiness alternated in his pupils.

The feeling that the heart seemed to be tightly squeezed appeared in Alister's body again.

The stone walls of this dark room are quite strong, and it is not the room of either Alister or Ivan, but the frightened mages still drove Ivan into here.Alister is not the only one who volunteered to take care of (in other words, guard) Aiwen. Obviously, there are other people who have received the strong attraction from Aiwen like the red-haired youth force.

But he still beat the others and got this opportunity to get in close contact with Aiwen.

At this moment, there were only Ivan and Alister in the locked room.

As a result, Alister felt a strange burning and joy that he needed to suppress with all his self-control.

"Forget it, let's talk about it when you get better. The situation in the mage tower is not good now, I think those guys are also a little nervous—"

Alister's topic was a bit scattered, because he was always involuntarily drawn to Ivan's body to get all his attention.

It was at this moment that he suddenly stopped talking.

Is it an illusion?

Alister stared blankly at Ivan's arm—the slightly green blood vessels protruding from the elbow turned out to be like some kind of living thing at this moment, writhing silently and crazily under Ivan's skin, tight Then came the bruises and scratches.

They are entangled with each other, shaking and twisting on Aiwen's body like the ripples of the lake under the sun on a midsummer day.

And amidst their entanglement, Aiwen's body gradually began to deform and elongate...

However, when Alister fixed his eyes and tried to observe carefully, those twists and interlacing of light and shadow disappeared in an instant.

Aiwen still curled up in the corner with empty eyes, without any suspicious changes.

"Oh shit."

Alister couldn't help rubbing his temples.

When he lowered his arm, he couldn't help but take another look at his arm: the hairs on his arm stood up, and goose bumps formed on his skin.

"These days are really chaotic. Everyone's cognition is not easy... Huh, I think I am the same."

Alister couldn't help muttering to himself.

"The magic is gone, so are the spells, the scrolls are failing, everyone is about to collapse... well, I think so am I. Something is really wrong, the communication magic is broken, and no magic is working, mage The gates of the tower are completely sealed, and the mages are now living off the fruit of those potion plants that were planted before... but... I think those plants look disturbing too, their branches have been tangled and knotted , even the leaves became slender and curly... I didn't eat those things, but it seems that I can't last long..."

Alister rarely talked to himself like this, after all, it really seemed a bit stupid, but at this moment he always felt that he should say something.

Say something to break the darkness and stagnation shrouded in this key stone room.

Alister licked his chapped lips.

"...I think you will probably laugh at me about it, but...you know, Aiwen, these days I always feel that there is something in the mage's tower...I sometimes think it will be Taoism. Mage Doug, but... Goddess of Magic, I don't think Mage Doug is hiding in the drain. Oh, did I forget to tell you, those high-ranking mages didn't find Mage Doug, no one knows Where did that guy go? And those people don't seem to care much about this matter... It's a bit unfair to you, isn't it?"

"..."

Ivan didn't respond to Alister this time, but his breathing was getting heavier.

Alister couldn't help but glanced at Aiwen again (he didn't want to admit that he was confirming whether Aiwen had really changed-the terrible changes in his illusion just now).

I don't know if it's a coincidence that Ivan, who has always seemed dull and nervous, is also looking in the direction of Alister at this time.

His pupils had expanded to the limit, leaving only a thin line of emerald green on the edge, and the pure black pupils were so deep and dark, like a small piece of debris leading to the abyss.

He seemed to say something to Alister.

But the damned flail—

Aiwen's words sounded like the friction of some kind of insect's wings.

At this moment, this thin and slender mage apprentice, who was as pale as a ghost, had an extremely strong sense of strangeness.

Of course, his body wasn't distorted, and the bruises and scars on his body didn't twist, but Alister felt that Ivan in front of him seemed to have suddenly transformed from a human into another creature.

Still the same eyebrows, still the same empty expression, still the same thin body.

Evan obviously hasn't changed anything, but all the substances that make up "Evan Reeves" in this space seem to have changed.

He looked so evil, so filthy.

But damn it... the flirtatious beauty that made Alister a little fascinated before became more intense.

At this moment, Alvin Reeves seemed to suddenly gather all the ugliness in the world...but also all the charms at the same time.

Alister felt his heart beating faster, and a chill ran down his spine and through his body.

He didn't know how to feel at that moment just now. At the moment of illusion, he felt fear.

Extraordinarily intense, unparalleled fear.

Alister doesn't know how long it has passed, maybe billions of years or just a moment...

In short, when Alister finally regained his soul and thoughts, he found that there was a wet ball between his legs.

There was a bright red on his face, he thought he was incontinent due to fright, but the faint fishy smell that followed made him realize that it was another kind of liquid that wet his mage robe.