After the holy sword is broken

He is so perfect and so dazzling that when I first saw him, I was attracted to him irresistibly.

He was surrounded by the crowd, and all the light fell on him.Give him flowers, give him praise, and give him extremely passionate love.

The devil's son hides in a dark corner, with silver-gray eyes, silently watching the center of the ball, and licking his fangs with his bright red tongue.

When Borgins returned to the mansion, the noisy sound of the palace banquet was still in his ears, day and night, which made the young viscount bored.

Pushing open the bedroom door, an uninvited guest sat on his bed.

The man had strange short silver-gray hair. When Wen Sheng looked at him, those deep silver pupils shone with intoxicating light, just watching him quietly, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled into an evil curve.

The window of the room was open, the gauze curtain was stirred by the breeze, and the melancholy silver blue brought by the twin moons shone on his body——

All of a sudden, the viscount's attention was captured.

Burgess closed the door and watched the silver-haired guest come towards him in the night.

"Excuse me, can I kiss you?" The smile on the guest's face deepened, and he asked him politely.

When speaking, two fangs were slightly exposed, and those silver pupils were extraordinarily bright in the dark.

Burgess looked at him quietly, without responding.

"If you don't answer, I will take it as agreement."

The guest leaned over and touched his lips with a gentle movement like flower petals falling.

After the kiss, the guest didn't stay long, smiled at him, waved his cloak, and disappeared in front of Burgess.

Burgess looked at the direction where he disappeared, and put his hands on his chest, the heart in his chest was beating violently.

The next day, he appeared again.

Burgess felt neither fear nor disgust, but an imperceptible joy and a little curiosity arose in his heart.

"May I kiss you, please?"

Exactly the same question, this time, Burgess was prepared, he took advantage of the opportunity of the other party approaching, and carefully studied that handsome face.

The silver-haired guest did not assert himself like yesterday, but waited patiently for his response.

After seeing enough, Burgess slowly agreed: "Yes."

The gentle kiss like falling flowers lasted longer than yesterday.

This mysterious unexpected guest comes every night and asks him for a kiss.

"Are you practicing a tryst with me and a noble lady?"

Burgess leaned on the window and smiled at the people outside the window.

This is on the third floor. The silver-haired gentleman leaned on the window sill and climbed in front of the window with a charming smile: "So, this beautiful lady, can I still kiss you tonight?"

So day after day, Burgess would secretly look forward to the secret tryst every night. He concealed it from everyone, including his loyal knight.

Today, the silver-haired guest came a little late.

Burgess was lying on the bed, a little sleepy, calculating the time in his heart, thinking that he probably wouldn't come.Disappointed in his heart, he suddenly saw a familiar face appearing in front of him.

The guest cast a small shadow against the light, covering Burgess. The two did not stick together, but kept a distance that never touched, and could vaguely feel the warmth belonging to each other.

Now, the guest no longer asked that question, he and Burgess looked at each other for a while, and slowly put their lips together.

A gentle and long kiss, pressed as if soaked in warm water, Burgess slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the guest was gone.

It was still dark, the lights hadn't been turned off, the windows were open, and the room was empty, as if waking up from a midnight dream.

"Your Excellency Burgess, there are traces of evil on your body."

Burgess looked at the pastor in front of him, this is a priest sent by a certain religious order to Wangcheng.

They have been fighting against evil existence all year round, and they have a keen sense of smell.

"The devil is good at deceiving people, I hope you can stick to your faith and don't be deceived by them."

Come night again.

The silver-haired guest appeared in his room as usual.

"You have a sacred aura on your body."

he said as he approached.

A soft golden light shines from Borgins' chest, resisting the approach of the Devil's Son.

"Yes, even so, do you still want to kiss me?" Burgess asked him with a smile.

The devil's son approached slowly, his silver-gray pupils were scarlet, his smile was still gentle and charming, with a little bit of evil.

"Yes, my beautiful..."

"Sir." Burgess cut off the conversation, tore off the amulet hanging around his neck, and wanted to throw it away.

The Devil's Son grabbed his hand, and the Light leaked from Burgess' fingers, burning him.His eyes were scarlet, but his lips were tenderly pressed against the other party.

"Because I love you dearly."

If only it was what he said, Burgess thought.

Now, the young viscount is completely convinced that the silver-haired uninvited guest is an out-and-out devil.

