Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

After the barrier disappeared, the servants trapped in the castle turned back into animals one after another and ran out to have fun.

Even Sophia flew out timidly, and when she passed by Song Yanqing, she gave him a hard look.

"Mr. Louis, the barrier is gone." Song Yanqing knocked on Louis' door and said.

The room was silent, and it took a long time before there was a slight response.

"understood."

Song Yanqing froze for a moment, he could feel that the voice was full of exhaustion, and the owner of the voice seemed to have suffered quite a bit of injury.

Song Yanqing often inspects the castle, and he can guarantee that there are no foreign magic fluctuations in the castle, let alone that no one has entered Louis' room.

Then it could only be something that Louis himself did. Song Yanqing checked the system's favorability record.During this period of time, Louis' favorability for him has been fluctuating between 95 and [-], and his evaluation is no different from usual.

He's been wrestling with the longevity theory, and it's only recently that the concerns have become more pronounced.

Song Yanqing cried out worriedly, "Louis, are you okay?"

There was silence for a while, and Song Yanqing vaguely heard Louis' weak voice.

"Excellent."

Song Yanqing didn't dare to go in hastily, there might be formations or other rituals going on inside.

He went in in a daze, but it was easy to hurt Louis.

Song Yanqing didn't speak any more, just stood quietly in front of the door and waited for the result.

Until dawn the next day, there was no movement in the room.

Song Yanqing was a little impatient, he knocked on the door tentatively, barely heard Louis hum, 'Get out of here. '

'What is he doing. 'Song Yanqing said to the system.

[The system is also unclear. ] The system replied: [But he is still alive. ]

The head maid ran over to report to him, and the vice-chairman of the Wizards' Union sent a message.

Song Yanqing had to suppress the uneasiness in her heart, after setting a protective spell in front of Louis' door.He tidied up his appearance, frowned slightly and said, "What is the relationship between the Wizards' Union and us?"

The head maid said tremblingly, "It's a hostile relationship, sir."

She paused and explained: "Because the Wizards Association once participated in hunting vampires, the master had a conflict with them, and many wizards died there at that time."

Song Yanqing summoned the magic eye nearby, and the magic eye immediately projected the situation down the mountain into the air.

The originally quiet town gathered more than 30 wizards and a few magicians.

Song Yanqing knew that most of these people had heard the news that the priest was going up the mountain, and mistakenly thought that Louis was seriously injured after the fight with the priest.

He clicked his tongue and said with interest: "Why, we also had conflicts with the Association of Magicians?"

"The master met a suitor before, and that person happened to be a member of the Magicians Association." The maid replied, "Sir, do you need to ask for help? We have a pretty good relationship with necromancers."

Song Yanqing estimated the strength of the opponent, put on the gloves slowly and said casually: "No need, you watch the castle, I will receive these guests."

As he spoke, he held down the magic eye beside him and teleported directly down the mountain.

The head maid stomped her feet nervously, just about to organize the interior of the castle for protection.

Louis' voice suddenly came from the room, "Are there many people?"

The head maid leaned against the door and listened and replied: "Counting a few magicians, there should be 40 people. I didn't see the president of the wizard association and the elders."

She waited for a while, but didn't get a response, and asked tentatively: "Butler Andrew went alone, do we need to ask for help, master."

Louis chuckled lightly, with a hint of complacency in his voice: "Don't worry, little mouse. It's not us who should ask for help."

After killing Amos, the plot completely deviated from the original track.

But Song Yanqing didn't care about this, he slowly appeared in front of the people down the mountain holding a slender cross sword.

The vice president of the Wizarding Association was an old man with a gray beard. He took a step forward and said, "Your Excellency is..."

"Andrew, the housekeeper of Earl Louis Harrington." Song Yanqing bowed slightly and said, "I have received your greeting card, but I am sorry, you are not qualified to meet the master, so I will come to receive you all."

It has to be said that Andrew's reputation is still great, and the crowd who were clamoring to get rid of the demon were shocked instantly.

To dark beings, Andrew is a legendary exorcist.To those in the light camp, Andrew is a mad dog that bites people everywhere.

The vice president looked at the crossed sword in Song Yanqing's hand, took a deep breath and said in a cold voice, "What do you mean we have no rights?"

The corner of Song Yanqing's mouth curled up into a playful smile, and he said gently: "Because you are really weak and pitiful, gentlemen."

"Arrogance!" The vice president suddenly raised his wand and launched an attack on Song Yanqing.

Andrew is warlike, and Song Yanqing is no exception.

He arched his body, a strange light shone in his eyes.

The overwhelming flames hit him, Song Yanqing licked his lips, cast a protective spell on his body, and raised his sword to meet him.

...

The town hadn't been this lively for a long time. The residents of the town gathered in the church, and no one dared to probe their heads for fear of being hit by the magic flying all over the sky.

This battle was fought for a long time, from early morning to sunset.

In the originally mighty team, only the vice president and Song Yanqing were left standing up.

"You madman!" The vice president's well-groomed beard was burnt to pieces, and the gorgeous wizard robe was soaked in water, and now it was frozen like a piece of iron.

His magic power was almost exhausted, and he looked around to find that most of the people he brought were dead.Those who survived were also missing arms and legs, and most likely would never be able to use witchcraft again in this life.

