His head was dizzy like riding a roller coaster, and there was no place on his body that didn't hurt, Tang Mo groaned and barely opened his eyes, his vision was very dim, as if it was not early, but he didn't turn on the lights, and out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see a few candles lit in the corner. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What the hell is this place, isn't this a hospital? Or is there a power outage in the hospital? But hospitals usually have backup power or power generation systems, so you should wait a little longer and the call will come. Tang Mo closed his eyes weakly again, thinking back to the thrilling scene before.

Tang Mo was born in a small town in Jiangnan in 1990 and graduated from a second-rate university. Affected by the economic downturn, he first failed to start a business, and then he didn't find any good jobs, and it was only after graduating that he returned to his hometown for several years to mix in a place that was said to be a well-known company, and then stabilized.

But Tang Mo is an unrestrained character, working from 9 to 5 every day, and has to endure the criticism and suppression of his boss in the workplace. He felt that although the days were still going on, and although his body was still breathing, something was always lost for no reason, and he became more and more like a round pebble day by day, cold and smooth.

Master Lu told us that if we don't perish in silence, we will explode in silence. Tang Mo thought about it for a long time, and he felt that it made sense, so he called his friends to play around when he had nothing to do, especially some dangerous and exciting projects.

However, office workers have limited time and financial resources, and Tang Mo can not find many suitable projects. For example, drag racing and the like, it is thrilling, and the beauty of the fragrant car is also an indispensable choice for a winner in life, but unfortunately this has nothing to do with Tang Mo. The standard configuration of a rich and handsome sports car has nothing to do with a white-collar worker like him, even if he can afford it, he can't afford it, not to mention a series of follow-up troubles caused by drag racing, Tang Mo doesn't have the ability to settle it.

So far, Tang Mo has tried only two extreme sports, rock climbing and parkour. Every time danger was within reach, he trembled with excitement by listening to the wind whistling in his ears and feeling his body that could get out of control at any moment.

It was a feeling of one's own life, and although every moment could be the end, he was fascinated by the joy of breaking through the water and breathing to his heart's content.

Not long ago, Tang Mo began to try a third sport, bungee jumping. This is actually a kind of free-fall sport, it turns out that only some foreigners like this kind of deadly sport, but in recent years, it seems that it has also become popular in China. Tang Mo tried a few times, and then he began to fall in love with this kind of life-threatening sport.

But something went wrong recently, I don't know if the belt was loose or not fastened firmly, when the rope was pulled to the longest, under the effect of elasticity, it should pull the person back. But this time something was obviously wrong, Tang Mo clearly felt that the force of pulling back became reluctant and weak, he could imagine the situation of the broken leather band, and the exclamations of the people above were heard in his ears, and he could only watch the mountain wall in front of him get closer and closer. It was dark in front of him, and the cliff as tall as a black giant swallowed him like this.

Tang Mo lay quietly on the bed, recalling the thrilling scene of flying to the cliff, feeling the pain all over his body, it felt like he had just been trampled by an elephant.

"It's okay, it's a big fortune teller. Tang Mo smiled bitterly and said to himself: "There is still a life to come back alive, it's really not an ordinary fate." But then he felt that something was wrong, even if it was a power outage, after so long, it was time to call, right?

Tang Mo barely opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at the situation in the room. The furnishings here are simple, with a large table at the end of the room, piled with books and two chairs. The side of the bed should be a wardrobe or something, and there is a big mirror on the side, but the material is very strange, not like glass. And the fire is not because of the candles, it is a fireplace, what hospital has such a strange arrangement?

Tang Mo used all his strength to prop up his body and sit on the bed, he noticed that the hands, they were not his own hands!

It was certainly not his own hands, which looked particularly pale in the faint light of the fire, they were not bloody, they were not the right size, and the only thing worthy of praise was that they were longer and more delicate than his own fingers.

At this time, Tang Mo heard a voice outside the door.

"That ......" is a soft female voice.

Another female voice sounded, "What?" This voice reminded Tang Mo of the frost in late autumn, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Young Master...... He's not going to die, is he?" The soft female voice looked worried, Tang Mo could imagine a very cute girl, frowning, with a bitter little face, maybe holding her chin, biting her fingers or something.

"Can't die. The frosty female voice was relieved: "With that level of injury, as long as you rest for a few days, you can be alive again." Cecil, you don't have to worry too much. Despite her comforting tone, her cold tone always made it difficult to feel comforted.

"But Ace, the young master has been lying down for more than ten days. Cecil, who had a soft voice, continued to care about the young master in her mouth in a worried tone.

