I Was Once a Legend

Smooth and full of tension nude body, fine texture, and the pull rod to assist loading... The structure, shape, size, everything is so familiar.

Because both Dong Zheng and Cui Zuojing have seen the real object corresponding to this drawing.

This is Domingo's crossbow.

It is hard for Cui Zuojing to forget the first time he saw Domingo using this crossbow on the boat on Twilight Island. The man with gray eyes and blond hair was as tall and straight as a cedar, winding, sideways, raising his hand, aiming, and the metal arrow streamed It shot out, piercing Gulon's head.

Afterwards, he used this crossbow to kill the sky bull, and cooperated with the crowd to kill the divine bird Qizhi. Finally, the sharp arrow cut the rope around Cui Zuojing's neck, and the Ω-shaped pendant fell into Domingo's hands. Zuo Jing got nothing and was pushed into the exit door.

"Domingo." Cui Zuojing murmured.

He tightened his grip on Dong Zheng's arm, and the two looked at each other, seeing unbearable doubt and apprehension in each other's eyes.

There is a voice that keeps echoing in my heart. This is an extremely dangerous thought, unbelievable, but it can explain many things.

Several ghostly appearances in Twilight Island helped Cui Zuojing with his profound knowledge and unparalleled judgment, and helped Cui Zuojing break the seal for a period of time, and finally took away the pendant and the scepter of broken time, and stayed in the world where the demon god came.

But Dong Zheng knew more than Cui Zuojing. J, who had come to hunt and kill everyone in the snowfield worm trail, finally appeared with wounds all over his body. Zuo Jing, and, do what you want", the figure flashing past on the distant mountain peak when leaving.

Domingo.

"What's the matter? Are you dissatisfied?" Hades asked aloud when he saw that the expressions of the two were not good.

"No, I'm very satisfied." Dong Zheng looked at each design of the drawing carefully again, and confirmed that it was indeed very different from Domingo's crossbow in his impression, or in other words, except for some tiny designs , everything else is exactly the same.

And these differences need to be adjusted according to the situation in the process of implementing the drawings into real objects.

Dong Zheng took a deep breath, returned the blueprint to Hades, and asked, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​designing such a weapon for me?"

Hades: "Brain domain developers are not as convenient as pilgrims with other abilities in pure combat. They are not suitable for using cold weapons such as swords, and the carrying of bullets during the use of firearms will become a problem, and they cannot perform melee combat. If you use a crossbow , Arrows can be recycled, and can take into account both long-range and melee combat at the same time, combined with your body data, it is currently the most suitable for you."

Dong Zheng knew that what Hades said was right, because these advantages had been fully reflected in Domingo.

He was silent for a moment, and finally under the gaze of Cui Zuojing, he whispered: "Okay, I have no objection."

Cui Zuojing's forehead twitched suddenly, he bit his lower lip, but didn't say anything.

It is undeniable that Hades' design is indeed the most suitable for Dong Zheng. After the drawings are confirmed, it will take a while to make the real thing, leaving the ring with the metal to Hades. They thanked each other and left the weapon shop.

The two didn't go back to the castle immediately, they walked aimlessly along the street, and neither of them spoke for a while.

Even without the bond of blood pact, the two knew that they were thinking the same thing.

After a while, Dong Zheng broke the silence first: "I—"

Cui Zuojing put his index finger on Dong Zheng's lips, signaling him not to speak.He stared into Dong Zheng's eyes, and saw himself in them.

"No need to say anything." Cui Zuojing said softly, "I may not believe in Domingo, but I will definitely believe in you."

These words seemed to be some kind of agreement that belonged exclusively to the two of them. After they returned, neither of them talked about weapons again.

Cui Zuojing called Xia Qiongyun, who was still recuperating, and told her the truth in Fu Zhe's study that ordinary pilgrims would never be able to touch in their lifetime.

It was difficult for her to accept it for a while, but after thinking about Victor's transformation from a cat to a living person, and Cui Zuojing's ability to be completely unlike a normal pilgrim, it seems that it is not so difficult to accept.

"Our former teammate Alan died accidentally in the snowfield worm trail because of Kether's target. Joining us represents a great danger. The difficulty of the box that we pass through is basically not as marked as it is. You should also be able to feel it from the bald showgirl just now."

Cui Zuojing looked directly into Xia Qiongyun's eyes, and asked seriously: "Even so, are you sure you want to join us?"

Xia Qiongyun didn't spend too much time thinking about it, or in other words, she had already considered it clearly before: "I'm sure, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will do my best to leave this world."

"Well then, you can live in the castle from now on." Cui Zuojing gave Xia Qiongyun a key of Fu Zhe: "Choose a room on the second floor and ask Lilian to help tidy it up. This key contains Fu Zhe's key." A part of the power, no matter where you use it to open the door, you can return to the castle."

