Atypical Respawn Broker

But he felt that the red cloth covering his eyes was unexpectedly heavy, and the invisible pressure was eroding into his mind little by little.

There was a large area of ​​red, and messy memory fragments came from nowhere and plunged into his head.

Before entering, the accompanying director told them that the ropes that bound them were not firm, and they could be dragged out with a light struggle. They could save themselves, and then told their teammates the clues in the secret room through the intercom.

But at this moment, Ye Mo felt that the rope wrapped around his wrist was about to bite into his flesh and blood, and the pain made his fingertips start to turn white.

And he couldn't make a sound.

"Hu-hu-"

A burst of coldness suddenly blew on the back of Ye Mo's neck.

Chapter 70

In the dark and narrow corridor, the end of the long corridor is endless darkness. A few sparse copper lamps are lit on the walls on both sides, and the lamp holders are burning with bright red flames, which burn blood-like blood red.

The windows were sealed, without a single gap, and the outside of the windows was covered by darkness. Under the sky, there were no stars to be seen, and there was only an endless night, long enough to make people forget the dawn.

In the entire gloomy castle, there seemed to be only the sound of Ye Mo's footsteps, and echoes that faded away.

Ye Mo remembered that he was clearly participating in the "Extreme" competition, why he came here all of a sudden, and he didn't even know when he changed his clothes.

At this time, he was wearing typical Renaissance clothing, decorated with luxurious ribbons, a dark red silk scarf around his neck, a pair of black leather gloves, and a pair of bucket-shaped pleated boots Hastily stepped on the ground, and his entire figure was covered by a black cloak.

Something on the ground flowed from the darkness little by little, and spread to his feet silently.

"vomit--"

Ye Mo couldn't help gasping for air, a large piece of deep red blood was sprayed under his feet, shockingly red, the layers of blood were seeping down his boots bit by bit.

"Damn it! What the hell!"

Ye Mo finally couldn't bear it anymore and ran wildly.

And the gurgling blood on the ground persistently pursued his steps.

The sudden gust of wind made him unable to open his eyes.Ye Mo shook his heart, stepped on the sea of ​​blood under his feet, and ran towards the darkness.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

Suddenly, there was a deafening shout of killing in my ears!

The sky-high price of swords and swords, those turned up flesh and blood, and the red-eyed fighters on the battlefield.

Ye Mo clearly saw that he was holding a long sword that was stained with blood, and he cut down the enemy who was rushing forward with his sword.

The man's neck was broken, and blood spurted out frantically, splashing all over his body.

The endless killings dyed the entire mountain into a sea of ​​blood.

However, the number of opponents is far greater than their own army, even if one is against a hundred, those soldiers are like a tidal wave, almost crushing them!

despair!

In the shrouded darkness, there is only boundless despair left. It is the arrival of the god of death, which draws death in everyone's eyes.

"king……"

It was his uncle the Duke of York.

"If I die in battle, please take me back to England."

As far as the eye can see, France's Absolute, with its dazzling armor, looks like a proud victor, and the raised halberd is like a sickle in the hands of the god of death, slamming down cruelly at them.

Ye Mo knelt down involuntarily, and when he was on the battlefield, he suddenly prayed: "Great God of War in England, please let my soldiers forget the numbers of the enemy and the sharp blade in their hands. Let them go forward bravely, I wish the rest of my life , in exchange for victory in this battle..."

The sky covered by stratus clouds drives out the stars and moonlight.

Suddenly, a black figure fell from the sky, surrounded by a faint crimson hazy circle.

With a pale face and a pair of bright green eyes, this person walked gracefully from the messy battlefield as if stepping on the light of clouds.

"Hi Henry, are you looking for me?"

Ye Mo only said that he suddenly felt dizzy again.

One after another, chaotic scenes rushed into his mind uncontrollably.

In the dungeon of the castle, Ye Mo saw himself walking down the winding stone ladder, walking tiptoe down, until he reached the iron gate.At that time, he had not yet become a king, and he was just young.

There is a hideous cross behind the iron gate, on which is locked a person, or not a person.

Ye Mo secretly came to see him several times, his voice was still hoarse as a teenager: "Ferry, father and the others are out, I will let you out."

I don't know where he stole a silver key to open the chain of the cross.

The man he called Fury grinned, two sharp teeth showing on his lips.

"You let me go, how do you explain to your father?"

Ye Mo led the way: "They won't know, look here, probably no one will come except me."

