What happened to Isaac?

"What on earth did you do," Xavier asked, "so you don't worry about being sold to South America?"

"Where is South America? Is it far away?" the demon asked.

So this is an idiot who doesn't know anything, Xavier thought.He walked slowly down the street leading the demon, as if there was a servant behind him carrying a bamboo basket with food, and he was about to go for a picnic.

The demon tugged at the chain lightly, which meant that he was about to talk to Xavier: "You know what, birdman. Usually white slaves are only sold for 5 pounds or even less, you have been cheated."

The stingy angel paused when he heard this, "You don't think you're worth the extra pound and shilling?"

"If you use my words like I think," said the demon sincerely, "it's not worth it."

Xavier was speechless.After a while, he said, "Didn't you realize that I love money?"

"I found out, you are narrow-minded."

"So you have to know that since you have spent money, you won't let you go casually, devil."

"Oh, I can be anywhere. Anyway, if you want to drive me away, I don't care, I can sleep under any bridge."

"...sounds like you're pitiful."

The devil didn't speak, but made a fake cry in a strange tone at the right time.

Xavier sneered and ignored him.

He walked along the path and saw an orange cat lying under the mold in the corner of the wall, meowing coquettishly at him, but when Xavier wanted to squat down to touch it, he pouted his buttocks and slid away up.Cats are weird animals.This cat made him think of the devil behind him, of Taoxin's sharp tail wagging... It was too scary!

"What's your name?" The flustered Xavier only remembered to ask this question now.

Without thinking, the demon replied, "Your slave."

"Speak the truth."

"Irishman."

Xavier stopped, turned his head, and slowly turned his blue eyes, staring at him without expression.

"...Isaac," the demon rolled his eyes, and after thinking for a while, said reluctantly, "What about you?"

"Landon Xavier. But I don't like my name being called by people I don't know well."

"Okay, Xavier. I suppose you're going home. Where do you live?"

"London."

"Are you kidding me?" Isaac said uneasily, grabbing him back, "Going from Liverpool to London?"

"I didn't pay an extra pound and shilling for people to ask me crazy questions and hold me back," said Xavier, turning his head and glaring at him. "I don't want to hear from you from now on. Quiet, Then let go."

"Tch." Isaac reluctantly shut up.

Xavier, who was silent, and Isaac, who was not allowed to speak, continued to walk along the road. Finally, they stopped in front of a small shop. Isaac asked, "What are you doing? There is no one inside." Xavier opened the door and walked away. Go in, followed by Isaac.

Before entering the door, they were about to walk into a grocery store, but the moment they stepped through the door, time and space were slightly distorted, and what they finally stepped into was an ordinary small attic.

"Where is this?" Isaac asked.

Before Xavier spoke, a woman's thick voice suddenly came from downstairs: "Mr. Xavier, are you upstairs?"

"Yes, I'm here." Xavier opened the window, poked his head out to answer loudly, and after a few simple greetings, he retracted, turned his head and said to Isaac, "This is my home." Then he pointed downstairs : "That's the landlady."

Isaac was silent.He didn't know for a while whether the trough was that the angel actually needed to rent a house or that the guy who even had to rent the house would buy a slave.

Besides, the house is too dilapidated.Xavier's home is a small attic with a very low floor, and the bedroom is even triangular, as if the original good, boxy room has been cut in half along the diagonal; the windows are on the top, and the angle It doesn't seem to be the same as the ceiling.

"Actually, the sleeping bridge hole is not as bad as imagined." Isaac was silent for a moment, looking at Xavier with pity.

"What do you mean?"

"There will be no water leakage under the bridge hole, is your house leaking?"

"..."

"It looks like it will."

"I didn't expect you to understand," Xavier said, "but you'd better know that before long, the whole of this place will be named Xavier."

"It's not that I want to doubt you, man. But when you're living in a leaky sandwich, don't say such big things," Isaac said questioningly, "Besides, how do you do this? You married a very The widow of money?"

"...I think you'd better shut up."

Xavier almost rudely ordered Isaac to undress and sit down—no sitting on the bed, get down! ——then bring a wooden chair with only three legs: it won't collapse, and besides, it won't hurt if you drop your butt.

Anyway, Isaac sat down as he asked, and then took off his shirt, leaving only the torn trousers that looked like skirts.His skin is mottled, uneven sun exposure makes each piece of them different, all kinds of new wounds are piled on top of old wounds, inflammation is surging under the semi-coagulated blood scabs, urgently waiting to heal.

There was only one chair in Xavier's room. Isaac was sitting, and Xavier was half-kneeling in front of him. When he looked up, the first thing he saw was Isaac's strong body, which could be called plump, with fresh wounds on his body. With a damp fishy smell.

"Are you looking at my chest?" Isaac scratched the itchy scab on his waist with the tip of his tail, and was gently pinched by Xavier without scratching twice. Immediately afterwards, the slender tail wrapped around him hand.There was a playful smile in the demon's eyes, and the angel in front of him blushed.

