God forbids me to fall in love

The tower is in the shape of a cylinder, and the spiral staircase is built in the middle. On the top floor, the room where Moen woke up is surrounded by a circle of hidden rooms in the dark, whose purpose is unknown.

This mysterious place doesn't look like someone has lived here for a long time, the passage is full of damp smell brought by dust for a long time.

But the place is very clean, and it's not like Moen imagined, walking two steps and stepping on a human bone or something.

The human voice was coming from the next room.

The door was wide open, as if deliberately welcoming Moen.

The sky seemed to be later than when he woke up now, and the room was pitch black, with no light coming in from the window.

The darkness should bring people the fear of the unknown, but Moen had the illusion of being summoned by the darkness.

He heard the breathing that attracted him, and stepped inside.

"Is anyone there?" He swallowed and asked.

There was a sound of cloth rubbing against his feet.

"...is it a survivor?"

He was slightly taken aback, but because he didn't feel the danger of the demon approaching mentally, he speculated uncertainly like this.

"……Um."

The man seemed to hesitate for a moment before replying weakly.

Hearing this, Moen squatted down, and finally managed to see the appearance of this person when he got close.

It was a black-haired young man about his age, who seemed to be injured, and was sitting curled up against the door, looking at Moen with misty eyes, pursing his lips.

When Mo En saw those black pupils, he no longer had doubts, but the current situation really made him a little confused.

"Have you just been attacked by a demon here? Sorry, I also encountered some things, and I can't remember the requirements of the mission after waking up."

He carefully explained the situation to the survivor, and then turned around decisively, trying to carry him on his back.

But this survivor seemed to be more resistant to physical contact with him, and the closer Moen got to him, the more he shrank back.

When Moen grabbed the opponent's hand helplessly, he felt that his whole body was stiff.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you, let's get out of here together..."

Before Moen could finish his comforting words, the man held his hand backwards.

The expression of the survivor was hidden in the dark so that people could not see clearly. He let out a restrained groan. It was different from the sound Moen had heard before because of the pain. This time it obviously had some kind of Unspeakable meaning.

"What should I do... I regret it."

He suddenly said in a low voice, "I wanted to go back with you, but it seems that I failed."

There was no weakness in that tone.

As the end of his words fell, Moen suddenly stopped moving.

The hand on Moen's wrist tightened even more, and the "survivor" stared at Moen's eyes that lost focus for a moment without blinking, and let out a faint sigh.

He could no longer pretend to be an ordinary person.

After tasting the sweetness, how can I stop.

……

got windy.

A young man was lying on a rocking chair reading a book, the broken hair on his forehead was blown up by the wind.

He saw a certain period of time when he raised his head and asked the person who was waiting with a plate of fruit, "Is the sea really as beautiful as it is described in the book?"

"Master Moen, I have never seen the sea." The servant replied respectfully.

"I see." Moen nodded, "Have you never seen the outside world?"

There was a faint yearning hidden in his question.

The servant did not respond to this question, but said, "Master Moen, there is nothing good outside."

"really."

Moen smiled wryly. He thought of the swamps and thorns he had seen through the window, and the forever gray sky, and instantly gave up the idea of ​​exploring the outside world.

He grew up in a high tower since he was a child. Wei told him that the outside world is very dangerous. The demons have captured and occupied every corner of the continent, leaving only the land of the high tower as a pure land.

Moen was no longer in the mood to read, and he sat up slowly, when the servant who came to deliver the food also knocked on the door and came in.

Although the situation of human beings is so critical, he can still eat luxurious food every day.

A group of people with plates came in one after another. One of the things they have in common is that they all have a pair of scarlet eyes, which are different from Wei.

Wei said that he had suffered from an eye disease, so he lost the normal eye color that a normal person should have.

Moen still remembered Wei's hurt expression when he first asked this question.

After all, the two are lovers who grew up together in the tower, but I forgot that something happened to Wei's eyes, and asked to poke his heart, which is too indifferent and careless.

In fact, Moen also had difficulties. Some time ago, he rolled down the stairs and hit his head. Since then, his memory has been a little fuzzy. Many times, he has to talk to him before he can recall the specific experience.

This also caused him to forget many sweet moments that belonged to him and Wei, which is the most regrettable.

After a brief meal, the servants advised him to rest.

It was also because of his experience of falling some time ago that everyone did not allow him to leave this room and advised him to recover from his injuries.

Moen obediently lay back on the bed, as usual.

After waiting for the servants to go out, he couldn't fall asleep anyway.

He has something on his mind.

He couldn't help kissing Wei this morning.

It's not uncommon to kiss, but this time he was extra special, he didn't know how to be shy when the love was strong, and he did something else...

Although Wei was very cooperative during the process, after the end, I don't know if Moen thought too much, and always felt that the other party seemed to be angry.

Because after the intense kiss, Wei suddenly said that he was going to the lower level of the tower to do something, and his face was flushed with anger, which was not the case in the previous few days.

Obviously trying to avoid him for a while.

Moen hugged Wei's pillow helplessly.

Moen was not used to not being in the arms of the other party during the afternoon nap.

In other words, he was not used to the nap itself, but Wei's existence could help him divert some attention.

Had he really lived such an easy life before?

He doesn't really enjoy the days when he eats and goes to bed every day. He always feels that the situation between humans and demons is already so tense.

The background of the world introduced by the servants also made him worry, which is not obvious at ordinary times, but as soon as Wei left his side, he suddenly became extremely worried about the people.

The tower is not absolutely safe. If human beings have really been forced to this point, they should unite to fight against the demons. How can there be a master-servant relationship?

Huddled in a tower enjoying stolen comfort, he should not be such a person.

He should take saving mankind as his duty.

Even if he couldn't do this, at least he had to fight bravely. It was not his life creed to hide and wait for death.

Moen jumped up from the bed suddenly, his blood boiled by his sudden realization, after pacing the room a few times, he couldn't help but look at the closed door.

After thinking for a second, he quickly stepped forward, opened the door and walked out.

He's going down to find Vi.

Moen was originally afraid that someone would stop him and send him back to the room, but this worry was too much to worry about.

The servants didn't know where they all ran, and it was so quiet that no one could be seen.

Even though it was the house he had lived in for nearly 20 years, Moen felt it was very strange. He looked at the rooms in this circle and didn't know what they were for at all.

The impression of downstairs is even thinner.

All of this is the aftereffect of falling on the head.

Moen stood on the edge and poked his head to look at the bottomless stairs. The tower floors below were all dark, and he couldn't see anything.

He retreated and decided to "sweep" the rooms on the top floor first, so as to have a basic understanding of his home.

As soon as Moen entered the first room next door, he was attracted by the sword on the ground at its entrance.

Strange to say, this room is empty and dilapidated, don't the servants usually clean this room?

While wondering, he leaned down and prepared to pick up the sword.

There are some concave and convex textures on the edge of the sword body, and the part near the hilt is also rusty. It can be seen that the sword is old.

Only the middle part is still bright...

Moen's hand just touched the hilt of the sword, and suddenly retracted as if electrocuted.

He stood up suddenly and took half a step back. After a long silence, he slowly raised his trembling hand and touched his eyes tentatively.

The author has something to say: 5555 is a very difficult copy for me to write, so I became a pigeon spirit who couldn't keep the promise. I really wrote down the amount of updates owed in the small notebook_(:з”∠)_

感谢在2020-05-0818:00:00~2020-05-1221:44:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Jiumi, 1 in the morning;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: a bottle of iodine 70 bottles; Momo 10 bottles; Yuanshan 5 bottles; Lin Yiyu 1 bottle; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!