Chapter 2832 Powerless

The scene was constantly changing, changing with the records in the diary. Mo Ye was always in the third perspective, watching Mr. Brad record the scenes in the diary while holding a pen.

Looking at it, I don't know when, the voice talking about the contents of the diary suddenly disappeared.

Mo Ye looked around, frowning slightly, this is not the main control room of the egg cake.

This is a boxy room with no windows or doors. The walls, ceiling and floor are all bright and pure white, without any other decorations, the white is dazzling.

Squeak.

A black hole opened in the ceiling, and the black hole grew bigger and bigger until the entire ceiling was opened.

A group of three people appeared above Mo Ye's head.

One was wearing a crown, and his appearance looked a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Xiaoqi, who is this person?"

"Little Seven"

Mo Ye called twice without getting any response. She raised her hand, but what she saw was not her own. It was a pair of middle-aged man's hands, with well-defined joints, tan, and protruding blue veins. , unusually thin.

She took a step back, still needing to look up to see those people.

"Are you finally willing to raise your noble head, respected Master Brad?" A mocking voice came into Mo Ye's ears.

This is still the experience of Mr. Brad, but at this moment, I am no longer experiencing all this from the third perspective but the first perspective. How did I do it?

She was obviously still on the Egg Pan a moment ago, and she didn't sense anyone approaching, nor did she find anything unusual.

If my identity at this moment is Mr. Brad, then who are the three people above his head?

The situation at this time looks like being imprisoned, why would a master of space be imprisoned

How did such a difficult thing be done? What is the current age, and when was Mr. Brad arrested? Many questions appeared in Mo Ye's mind.

Among the three, the one wearing the crown is sitting on a gorgeous seat, the other two are separated on both sides, and there are two rows of guards behind them. Imprisoned Mr. Brad.

The speaker was the man on Wang Guannan's left, with two cross scars on his cheeks, covering half of his face from the corner of his eyes to his jawline.

The person sitting in the middle looking down at Teacher Brad, Mo Ye remembered why his face was familiar, and he was 70% similar to Resas.

This is likely to be the king of the Weilan Empire at that time.

Mo Ye hadn't paid special attention to the history of the Weilan Empire, so he really couldn't remember the king's name without Xiao Qi reminding him.

"Master Brad, have you thought it through?"

"Shameless, don't even think about it, and never expect to get anything from me." The hoarse voice seemed to have not spoken for several years, rough and hoarse

"presumptuous"

The king of the Weilan Empire stretched out his hand to interrupt the anger of those around him, "Master Brad, why should you be obsessed with the past, you can witness the future with us, the Weilan Empire will become the most powerful empire of the Star Alliance, and the most glorious civilization of all mankind Bright center, you can participate in this great cause."

The calm and determined voice with a hint of regret sounded so sincere, but Mo Ye only felt extremely cold and angry.

This is not how she feels, but how Teacher Brad feels at the moment.

The king got up, "I am patient, I can wait, I believe that you, Master Brad, will make the right and wise choice."

When the king wearing the crown left, the person who spoke just now did not leave immediately. He squatted down and looked down, with a chilling smile on his face.

"Master Space is just a prisoner under my feet. If you don't want to go out of the way His Majesty gave you, don't blame me for being cruel."

The collar around her neck is weird. Mo Ye can't sense the existence of the core of spiritual power, nor can she sense the magic spring. She can't mobilize the slightest magic power. Teleportation or space cutting are useless. She can't even see the space dimension and space nodes. ,

Nothing can be sensed.

Just like an ordinary person.

This is a special magic-forbidden area, no, Mo Ye shook his head, this is Teacher Brad's memory, when he was in a state of being imprisoned by deprivation of abilities.

While thinking, currents flowed from all directions.

"ah."

Brad clenched his teeth after a short cry of pain.

It is useless to run away, this house conducts electricity everywhere, there is no place to dodge, current is everywhere.

The intense and uninterrupted electric stimulation is continuously strengthened, with no rhythm at all, giving people unpredictable pain.

Brad fell to the floor convulsively after the first shock.

There was a pool of pale yellow water on the floor, and the pants were wet and stuck to his legs.

"Tsk tsk, it's disgusting." He paused and smiled, "I almost forgot, you haven't eaten for a week, Polly still hasn't prepared food for your teacher"

"Good Lord Quill."

A young man appeared, knelt down before the man known as Quill, and said in awe, "I'll get ready right away."

He threw the baked bread down, and threw it directly on the water mark, "Eat it, if it wasn't for the gift from the adults, a person like you who doesn't know what to do should starve to death."

"Look how good your student is. He knows what is the right choice. You are not as good as your student. If His Majesty didn't value you"

Flogged, verbally belittled, mentally tortured, and in different ways, Mo Ye stayed in this white room for a week, with similar scenes almost every day, but he never saw the king again.

They were tortured in different ways day and night, and what was even more frightening was that the walls of the white room would be transformed into screens, often showing images of Oswald's survivors being hunted down and brutally killed.

Such a horrible experience lasted for a whole month or longer. Mo Ye's perception of time was not accurate. Many times it seemed that a whole day had passed as soon as he opened and closed his eyes.

But all these tortures are real to Mo Ye, and she can empathize with them, but she can't make any reaction, and she can't do anything when she wants to resist countless times. Every move is something that has already happened, and she can only bear it passively .

You can't save Mrs. Brad and you can't save yourself.

Mo Ye is Brad at this time, and she can feel the changes in Brad's heart during this period of time.

There is unspeakable pain under the indifferent and calm surface, and the dark and gloomy heart is full of anger.

What is the purpose of these people? This kind of torture really doesn't seem to have the intention of soliciting, full of malicious trampling and revenge.

"Master Brad, the time limit is almost here, have you made a decision this time?"