He Holds a Rose from the Abyss

Song Southwest looked like he had seen a ghost, looking at the former roommate who didn't study space and only studied all day, suddenly he looked like he was in love.

He had a subtle feeling that he didn't know for a while that the object of his sigh was a man, or he should remind his roommate about the identity of the other party.

"You're too fast, no matter what, you have to, you have to..." Song Southwest struggled for a while, "Please invite me to a meal."

"Ah, this, I'll treat you alone... We can have Chinese food."

"You can do it?"

Chi Lang thought about his cooking skills: "Scrambled eggs with tomatoes and shredded potatoes."

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"Chi Lang, have you ever met a necromancer?" Song Southwest suddenly asked.

"I met, but luckily, I happened to escape."

In fact, it was not luck, it was Sheffield who saved him.

"I always thought he was still hiding in Zevernar."

"Why is he hiding in the city? With the way we used to play RPGs, shouldn't necromancers like to stay away from the crowd?"

"I don't know... Do you want to live near the church? I can still cover you."

"I'm very busy. And I'm doing fine in the academy now. After he came here last time, the vigilance in the school has been much stronger. Thanks!"

Song Southwest: "What are you busy with? Are you in a relationship?"

Chi Lang said as a matter of course: "Almost."

Suddenly the door was knocked twice.

Song Southwest got up and went to open the door, a boy stood outside the door.

He was probably only a teenager, with cowhide boots on his feet and his toes hitting the ground lightly.

His expression was a little cold, and there was some arrogance between his eyebrows. A sunflower emblem is tattooed on the magic robe.

Chi Lang was stunned for a moment.

He was sure he had never seen this man before, but he felt a sense of familiarity.

"Do you have anything else? If I have something, I can go first and come to you tomorrow?" Chi Lang looked at Song Southwest.

Song Southwest nodded.

The moment Chi Lang went out, he heard the arrogant young man say: "...The Magic Association has come to the conclusion that the purpose of the necromancer may be just a personal grudge. Has the church found anything?"

"No." Song Southwest closed the door.

"Then the priority of arresting him can be lowered. Recently, the manpower has been very short."

Song Nanxin changed the subject: "Berg, is the magic code you wrote all right?"

"There's no problem. They're annoying the family to death. Everyone wants to know about Hubert's Magic Codex. It's better for me to compile a book. It's been quiet recently." Berg finally showed something. The disposition of a young man is a bit complacent on his face.

He was the most gifted wizard of the Howard family's generation, born with infinite glory and a little arrogance about everything.

"But the Demon King didn't show up."

"Didn't show up? But the seal in the abyss did loosen. I doubt he used some method to hide in the crowd."

Berg raised his eyebrows: "It doesn't matter if he doesn't show up, he can escape, I will finish him."

Song Southwest looked at this person, and then looked out the window: "I wish you victory in advance."

After Berg explained the matter, he left, and Song Nanxin sat alone in the chair.

He felt a touch of divine art, and his immediate superior, a cardinal, sent a request for divine art connection.

- "Is the purpose of the necromancer clear?"

- "It's almost, because..."

- "Has the Magic Association found out?"

- "No, they think it's just a personal grudge... they won't let them find out."

The sun shone in from the window, but Song Nanxi sat in the shadows. He buried his head, and after a while he looked up.

Chi Lang first walked out of the church very calmly, looked left and right, and then ran under the silver oak tree.

Sheffield lowered his head and his expression was indifferent, which instantly made Chi Lang feel very far away.

Hearing the footsteps, Sheffield looked up, and he laughed again: "So soon? I thought it would take a long time."

"Because he seems to have a guest, I'll leave first." Chi Lang glanced at Sheffield's face, "Sheffield, if you don't want to laugh, you don't need to laugh."

"I think you seem to be smiling all the time. If you're not happy, you'll be tiring."

Sheffield's eyes were a little erratic. He looked at the church again, and then looked at Chi Lang: "I just remembered something and felt a little uncomfortable."

"What, what did you say to that friend of yours?" Sheffield asked him.

"He said the Magic Codex was fake."

"Didn't I say so? It must be false. Although Hubert is good at magic, his magic is not so sharp." Sheffield pulled Chi Lang back.

There are no people on this road, as if all the noise is isolated in another world.

"The time of magic gestures is reduced a lot in that handbook, and the spells can be shortened as much as possible, so that magic can be suppressed in a short period of time in the battle, but the risk is also very high, and it is easy for magic to backlash. The person who compiled this handbook , must be a very talented but young person, only that kind of person can write this kind of thing."

