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Chapter 1000: Lorenzo is beaten

At this time, even Lorenzo was a little stunned, he had lived in the palace of Ales for so long and didn't realize that he would have such a secret dark room in his home, so strong? It's comparable to the West Bank prison of the Secret Party.

What the hell is this place, the black and swarthy light can't seep in, and nothing can be seen clearly.

"Morrow! Murrow! Lorenzo smashed the wall panel with his sleeve, and now the entire palace of Ales was busy in the banquet hall, and there was no one when he walked by, and it was estimated that no one could hear him.

Lorenzo sighed, and simply sat down on the edge of the corner and padded the silver plate with his clothes, "Lolo, Molo, little Mo!" Daughter-in-law! Baby! Sweetheart! Am I wrong? Where are you? It's not a problem for you to lock me up here, why don't you come out and beat me up? You come out, let's discuss and discuss, okay with me? There are still a bunch of people waiting for you outside, if there is anything going on, we will talk about it, and I promise to explain it clearly. ”

There was no sound, the whole room was silent, only the voice of Lorenzo alone.

Lorenzo sighed, "Daughter-in-law, I really have nothing to do with her, I have a hard time." It's a pity that this sounds more like a scumbag's self-justification.

Lorenzo looked down and saw that he was still wearing a bloody mirror, find someone to save himself, today is his birthday, there is a banquet outside, he ran out, and there are important things over there that have not been decided, Lorenzo is anxious.

Lorenzo had just pulled out the blood mirror, only to fall to the ground with a thud.

Lorenzo fumbled to pick it up and touch the mirror, but it fell to pieces.

Lorenzo wanted to curse.

But he couldn't scold, and before he could scold, he was hit the shoulder, and the force was so great that it almost shattered the bones in his shoulder.

But Lorenzo is a little blind, a stick? Where did the stick come from? Is there anyone else in this house? Lorenzo slammed to his feet, but the area was supposed to be empty, and with his abilities, it was impossible not to know if there was anyone in the room.

Then another stick, smashed on his back, full of strength, Lorenzo had not suffered such a secret loss for a long time, and now the whole room of silver plates was pressed with blood, and without the spell, it was all up to the strength and reaction of the body.

Lorenzo was thinking about it, and then he was beaten again, Lorenzo was directly beaten down, he had never suffered this kind of grievance in his life, "Molo! What the hell are you going to do? ”

"Okay, okay, you fight, fight until you get angry." Lorenzo compromised, but no one answered him, and then the stick hit down on the head and face, Lorenzo was about to hug his head and run away, the man hit quickly and hard, the blood was pressed badly, the injury was not healed for a while, and the next stick crackled down, and Lorenzo's limbs couldn't get up with this force and precision, and he had to be hit with a stick when he moved.

After a few times, Lorenzo was also honest, trying not to move, looking for an opportunity to fight back, but the man didn't give him a little space, he didn't find a trace of space for half a day, not a second, that person's speed definitely reached the limit that a bloodless blood clan can reach, in this silver house he has no blood power that person is either, but that person's ability and skill are far above himself, this person is not Mo Luo, by no means.

"Who are you!" Lorenzo was a little angry, this shouldn't have been Mo Luo's doing, Mo Luo didn't have such a fine strength, not to mention that Mo Luo shouldn't be willing to beat him like this, right?

Who still hates themselves so much? When did he suffer such a grievance? I want to block with my hands, but the flesh arm is still not good compared to the iron rod, and it is I who suffers, Lorenzo is still very backbone and does not howl at all, but his whole body hurts, and without blood, he even slows down his healing ability, and now he is covered with purlins and redness and swelling that have been smashed out of the stick, maybe it will break somewhere.

Lorenzo's brain was in a mess, and then he felt that the man seemed to be not happy with the stick, and even kicked it, venting it completely, kicking it extremely hard, and he didn't know where it was in the dark, and Lorenzo was even more dizzy in the dark.

No one has ever beaten him like this in his life, and the feeling of being suppressed is too miserable.

But in the current Nord Continent, who is the person who can suppress him like this?

Lorenzo struggled and tried to pull the man's foot, but he smashed a stick on Lorenzo's hand steadily, straight to the bone, just afraid that the bones of his hand would be shattered this time, Lorenzo almost didn't cry out in pain, and quickly gritted his teeth and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth, "Wait...... Thou shalt reckon with me, and thou shalt tell me who thou art ......"

The sticks that had been heavily beaten suddenly stopped.

"I know...... I know who you are! Lorenzo reluctantly stood up against the wall, and the stick stopped and spun in circles, the tip of the stick poking into the ground with a small sound.

Lorenzo realized that the man was holding more than just a stick.

……………………………… I'm the simple dividing line.....................................................

There was still a lot of harmony in the banquet hall, and "Dolores" ran out when she saw Barnett not paying attention. The whole palace of Ales was quiet, and there were no people, which made "Dolores" happy, and cautiously walked out of the banquet hall on the first floor, and somehow walked to the second floor, where there were very few rooms, and the stairs led to a large patio, facing the two gates. A corridor then stretched out on either side, and on either side there was a room far away from each other, and Dolores could not see much of the twists and turns in it.

For the first time, "Dolores" felt a deep sense of familiarity with certain memories of a certain place, a completely different feeling from the memories that Barnett had told her about belonging to "her", a real sense of belonging, as if something was rebuilding in her mind, as if there was some clear room that was recovering little by little as far as the eye could see.

Dolores walked to a room on the left, and with a slight lift of his hand, he pushed open the two doors.

Going around an entryway, a short hallway, inside was a fairly spacious room, and the feeling inside was very familiar.

Maybe Dolores has been here in the past, "Dolores" continues to walk inside, it is a study, the study is quite simple, but there are many books, and the whole room is full of books from top to bottom.

Quite a large desk, the table is still full of documents, all the furnishings are not accidentally imprinted in the memory of the brain, as small as a pen, the color of the curtains, the curtain, and even the appearance of the wood grain on the desk, are completely imprinted in the mind.