The whole world wants to kill me

The assassin's eyes were empty, looking at the silent darkness, like a lifeless puppet.

In the face of such an imposing attack from the spearmen, the streamer flashed across her eyes, as if there was a gleam of splendor, and the perfectly shaped eyes instantly became vivid.

The Assassin is not suitable for confronting the enemy head-on, and her opponent is the spearman who is famous for close combat, and there is no chance of winning in a frontal fight.

Is Lu Ting so stupid?

of course not.

His biggest advantage at present is that he has two servants. How could he lose a servant in the first competition? If assassins are used well, they can understand the enemy's situation well, have an overview of the overall situation, and make surprise moves when necessary. Assassinate.

With a thought, Lu Ting contacted his follower, the strong Hou Yi from the mythical period.

The figure standing on the roof condensed into a solid body, raised the divine bow made of gold in his hand, and aimed at Zhao Yun's back.

Yan Rui heard the sound of piercing the sky, and with a "whoosh", the omnipotent magic arrow formed by the converging rays of light shot towards Zhao Yun aggressively.

A new follower appeared!

Yan Rui shouted at Zhao Yun: "Be careful behind you, stay out of the way."

Zhao Yun's sensory power has reached the point where he can even detect the wind and grass. As early as the moment Hou Yi appeared, he was highly concentrated and ready to face the challenge of a powerful opponent.

The speed of the divine arrow was astonishing, and Zhao Yun would be too late if he didn't resist. He changed the direction of the silver spear's attack, and with the help of the ground's impact, Zhao Yun soared across the air, quickly dodged sideways, and escaped Houyi's attack without any risk.

This is Lu Ting's plan. The assassin attracts the spearman's attention, and the assassin shows weakness to the spearman, so that the spearman relaxes his vigilance.

Hou Yi appeared to take advantage of his long-range attack and shot the spearman from behind. The seriously injured spearman was naturally manipulated by others, let alone his master.

If the plan is not successful, Lu Ting will not suffer any loss. Under the protection of the two servants, he can escape unscathed.

Before other servants and masters appeared, Lu Ting would not waste his own strength excessively, and was unwilling to fight Yan Rui to the death now.

Lu Ting spared his head in embarrassment, and said apologetically to Yan Rui's increasingly cold eyes: "Your servant is too fierce, and I scared all the beauties in my family. Fortunately, a roadside hero came to save the beauty. Or, today you and I both had a false alarm, we evened each other, goodbye, brother Yan Rui."

Lu Ting patted his chest, and his delicate baby face blinked innocently: "I'm leaving."

Yan Rui's face was not good-looking, but he nodded, acquiescing to Lu Ting's statement.

The Lu family actually summoned two servants.

Yan Rui is not a fool. Servants can be obtained casually, and only the seven families that inherit the sacred objects are eligible.

The Lu family robbed the sacred objects of other families, so they have two servants.

Yan Rui was shocked by this conjecture, is there a way to capture followers from other families?

Zhao Yun watched him silently at this moment.

On the battlefield, the heroic white-robed general's long hair was scattered, his drooping face was a little pale, he knelt on the ground on one knee, and said in a sentence: "Master, even though there are thousands of troops, there is only one Zilong. Zilong is not afraid. The only thing I worry about is that I can't protect my master. Zilong was careless and didn't think about his master's safety. If that arrow came towards his master, Zilong would never be able to apologize."

Zhao Yun's voice was flat and soft.

Yan Rui's heart moved inexplicably, he heard the utter loyalty of a fiery soul from Zhao Yun's words.

Zhao Yun is not afraid of personal life or death, only his safety.

Lu Ting secretly hid a follower, Yan Rui did not expect it.What's more, Zhao Yun obeyed his instructions and went to the challenge, so naturally he didn't pay attention to his safety.

Yan Rui sighed, helped up Zhao Yun, who blamed himself, and put on a very shallow smile on his usually indifferent face: "Zilong, the enemy is too cunning, don't blame yourself."

Zhao Yun's clear eyes receded and became heavy, and the gentle smile on the corner of his mouth grew stronger.

***

Night falls.

In the studio in the basement, the faint flames in the stove cast irregular figures.

The working table is covered with messy bottles and jars, test tubes flowing with liquids of various colors, and instruments with bubbles.

