father

In the infirmary, the man lay on the hospital bed with a pale face and fell asleep, his brows under his black hair were frowned, as if he was falling into some kind of nightmare.

"Can you restrain yourself a little?" Lust sat next to the man, opposite him was jealousy with his head down: "I don't want to make any unexpected announcements again."

Regarding the bloody Valentine's Day incident, Lust blocked the news immediately, and then called all the affected families to the first district for a heart-to-heart talk.Under Lust's "diplomatic amnesty", all the families obediently expressed obedience and did not cause trouble—of course, Lust felt extremely troublesome. In the past, these things would be erased without a trace as long as they were lazily "cleaned". But now I'm lazy and asleep, and all these disturbing things are piled up in front of lust.

Jealousy lowered her head and didn't answer, as if obediently admitting her mistake.

"The original identity can no longer be used, because 'Behemos' has 'died' in the first performance hall of the Royal Academy." Lust turned his head to signal jealousy and picked up a black card next to him: "This is the new transfer student. Come here as an identity, you set it yourself."

Jealousy picked up the black card and looked at the blank basic avatar information on it.The gray-haired boy tilted his head and thought for a while, then bent his eyes, and wiped it from his forehead down with his hands—like a very ancient trick of "changing faces", what appeared after wiping his palms was another face.There was a dark and strange sound of bones creaking and flesh and blood wriggling in the ward, and what appeared in front of Lust was a boy of about 18 years old, with a handsome sunny face and a particularly bright smile.The word "Leviathan" appeared in the name column on the black card, and the head portrait also appeared. The boy stroked the photo on the black card, and then kissed it.

"It's so similar."

"Yes." The jealous look showed a hint of intoxication: "My name is Leviathan, and I am Behemoth's brother, and even more so, Dad's child."

"Let me give you a piece of advice, huh?" Lust turned around and bent down, covering the man completely under her body, narrowing her long and narrow eyes slightly and glanced at the jealous side: "You'd better not appear beside your father."

"Anyway, you can't see your father, can you?" The corners of the young man's lips curled up in a charming arc.

Jealously watching Lust lying on the empty bed like a lazy and beautiful Egyptian cat, the pupils began to constrict.

"This is my father's hair." The pale fingertips picked up a strand in the air.

"This is the father's eyes, nose...lips." The fingers slid down, stopped at one place and squeezed slightly, as if they were kneading a ball of soft spring mud.

"This is father's..."

The silver hair slipped from the shoulders of lust, and the youth's water-colored eyes were full of moisture, and the corners of the raised eyes seemed to be able to hook the soul of a person.Lust gasped for breath, and smiled sensibly: "This is father's nipple..." The seductive beast leaned against the snow-white bed, flicked the place viciously, and the man who was attacked unconsciously groaned : "There is also the voice of the father..."

"...restraint." With lustful eyes, he quietly looked at the monster that was about to erupt next to him: "I won't clean up the mess for you anymore, so you'd better not appear around father again."

There was a dead silence in the pale space. After a long time, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.Lust buried her head in the man's arms, her silver hair covered his expression, leaving nothing but loneliness in the spring scenery of the room.

***

Amis felt that it was by no means a Bloody Valentine, but his lucky day.His most hated Behemoth is dead, dead!Died in the first performance hall, not even bones left!Amis almost wanted to cheer, if it wasn't for the queen's order, he would definitely hold a party with great fanfare to celebrate.

Since you are not allowed to say it publicly, it doesn't matter in private.Amis told this as a joke to his friends, telling them how that mighty Behemoth died worthless, and oh, and how the fellow's father was foolishly killed by him He cheated into the No. [-] performance hall and was planted by him. Now the unlucky father and son duo must be happily meeting underground.

Amis and his companions laughed without fear.They were too young, and they were protected too well. They couldn't imagine what kind of hell the isolated No. [-] performance hall was like. Death was too far away for them, and they just disappeared.So gone is the obnoxious Behemoth, laugh at it, sneer at it, cheer it up, praise it - is there anything more that can't be satisfied?

A group of Amis stopped in their tracks. Opposite them stood a gray-haired boy of about 18 years old, with his hands in his trouser pockets, smiling brightly at them, his eyes curved like crescent moons.

"Ah La, hello."

Amis opened his eyes wide, staring fixedly at the nightmarish face opposite him.

"We met for the first time. I transferred here today, Leviathan."

***

Nie Bogu had already woken up, but he didn't want to open his eyes. He curled up, feeling very uncomfortable.With the current technological conditions, as long as it is not instant death, no matter how serious the injury is, it can be erased.The injuries on his body were just some skin traumas, and the most serious hand bones were just a waste of a day to reshape. The injuries on his body were already healed, but he still felt extremely uncomfortable.

