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Luo Shiwei slowly came back to his senses from the memory of centuries ago.

He felt as if he had accompanied them through the entire childhood, it was so long and wonderful, and the shocking feeling of father and son plotting brotherhood is still vivid in his memory, but...

He glanced out of the window where the night was dark in a daze. In the real world, it seemed that only a small quarter of an hour had passed.

The seriously injured prostitute has already fled, leaving only Xueli's "body" Felina lying on the ground in a coma, but the evil spirit doesn't seem to have any intention of getting up, but instead uses his eerie spirit body to kill her. Luo Shiwei was completely wrapped in it.

Luo Zhiwei began to remind me in a troubled manner: "The door to the fifth floor has been opened. Are you sure you don't want to meet your brother? After all, you haven't seen each other for centuries."

As he spoke, he moved slightly to the side.

In the next second, a powerful spiritual body wrapped him in it and pressed him against the wall.

"Hiss..." Luo Shi gritted his teeth in slight pain, looked at the silent evil spirit, and cursed: "What are you doing? You gave the key, and you agreed to the spy plan. You didn't say to wait for him to come out. Just tear him up and do it against me...what...what..."

The evil spirit slowly raised his head, his face was abnormally pale, his emerald eyes seemed to have been forcibly removed, leaving only a pair of empty black holes, and a piece of black and purple lips slowly raised strangely The smiling, hoarse voice was actually sweet and cold: "Mr. Black Robe..."

"Mr. Black Robe..."

"Mr. Black Robe, it hurts so much, little Agel feels that his lungs are starting to rot, it hurts so much, but Agel doesn't want to die, hug me..."

"Mr. Black Robe hug me..."

This... This is clearly the last appearance of little Agel before his death!

He used his eyes as the price to permanently suppress his brother's coffin on the fifth floor, and the curse of the big Agger made his internal organs begin to rot.

Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, his body was completely rotted bit by bit, but even though his body began to deform, his younger brother curled up in Luo Shiwei's arms in pain, but he still refused to die.

His body exudes the rotten breath of death, but his soul is burning with the burning pursuit of living.

Even if this scene happened again in reality, it still shocked Luo Shiwei again.

Until the twisted face of the evil spirit came into view with complete clarity.

"Mr. Black Robe," Little Agel said to him with paranoid possessiveness: "Death feels so cold, can you come and accompany me?"

He is like a cruel and willful child, fixedly grasping everything that belongs to him, whether it is his position of power or his Mr. Black Robe.

When he dies, he will destroy the Frydogg family with his own hands, so that no one can covet him, and Mr. Black Robe will also sleep with him!

"Oh!" Luo Zhiwei only felt a pain in his neck, his vitality was draining rapidly, his cheeks were pale, and his eyes were blackened, he couldn't help but grabbed the other's shoulder, and hurriedly stopped him: "Wait, wait, Xueli! Xueli! Leave……!"

He didn't know what happened yet, but at this moment, he could only desperately pull Xueli's consciousness back. Luo Shiwei kept calling the evil spirit's name, and seeing him hesitate for a moment, he immediately pursued the victory without hesitation.

"Xueli, what are you doing?"

Luo Shiwei called him softly, persuasively: "Be sober, don't be swayed by little Agel, you are not him, you are Xueli... In the real world, there is no Mr. Black Robe, only brother.

You bad boy, we agreed to kill the consul together, and then my brother will always be by your side, right..."

Xueli...Little Agel...Agel...Xueli...

The evil spirit slowly stopped moving.

He took a deep breath, and his distorted face slowly turned into a beautiful boy Xueli with blond hair and blue eyes. Those emerald eyes blinked slightly at Luo Shi, and complained almost distressed: "Brother...what should I do? Why did a memory suddenly pop up in my mind?"

Before Luo Shiwei could breathe a sigh of relief, the face of the evil spirit began to change again.

Two hollow black holes appeared on the pale face of the evil spirit, and his rotten hand stroked Luo Zhiwei's cheek, whispering affectionately but with a strange coldness: "Mr. Heipao, I said that no one can separate you from me Take it away from me, even if it's another me—"

--through!

Why come back, this bloody possessiveness is more terrifying than Xueli!

Seeing that he was about to be killed again, Luo Zhiwei stretched out his hand suddenly. He cupped the young man's pale face and pressed his lips down hard.

Little Agel's frantic words were completely swallowed.

The boy froze in shock, as if he had never thought that he would be loved by his beloved Mr. Heipao, and then a slight blush gradually appeared on his pale face: "...Mr. Heipao."

He has completely relaxed.

Luo Zhiwei took this opportunity to push the person away, turned around and ran ruthlessly, without looking back.

Little Agel didn't expect to be cheated and threw it away. His light red cheeks slowly turned into solid black, but soon he was completely suppressed.

The face of the evil spirit gradually calmed down, and finally turned into Xueli's appearance.

The windy space gradually returned to calm.

Xueli raised his hand and slightly supported his forehead, feeling like he was having a headache. Instead of chasing Luo Shiwei in a hurry, he sorted out his thoughts, his expression gradually became weird, and he said to himself almost in shock: "Little Agel's Memory? How is this possible...?"

