What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

Bansy recalled vaguely that when he got into the car, he seemed to be dizzy from exhaustion, and said to the servant, "Send me back".

The vampire's servants are not very flexible, or it can be said that they are too considerate.If he didn't say anything, they would send him to the door of the hotel where he got off a few days ago. Bansy booked a room in the hotel so that he could change his clothes and take a shower, and then leave calmly .

But he said "Send me back," and the servant sent him to the office in the Wizarding Council records.And if he was talking about taking me home, he might already be on the transnational moonlight route when he recovers.

It's really redundant to useless.

Bancy pulled the corners of his mouth to make a smile on his face, he stopped pulling the lace on his back, and turned to face Shi Li.

Unexpected guests.

It's a pity that he made a rare effort, trying to cover up a little in front of Shi Lu.

With the movement of his turning around, the draped and supple skirt made waves, and the black fabric shone with dots of light, as if he had cut a piece from the falling night of the meteor shower and wrapped it around his body.

Shi Lu felt that he had seen this dress somewhere before, but it wasn't on Banxi at that time, he could still recall the touch of this dress with his fingertips, it was smooth and cold, with fine bumps and ups and downs, not like fabric , more like the scales of some kind of animal.

"You..." Shilu found his voice with difficulty, opened his mouth and found himself unable to speak.

Under such a scene, he couldn't think of what to say. His head, dizzy after drinking, was struggling to accept the current situation, as if it was filled with paste.

It must be the paste made from sweet glutinous rice, otherwise how could he taste the sweet and slightly drunk taste of rice wine.

"Me?" Banxi tilted his head, and took two steps in the direction of Shi Li.

The heel made a crisp sound on the floor. The three-centimeter slender kitten heel spread out like running water at the slit of the skirt when she took a step, revealing a little white flesh on the ankle.

"I'm Banci." His voice was soft, and there was a hazy, lazy, half-drunk smile in his eyes in the dark.

Banci is not considered to be soft and slender, which will make people unable to distinguish the gender type. On the contrary, his eyebrows, eyes and facial features all show the profound heroic spirit of foreign blood at a glance. The description should also be tall and thin, which just fits his classical and cold temperament.

But he softened his voice and the ending sound raised slightly, every step he stepped on blurred the hard and sharp parts of his body, as if covering the hard edges and corners with layers of soft and smooth cloth, giving He put on a soft and round shell.

Presumptuous, yet dignified, so abrupt, yet so natural.

It makes people involuntarily indulge in it, and other even big things become irrelevant.

What he saw was also a part of Banzi's body, deeply rooted in his blood and bones.

Bancy raised his hand and put it lightly on Shilu's shoulder.

He leaned closer, so close that Shi Lu could clearly see that there was still makeup on his face that hadn't been removed, and the bright red on his raised lips was dazzling, Shi Lu couldn't understand why he didn't notice it just now.

The color was the same as the petals of a rose, the same as the rose that Bancy put on the window sill, the petals were full and shiny, covered with thick and strong colors.

Shiru is trapped in the arms of Rose.

He was vaguely aware of the scent of roses lingering around him, spreading from Bancy's fingertips, the side of Bancy's neck, and the hem of Bancy's skirt.

The same rose scent he had smelled on Bancy the other day.

Bansy put one hand on Shi Li's shoulder, and the other hand supported his arm, about to hug him with a detached gesture.

The back tie of the skirt is undone.

Strange bubbles began to float in Shi Li's head again, and Gu Dudu was thinking of such bad thoughts that were inappropriate for the time.

Therefore, the modified neckline can't properly restrain Banci's neck, the Adam's apple protrudes a bit, and there is a faintly visible line from the back of the neck to the back.

The time-like mushy thoughts suddenly became clear for a moment, but it seemed that his rationality ran to the sky at that moment, and he knew that he stepped forward decisively, grabbed Banxi's waist and approached him, and instantly pulled the close distance into him. There is nowhere to hide from Bancy.

He embraced the rose in his arms, he held the petals of the rose and tasted the intoxicating fragrance.

He heard a low laugh in Bancy's throat, and the tip of his tongue was entangled with him unintentionally and seemingly deliberately.

Before he passed out out of breath due to the kiss, Bancy's dazed eyes finally regained his clarity. He struggled to turn his head sideways, and leaned on Shilu's shoulder to breathe lightly.

The bright red on his lips was dizzy to the outside, and there was a touch of moisture at the end of his eyes, so he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly.

"Welcome back." Shi Li patted Bancy's back lightly, as if comforting a child who had a nightmare.

Banshee should need this...

Although Bancy acted calm and calm, it seemed as if nothing happened in the shell wrapped by the skirt, as if everything was within his plan.

Bancy can't need this kind of overly soft comfort.

So Shi Lu corrected his wording in his mind: it wasn't Banxi who needed this, it was his lover who needed this.

His lover can need this.

"No." Bancy raised his head and smiled with squinted eyes. He stretched his body like a cat being massaged comfortably, and rubbed his fingertips against the smudged red at the corners of his lips.

