Chapter 1 Moron

Mo Long opened his eyes, and his head felt like it had been hit by a hammer. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The first thing he saw was blood, scarlet blood spreading beneath him, and he knelt heavily on the cold, blood-stained ground, one bloody hand holding a pure black sword, and the other hand on the ground, so that his tired body would not collapse completely.

When he saw the blood, he remembered the last image he had seen before he lost his memory.

It was a large truck that was driving illegally, and at the speed of that car, the best thing he could do was to die on the spot, with only one or two arms missing from his body.

But at this moment, he was still able to come to his senses.

However...... What's the deal with the sword in your hand?

At this moment, Mo Long was terrified, he forced his tired head to look up, and saw that he was in a Western European-style mansion that he had never seen before.

At that moment, a term had jumped into his mind.

He...... crossed.

Realizing this, Mo Long's drowsy mind suddenly became a little clearer, and then his head exploded, and a stream of information rushed into his mind like a tide.

Mo Long let out a heavy low cough, and a burning pain came from his back.

This information undoubtedly belongs to the original owner of this body, and the content is quite small, and it doesn't seem to be of any use to Mo Long at all.

It's surprisingly simple, with only three strips.

"His father was hanged, his brother was burned to death, and his sister was left to a band of robbers and beggars to be ravaged to death. ”

These three messages seem to have been engraved into this body, and even if its original owner is long dead, the occupants of it can still feel the almost bitter hatred that comes through the messages.

It even stirred up a glimmer of inexplicable hatred in Mo Long's heart for a very short time.

But Moron quickly put the negativity behind him that didn't belong to him.

He was extremely badly wounded.

Mo Long flipped his wrist and touched behind him, there should be a huge wound that almost tore the entire back, if he went deeper and more than half a minute, he could almost cut his whole person into two pieces.

Even now, the blood is still flowing uncontrollably.

And the clearest thing in the field is that there is no one else but himself.

Mo Long knew that he must have missed something, the original owner of this body was severely injured and died, and this was the opportunity for his soul to be taken away.

But...... If he doesn't take any action, Mo Long will have to follow in the footsteps of the original owner of this body sooner or later.

Moron didn't want to die, especially after a death.

He struggled to stand up with his sword in one hand, but the huge wound on his back was pulled by this simple movement, and the severe pain almost made the young man of the twenty-first century, who was barely injured, faint, let alone stand up.

At that moment, he heard a soft creak from the empty door of the mansion, and someone slowly pushed it open.

At this moment, a glimmer of hope flashed in Mo Long's eyes.

Walking in was a young man with blond hair and blue eyes, he had a face that was enough to fascinate thousands of girls, carrying a golden scroll in one hand, and was slightly startled when he saw Mo Long kneeling in a pool of blood.

But he was only taken aback, and immediately, he showed a sneer: "Huh...... Elvis didn't kill you?"

"What, what...... What do you mean?" Mo Long looked at the coldness and banter in the other party's eyes, and the hope that had just risen was fading coldly.

He suddenly realized that almost the entire family of the original owner of this body had been wiped out, and that he himself had died unexpectedly, and that he was obviously in danger—at this time, it was far more likely that a random person would be an enemy than a friend.

The corners of the blond-haired young man's mouth hooked up a playful sneer, and he didn't answer Mo Long's words, but walked up to Mo Long step by step, paused for a moment on the extremely terrifying wound behind him, and unfolded the golden scroll in his hand: "Oh, do you know, His Royal Highness the King, that old immortal thing, has a heart of compassion again, do you know what this is? Pardon order, I'll show you...... Oh, I don't think you can see anything right now.

"Then I'll be merciful and read it to you—Remembering that Field's second son, Spark, is disabled and that the Field family has made great contributions to my empire, saved me from death, and inherited hereditary titles and inheritances. ”

Mo Long raised his head and looked at the smiling young man.

The blonde boy understood this look as anger and powerlessness, so he showed a brighter and brighter smile: "His Royal Highness the King is really sick, deduct a treason, kill your whole family, and dare to keep you?"

"We don't have the guts, so we naturally want to kill them all. ”

The last four words, the young man paused word by word, and his voice full of laughter revealed a penetrating killing intent.

Mo Long looked at this person, his eyes were also sharp, he never waited for death in his concept, he clenched the sword in his hand.

The blond-haired young man looked at Mo Long's eyes at this moment, and slowly pulled out a cold dagger from his waist: "Look at your eyes, the wolf cub of the Field family - even a waste, a cripple is so terrifying. ”

Even if he knew that the other party was talking about the original owner of this body, even if he knew that the other party was talking about people and things that had nothing to do with him at all, but these words were heard in his ears, how could he not be angry.

His grip on the sword became tighter and tighter, was it an illusion, and the pure black sword trembled slightly as if it had a life due to his emotional fluctuations.

The blond-haired young man sneered, "It seems that Elvis wants you to bleed, but we don't have that time anymore - so, waste, you...... You should thank me, thank you for giving you a good time. ”

Mo Long looked at the killing intent and banter in the other party's eyes, his body was suddenly cold, his whole body was tense, and the terrible wound on his back was bleeding more and more, but the hot pain was telling Mo Long the horror of death over and over again.

However, at this very moment, the door of this old mansion, which was not locked at all, was pushed open again.

The person who pushed the door was quite rough, and with a lot of force, the door was completely opened, and the sunlight outside illuminated the dark and bloody room like a tide in an instant.

A clearer voice sounded: "Hurry up, I heard that the field family's tens of millions of gold coins are about to be emptied, we are already late, if we don't move faster, there will be no oil and water at all." ”

The blonde-haired young man's face changed several times, and after a brief moment of struggle and hesitation, the raised blade suddenly stabbed downward.

The killing intent made Mo Long feel cold all over his body in an instant.

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