Fury followed behind him, Ye Mo's stamina was exposed, her snow-white skin was somewhat pink and tender, with a strong aura of a young man. This person didn't know how much willpower Fury used to restrain himself from biting on it. impulse.

"Hurry up and go." Ye Mo pushed open the gate of the turret, it was dark outside, "You said you could only escape at night, today is a new moon, there is no moonlight."

Free looked up.

"Oh, by the way, do you want to drink some more blood?" Ye Mo cut his wrist with the dagger he carried with him. He was very familiar with this action. He still remembered the first time he brought food to Fu. But the man offered to drink his blood.

Ye Mo raised his wrist and stretched it out in front of this man. Furry stared at his white hand. There was a bright red bloodstain on his wrist, which strongly stimulated his facial features. The blood falling down the throat was like a glass of mellow wine, so sweet that it was intoxicating.

Ye Mo stared blankly at the person in front of him, his consciousness suddenly swayed.

"My Henry, I will come back to find you." Fury wiped away the residual blood from his mouth, and the black cloak disappeared before Ye Mo's eyes in the blink of an eye.

Later, time changed, and Ye Mo waited for the moment when he ascended the throne.

On the window sill in the night, he received a superb silver knife, and he finally confirmed that the Fury he met was a blood race.

"Boom!"

Ye Mo didn't know how long he had been running, and felt that he was going to be exhausted, when he suddenly bumped into a huge blood-colored wooden door.

He tugged at the scarf around his neck, and the smell of blood pervading around him almost suffocated him.The heavy door exudes an air of being isolated from the world and stale for an unknown number of years.

The furnishings in the room are exquisite, and the luxurious fireplace seems to be still steaming for a moment.

In the center is a big resplendent and resplendent bed, and there is still a person lying on the bed.

Ye Mo just took two steps closer, and before he could see the face on the bed clearly, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing in front of him.

His whole body trembled, and then a flash of red flashed in front of his eyes, only when there was a loud noise behind him, the door slammed shut behind him.

When he woke up again, he found that he was lying on a big soft bed. The appearance of the bed was somewhat familiar and strange.

He finally remembered that this was the bed he had just seen, could it be that he was the person lying on the bed?

Ye Mo sat up abruptly, turned over and got out of bed, but just as his feet touched the ground, before he could stand still, he staggered and threw himself on the ground.

The body can't use any strength.

A pair of hands hugged him from behind, picked him up firmly, and put him back on the bed. The man's voice was so gentle that he could be tired.

"You are finally willing to come back."

"What?!" Ye Mo raised his head in disbelief, and exclaimed, "I'll go! Gu Chengqiu, what are you doing!"

"Gu Chengqiu?" The visitor blinked, as if thinking about something, and suddenly smiled sweetly, revealing those two sharp teeth, "My Henry, don't you remember my name?"

"..."

For a moment, Ye Mo felt that his brain had crashed.

"What is this place?"

"My castle."

"who are you?"

"Gilsfree IV." The man said with a smile.

"You're Free?"

"Ah, you remembered!"

The two talked a lot, Ye Mo couldn't help but not believe it, he looked carefully, this person is indeed not Gu Chengqiu, this person's pupils are greenish, there is a little red mole at the corner of the eye, these are not Gu Chengqiu's.

Fury rubbed Ye Mo's soft hair smoothly.

It's just one action, Ye Mo has fully confirmed it, at least Gu Chengqiu didn't dare to do it.

"Who am I?" Ye Mo asked.

"You are Henry, why have you forgotten yourself?" Fury seemed a little dissatisfied.

"Henry?"

Free took a mirror and muttered to himself, "Uncle never said that you will lose your memory when you first hug."

Ye Mo looked in the mirror, his own face was more shocked than the face when he saw Fury.

To be precise, this face is indeed his, but the facial features are more profound than his, like a more carefully carved face, this face has a nobility, grace, and deep eyebrows that he has never had before. The worldly pride.

How honorable it is.

"I'm Henry? Am I really Henry?"

Ye Mo tremblingly caressed her own cheek, her eyes looking at Fuli suddenly became uncontrollable, and she shed tears, which frightened Fuli.

At this moment, all the intermittent scenes that he had seen before flashed through his mind, as if to prove to him that he was Henry.

"Henry, what's the matter with you?"

Fury hugged him and pulled his collar away. On the man's neck, there were tooth marks that hadn't faded away, with a faint pink color. Fury frowned, "No, it's no problem."

Suddenly, there was an explosion outside the castle!

The whole castle was shaken and shaken.

"Come on!"

Fry pulled over the end of the leaf and put a black