"Mad dog! A human being signed a master-servant contract with a vampire. Are you going to be his food reserve!" The vice president's magic power was severely overdrawn, and he was secretly replenishing his magic while trying to restrain Song Yanqing.

The wizards used large-scale witchcraft, and Song Yanqing was also seriously injured.He wiped the blood off his face, gasped slightly, and said, "No, sir, I think you have misunderstood. I want to be a countess more than me to reserve food."

The vice president wanted to say something, but Song Yanqing didn't give him a chance to speak again.

It wasn't until night that the head maid guarding the castle received Song Yanqing's order.She quickly opened the defense of the castle with a few servants, and a few minutes later, the gate of the castle opened suddenly.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air. A man covered in blood walked into the castle with a bag.

"Mr. Andrew?" the head maid called softly, "Are you okay?"

"It couldn't be better." Song Yanqing threw the bag in his hand to the ground, and the bulging bag was filled with magic props of wizards.

He waved and closed the door and said, "Continue to guard the castle until Mr. Louis comes out. I'm going to rest for a while, and I'll be back soon."

The head maid quickly responded, Song Yanqing coughed a few times and returned to her bedroom.

Sophia and those servants only knew the most basic spells. Before Louis came out, Song Yanqing was the only combatant in the castle.

Song Yanqing roughly treated the wound on his body, and quickly suppressed the curse that the vice president had cast on him before he died.

Excessive use of magic had drained him a great deal, and he desperately needed a good night's sleep.

Song Yanqing held the cross sword tightly, lying on the bed tiredly, and fell into a deep sleep.

During his sleep, he felt someone push open the door of his room, and the instincts he had trained in for a long time made him wake up subconsciously.

But before he opened his eyes, he heard a familiar voice.

"Keep sleeping, Song Yanqing."

After hearing Louis' voice, Song Yanqing's tense nerves instantly relaxed.

In a daze, he let go of the cross sword in his hand, gropingly grabbed the corner of Louis's clothes, and fell asleep peacefully.

Louis's hair was a little disheveled, and his skin was so pale it was almost transparent.

He silently chanted the spell to make sure that no matter what happened, Song Yanqing would not wake up.

The human body is still so fragile, Louis thought, otherwise how could Song Yanqing be injured like this by those useless wizards.

Louis took out a potion from his arms, lifted Song Yanqing and poured it into his mouth.The crimson potion stained Song Yanqing's bloodless lips, and only when Song Yanqing was asleep, Louis would show his emotions undisguised.

"I seem to have seen you somewhere." Louis said seriously, stroking Song Yanqing's cheek: "I had this feeling when I first saw you. But I searched all over the books, but I couldn't find the reason. "

He kissed Song Yanqing's lips and whispered, "What kind of magic is so amazing?"

No one answered his question, only the sound of Song Yanqing's gentle breathing in the quiet room.

After the two kissed wantonly on the sofa in the lobby that day, Louis made up his mind completely.

Although he didn't want to watch Song Yanqing grow old and die alone, he just couldn't accept Song Yanqing being with someone else.

Louis knew Song Yanqing loved him.But Louis also knows that no matter how sincere the feelings are, if they don't get a response, they will eventually fade away in time.

Even if Song Yanqing treats him as before, Louis is not willing to keep Song Yanqing hanging.

Because it was inconvenient for Song Yanqing to transform into a vampire, Louis had to find other ways.

He searched for a lot of information, and finally found a curse.

It was invented by a witch. The witch who was betrayed by her lover cast an indelible curse on her former lover, making her lover loyal to her for the rest of her life.

Louis gently brushed away the broken hair on Song Yanqing's forehead, and wiped the seal of the master-servant contract on it with his fingers until their master-servant contract was completely terminated.

"Okay, okay, let me think about it." Louis lifted Song Yanqing's eyelids and helped him up after confirming that he had fallen into a deep sleep.With the hypnosis technique he just learned, he gave Song Yanqing a simple password.

"Read it with me, Song Yanqing." Louis took off his shirt, bit off Song Yanqing's finger, and let him touch his heart.

He took a deep breath and said, "I, Song Yanqing, cast a curse on my lover Louise Harrington. The tears of the elf and the wings of the vampire were put into the flames of the dragon together. I have drunk the blood of the betrayer."

Song Yanqing slowly repeated what Louis said, and subconsciously drew a formation on his chest with her fingertips.

"As a punishment, I will take away half of Louis Harrington's life and filthy soul. As a price, I will lose half of my strength and precious wealth. In the name of Song Yanqing, I place a curse here, and the curse will never Broken forever."

As Song Yanqing's voice fell, Louis completely lost his strength.

Although it only took away half of his life and half of his soul, the pain of his soul being torn apart still made his body tremble uncontrollably.Louis fell on the bed with a muffled grunt, and hugged Song Yanqing tightly, as if it would relieve his pain.

Memories of the past flashed through his mind bit by bit, and some memories that did not belong to him flooded up like a tide.

There was a faint sound of chanting scriptures in his ears, and Louis saw two people hugging each other in a sea of ​​flames.

The man in red was holding the corpse in his arms, his eyes looked at him as if he was looking away

"In the next life, I will definitely protect you and never let you suffer again, Yanqing."

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