Leopard of another world

Lance hadn't noticed the servant's existence at all before, but now he was firmly pressed between the servant's chest and the wall, and every moving part of his body was subtly suppressed by the servant. It made Lance break out in a cold sweat.

Although everyone thinks that he is a waste of magic and martial arts, he knows that he is not as weak as others imagined, and he has his own trump card that is enough to save his life.

But now, he couldn't even move a finger. The aura exuded by the man behind him was too amazing. The absolute gap in strength made his body betray his soul and chose to obey.

The servant behind him told him with his eyes not to move.

Lance is left motionless like a dead fish, making a miserable sandwich.

Just as the two of them were competing in the secret passage, the ambiguous moaning became more and more intense in the room separated by a wall.

"Ugh... Hurry up... Hurry up..."

The pale-faced man sped up his body movement, and there was a lewd sound of water at the junction of the two, his cheeks were stained with a sickly blush, his eyes were frantic and confused, and the hard object between his crotch The liquid was gradually secreted, trembling in the air, his face was full of a psychedelic expression of extreme joy.

"Aha... um... it's here... it's coming..."

Enchanting and ecstatic high-pitched moans passed through the wall into Lance's ears unreservedly. He was very helpless about being pressed against the wall to listen to the live erotic palace, but he had to admit that this man screamed very well , at least the hoarse timbre added an erotic meaning to the moan.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Lance suddenly felt a hard object pressed between his buttocks, and his face twisted suddenly.

There was a wave of heat coming from the chest behind him, and Lance didn't dare to turn his head back. As the moan grew louder, he felt the thing pressing against him become more firm/swelled. In the end, the thing trembled slightly, and even separated The fabric is pulled/plugged up slightly.

If there is a mirror, Lance's face at this moment must be darker than the bottom of the pot.

He made a violent struggle, but in exchange for the male servant's more powerful confinement, the man bit Lance's shoulder and swallowed his panting. In the small and dark space, Lance felt the fierce force coming from the man behind him. My heart beat, and I couldn't help being stiff all over.

A wall away finally came to an end, the confused man frantically sped up his movements, and after a few violent ups and downs, the old man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Ah... Father... Father!"

Viscous white liquid gushed out of the man's port, dripping down on the old man's lower abdomen, and he lay on the old man's chest exhausted, closing his eyes and panting violently.

In the darkness, the male servant grabbed Lance's waist fiercely, and his lower body pressed against him tightly, but stopped moving.

Lance didn't have time to worry about the servant's rudeness. He put all his attention on the other side of the wall, and couldn't hide the shock in his expression.

Father?

Was that a father and son just now? !

Before he had time to think about the meaning, a hoarse voice sounded from the other side of the wall, and Lance immediately listened with bated breath.

"Father, Alice has collected thirteen monsters with dark attributes, and you will be reborn soon."

"Heh...William, my dear child, you look happy?" A deep and old voice sounded, with a secret smile.

"Of course!" The young man's hoarse voice was full of excitement: "I have been preparing for so long, just for this moment to come. The undead magic in the ancient books of the Gran family is very detailed. I will definitely succeed. .Father, you are about to get a brand new, young and vigorous body, aren't you happy!"

"Oh, of course I'm happy, but your sister Alice..."

"Father!" The man interrupted the old man, his tone full of displeasure: "You should know that in order to be with you, I am willing to give everything."

There was a burst of deep laughter in the room, and after the laughter, there was no more words. Lance heard a sound of rustling fabrics, and the sound of opening the door. When the door was closed, there was no more sound.

Lance stood in the dark, digesting the information he had just received.

The old man just now must be Earl Gran, who was rumored to be sick in bed, and the father of Miss Alice Grant, but he had never heard that Earl Grant also had a son named William.

The forbidden love between father and son, the undead magic in the ancient books of the Gran family...

Lance seemed to have caught something, but just as he was about to think further, the servant nestled on his neck suddenly moved, and raised his head abruptly in the darkness.

"Huh—?!" With his mouth tightly covered, Lance stared at the servant with wide eyes, and instantly understood the message conveyed by his eyes—follow me.

Suppressing all the emotions in his heart, Lance quietly walked a few steps in the secret passage. The manservant in front suddenly stopped, reached out and pressed a few times in front of him, a secret door slid open silently, and the manservant led him away. out.

In the same room, Lance saw that the secret door was next to the bookshelf, and there was no trace of it after it was closed.

The servant pulled him out of the house quietly. The moment the door closed, Lance saw the old man lying on the bed, falling into a deep sleep, while the young man ran off to nowhere.