His eyes stared straight at Shi Li, with azure blue light in his eyes, the red on his fingertips dabbed on the side of his neck, and he pulled back his already loose and crooked neckline with his backhand.

He tore off the cloth wrapping his neck like tearing off the collar that restricted his breathing, and let out a long breath.

Shili's lovers really need a little comfort.

He hasn't completely escaped yet, and a small part of his soul is still tightly entangled by the snake-like blackness.

But it’s not Shi Li who plays like coaxing a child like this. He has been away from the age where he had nightmares and cried for someone to pat him for a long time.

Bancy kicked off his shoes and raised his legs—did he hear the ripping of the tight skirt?But it doesn't matter - he hooked his leg to Shi Li's calf.

Go fuck it.

Bancy kissed him viciously with red eyes, and Shilu was pressed against the door panel by him, staring at him like a fool and unable to receive any ambiguous signals, which made him have to suspend mourning for the rationality and restraint he had lost.

Like the skirt, it was all torn, and the cans were broken.

"Fuck me."

Bancy's voice was too hoarse, and even though he clenched his teeth, he couldn't suppress the trembling crying.

"Or get out."

……

……

Thank goodness Angelina went off to find her sister to have a good night's sleep that night, perfectly dodging the danger of hearing or seeing something awful.

And the first thing to be mourned when the sun rises is the dress.

It would probably be more appropriate to call it a rag at this point.

Delicate and beautiful things are often fragile and cannot withstand a little bit of forceful tearing when the passion is strong.

a little?

This is up for debate.

Bansy looked down at the bruises on his wrist, his sanity returned after a night of absurdity, but he was thinking about why he was still sitting awake at this time, instead of being paralyzed on the bed and unable to get up.

Oh, he remembered.

He recited the healing spell by himself, struggling and crying. It was the first time he had no experience. As soon as his body exceeded the carrying limit, he instinctively began to chant the spell to feel better. As a result, he couldn't pass out quickly and could only keep his eyes open. Be patient with your discomfort.

It's like being disassembled and reassembled from the inside to the outside, and everything is not right all over the body, and the stress reaction washed away by excessive stimulation is still left.

Shi Lizheng tidied up the rags on the ground guiltily, and picked up the pieces of the torn fabric—he remembered where he had seen this dress before, and Bancy gave it to Angelina when she first arrived. One of his mother's skirts was an emergency, and this skirt was also stuffed in that box at that time.

To put it more clearly, this is the dress left by Bansi's mother.

"No...cough cough, there's no need to clean up." Bancy licked his stinging lips, and it was no surprise that there were bite wounds on it, "Just sweep it up and throw it away later."

"I have several spares."

Bancy didn't care much about the dress his mother left behind, and his tone was very cold when he mentioned it. He tried not to bring negative emotions such as disgust, after all, there was nothing wrong with the clothes themselves.

That is just the casting medium, and the description of the casting medium must be neutral so as not to affect the effect of the spell.

Bansy also described the function of those dresses to Shi Li in impersonal language: "They made the mother come to me."

This is also his role.

No one expected his birth, including his mother, and they didn't want to give birth to a powerful wizard.

She was a good mother, but she wasn't expecting him, and that didn't conflict at all.

A male heir is often a symbol of the decline of a wizard family. The wizard's talent cannot be passed on, and the wizard cannot continue the many ancient contracts signed by the family for generations-when those contracts were signed, the wizard still belonged to a gray area that was not officially recognized.

No wizarding family would choose a wizard as heir unless they were desperate.

What's worse is that Bansy's overpowering talent destroyed the possibility of his mother having another child, and even caused her to be sick for several years and go to another world early.

"Some jobs can only be done by Bancy Rothbart." Bancy said, "The family contract must continue, and the family cannot decline in Bancy Rothbart's generation."

He was talking about his mother, Bancy Rothbart, a powerful and beautiful witch who loved her children and her family, but at the end of the day, all she could care for was her family.

Bancy twitched the corner of his mouth: "I am a medium, used to transition the intermediate buffer zone between my mother and the next patriarch."

To put it nicely, he is called the quasi-patriarch.

However, based on his analysis of the spell, Bansy concluded that the reason why he had this title was to make the spell work better.

He doesn't have his own name, his name is his mother's name, his talent, his blood, his upbringing and knowledge all come from his mother, plus the skirt left by his mother - in the public sense, it has a strong Gender-suggesting dress - the spell worked, and Bancy Rothbart was created.

"You should look at me when I was a teenager," Bancy raised his eyebrows, recalling it with a little fun, "that was a really pretty girl."

This spell was stopped when Banci officially became an adult, and as he grew from a boy to a man in the public definition, the exuberant hormones and his own undeniable personal consciousness hindered the normal operation of the spell, and he and his family tortured each other for two years After that, the direction of the family's efforts became to let him have a child as soon as possible.

However, those two years were not completely without success. In occasions where "Bansy Rothbart" must be present, Bansy was able to forcibly be compatible with spells by relying on talent and willpower, but it required a long early preparation and an equally long post-departure. If you are not careful, you will be completely lost in it, and you will not be able to find out who you are.

……

Then the family will be happy.

Their obedient good girl is back again.