Xavier untied the chain that tied Isaac, and simply used a spell to clean his wound and its surroundings. The latter thought it would hurt, but it didn't, so he showed a very surprised expression.

"You're not very good at magic," Xavier said.

"I'm a serious craftsman." Isaac stretched out his clenched right hand, shook out a handkerchief, picked it up and shook it in front of Xavier, while Xavier was shocked that he should have pinned it The shirt front pocket of the handkerchief felt empty.

Xavier's handkerchief smelled delicious, and Isaac sneezed: "But it also depends on where the magic is used. For example, as long as I work hard, you will sleep on my bed."

"Impossible," said Xavier, "I'm an angel. You don't know what that means, do you?"

"Like you don't have something that a man or a woman should have? I know."

"I find that you annoy me as soon as you speak," Xavier's face sank, "quiet me."

"Oh, I'm not allowed to talk again. If you don't have it, you don't have it. I don't think it's okay," Isaac shut his mouth for a moment under Xavier's stare, and watched Xavier curiously unscrew the medicine bottle and pour the topical medicine into the medicine On the gauze, I couldn't help but say again, "You are so kind, but why can't you use magic?"

"It's not good to use too much magic, just like antibiotics. If you don't hurt like a sieve, you'd better wash it with water normally."

"antibiotic?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I slipped the tongue, just pretend you haven't heard of it. It's something that wasn't used until about... two centuries later. You can understand it as a drug that works very well, but misuse it. It will fail. I am going to disinfect your wound now, it may be a little irritating, bear with it."

In the past, Isaac never treated the wound. He just let it inflame and suppurate, causing a high fever. After the fever subsided, it was almost fine, and if it didn’t work, he had another fever.It doesn't matter, anyway, I haven't heard of demons dying of fever, and there are a few succubus who died of coquettish death. The death is very strange, but it has nothing to do with this article.

Frankly speaking, Isaac felt that the disinfection of the wound was more than a little irritating, and even made him want to kick Xavier, but considering various reasons, he finally did not step down, but said pitifully: "Be gentle, please. "

"Does it hurt?" Xavier felt at a loss, because Isaac's expression looked a bit miserable, as if the spoiled youngest had finally been slapped one day, his eyes were round, and pain was written all over his face And incredible.He had no choice but to agree, "Okay, then it shouldn't hurt anymore." Then he moved very lightly.

He was pretty sure the anti-inflammatory sting had nothing to do with his manipulation, but Isaac just looked better.Later, boring scientists proved through research that placebos like this do have a certain effect.

Every wound on Isaac had been wiped by Xavier, and the tingling and bouncing, mixed with the burning sensation of alcohol, was everywhere.In fact, Isaac didn't mind the pain very much. On the contrary, such careful pain was like a caress, which made him warm up without germs.

"...Hello, Isaac." Xavier stopped suddenly.

Isaac: "?"

"I know you're probably not hurting much," Xavier said, watching his eyes, nose, nose, and heart, "but don't you think you're a little bit over the top?"

"Physiological reaction," Isaac smiled, not at all ashamed of his reaction, "I'm a succubus, you know."

Xavier: "..."

Isaac: "Just pretend you didn't see it."

Xavier: "..."

Isaac: "Hey, I'm sorry."

"Shut up," Xavier rushed out of the door, "give me a moment to calm down here."

"You've banned me too many times!" Isaac yelled at the door that slammed shut in front of him.

**

Thankfully, there were no more embarrassing surprises in the treatment after the calm down.Xavier found a loose set of clothes from the closet for Isaac, who was only a little tight, pulled his tail out of his trouser legs, and immediately felt better.

Isaac noticed that Xavier was tall, at least 6 feet, it seemed.Since he's about 6 feet tall himself, and Xavier's clothes he can wear, it's really indescribable.

"By the way," Isaac asked, "if you don't give me a stamp, aren't you afraid that I will run away?"

"It's okay, I trust you." Xavier lied without blushing.In fact, he felt that this slave was a bit hot, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

The demon was stunned, lowered his head and sucked his nose forcefully, squeezing out a sob from his throat.

Xavier was a little dazed: "What's wrong with you?"

"No one ever said trust me, you are the first."

"...No need. The room has been reinforced by me. You can't get out without my permission. It doesn't matter if you have my mark or not."

"Hey! So that's the case." The emotion on Isaac's face disappeared in a second.

"Then what else do you want? As long as you don't cause trouble, you can eat at the same table with me and sleep on the floor in my room at night."

"Sleeping on the ground at night in this weather will kill you." Isaac said immediately.

"I won't die. And even if you are about to freeze to death, you can wake me up with your last breath, and I will rescue you," the rigorous Xavier retorted, and directly rejected all the following arguments, "Don't dream, I don't sleep with men."

Terrible, thought Isaac, that I should meet a straight man.He didn't feel cold when he was naked just now, but now he felt cold all over his body: This angel won't sleep with me, so what about my performance?

6 feet is about 1.8 meters.