#1004 Reality (13)

Moore is also selfish, and he hopes Arthur can be a qualified leader.

And Bai Weiwei was obviously his stumbling block.

It's better to forget, Moore thought.

Arthur gave him a suspicious look. "Really? I didn't forget anything?"

Moore yawned, "Really not, don't you remember everything? How could you forget a woman."

what woman...

Moore's mind suddenly became clear, and he looked up.

Sure enough, I saw Arthur looking at him indifferently.

"woman?"

Although he said that he had forgotten something, he never revealed that what he had forgotten was a woman.

Mole hurriedly laughed, "I suddenly remembered that I still have work to do. Recently, there have been many conflicts between humans and vampires."

After speaking, he quickly got up and was about to run.

As a result, a hand clasped his shoulders heavily.

"What woman?" His tone seemed a little urgent.

Moore grimaced, "Arthur, read it with our friends, forget what you forget, it's better for you."

Arthur lowered his eyes, his eyes full of blood.

"What have I forgotten?"

Moore said helplessly: "It's useless to ask me. I know your character. If you don't check it yourself, you won't believe me."

When Arthur lost his memory, he was so vigilant that it scared people to death.

So he knew that he had lost his memory and forgot Bai Weiwei.

But he didn't say a word, he just doubted himself and searched for it by himself.

He was just afraid that someone would deceive him.

After all, people with amnesia are the best deceivers.

The blood race is no exception.

Arthur suddenly said: "The rose circle in the Holy Tomb can still be activated."

Mor was stunned, he couldn't help but persuade: "This magic circle has not been activated for a thousand years, and if activated, your bloodline will be damaged. Yours has been damaged once, and if it is damaged again this time, then It will threaten your life."

The life source of the bloodline is the power of bloodline.

Generally speaking, as long as there is nothing wrong with the blood, immortality is not a big problem.

But once the blood vessels are severely damaged, they will fall into a deep sleep.

If the slumber does not come back, it will be even worse, and it will fall into an eternal slumber.

Arthur is undoubtedly betting his bloodline power.

Bet again and again for a woman.

Arthur asked repeatedly, "Can it be activated?"

Moore was silent, and then said, "I said no, do you believe it?"

There was nothing behind him, and Moore looked back and saw that he was nowhere to be seen.

Moore sighed helplessly, "Really, amnesia means amnesia, so why rush to remember, isn't it better to forget sometimes?"

The rose circle is a circle to find traces of your married partner.

Arthur came to the tomb of the ancestor, and there was a beautiful rose pattern on the tombstone.

He got down on one knee, his back solitary and straight.

The array is very small, not as big as the genocide array.

Arthur put his five fingers on the pattern and whispered a difficult and esoteric incantation.

The tombstone emits a faint light, and the red rose flower next to the tombstone slowly turns white and wrinkled. A flower fades and withers, as if something bright is disappearing.

Arthur's face became even more ugly.

The blood vessels in his body were trembling and painful.

But the doubts that plagued him for a long time prevented him from giving up on opening this magic circle.

Gradually, the light of the magic circle began to grow, and finally it turned into an oval magic circle, emitting a cool white light under Arthur's feet.

But in the middle of the formation, he was the only one on one knee.