A face with single-frame glasses is full of energy. He has been crazily buried for several days and nights, and he doesn't feel tired in the slightest.

He stretched his arms lazily, stood up while sitting on the reclining chair, walked up the stone steps outside the door, and opened the door connected to the excuse.

A young man walked in.

He led the young man slowly on the stone steps, walked into his laboratory, and continued with the busy work at hand. The young man sat beside him and waited. The two of them maintained a tacit understanding and did not speak, disturbing the silence in the laboratory.

He handed over the test tube in his hand, with boiling green bubbles in it, the young man stretched out his hand the moment he handed it over.

"This is the medicine that can restore your health." He looked at the young man solemnly.

He has a deep and three-dimensional face, a standard Western profile, and when he speaks Chinese, he speaks every word perfectly without any effort.

The young man raised his head and drank the liquid in the test tube. The temperature inside was not hot, but the taste was a bit weird. After a while, the weak complexion on the young man's face improved a lot.

The young man got up and turned on each lamp on the stone wall one by one, and the basement was blindingly bright.

He squinted his eyes, a little unaccustomed to the sudden light.

The young man turned around and wrapped his arms around his waist. The other person was exquisite and flawless, and his fragile body seemed to shatter at the touch of a finger.

He carefully surrounded the young man, smelling a quiet breath.

A sudden movement stunned him.

The young man kissed him, a touch and a kiss, very light.

"Paracelsus." The young man called out his real name: "He kissed you like this before? But your reaction to him was not like that."

"I want you to kiss me," the young man asked him.

The young man's slender fingertips pointed to his lips.

He couldn't refuse any questions and answers from the young man, because this face was exactly the same as his dead lover.

Paracelsus sighed inwardly, bowed his head and kissed. The other party clung to him, and the kiss that was originally tasted and stopped turned into a fiery entanglement.

The pale lips were stained with an emotional crimson.

"I am your master, and I want everything about you to be mine." The young man took off his clothes in front of Paracelsus, revealing a slender and attractive body in front of Paracelsus. before.

Paracelsus picked up the coat in front of the young man and put it on the young man. His voice was deep and magnetic: "Master, please don't be self-willed."

"Do you think I will agree to your request?"

Paracelsus said nothing, just looked at the other party quietly, with unconditional tolerance in his eyes.

It was this expression, looking at a man who looked like him in a dream, it was this expression, the young man made a firm decision in his heart, not hesitate to use the very precious Command Seal on the back of his hand.

The young man smiled instead of anger, and threw away the covering on his body: "Follow the instructions of the Command Seal, Paracelsus must not violate any of my orders."

One of the three opportunities to use the command spell unconditionally was used up.

Paracelsus couldn't control his body, he touched this body helplessly, his flirting was slow and orderly, and he took care of every part of his body in an orderly manner.

From the trembling cornel to the delicate navel, the young man panted unbearably between the mysterious two strands, and couldn't wait to wrap his hands around Paracelsus' neck.

Paracelsus smiled: "Master, complete all the preparations, so as not to hurt your delicate part."

"I don't care about anything." The young man put his legs around Paracelsus' waist: "Now! I want you to possess me now regardless of anything."

Paracelsus seemed unable to understand the other party's urgency, and sighed helplessly. The binding force of the Command Seal made him involuntary, just like the young man expected, before he had time to make any lubrication, he entered the place. where.

At that moment of bliss, he seemed to enter heaven.

The young man stubbornly raised his slender neck, biting the thin lips that had lost all blood.

Such pale lips gave him the sweetest and intoxicating taste.

Paracelsus' movements were gentler, he lowered his head and gently kissed every inch of his body in his arms, but his slow movements aroused the other party's dissatisfaction.

The opponent insisted that he occupy him forcefully.

Paracelsus couldn't help being fascinated by the young man's pained and happy expression.

This identical face brought him not only deep-seated nostalgia, but also feelings that he couldn't even explain.

"You can only look at me now, and you can only belong to me." The young man said while panting, stroking Paracelsus' body.

Taking advantage of Paracelsus' confusion and fascination, the young man bit his shoulder blade fiercely, leaving a bloody tooth mark on Paracelsus' body.

"My master, I can only belong to you in this world. Now I don't see anyone else but you."

Paracelsus intensified the force, and the young man was hit hard, wanting to soar to heaven happily.

With a satisfied sigh, he called out, "My master."