Tang Mo was extremely jealous when he heard it in the house, which rich second-generation bastard is also hospitalized, and he actually has two beauties, this is a hospital, not your mansion, you want to play and go home to play!

The poor dick Tang Mo was indignant, eavesdropping, and cursed the young master in his heart. "But the title of young master is too strange? What age is this? Or is this a new way for rich people to play?"

At this time, the cold Ace tried to comfort Cecil again: "Cleveland is a knight family with a long heritage, and there have been legendary sword masters in the family before. Although the little young master has relatively little strength, in any case, he has also inherited some of the excellent physique inherited from the family, and it is only a matter of time before he recovers from an injury of this magnitude. ”

Cleveland, the Knights, the Legendary Juggernaut?

What the hell is this? Are you playing role-playing? Tang Mo began to be curious about the young master in their mouths, such an imaginative second generation, he is really a model for my generation.

"I'll go in and have a look. Cecil finally couldn't let go of her young master. Tang Mo heard the door knock, and then the wooden door of his room was pushed open, and a girl who looked like she was fourteen or fifteen years old walked in.

The girl looked at Tang Mo who was sitting on the bed, and she exclaimed in surprise: "Young master, are you awake!?"

Tang Mo looked at the girl in black and white maid costume blankly, this is the voice just now, Cecil?

The blonde girl happily threw herself into Tang Mo's arms, rubbing his cheek affectionately, Tang Mo clearly felt that her face was wet.

He put his hands on Cecil's shoulders and wrenched her body, smiling at the girl's doll-like face. Well, with dewdrops.

Tang Mo hesitated, although the feeling of the beauty was very good, but she confirmed that she did not recognize the wrong person?

"Cecil?"

The girl tilted her head to look at him, blinking her eyes.

"You call me young master?"

"That's right. How many masters of Vic. Cecil looked at him strangely.

Countless memories washed over Tang Mo's mind like a volcano that suddenly erupted, and in his memory, he was clearly a teenager named Victor Cleveland.

Victor was born into the aristocratic family of the Cleveland family, a family with a long history of at least a thousand years, and a long time ago produced a legendary sword master, who was named Duke of Barisan by the Kingdom of Constanta. Although there have been no legendary professions since then, there are still many high-level and even master-level professions, among which there is even a mysterious existence such as a great magician.

However, even a thousand-year-old family is inevitably weakened, and in the past hundred years, the Cleveland family has not been as strong as before. By the time Victor's father's generation was already scarce, Konstantin Cleveland, as a high-ranking warrior, continued to be loyal to the kingdom as an earl and lord of Barisan. In addition, the direct blood of the Cleveland family is Victor and his brother Julian Cleveland. This is an intermediate-level warrior, and in terms of his age when he has just come of age, he can be regarded as an upper-middle figure among his peers, and of course there is still a lot of gap between those geniuses who can step into the high level at the age of 20.

As for Victor himself, he is not bad in terms of physique, and his brain is also very good. It's a pity that most of the time, especially junior fighters, many times they don't need brains, and more muscles are the best choice.

From an early age, Victor followed the family tradition and trained as a warrior. It's a pity that no matter how fast he mastered the sword skills and how agile he was, it was useless. Because he was born with insufficient strength, even a two-handed sword commonly used by a light-armored swordsman (a warrior class) was an insurmountable mountain for him.

A steel long sword weighing more than ten pounds, in the hands of a qualified swordsman, should be as light as a feather, but in the hands of Victor, it can only be said that it can barely be used. But this is far from enough, the light armor swordsman requires fast movements, advance and retreat freely, which can play the role of the light armor light sword, and Victor's slow motion like a turtle is afraid that he will not be able to hold out for two rounds when he goes to the battlefield.

Although Victor is already considered strong and strong among ordinary people of the same age, these are definitely not enough. Cleveland is strict with every offspring by the standards of a warrior, and competing with civilians will only bring shame on the family.

As one of the only two remaining direct bloodlines in Cleveland, neither the Earl nor Victor himself could allow Victor Cleveland to become a waste. The fourteen-year-old trained himself frantically with an almost masochistic attitude, and from time to time sneaked into the outskirts of the Barisan Mountains to challenge some of the most dangerous monsters for him.

It's a pity that the manpower is sometimes exhausted, and Victor's talent really can't support him to become a good warrior, and he has the tragic experience of being beaten to the death of a monster almost every month, and then dragged back like a dead dog by the Count's warriors.

The most recent time, not long before Tang Mo crossed over, poor Victor was taught a small lesson by an irritable caped ape. Then, there was no then, Victor finally ended his bumpy life, and Tang Mo, a good young man in the 21st century, inherited his legacy and revitalized the Cleveland family.