Laughing in another world

Brandy stared at the black-haired boy in his arms, and it was as exquisite and beautiful as he imagined.With a head of black hair and those pure black pupils, the necromancer, who was already fascinated by black, couldn't help himself.

However, the necromancer's brows began to frown, and when the sheet wrapped around Dongfang Sheng fell in the air, most of it had been scattered, revealing his upper body covered in bruises and blood stains on the sheet.

It seems that someone is not so kind to his little doll...

The black energy on Brandy's body instantly condensed and then dissipated.

It was the first time Dongfang Sheng saw someone with black hair like him in this world, so it was inevitable that he took a second look with interest.Originally, this person's short hair made him look a little awkward, but after looking at His Royal Highness with the same golden curly short hair for a long time, he didn't think the short hair was an eyesore.The man's pupils were dark brown, like the kind of drink Julian liked to drink called coffee, which seemed to have a bitter taste.His skin was very white, but it was the kind of paleness without blood, presumably because he had not seen the sun for a long time.The color of his lips was dark red, and his ashen-like face was paired with a dull lip color. Even when the bright sun was shining on his face, there was a sense of decadent beauty.

Dongfang Sheng has always looked at people who fit his aesthetics. It's just that he was tossed hard last night, and now he's doing something like this again. His spirit is really sluggish. The eyes are rejuvenated.

Brandy saw Dongfang Sheng's dispirited appearance after being ravaged, and his heart became more and more angry, but he concealed it very well, raised his head to meet His Royal Highness who came over, and there was only a little disapproval on his handsome face. look.

Julian's handsome face flushed, and he coughed lightly and said, "Thank you for your help." He followed up with a series of natural compliments, without deliberate flattery at all, which made people feel like a spring breeze.Julian has already used this set of social etiquette very skillfully, but today he said it with sincerity, which is different from the superficial perfunctory in the past.As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, motioning for Brandy to return Dongfang Sheng to him.

The necromancer was very reluctant, but he also knew that at this time he would not be able to take away his little doll without any trouble, so he had to give Dongfang Sheng to Julian with regret.

His Royal Highness personally embraced Dongfang Sheng, and the sense of happiness that was lost and regained made him tremble almost all over.But he quickly restrained himself. At this time, the great magisters who came from all over the place also came one by one. Julian quickly wrapped up Dongfang Sheng tightly, told the guard Jin to deal with the scene, and sent someone to Please ask Priest Miller of the temple, and he himself walks back to his palace with Dongfang Sheng in his arms.

Fortunately, there was such a big commotion, and the temple and the palace were very close. Miller came in person, and the person sent by Julian to invite him met him halfway.

"Is he injured?" Miller saw Dongfang Sheng who was hugged tightly by Julian, and his face became serious. "Being scratched by a dragon or injured by dragon language magic cannot be treated with ordinary healing. I'll go find the High Priest."

Julian called Miller and asked him to follow up in a guest room. After putting Dongfang Sheng gently on the bed, he said with an embarrassed expression, "It wasn't the dragon that scratched him. You can heal his wounds."

Miller raised his eyebrows, noticing something strange, then rolled his eyes, smiled and said, "I'll see his injury before he can heal it."

"Isn't it possible to treat through the sheets?" Julian walked around impatiently. He really didn't want others to see Dongfang Sheng's injuries again.

Miller smiled more sincerely: "Julian, it's not that you don't know that the primary healing technique requires the operator to see the wound in order to perform it accurately. Sometimes the wound is difficult to judge, and even needs to be touched by hand." Only by touching can you know how deep the wound is."

"You still need to touch it with your hands?" His Royal Highness's expression changed immediately.

The young priest looked calm, nodded and said: "I healed his wounds during the autumn hunt last time. Have you forgotten that I also touched it with my hands? I am not good at learning art, and I only know basic healing skills, and I am not good at intermediate healing skills." I need to touch it with my hands. If His Royal Highness minds, I can help you find other priests." Although Miller said so, in fact, he already knew how to use the intermediate healing technique.It's just that it's rare for him to find out what his cousin cares about, so he deliberately teases him.Besides, there should be nothing to look at, right?

Julian was conflicted, he naturally didn't want others to see his victory, but he didn't want Dongfang Sheng to endure another moment of pain because of his atrocities.Julian looked at Dongfang Sheng who was motionless on the bed with his eyes closed and his brows closed, tangled up and down, and finally lowered his head, and asked softly in his ear: "Sheng, let Miller heal your wounds, okay? You have also tried the healing technique, and the pain will soon be gone. If... If you don't want others to see it, I will go find someone else."

Dongfang Sheng was originally annoyed about his physical discomfort, so he didn't pay much attention to what the two people were muttering beside him. When he heard this, he immediately opened his eyes, lifted the sheet on his body generously, and said lightly, "Quickly fix it."

Even with the mental preparation, the young priest was taken aback by the devastated body in front of him. After staring for a moment, he looked at Julian beside him with complicated eyes. "Julian, who did this?"

Julian clenched his fists, knowing that Miller didn't believe he did it, and thought that someone else was violent to Dongfang Sheng.Julian took a deep breath and honestly told what happened last night.

"It's the lover's grass of the orcs." The priest was familiar with all kinds of herbs. As soon as Miller finished speaking in Julian, he guessed what drug made the prince who loved the black-haired boy so much out of control.From another perspective, in fact, it was Julian's cherishment of Dongfang Sheng that caused such consequences. The more restrained he was, the worse the consequences would be.

"Give him treatment first." Julian's face turned cold. He must avenge this revenge, but now is not the time to talk about it.

Miller originally just wanted to tease his cousin, and he could heal Dongfang Sheng without touching him.But when he saw the mottled young man on the bed who looked like a pitiful sacrifice lying on the altar, he stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and first pressed it on Dongfang Sheng's own badly bitten lips.

"Goddess, grant me the ability to save you from pain..."

Accompanied by that soft and clear voice, Dongfang Sheng felt a coolness between his lips, and the original hot tingling disappeared instantly, which made him very satisfied, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

After withdrawing his hand, seeing the smile on Dongfang Sheng's lips, the young priest seemed to be possessed by a demon. His fingers with white light gradually moved down. Every time he touched a place, the bruises and fingerprints disappeared one by one. , regained its whiteness and cleanliness.

Dongfang Sheng felt that the exhaustion and pain in his body were taken away by that hand, so he began to subconsciously straighten his body, actively catering to the hand that was moving around his body.

Miller felt a little thirsty in his throat. As a priest, he completely escaped the eccentric aristocratic life. Although priests can also marry, they are required to be absolutely clean. He even solved his own desires very often. Less, but it doesn't mean he has no desire.

But Julian's eyes were burning beside him, even if he really wanted to do something, it was absolutely impossible, Miller smiled wryly in his heart, he was simply playing with fire.

While his thoughts were spinning, his hand had already reached Dongfang Sheng's waist...