Only demons are willing to play with people's hearts like this.

Otherwise, how could he disappear out of thin air for so long after confessing?

In fact, it wasn't very long, I hadn't seen him for seven or eight days, but Burgess, who was used to seeing him every night, felt as if he had been abandoned.

Like a domesticated house sparrow, suddenly forgotten.

really interesting.

Burgess snorted, he was not tamed.

He's at a party right now.The melodious music, coupled with the elegant voices of nobles talking, everything is normal and decent.

He heard someone say that Duke Iris suddenly fell ill and was in critical condition.For this reason, the princess also fell down because of excessive grief.Now the entire Duke's mansion is supported by the eldest son alone, it is really too hard.

The surrounding ladies and young ladies all covered their mouths and sighed sincerely, oh, what a pity, gods bless them, may they get well again.

Burgess raised his eyebrows indifferently, and someone behind him called him.

"Mr. Burgess."

When he turned around, it was a young nobleman who looked familiar. He had met him a few times, but he had no close acquaintance.

"Why are you standing here alone?" The young nobleman had a decent smile on his face, "I feel that you are in a bad mood, did something happen?"

"No, I just... feel sorry for Duke Iris."

Burgess lifted his chin proudly.

How could he feel sad for a stranger who didn't even know his name because of his sudden disappearance?

"Pray for him, unfortunate Lord Duke." The nobleman held two glasses of wine and handed one of them, as if preparing to clink glasses with him.

Burgess reached for it, but found he couldn't lift the glass.

What do you mean?

He looked up in displeasure, and the nobleman looked back at him with an ambiguous smile.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and there were exclamations from all around. The master asked the servants to check the lights quickly.Burgess felt his body lighten, and was hugged from behind.

A familiar atmosphere surrounded him, and he relaxed without struggling.

He was taken to a strange room, the thick red carpet covered the entire floor, and it was very soft to step on.

On the contrary, the feeling behind him was cold and hard, and he was pushed against the wall.

A gentle kiss fell on the forehead, the familiar touch came from the person who hadn't seen him for a long time.

Still know come back?

The slightly cool lips slid across the bridge of the nose and met his, their lips and tongues intertwined, they were already very familiar with each other.

This exchange was more in-depth than usual.

A kiss on weekdays is like a conversation between gentlemen, gentle and decent, to the point.

It has never been like this, implying lust|desire and exclusive meaning.

Burgess knew that this guy was good at playing tricks on people's hearts, but he had never experienced his provocative|body teasing skills, just like his level of heart attack, which can only be described as a devil.

When they parted, Burgess was panting, his handsome face was blushing, and his eyes were misty, looking a little confused.

His legs were so weak that he couldn't stand, so he could only wrap his arms around the neck of the person in front of him.You can feel the other person's breath, spit in your ear.

Each stroke brought a deeper throbbing.

"Only I can treat you like this." The man's hoarse voice slowly rang in his ears.

"do you understand?"

Burgess' Adam's apple twitched, and he turned his head to avoid the hot breath.

He snorted: "Are we familiar? I don't even know your name yet."

The man smiled: "Alger, my name is Alger."

Doesn't sound like a demon at all.

"Who took it for you? Glory, guard?"

"Myself." He chased after him, kissed Burgess's ear, and felt the person in his arms tremble.

"... Burgess." The Viscount firmly suppressed his voice, preventing it from trembling like his own body.

"My name is Burgess."

The deep voice, accompanied by a little bit of hot air exhaled during the speech, has been transmitted from the ear canal to the bottom of the heart.

"Would you like to be my bride, Mr. Burgess...?"

Burgess leaned on his shoulder and imitated his actions: "Why didn't you become my Viscountess?"

A light laughter that can bewitch people's hearts resounded from close at hand.

"Sounds good too."

The author has something to say: This time it is really over. _(:3」∠)_

~(≧▽≦)/~Finally I can follow up (cross out) and prepare for the next one T_T.

Not surprisingly, the next article should be "The Circus of Fools" (temporary name) in the column, which is also based on Western fantasy, but this time the era will be pushed forward to the ancient continent.

If you are interested, you can click on the column to collect it~(*/ω＼*)

(The cover of the new article is a bit ugly, but believe me, this is just a momentary rant, and it will be changed when the article is officially opened...)