The First Law God Black History Handbook

As if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, Legston's blood was cold from the soles of his feet to his heart, so cold that his heart stopped beating in an instant.

"Your Excellency..." He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but after yelling, he couldn't speak anymore.

Thurander flipped through the next note; during this period, he gave Legston a clear look, and his emotions were completely suppressed in that look, "Put away your sadness. You should be glad that you are still alive. "

Legston took back the Alexis that Thrander hadn't taken, and held it tightly in his palm, his eyes drooping and his lips pursed.

"Think I'm wrong?" Thrander didn't take his eyes off the magic words on the note, "If you think I'm not qualified to educate you, you can leave at any time."

"No!" Legston raised his head and looked at Thrander in shock, "Your Excellency, just because of this small mistake, you want me to leave you? Don't you think this is too harsh? ?”

Legston was in a turmoil.He sensed that Thrander's meaning of expulsion was different from yesterday's, so his words were urgent and sharp, completely losing the usual respect.

Thrander raised his eyebrows, and finally turned his gaze back to Legston.

He saw the young man's handsome face slightly flushed with anxiety, and his brows were tightly furrowed, a vivid look Thrander hadn't seen for a long time.

Thurander has been away from this society for too long.

It's been so long that he can't remember what he looked like when he was young, is he as clear and irritable as the child in front of him, so clear and irritable that he can see through it at a glance?

Thrander's eyes softened. He seemed to have returned to his youth. Like all young lives, he had the reverence for the light and the worship of the gods, and he fought against all dark, evil, and unfair existences. struggle.

It was a ridiculously stupid and crazy time.

Seeing that Thrander stopped talking, Legston frowned and expressed his thoughts first, "Maybe something happened to you and you want me to avoid a certain danger. But..." Legston I pressed my heart with my empty hand, "But your words made my chest feel like it was being torn apart. I have to admit, Your Excellency Fashen, your influence on me has exceeded my expectations. I'm afraid I have already Can't leave you anymore."

He babbled to confess that Karl wanted to stop him, but Thrander said no.

Legston continued: "I don't know what's wrong with me either. When I know you didn't eat breakfast, the only thing I can think of is to find something that you like so that you don't have to worry about anything. And can't eat."

Thurander tilted his head, his eyes were on the floor of the carriage, and his ears were in the direction of Legston, listening carefully to every word of his confession.

"Do you find it troublesome? In your eyes, I am like a naughty child. Although I try my best to fulfill your request-to show my calmness and wisdom like a prince, but you know? That's not who I am. I want you to see the real me and accept me and love me."

After Legston finished speaking, the carriage fell silent, and they were all silent.

No one knew what Thrander was thinking.His appearance was quiet and beautiful, and his posture didn't change much. It seemed that Legston hadn't finished speaking at this moment, nor had he finished listening.

So Legston finally discovered the problem belatedly.

That was just now, and he seemed to be too frank.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency." Legston was very disturbed. He even felt that this was the moment when he was most at a loss in his life. "I'm sorry if those words just made you abrupt. In fact, you don't have to pay attention to my words." Mood, as long as you don't drive me away, I can accept any other requests you make." Legston was a little incoherent.

Hearing this, Thrander's thick eyelashes trembled and slowly lifted.

"I don't think you understand what we're about to face, Legston."

It was the first time Thrander called out Legston's name.His tone was flat and gentle, without a trace of extra emotion.But Legston suddenly felt the numbness and scalding like an electric shock.

"You want to know what affects my appetite, you want to know what you look like or your status in my heart, and you want to know if I have responded to your day." Thrander concluded, confusing the young man with refined language. The mood and language are re-summarized, "You are only curious about what we will encounter in the next journey."

Thrander looked at Legston, the expression on his face quickly became cold and resolute, and a powerful aura surged like the wind, overwhelming the young man.

"Where does your confidence come from? Where does your courage come from? Legston Arthur Aruman!" He called out his name, warning and coercion in his slow tone.

