This is a story that takes place in a distant and exotic ancient land.

If you've forgotten a little bit about what happened before, then follow the camera and look again at the beginning of this story.

First of all, there is a vista, twilight, silence, in the dead of night, on this slightly remote path, only the dim light in the distant tavern window, far across the snow waves.

At the end of the path, there is a deep castle, with a tall Gothic tower and a sharp bell tower, black granite that reflects no light in the night, a thick dark blue sky behind it, and the occasional sharp chirping of frightened birds piercing the sky, and the terrible hoarse sound is as chilling as the impression of this castle.

The view began to pan, shooting from above, swirling the pines and firs that swept around the castle, advancing again, frozen in the flickering open window.

The wafty curtains must have been soft in texture, satin-like smooth reflecting a faint sheen in the wavy unevenness, and as you walked through the windows, you could see the mahogany carved drawers, the gold-leafed tables, the hand-painted teapots, and the staircase with strong floral stripes all fleeting, and the steps spiraled down and accelerated again, and the grooves, lion's feet, and brass inlays that glided past the eyes all showed the pure and rich English style of the castle.

At this time, the advance began to slow down, and in the middle of the picture, there was a small walnut door with a horizontal bolt, and at this time, a sudden flick of the camera flipped and shot a pale and slender hand, with a soft pop, and at the same time the camera was reversed from behind the person.

It turned out to be a man who raised his hand and crushed a moth.

"Tsk. ”

Zede took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, and then opened the small door, the dark passage went straight down, and the flickering oil lamp on the wall shook for a long time before it showed a little sense of existence from the darkness, it seemed dark, but the passage was not damp, but clean and refreshing, but the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger as you walked forward.

"Let me see, how was the kitten yesterday, it's called Joe, right?"

The boy walked to the basement with a wicked smile and stopped in front of a cage that was covered by curtains, large and small, and covered with curles, and the cage in front of him was extraordinarily large and square, with a huddled figure in it, crumpled on one side, and no beauty at all, except for the light chestnut curls, which still shone brightly.

Zed kicked the light chestnut head with the tip of his boot:

"Hey, puss or, lechat?*"

Li Yao in the cage knew that the person was coming, and what else he said, but he didn't understand the words in the back, it stands to reason that the protagonist of the crossing will not have communication problems when he arrives in another world, and he usually comes with his own natural skills and doesn't even explain or learn it within a chapter, okay, it's just him, and he has to think hard about what he saw when he reviewed the fourth or sixth level before!

Although I don't have a memory, it's good that my previous major seems to have high requirements for English, but it's not only my own country that has dialects, and it's obvious that this era is still ancient, and the words and grammar are not small

So even if Lao Tzu wants to beg for mercy, he doesn't know how to say it!

Why is it always so hard, did I ruin the galaxy in my last life!

Zed kicked him in the head again:

"Hey, you're dumb, weren't you pretty energetic yesterday, tsk, it's a strong guy [anappleofSodom], but it's cute. ”

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Li Yao didn't understand, but he didn't care, it wouldn't be a good thing anyway. Last night, I was slapped in the face after pretending to be a (short) 13 fiercely, and the hateful Yang Ming only had one look, and the little man next to him stood up and kicked himself down, and the description from the perspective of the protagonist couldn't be more refreshing, what everyone ridiculed, smashed the tables and chairs, and said that he was himself, and then he was taken back to close the small, cough, and small room.

This style of painting is a little wrong, right?,What's next?

Zed found it bored, stopped teasing him, went to the wall, took a whip, flicked his wrist, and whipped it the cage.

?!

Li Yao looked up in fright and saw the whip, and for a while the mosaics came to mind, and he was about to jump up in horror.

"Oh—look at the way you're scared. I don't mean anything, I'm just telling other kids to be safe, or they'll be very irritable when I let you out. ”

He opened the lock as he spoke, Li Yao was locked up for a few hours, but it was only after Zedra took him to get up, the young man's hands were slender and pale, and the blue blood vessels were distinct, but they were very powerful, which was really unexpected. Finally got out of the cage, Li Yao stomped his stiff feet, and stepped on the ground to have a little sense of reality, he was locked here in addition to a short sleep and also guessed what was in other cages, which reminded him of a movie clip he watched when he was a child, a rich businessman died of his son, so he caught a lot of young people, and let them curl up naked in the small cage in the smallest posture, whenever he missed his son, he kicked and scolded the small cage, complaining why it was not them who died, and his son was just as young but gone.

I don't know that in other cages, he was walking towards the exit with Zede, and when he passed through a cage, there was a sudden scream of a twisted child, the cry was extremely tragic, as if he had been stabbed by something, Li Yao was caught off guard, and the small theater in his brain was in full swing, and his legs were weak and he almost didn't stand, Zede didn't react, his wrist flipped, and the change in his hand was slammed on the ground next to the cage, and the sharp sound of breaking the sky shocked the monster in the cage, but the whip wind brought up the corner of the curtain, and at that moment Li Yao saw a ball of hair, and a pair of blood-red eyes were staring at him。

"What is this?"

His pronunciation was learned from the tape, but fortunately, there was no standard for English accents, and there was a big difference in various places, and Zede listened awkwardly, but he didn't doubt it much:

"This is bogy*, which is kept as a reserve. ”

Li Yao didn't dare to ask what it was, and he didn't dare to delve deeper, the moment he followed Zede out of the basement, the golden aesthetic style almost flashed his dog eyes, this, although I don't know how to say the term, but it looks super valuable, that pot, gold edge, that plate with pillars, silver!

Li Yao's eyes almost lit up.

Zed gave him a strange look, then at the scones on the snack rack on the table in front of him.

"Are you hungry? it's just dessert, and the Marquis is waiting for you in the dining-room. ”

He led Li Yao up the stairs, next to which there was another staircase, two separate sets of staircases staggered around a common axis, and on the walls were beautifully embroidered tapestries, vaguely white mandalas on a black background, and in the center was the shape of a coat of arms.

"This was originally one of the hunting palaces (Li Yao didn't hear the name of the person who muttered it), but now it is owned by the Marquis. As he spoke, he led Li Yao through the complex corridors and halls, and finally stopped in front of a door:

"Be careful with your words. He reminded one last time, then opened the door and bowed his head sideways to signal him to enter.

A long table, a dark table runner, a silver candlestick, a white table flower, bone china inlaid shellware, a row of tulip-shaped Bordeaux glasses with a deep red liquid as thick as blood, and the thin handles of the glasses are being held by a pair of hands.

Yang Ming was watching him, and the door behind him closed softly.

Only then did Li Yao understand why he had been locked up for so long before, and he was not afraid or angry.

Because I'm happy, I'm so happy that I haven't realized it yet.

It's so nice to see you again.

He smiled at him across the table, like a long time ago across a field of flowers.