I Was Once a Legend

Of course, Dong Zheng also noticed Dong Linhai's sneak peeks from time to time. He thought about it last night and began to wonder if he had gone a little too far.

If he wants to teach Linhai, he can take a gradual and gentle approach.

During the whole day of training, although the two brothers also communicated, no matter who they were, they felt that the atmosphere seemed a bit weird, not as natural as before.

After answering questions on the knowledge reserve in the evening, there is free time for everyone to rest and go out for a date.Dong Linhai thought about what he had promised Allen last night to have a good talk with Dong Zheng. He mustered up the courage to call Dong Zheng when he saw the man sitting opposite him raised his head and said, "Linhai, do you have time? Want to talk to Dong Zheng?" Say something."

Dong Linhai's eyes lit up immediately, he nodded vigorously, glanced at Cui Zuojing who was nestling on the sofa stroking the cat, and asked, "Where are you talking?"

"Go to the rooftop."

The two brothers went up to the roof together, and there were still traces of rain last night on the roof, so they lay side by side on the railing, looking at the distant scenery.

"Are you still blaming me for what happened yesterday?"

Dong Linhai scratched his head embarrassingly, and hummed: "I don't know what to do, I just... just feel uncomfortable."

"It was my fault. I was dizzy and couldn't hold on anymore. I wanted to end the game as soon as possible. I didn't think about your feelings."

The success of Dong Zheng's behavior of taking the blame on himself first made Dong Linhai completely embarrassed. He thought about it all night, and he really felt that he was too narrow-minded because of this matter: "Hey, I'm too hypocritical."

Dong Zheng: "I did take advantage of your trust in me, but Linhai, this is not a good thing. No one can guarantee that I will always be worthy of your trust, not even myself."

Lin Hai: "I know, Brother Lun told me about this yesterday, and Fu Zhe also said that the trust between teammates should be based on what you think is okay after thinking about it, not unconditional."

"It's best for you to understand this point." Dong Zheng patted him on the shoulder lightly, "If some things are simply told to you, there may not be immediate results. People always have to suffer a little bit to grow up. of."

"Yeah." Dong Linhai paused, and said in a low voice embarrassedly, "It won't be like this in the future."

After opening the skylight, all the awkwardness disappeared, and Dong Linhai's mood immediately improved a lot.

Realizing this, he had no choice but to admit that no matter how much he pretended, compared to everyone else, he was still a child in his heart.

Dong Zheng put his arms on the railing, looking at the floating clouds in the blue sky, and the air still smelled of rain and water vapor last night.

Cui Zuojing and Victor, whom they met soon after they came to Pure White Land, hadn't talked with each other for a long time.

It is precisely because they have already left the real world, and they don't know if they can go back and see their family members again, the things that frustrated Dong Zheng and Yu Zu are no longer so difficult to talk about.

"You know Linhai, I envy you very much, I envy you for your simplicity, your enthusiasm and doing whatever you want, you have everything I want most, sometimes this kind of envy... even becomes a kind of jealousy that I can't control."

Dong Linhai was stunned, Dong Zheng envied him?

Shouldn't he be envious and jealous of Dong Zheng?Apart from being rich at home, he has no advantages that can be brought to the table at all?

Soon he guessed the reason, frowned, and said: "But, but mom and dad love you very much, isn't mom treating you well?"

This is the first time the two of them talked about Dong Zheng's life experience. When he was young, Linhai always thought that he and Dong Zheng were brothers, until one time he saw Dong Yi and Dong Zheng going out without taking him and his mother. Very unhappy to ask Su Daijun why.

Su Daijun told him that Dong Zheng's mother passed away on this day 16 years ago, and they were going to visit her grave.

At that time, Dong Linhai suddenly realized that he and Dong Zheng were not real brothers.

I also understand why in my impression, my brother never celebrates his birthday.

Dong Zheng smiled: "My mother is very good to me, but it is always different."

Dong Zheng didn't say any more, he believed that Linhai should be able to understand.

Two children, one born by himself, and the other a child left by his favorite man and another woman. Among the similar families that Dong Zheng knew, he was able to be as undemanding and unbiased as Su Daijun, and basically treat them equally on the surface. No.

He should have been content.

Dong Linhai was silent, do you prefer it?There will definitely be preferences, even if there are two children born to the same parents, there will still be so many people who prefer the younger, ignorant, and relatively incompetent one.

The one who cries the most is always the one who loves the most.

What's more, Su Daijun is only his own biological mother.

Dong Linhai didn't know how to comfort Dong Zheng, so he could only turn around and give his half brother a hug.

Dong Zheng raised his arms and hugged him—this younger brother who used to buy small cakes with his pocket money and dragged him into the room to secretly celebrate his birthday was already about the same height as him.

Before long, he too will become a real man.

"Stay alive, let's go home together."