"Have you seen it? But that's true." Chi Lang nodded, "My friend said it was written by a teenager from Howard's family..."

"Howard...I didn't guess that. But it is indeed the style of this family."

"Sheffield, what about you, how do you like to use magic? I don't think you have read long spells in the final exam."

"For me, the magic under the forbidden spell is no different, it is all very simple magic, but above the forbidden spell..." Sheffield smiled, "It has not been used for a long time."

Sheffield gave him the feeling of being far away again, and Chi Lang shook Sheffield's hand: "Let's go to the watch shop again, I have something left there."

The owner of the watch shop and Les are friends. He went to another city a few days ago. Before leaving, he left the key to Chi Lang. He originally wanted Chi Lang to practice more clock skills.

But Chi Lang has been busy with love recently and hasn't been here for a long time.

Sheffield looked inside: "Is there any of your works here?"

"These are the owner's. How long have I been here? I still can't do this."

Chi Lang quickly found his belongings in the utility room, but he hesitated and pretended to be looking for it.

Until Sheffield asked him: "Do you need me to help you find it?"

"No." Chi Lang finally handed the things in his hand to Sheffield.

It was a pocket watch with roses engraved on it, and roses took up most of the face, the dial was placed in the lower left corner, and the hands looked small and delicate.

"This is the owner's collection. As soon as I saw it, I thought it was suitable for you. It's a birthday present."

In fact, Chi Lang begged the shopkeeper for a long time, and the shopkeeper let go. Fortunately, due to the mechanical time, he was able to repair some very precise pocket watches, so he saved some money, borrowed money from Ruth, and finally agreed to work here to pay off his debts.

Sheffield smiled: "I thought you'd give me what you made."

"This thing is too complicated, if I do it seriously, it will take a year and a half, but I calibrated the watch, it was going a little faster, and now it is going very accurately."

Chi Lang seemed a little excited: "If you want me to do it myself, it may have to wait for your birthday in the future. I will definitely make a unique one that is most suitable for you."

After Sheffield put away the watch, he put his hand lightly on Chi Lang's face: "Actually, you don't have to walk so accurately."

"Why? Ah, you also like to set your watch two minutes forward, so you don't feel so anxious when you're in a hurry?"

"No," Sheffield approached Chi Lang, "will we be together forever?"

Chi Lang was silent for a while, and then said a little embarrassedly, "Why do you ask such a question? It's not like you... and don't plant the flag casually!"

Although Sheffield didn't understand Chi Lang's last words, he still leaned his face obediently: "I'll set the time to stand still."

Hey?

Sheffield kissed.

Chi Lang felt Sheffield's tongue gently pry open his lips and probed gently in his mouth.

The sound of the clock in the watch shop seemed to be magnified a hundred times, and at the same time there was the sound of "tick" and "tick" as the hands turned.

Chi Lang suddenly understood what Sheffield meant.

He also wanted to stop time, if only time could stop at such a beautiful moment.

Sheffield was still kissing him after the long kiss.

Chi Lang finally took advantage of a gap to say a word: "Wait a second."

Sheffield stopped kissing, moved closer to his ear, and bit his earlobe: "Let me kiss for a while."

"Kiss! Take a break and kiss again."

Chi Lang looked at Sheffield's pale blond hair, which was still reflected by the sun, and even the tip of the hair seemed to have broken light.

The picture at this moment is very beautiful, but he thinks of the Howard family he saw in the church.

He understood where his familiarity came from.

"Sheffield, I met someone in church today with the same hair color as yours, ah, what a beautiful color."

He reached out to touch Sheffield's hair.

Sheffield took a few steps back and smiled softly: "To be fair, you can touch your hair before you let me kiss it."

Brother, how can you be so naive.

This hair color is not a good memory for him. How can the people of the abyss have the color of the sun, and, and the Howard family...

Seeing Chi Lang's tangled look, Sheffield still kissed him directly.

In this kiss, he finally confirmed one thing repeatedly.

-this is mine,

mine.

It is a pity that the magician who is proficient in time magic cannot stop time, otherwise he will surely trap his rose in the still torrent of time.

He suddenly felt a little despicable, and asked with a fake smile, "Then do you think I am good-looking or he is good-looking?"

Chi Lang was very puzzled: "Who is he? Is he from Howard's family?"

Then Chi Lang said, "I can't even remember what he looks like. I only noticed him because he has the same hair color as yours."

It was such a satisfying answer, how could he have come up with such an answer.

Sheffield looked into Chi Lang's eyes and felt that the vague possessiveness in his marrow began to flare up again.

He really wanted to kiss Chi Lang's eyes.

- That's not right, I want to kiss everywhere.