Luo Shiwei ran wildly.

Relying on the picture in his memory, he climbed up the stairs and went straight to the place where the coffin of the consul was suppressed.

What if a villain goes crazy and wants to kill you?

Of course, immediately go to find another villain for protection, and instigate them to fight if necessary!

This is like Neptune raising fish. If you don’t want to be killed by fish, then let the fish in the fish pond fight desperately. Only in this way can you be safe.

And once your fishes coexist peacefully, the next step is to discuss how to mess with you together...!

Luo Shiwei decisively came up with the Neptune theory to manipulate the pair of villain brothers.

As he was running up, he couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Damn it, which link is wrong? Little Agel is obviously just an unchangeable memory, no matter what I do in it or what pranks I make , as long as you walk out of memory, it will disappear, but now it seems..."

Luo Shiwei suddenly lost his voice.

He came here to look for his brother's spirit body according to the system's prompt, but when he turned his head, he saw that the sealed door had been opened, and the consul was sitting in the coffin, looking at him quietly.

Is the consul.

But it wasn't a spirit body, but his corpse——! ! !

It's hard to imagine that after several centuries, my brother's body is so intact under the seal, still retaining the last appearance before death.

His long silver hair hangs quietly behind him, and he is wearing the consul's purple court gown. The robe is embroidered with complex patterns of gold, setting off his noble and graceful aura, even if he is sitting in a coffin, he is still daunting .

"...Your Excellency the Consul?"

"it's me."

The consul spoke slowly, his voice sounded a bit difficult, as if he hadn't opened his mouth for a long time to adapt to the vocal function, then slowly raised his hand, smiled helplessly at Luo Shi, and said, "Luo, help me I."

Luo Shi replied in a daze: "...Okay."

He stepped forward to hold the other person's shoulders and helped him get out of the coffin little by little.

Butler Austin pushed the wheelchair.

Then Luo Zhiwei saw that His Excellency the Consul came out with slow steps, and then sat down on it graciously.

"...you seem to be able to walk now," he said.

Your Excellency the Consul sat gracefully on the wheelchair, put his hands between his legs, smiled at him, and said solemnly: "But it's more dignified to sit on it than to move like a tortoise."

Abbreviation: face.

Yes, the burden of being an idol is quite heavy.

Luo Shiwei was amused, and it took a while before he got down to business: "Your brother's condition doesn't seem right."

"How to say?" The consul raised his eyes calmly.

Luo Zhiwei seemed a little embarrassed, he coughed, and told the other party a little embarrassedly: "According to your method, I did witness the history in Xueli's memory, but out of curiosity, I took part in it on my own initiative... ..."

"You participated in that battle and changed the history in memory."

"Well...but that's just a memory, not the real history."

Luo Zhiwei nodded and said, "However, the strange thing is that after coming out of my memory, I seem to see the figure of my younger brother Agel from Xueli..."

"Did he call you Mr. Black Robe, and then dragged you to die together?"

Luo Zhiwei's eyes widened: "How do you know?"

The consul sighed: "The reason is obvious."

In his mind, a different childhood memory also inexplicably appeared.

The ghost in the black robe claimed to be Luo, and would threaten him maliciously, and join forces with little Agel to poison him, but afterward, he appeared in his room as if nothing had happened.

How could he be so bad, yet so natural?

The consul pressed his heart, and seemed to be able to feel his paralyzed mood when he watched the black-robed boy walk in.

Anger, absurdity, dumbfounding, and the high-spirited desire to conquer in youth.

He let the young man comb his hair, calmly said the words of the ghost, and then gave the other party a heavy blow.

The ghost escaped, he thought calmly, as expected.

Then he laughed angrily when he saw the silver braid behind him.

Malevolent and naive, it's hard to imagine how this enigmatic specter could perfectly blend these two qualities without being offensive.

The consul flipped through the extra memory with cold eyes.

He watched himself take the poison as in real history, and then began to make plans. In order to get rid of this mutilated body, he prepared a resurrection plan, and pushed this war of twins to an unknown distant future. .

But this time, unlike the real history, he was more unwilling in his memory.

Unable to see through the ghost, the unwillingness to never control him.

Is it the curse that the twins are doomed to be hostile, or is it the habitual competition with his younger brother, whether it is power, status or life, or even Mr. Black Robe, whom his younger brother misses so much?

If... if you give him some more time...

At the last moment before he died, he clenched his hands vigorously, suppressing the cough and the blood in his throat. His pale green pupils were bloodshot, and he saw little Agel hand in hand with the ghost in a blur. A departing figure.

It doesn't matter... There is still a chance in the future, the ultimate winner of this war will be him, and his brother's beloved Mr. Black Robe will also be his in the end.

Luo Shiwei was taken aback by the consul's eyes.

"Your Excellency...you..."

The consul turned around, coughed twice habitually, bent his fingers slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "It shouldn't be that time has changed."

"Then why..." Luo Zhi paused before finishing his sentence: "Why do you all have that memory and act so strangely?"

"I can confirm that there is no existence in real history, Luo."