He followed the male servant to the same door next door, and the tall male servant led him in with ease, opened the secret passage behind the bookshelf, and beckoned him to come forward.

Lance suppressed the doubts and depression that were almost overwhelming in his heart, and said softly, "Who are you?"

The servant stared at him quietly, his expressionless face was still indifferent, without answering, he gestured for him to approach.

Lance took a step back and quietly moved his hands behind his back: "What do you know?"

The male servant frowned, suddenly strode forward, bent down and picked Lance up.

"you--?!"

The low cry came to an abrupt end as soon as it overflowed his throat, and the male servant who picked him up horizontally rushed into the secret passage at an alarming speed. As soon as he stepped into the darkness, invisible pressure came to his face. Lance felt something was trying to stop them, But the suffocating pressure stopped within one meter of the male servant, as if there was a round protective cover, enclosing the two of them airtight.

It is the breath of the enchantment cast by undead magic. The further you go in, the stronger the disgusting breath that rots to the bone. From the perspective of concentration, the undead magic enchantment that you pass through every step definitely reaches an astonishing level. number.

Repressing his shock, Lance glanced sideways at the servant's face, but couldn't find any trace of tension or apprehension in his indifferent expression.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the disgusting feeling suddenly disappeared and was replaced by thick waves of black magic that seemed to be condensed into substance. After passing through countless barriers, they finally came to the end of the secret passage.

The servant bent down to put Lance down, and stood behind him silently.

Lance's eyes stayed on the central floor of the secret room, where a complex and mysterious magic circle was drawn. There were thirteen protruding triangles on the edge of the magic circle. Inside each triangle lay a monster. Stretching out from the body of the monster, the dark red blood dripped quietly along the catheter to the ground, filling the grooves bit by bit along the lines of the magic circle, and a faint red light glowed where the blood passed.

Lance saw the dark-attributed Blue Wind Eagle he had captured before, and that beautiful monster was lying quietly in one of the triangles at the moment, only the undulating chest showed that it was still alive.

Is this the undead magic in the ancient book that the necromancer named William said?Was it supposed to be powered by the blood of thirteen dark-attributed monsters? !

Lance frowned and looked at it for a while, thinking that it was a semi-finished product, and the magic circle had obviously not been activated yet.

He turned his gaze and widened his eyes suddenly.

Panther!

The panther turned into a black cat was lying in a triangle diagonally opposite, motionless!

He can be sure that its life is not in danger. Although the soul contract seems to be blocked by something, but Lance is fine, and the black panther is definitely fine.

Was the black panther imprisoned here after being captured by the necromancer?

Lance suddenly had an impulse, he wanted to step forward to rescue the panther from the magic circle, and the catheter extending from the panther's body made Lance feel extremely dazzling.

The servant who had been standing behind him seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and suddenly moved, reaching out and grabbing Lance's wrist, with an obvious sense of restraint.

Lance seemed to have a pair of eyes on the back of his head, and deftly avoided the hand of the servant. The next moment the servant appeared in front of him, and his eyes revealed a message coldly - don't go there.

"It's not up to you to intervene in my decision."

Lance's eyes turned cold, and he made a series of complicated gestures in the air with one hand. A white light suddenly lit up in the secret room, and four light blades swirled towards the servant.

The male servant showed a slightly surprised expression, quickly dodged, stopped attacking, and stood in the distance silently casting inquiring eyes.

"Hmm, very strange? Are you wondering why I, a waste of magic and martial arts, can suddenly use light magic?"

Lance narrowed his eyes. During the test in the demon world, there was no detection of light magic. Who would believe that a person with the potential of a demon king has an affinity for light magic?

Lance stared at the male servant closely, his hands kept moving, and then several second-level light blades flew over in an instant. The male servant arched his body and dodged one by one, narrowing his eyes suddenly, and landed beside the black panther , put your hand over.

"Don't touch it!"

Lance was startled. Before he could rush over, he saw the servant put his hand on the panther's head. In an instant, the servant's body fell limply.

Lance froze for a moment, then paused.

In the dark red light in the secret room, there was silence. The panther's ears moved suddenly, and he slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

"Little Leopard..." Lance stretched out his hand and frowned, "Come here quickly."

The black panther remained motionless, still standing within the triangle, and the pair of dark purple pupils looked at Lance indifferently, which gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

Putting aside the doubts in his mind, Lance took a step forward: "Come here, hurry up, we're going back."

The panther ignored him, but rubbed his head against the body of the male servant who fell to the side, and then fell limply on the ground with a thud.

Lance looked at the footman who stood up again, staring at his indifferent identical eyes.

"You...you are a little leopard?!"