It turned out that being rejected by them was even more uncomfortable than imagined.

The indifferent figure of the gray-haired boy still remained on his retina, burning his nerves.The soreness in his heart forced Nie Bogu to curl himself into a ball so that it would not be so uncomfortable.

Is it so uncomfortable to be rejected...

Suddenly a pair of hands got into Nie Bogu's quilt, went around his back and knees, and then hugged him violently.The sudden weightlessness made Nie Bogu open his eyes in shock, staring blankly at the...boy who picked him up?

The person lowered his head to look at Nie Bogu, with long light blue bangs hanging down, a medical eyepatch obliquely covering his/her left eye, and the violet right eye was looking at Nie Bogu seriously, His/her face is too delicate, that kind of delicacy blurs the gender, and the body next to Nie Bogu is also very slender, making it impossible for Nie Bogu to tell whether the boy holding him in front of him is a man or a woman.

Nie Bogu, who had been stunned by the opponent's appearance, completely forgot about his situation at the moment. It wasn't until he was carried out of the infirmary by the young man that Nie Bogu began to struggle in a panic.

"You, what are you doing!?"

Clearly hugging a man much older than himself, the blue-haired boy didn't feel any effort at all. He/she easily stopped Nie Bogu from struggling, and looked at Nie Bogu blankly, as if quite puzzled. Gu's struggle: "Ju got lost."

The boy's voice is also crisp and clear between male and female voices, indistinguishable between male and female.

"What are you doing when you get lost and pick me up?!"

"Jiu got lost, because Jiu just transferred here." The exquisite boy still had a confused expression: "Blade said that he needed to ask someone for directions at this time, but Jiu only found you, and you were sleeping."

So he became the "standby SGPS"?Still carry it with you!

Nie Bogu's face turned green, and he wondered if there was something wrong with the boy's head.

"……You got the wrong guy."

The delicate boy stopped, lowered his head and stared straight at Nie Bogu in his hand.

"I'm not from this school, and I don't know the way." Nie Bugu said calmly, but he was scolding his mother in his heart: "So now, let me go down immediately."

The blue-haired boy didn't speak, but he showed a struggling expression, which kind of struggling made Nie Bogu feel quite bad in his heart.

"Dove doesn't want to let go, wants to hug you."

"..."

Taking Nie Bogu's speechlessness as acquiescence with peace of mind, the delicate young man continued to move forward contentedly.

"I'm heavy, you put me down."

"Not heavy, dove is easy."

"...someone is watching."

"Dove is used to it."

"..."

In terms of force, Nie Bogu couldn't do anything to the opponent at all, so he could only persuade the young man to let him go.But no matter what Nie Bogu said along the way, the other party answered very seriously, and then Nie Bogu couldn't say anything.

"...I was wrong, but I actually know the way."

The blue-haired boy finally stopped.

"You let me down, and I will show you the way."

So Nie Bogu finally got his feet on the ground, the reluctance in the young man's eyes made Nie Bogu silently move a few steps to the side, and then Nie Bogu was completely dumbfounded.Because of the angle, it was only now that Nie Bogu could see the whole picture of the young man clearly: the upper body of the other party was the uniform white shirt of the Royal Academy, and the lower body was the pleated skirt which is very popular among girls.

In other words, he was carried for 15 minutes by a 15-year-old slender girl princess just now...?Nie Bangu was struck by this fact.

The girl with light blue hair grabbed Nie Bogu's black robe, with an inexplicable nostalgia in her only exposed eye: "Take the dove away."

***

Lanna was looking at the information of the auction item, with her hands wrapped around her neck from behind.

"Mother, Madara is back."

The corners of Lanna's mouth curled up, and he patted the hand on her neck.

"Have you brought it?"

The hands were withdrawn from Lanna's neck, and a blue-haired boy walked up to Lanna's side and knelt down, presenting a bottle of blood-red liquid test tube.He was carved out of the same mold as Jiuru, the only difference is probably the blindfold on his right eye.

Lanna took it and looked at the blood-red liquid in fascination. The light emitted by the liquid printed the woman's eyes scarlet.

"It's really exciting..." The smile on the corner of Lanna's mouth became wider and wider: "That world will be controlled by me."

The woman stroked the boy's blue hair like a pet, turned her head and asked lazily: "My baby, do you love me?"

The delicate boy blinked his left eye: "Yes. Madara loves you, loves you very, very much, mother."