The consul calmly and rigorously analyzed: "And the childhood memories that suddenly appeared in my mind also did not cover the real memories. He just let me experience a kind of memory and emotion of the big Agger in your mouth, but in essence I'm still me, not him."

"If you want to define it, this false memory is more like a parallel time and space. You traveled to the parallel time and space to change the historical memory, and then came to reality with the history of the parallel time and space, allowing us to merge with ourselves in the parallel world."

This operation really caught him off guard.

The consul tried his best to suppress the emotions belonging to "Big Agger", and at the same time forced himself not to look at Luo Shiwei. He was afraid that once he saw Mr. Ghost, he would lose control of his impulsive emotions.

He said: "This castle was cursed centuries ago, causing the time in the castle to be frozen, and at the same time there will be magic vortices from time to time, and that quill can stir up Xueli's emotions. Enough emotional excitement will warp time and space, and memories of the past will come to the fore.”

"But the function of the quill is nothing more than that. According to normal logic, you can't change the long river of time, let alone let the changed memory appear in our minds."

He sighed and said, "This is more like a joke from God."

...Then God doesn't want to see you.

Luo Shi slandered slightly, and at the same time stepped forward cautiously. He squatted in front of the consul, held his hand, and asked in a low voice: "Then what should we do now? You look fine, but Xueli is going crazy over there, Your Excellency the Consul, you can't leave me alone!"

"He will calm down. Little Agger's memory won't affect him for too long. In essence, he is still just him."

The consul lowered his eyes and looked at the well-behaved and innocent boy in black robe, but his expression suddenly froze.

Luo Shiwei's face gradually overlapped with the mysterious and evil ghost in the memory of "Big Agel".

His fingers slowly curled up, and then he let out a coughing sound.

"His Excellency the Consul?"

Luo Shiwei took out a white handkerchief, handed it to him, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

The consul took the handkerchief, but did not wipe his lips. Instead, he squeezed the boy's hand tightly. His pupils were filled with complex and difficult emotions, which even he himself could not fully distinguish.

This was the third time Luo Shiwei handed him a handkerchief.

The emotions belonging to "Big Agger" surged up again before death.

He could even feel that the cold blood vessels were gradually boiling under this intense emotion.

The consul only felt that he had been divided into two halves, part of his rationality was analyzing coldly, and part of his sensibility polluted by the "Big Agger" was clamoring unwillingly.

He wanted to fulfill his last wish before death, to snatch him away from his younger brother, to keep the ghost boy alone, and to trap him in this castle forever...

He was thinking rationally, is this his obsession after being defeated by him back then?

He seemed to be calmly analyzing the pros and cons, but soon he couldn't think rationally because he had a bad cough, which made his already crumbling body even more overwhelmed.

"Is this the price of resurrection?" Luo Shiwei asked worriedly.

The consul shook his head, and slowly told him in a hoarse voice: "No, this body has long since died, I just used him to get out temporarily, but in essence I am still a dead person.

What's more troublesome is that this body has stopped bodily functions, so he will get worse and worse. "

Luo Shi blinked slightly, realizing that he still had something to say.

He asked cooperatively: "So...how can I help you?"

The Archon slowly bent down.

He took the boy's hand and pressed it tenderly to his lips.

He really wanted to calm down, but he felt the beating pulse of the boy's wrist, and he seemed to be able to smell the sweetness of blood through his skin, which made the consul a little bit unable to restrain himself.

He shouldn't let his...

However, since "Little Agger" has polluted his younger brother, as long as he gets Luo, he can severely damage his lovely younger brother, so it's okay to let this obsession...

Luo Shiwei couldn't feel his breathing, but could only feel the coldness of the man's thin lips, mixed with a gloomy feeling that had been silent for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt the consul's lips gently rubbing against his wrist, tender and tender, with a psychedelic aura.

His sensibility seemed to have finally overcome his reason, and he whispered softly: "Yes, I need your help... Luo, are you willing to give me some blood?"

Luo Shiwei raised his head, stretched out his other hand to caress his cold and pale cheek, and said softly: "If this can help you get better as soon as possible, I am very willing."

After he finished speaking, he only felt a pain in his wrist.

The man's sharp teeth pierced his wrist, sucking his blood, and there was a rare look of near obsession on that calm face, as if all this was uncontrollable.

Luo Shiwei groaned lightly, and then, like a well-behaved lamb, obediently hugged the other person's waist.

He lowered his eyes to hide his emotions, but the corners of his lips slowly began to rise, an expected smile.

Although there were many accidents in the process, the unexpected memory just pushed his calculation.

In the long river of memory, Luo Shiwei saw about the final backhand of the consul, and one of them was resurrection from his own dead body.

But this requires a lot of ceremony.

Before resurrection, in order to preserve the freshness of this corpse, he needs to drink blood directly from the human body.

But... this resurrection ceremony has a big drawback, just like the ambiguous relationship between the blood race and the newly embraced descendants.

When the resurrected drink a person's blood, they also develop a perverse attachment to him.

...This is really an interesting resurrection loophole.

Luo Shiwei thought casually.