After Xia Qiongyun was settled, Cui Zuojing went around and found him in Fu Zhe's bedroom.

He was sitting in the complex formation, the lavender light shining in the lines illuminated his face, and the two light-colored tear moles under his closed eyes seemed to be crumbling. Cui Zuojing closed the door gently, without disturbing him, and sat down. By Fu Zhe's bed, waiting for him to wake up.

After five or six minutes, the light gradually dimmed, and the fluctuation of space energy returned to the bedroom, surrounded Fu Zhe, and reflected Cui Zuojing's time power from afar.

Fu Zhe opened his eyes, he let out a deep breath, and it was a little difficult to stand up.

Cui Zuojing: "How is it?"

"I can already perceive the specific location." Fu Zhe frowned slightly in trouble, "But no matter how much I increase the induction, I can only feel the specific location of one of the fragments. I don't know if it is morality or conscience. That fragment The energy of the fragment is very strong, and has been hiding from me, while the other fragment has no movement, as if it does not exist."

"But you were indeed separated into three soul fragments." Cui Zuojing wondered, "Goodwill, morality, and conscience are all indispensable components of the human soul. It is impossible for one of them to disappear, right?"

Fu Zhe was silent for a while, and finally he shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe we can only find out after recovering the fragment."

"Corberus!" The young man with tear moles under his eyes shouted loudly. He stood up from the luxurious and soft leather chair with his forehead propped up, feeling indescribably dizzy.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a man named Corberus walked in quickly. He was very tall, with dark honey-colored eyes, black hair and thick eyebrows, and a deep outline. Every inch of his muscle line revealed unparalleled fitness.The man walked up to the young man, wrapped his arms around his waist, so that the other party could lean most of his weight on his arms, and asked in a low voice:

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The young man shook his head, he grabbed Corberus' strong arm, and there were a few scratch marks on it when he couldn't help himself last night, and the dark call penetrated the boundary of space, bursting out from the bottom of his heart , calling, calling for his return.

Melancholy flashed across the young man's dark eyes, he thought for a while, took off the key-shaped pendant around his neck, and said, "Low your head."

Corberus obediently did so, and the pendant was placed around his neck by the young man.

Of course Corberus knew that this was the young man's personal belongings, and he said in surprise, "Master, this..."

"Here you are." Pushing the key still warm into Corberus' collar, the young man gently pushed him away, looked up at the pair of honey-colored eyes reflecting his own appearance, and said, "Whatever happens in the future Whatever it is, you can't hand it over to anyone else."

"I will." Corberus didn't understand what this meant, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, "I will help the master take good care of it."

The young man hummed, and walked towards the open door with his footsteps that were a bit vain because of the distant sensing: "Let's go, let's see what fun we can find today."

"Yes." Corberus followed closely behind him, like a knight who would remain faithful until death.

Or the most loyal dog, the bravest wolf.

After being selected from the bloody arena, the blood-soaked man knelt at the young man's feet, clutching the ax wound on his waist and abdomen. He desperately wanted to see the appearance of the master who saved him from hell, but he was afraid of anyone A little unreasonable move can send him back to hell.

He lowered his head, dripping black blood stained the carved floor, and heard the young man above his head casually ask the red-bearded old man next to him: "What's your dog's name?"

The old man was very impatient: "How many times have I told you, Corberus, can you be a little more serious!"

Hearing his name, the three-headed hellhound immediately let out a deep roar, a stench came out of its mouth, and its fangs were burnt yellow. The red-bearded old man tugged at the chain in his hand, and the three-headed dog reluctantly fell silent. .

"Why should I remember your dog's name?" The young man gave a short laugh, and replied bluntly, lifting the man's chin with the tip of his shoe.

He raised his head and saw the face of the new master for the first time.

To this day, he still clearly remembers the smell of rosin on his master's shoes, the slightly cool temperature of the leather, the casual laziness in his downcast eyebrows, and the two small light-colored moles in his eyes that look like tears.

"From today onwards, your name will be Corberus."

Corberus, the hellhound on the banks of the River Styx guarding the gate of the underworld for Hades, the king of the underworld.

The loud protests of the red-bearded old man and the triumphant laughter of the young man were not very clear. The man who was given the name Corberus put the name on his tongue and said it silently several times, engraving it in his heart forever.

Maybe it was just the master's whim and his friend's anger, even with an insulting meaning, but it was also his first name.

The pendant on the chest was close to the skin, and it still carried the owner's body temperature. Corberos raised his hand and pressed it lightly. He followed the young man half a step behind, even though countless people who had been obsessed with each other day and night Body temperature, in front of other people, but there is still no cross.

Is the noble master and his most loyal dog.

He gave him a name, a chance to struggle and climb out of the mud, and he will use his life as humble as an insect to dedicate his most sincere sincerity.

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