Laughing in another world

Morris was already upset when he saw the two getting along well, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt that his cousin's hand on Dongfang Sheng's chest was extremely obtrusive.But he also endured it, because he could also see that Dongfang Sheng's injury was not healed.

But what were they doing in front of him?Where is his cousin's hand touching? !

The dark elf youth immediately jumped up, the mithril chain on his wrist jingled, grabbed Miller's wrist, squinted his eyes and snorted coldly: "What are you doing?"

Miller's hand rested on Dongfang Sheng's lower abdomen. Although he was extremely shocked, he still smiled calmly and said, "Check your body."

"How can you touch that kind of place when you check your body!" Morris said righteously, firmly believing that his cousin was playing hooligans.

Dongfang Sheng pushed Morris' hand away, glanced at him lightly and said, "Am I your prisoner? Do you need your permission to do anything?"

Morris trembled from the cold gaze, and let go of his hand involuntarily.The appearance of the black-haired boy in front of him was too weak. When he was lying there sickly, it was really hard to imagine that it was such a slender boy who killed eight people in a short period of time. Level peak Warcraft Griffin King.

Dongfang Sheng was very satisfied with the dark elf's understanding. In the concept of the leader, although the dark elf did not really become his servant, because of the bet, no matter how you look at it, he won.So he put the other party under his own label, and tolerated everything the dark elves have done to him so far, including taking him to the underground world without his permission, and handcuffing him with mithril Handcuffs, drag him to fight World of Warcraft or something.But there is a limit to blind tolerance, he will not condone a disobedient servant.

In Miller's eyes, Dongfang Sheng just glanced at Morris, and immediately made his noisy cousin shut up obediently. This miraculous scene simply made Miller unbelievable.

Everyone knows how arrogant and arrogant the seventh son of the Wilkarim family is, no one will pay attention to him, even the elders are too lazy to provoke him.It was the first time he saw who his cousin really listened to.

Seeing that the dark elf let go, Dongfang Sheng took Miller's hand and leaned under him again, and then watched the blond priest blushing quietly with interest.

"This... this..." Feeling the soft thing under his palm, Miller blushed and his heart beat, and it was okay to continue pressing, but he wanted to withdraw his hand but was pressed tightly.He saw the playfulness in the black-haired boy's eyes, and seriously felt that he was being molested.

Dongfang Sheng raised the corners of his lips, but there was a little sadness in his smile, and he said lightly: "I also suffered serious injuries here, but I also recovered."

Both Miller and Morris next to him were startled. How could such an important place have been injured?Who is so cruel?At this moment, Miller remembered that his cousin Julian bought Dongfang Sheng from the Whispering Pavilion. Could it be that the training in a place like the Whispering Pavilion is so outrageous?

Morris didn't think much about it, he knew that Dongfang Sheng's martial arts were superb, and he probably got injured accidentally during the fight.That place, as long as he thought about it, he felt painful, so instead of the attitude of resisting just now, he urged Miller, "Quick! Check it out!"

Seeing that Dongfang Sheng spoke seriously, Miller also restrained his mind, felt it carefully, and found that the place under the palm was indeed the same as the chest, with pure light magic remaining.Because it is a sensitive part, Miller did not dare to move it. After confirming it, he withdrew his hand in embarrassment, nodded to Dongfang Sheng and said, "It does have the same light magic power, this magic power..." Miller hesitated slightly, so pure There is only one person who can use the magical power of light in the Temple of Light, and that is the Pope of the Temple of Light.But their Pope has been in seclusion for many years, and Miller felt that this matter was very strange.But even if he had such suspicions, he had no right to investigate.But his mother is the former saint of the Temple of Light, so he can ask her about it.

Miller, who had made up his mind, couldn't delay for a moment. He handed Dongfang Sheng the holy ginkgo fruit in his hand, told him to just eat it, and then left in a hurry.

Dongfang Sheng saw that the holy ginkgo fruit that Miller stuffed in his hand was crystal clear, like a milky white grape.He just hesitated for a moment, then put the thumb-knuckle-sized fruit into his mouth.The holy ginkgo fruit is extremely precious, and it is said to be able to resurrect human flesh and bones when combined with light magic.The holy ginkgo fruit is extremely rare, and it only grows on the northern ice sheets. The big ginkgo fruit like the one given to him by Miller may be more than 100 years old.Dongfang Sheng had just seen with his own eyes that just one drop of fruit juice on his chest could relieve his pain in the meridians.It is not easy to preserve the holy ginkgo fruit, it must be kept in the freezer all the year round, just like this one still exudes cold air, but after eating it, there is a burning heat that forces it up, and the vitality in the body immediately recovers half, and the meridians also disappear. Pain relief.

Morris, who was guarding him nervously, was relieved to see that Dongfang Sheng's pale face suddenly turned rosy, but his heart rose again.

Guarding such a powerful man, even if they are handcuffed together, the pressure is still great!

Morris' eyes fell on the place that Miller had just checked, and he couldn't help but start to think about it because of his rich associations.

That kind of place was injured... Maybe it was because of the injury that he couldn't function normally, so he willingly fell under the dragon.Otherwise, Morris would never have imagined that a tough young man who had eliminated the Griffon King in a few moves could actually be crushed under him and violated at will.

But that scene... the dark elf youth lost his mind, glanced at the black-haired boy leaning on the soft couch with his eyes closed, his heart beating violently.

Dongfang Sheng, who had closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, felt that a sensitive place was being rubbed wantonly, even if he wanted to ignore that kind of force.He opened his eyes in displeasure, looked at the dark elf who was making progress, and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

The dark elf licked his dry lips and said with a smile, "I'll help you check your body too."

Dongfang Sheng raised his eyebrows, where did this come from?

"Maybe the light magic has been restored, but maybe the function has not been restored!" The dark elf youth replied confidently, feeling that he was a very caring person. "My cousin touched you for so long just now, but you didn't respond. I really doubt that this place has not fully recovered."

The corners of Dongfang Sheng's eyes twitched, was he really a young boy who was easily provoked?Not long ago, he was rolled on the bed by those two dragons for several days, and he fought several fierce battles one after another, and his internal injuries have not healed. How could he be aroused at this time?

But the dark elf's technique is indeed quite skillful. Just as Dongfang Sheng wanted to raise his hand to stop him from continuing to be presumptuous, he felt that the hand under him had touched a deadly place. arm.

Morris felt satisfied that the things in his palm gradually stood up, and seeing the blushing face of the black-haired boy, he felt more and more that he was really lucky.He put one hand on Dongfang Sheng's side, bowed his head, bit the other's round earlobe, and said with a low smile, "How is it? Are you happy? Do you want to admit defeat?" Even at this time, the dark elf youth would not Will miss any chance.

Dongfang Sheng smiled when he heard the words, wanting him to admit defeat?He is far from qualified.

The dark elf young man was quietly waiting for the black-haired boy's surrender, but he was hooked by the other party and fell backwards on the big soft bed beside him.

The mithril chain on his wrist jingled, and before he could react, he realized that he had been firmly pressed under him.