"Your Excellency!" Legston wanted to refute, but before he could even utter his fierce words, he met Thrander's strong and dangerous eyes.

He stopped for a moment.

At the moment he paused, countless sharp wooden thorns weaved and assembled around his body, and then tightly trapped him in the middle.

"You think you are strong enough, you think you are brave enough, but what you think is the most ridiculous!"

Accompanied by the sound of wooden thorns tangled and clinging to each other, Legston was thrown into the magic tent opened by Karl.

Thrander followed closely.

The ruthless wind blade left wounds on Legston's body, and the cage made of wooden spikes strangled him and made it difficult for him to breathe and move.

"Stand up and resist!" Thrander stood in front of him and shouted sharply.

Legston watched him through the splinters.

Thurander thought the young man was frightened by his coldness, or couldn't believe his sternness and ruthlessness.But only Legston knew how desperately he suppressed his frantically beating heart!

God knows how much he likes His Excellency Fashen!

He is so powerful and charming, even the coldness and gloom between his brows makes his heart beat!

He has even become obsessed with the way Master Fashen is angry because of him - this at least shows that the other party cares about him and cares about him!

He wants to praise the God of Light!

No, he wants to praise the number one Dharma God!

In his eyes, even a hundred or ten thousand light gods are not worth a single finger of the number one Dharma god!

He was so infatuated with him, from the first moment he saw him!

Forgive him for not knowing until now that one person's love for another can come so quickly and strongly that he is immersed in the wonderful vortex of love every moment!

He cares about each other's every little move, detail, and habit, and loves every inch of his body; even a single strand of his hair, he wants to hold it tightly in his arms, treating it like a treasure!

He remembered every look in the eyes of Master Fashen when he looked at him, every step he deliberately took when talking to him, and the vague thoughts and pauses when he and Karl talked about him.

but……

Your Excellency Fashen looked at him a little too fiercely?Legston looked at the number one Dharma God standing in front of him, thinking vaguely.

"Leggston! This is your combat awareness as a saint!" Thrander's expression became even more gloomy.

If Thurander hadn't noticed Legston's distraction immediately under the cover of the cage, then after half a day of silence, he had completely lost his love for this guy who was dazzled by love. Got patience.

So a pile of hailstones buried Legston in this way.

Thrander turned around and strode away, leaving the "passive cooling" Legston where he was.

When Legston appeared in front of Thrander again, he looked very embarrassed.

His hair was wet, his clothes were tattered, and there were even some sawdust and blood stains on his face.

Thrander sat behind the desk and flipped through the books without looking at him.He leaned forward and sat pitifully beside Thrander's lap.

"Your Majesty Fashen, look, I have already stepped out of your magic domain, does this mean that I am not so useless?"

Thrander didn't bother to tell him that it was because he released the water.

Legston moved closer to Thrander, and even rubbed his bloodstained face against Thrander's leg, "Your Excellency, Fashen, I may need to ask you for some wound medicine."

Thrander put down the book and looked down at Legston.His eyes were not as dark as before, but they were not kind either.

"If you can't restrain your reckless and impulsive character, no amount of wound medicine can guarantee your safety."

"Are you worried about me?" Legston blurted out.

Although he could see Thrander's concern for him, he always wanted Thrander to say it himself.

He felt that Thrander's voice was the most perfect and gorgeous voice in the world, coupled with his elegant and slow tone, when he said the love words he wanted to hear, it must be the most beautiful scene in the world.

Legston was stuck in his own beautiful imagination and couldn't extricate himself, as if he had already got Thrander's love.And Thrander looked at Legston who was like a fool, and he no longer had the desire to speak.

Perhaps, he really should try another teammate.

The author has something to say: Squat: Stretch jiojio test on the verge of wife's rage——

Lazy: Chopped up this big pig's trotter!

Squatting: I'm useless_(:з」∠)_

Author: In fact, squatting is very smart, this is just a foreshadowing~