Time passed day by day, and the points gradually decreased, and it was time to earn points again.The first period of training came to an end, Cui Zuojing finally got a rest time, but was dragged by Dong Zheng to discuss which box to enter.

"You can figure it out..." Cui Zuojing lay on the table, lazily watching Dong Zheng study the parameters of the box, and had the illusion of going back to eight years ago.

But compared with Fu Zhe, Dong Zheng is so different.

The intelligence purchased from the information provider contained the coordinates and attribute information of more than 100 boxes in District Ⅻ. Dong Zheng selected carefully and finally selected the survival type box named [Twilight Island].

The information is still useful, at least they know the name of the box, unlike Hameln, who didn't know the name until they cleared the customs.

According to the coordinates on the intelligence, Allen found the [Twilight Island] box in the corner of the stairwell of an abandoned building.

This box is made of wood, boxy, old and outdated, with all kinds of inverted pentagrams painted on it, and densely incomprehensible words written on each line, like some kind of seal.

They recovered their spirits, took their respective equipment, and left the castle, preparing to enter the box in the apartment as usual.

Seeing that the castle door was closed and the outside world was blocked on the other side, Fu Zhe withdrew his gaze and looked down at the book in his hand again.

The next thing he had to do was to wait patiently, waiting for them to clear the box and push open the castle door again.

Just like how he waited patiently for Cui Zuojing, or someone else capable of saving him, to open the door for eight years.

He has read this "The Mystery of the Lobotomy and Alchemy—Origin of Black Magic" many times, and even if he closes the book, he can memorize the following content verbatim, but in such a boring situation, Repeated reading became his indispensable pastime.

Fu Zhe just read the two lines casually, when he suddenly felt a strong strange feeling that made him shudder, filling his whole soul.

He froze for a moment, then curled up uncontrollably, trying to break free from the feeling that it didn't belong to him.

He is not very familiar with this, but it is not unfamiliar——

Pleasure.

Fu Zhe tried his best to slow down his breathing and try to suppress this feeling, but it seemed to be of no use. The waves of pleasure spreading deep in his soul seemed to flow one after another, making him uncontrollably short of breath.

Fu Zhe clutched the armrest of the chair tightly with both hands, and silently endured with his lips tightly pressed together, feeling restless and throbbing uncontrollably.

He endured.

After an unknown period of time, this indescribable feeling finally disappeared.

Finally being gently put down from the high waves, Fu Zhe heaved a sigh of relief. He looked down at himself, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he was a little thankful that he was the only one there. He put down the book in his hand and walked upstairs to his room to go.

Fu Zhe knew that everything he experienced just now came from his lost soul fragments, morality or conscience.Ever since he recovered in good faith and he untied the first seal, the induction with the rest of the fragments has gradually deepened with the passage of time.

——What is his lost soul doing?

boom -

The bright white lightning almost split the sky. A few seconds later, the thunder rolled in, and the heavy rain poured outside the window. Looking from the rain-stained window, only a gray and monotonous tone could be seen.

A pair of naked feet were placed on the dark blue carpet, and the soft fluff protruded from between his fingers. He was only wearing a black silk pajamas, which could not hide the ambiguous marks on his neck and shoulders.

The black-haired young man with tear moles on his eyes sat on a dark red soft chair, skillfully picked up the hookah on the table, took a deep breath, exhaled the lingering smoke, and looked thoughtfully at the rain outside the window .

Lightning illuminated his reddish face, but the expression between his handsome brows and eyes was very pale.

"Owner."

Just now he vaguely felt some kind of dark calling.

"Owner?"

The man's voice brought him back to his senses. The young man raised his head. The man with deep honey-colored eyes had already finished his clothes, with a scimitar on his waist. He had a typical Persian appearance, with black hair and thick eyebrows, deep outline, and tall stature. Very fit.

The man half-kneeled at his feet, looked up at the young man, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

The young man shook his head and said, "It's okay, you want to go out?"

"Another group of people came to the casino, and they brought a lot of chips. Ender asked me to go and see the venue."

"Well, let's go." The young man casually agreed, the man leaned over and respectfully kissed the back of his hand on the armrest, got up and was about to leave.

"Wait a moment."

The man stopped, turned his head, and saw that the young man was still looking out of the window, but his outstretched hand made a hook, and then returned to him.

The young man raised his head, and the two looked at each other for a few seconds. An unconcealable smile appeared on the man's lips, and he leaned down.At the same time, the young man stretched out his hand, grabbed his collar somewhat roughly, and dragged him in front of him.

Lips touch.

This is a long enough kiss, intertwined with warm breaths, weaving the rare warmth in this cold rain.

After a while, the young man gently pushed the man away, his black eyes seemed to be shining with moist water, the corners of his lips were bright red, and his voice subconsciously softened: "Go."

"Yes, Master."

The sound of closing the door made the room quiet again. The young man took a long breath, pursed his lips, and looked out the window again with a heavy heart.

————Volume [-] [Splitter]·End———

Volume [-] Twilight Island