Leopard of another world

"This...is this possession? You have already possessed this servant?!" Lance twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to digest the matter in front of him.

The servant nodded silently.

Lance: "You can't talk?"

"..."

Lance: "Okay, although I don't know what the hell you're doing, and there's no news about your inexplicable disappearance for so long, but now I ask you to answer, nod if you are right, and shake your head if you are not, you know."

The valet nodded.

Lance: "They caught you and trapped you here as one of the sacrifices of the magic circle?"

The valet shook his head, then nodded.

Lance went crazy: "What do you mean, is it or not!"

The servant looked at Lance silently.

Lance: "..."

"Okay, I'll ask separately." Lance supported his forehead, weakly: "Are you missing because you were arrested?"

Shaking his head.

"Have you become one of the sacrifices of the magic circle?"

nod.

Lance: "Are you kidding? How could you become a sacrifice if you weren't caught... Wait, don't tell me you did it on purpose!"

The servant looked at Lance, raised his eyebrows, and nodded.

Lance had a ghostly expression on his face: "I...you...It really is too boring to be idle. Do you know how long I have been worried? Do you know what this magic circle is for! Since you are possessed by the servant, Why didn't you tell me? No, the point is why you volunteered as a sacrifice!"

A smile flashed across the indifferent face of the male servant, he raised his hand and pointed at Lance.

Lance: "This means... you are for me?"

The male servant nodded, leaning against the wall to adjust a more comfortable posture, his whole person looked elegant and explosive.

"Thank you so much." Lancepi twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile: "Don't forget that my life and your life are connected together."

The servant looked at Lance with a half-smile, stepped forward and patted his cheek, obviously teasing.

Lance unconsciously thought of the male servant's physical reaction when he listened to the live erotic palace just now, and his face was a little hot unconsciously. He took a step back to prevent the two from getting too close: "I forgive you, as an animal, it is difficult to control the estrus, But, from now on, I strictly forbid you to have that situation, once it happens, solve it yourself."

The manservant raised the corners of his mouth in the dark, smiling very seductively.

Lance had to change the subject in embarrassment: "Well, since you said it was to help me, and the only thing I do now is to choose suitable souls to give birth to my subordinates, do you think there are suitable candidates in the castle? ?”

The servant nodded, stepped forward to pick up Lance without warning, and walked back slowly.

"Wait, what are you doing - don't hug me in this posture, well, I was wrong, don't hug me so tightly, I'm afraid I will be squeezed to death by you before being blocked by the undead magic enchantment." Lan Si broke the jar, let the servant walk back with him in the posture of a princess hug, and even adjusted a more comfortable position: "Then tell me, which of these people is more suitable to be my new subordinate?" The raw material? The old count of orange peel? Or that necromancer playing forbidden love? Do you prefer Miss Alice?"

The servant wore a seductive smile from the beginning to the end, and looked down at Lance in his arms from time to time, but did not respond to his words.

Lance shut up in frustration.

The two walked back quietly. When they passed a corridor, Lance suddenly grabbed the servant's sleeve.

"Hey, where to look, I feel the breath of that necromancer."

The servant cast a disapproving glance, and finally walked over with Lance in his arms. Lance poked his head quietly and looked in through the crack of the door.

This was a large bedroom. Lance saw the necromancer sitting in a chair with his back facing him, and the woman standing beside the chair was Miss Alice Grant.

"After exercising in the middle of the night, I still have time to chat with my sister. This young necromancer has really good physical strength."

Lance crept into the servant's ear and chuckled, in exchange for a vague glance from the servant.

Lance felt his scalp tingling for no reason.

"Brother, I have collected thirteen monsters with dark attributes, and you will be reborn soon."

This seems to have been heard somewhere.

"Alice, my dear sister, do you look happy?" The necromancer's hoarse voice carried a hint of a smile.

"Of course! We have been preparing for so long just for this moment to come, brother, because of your natural affinity for dark magic, you were almost killed by those old things from the Illuminati Church! You were finally spared the death penalty , They actually ordered you to stay in the castle for the rest of your life and not go out, this is not fair! Brother, once the magic circle is successful, you will be able to obtain a brand new body and the freedom you desire! I will be able to live with you for the rest of my life Together, it's wonderful, isn't it?" Alice was very excited, she leaned forward to hold William's face, and kissed his lips: "Brother, I love you."

Langston thought at once that this family was too wonderful.

"Yes, Alice, when I get a new life, no one will know who I am, and those old things from the Illuminati Church won't be able to stare at me all day long." The Necromancer laughed softly: "But, Alice, father he ..."

"Brother." Alice quickly interrupted William Grant: "Father is old, and he won't live long. We just make his death more valuable. If he knows that his death sacrifice tomorrow can serve the The son will be happy to create a new life. Besides, to activate this magic circle, the sacrifice of the life of the blood relatives is necessary, isn't it?"

"Yes, Alice, I'm just worried that you won't be able to bear this kind of psychological burden. If you figure it out, I'll be relieved." The necromancer kissed his younger sister tenderly, and poked pale and thin fingers into her skirt.

Lance tugged at the servant's hand and left without a sound.

Back in the bedroom, Lance got into the soft quilt, only to feel his side sinking, turning his head, and the servant got into the quilt with his hands and feet.

"Although I know you are a little leopard, I didn't allow you to come in." Lance glared at the servant.

The servant turned his head and looked at Lance with bright eyes in the dark.

"...Forget it, it's up to you." Recalling that the black panther slept with him before, although Lance felt that the human figure beside him was awkward, it was not so difficult to accept.

Lying with eyes open for a while, Lance suddenly turned his head: "Hey, little leopard, which side do you think the necromancer is on? His father or his sister?"

The valet opened his closed eyes and looked at Lance.

Lance: "Who do you think he loves, his father or his sister? Ha, no matter which one, this mess is really exciting, isn't it? Whether it's using the sister as a sacrifice to make the father reborn, or making the father As a sacrifice to regenerate myself, this necromancer seems to be at a disadvantage, ha, will I use this black soul to the bone for the birth of my next subordinate? I really look forward to what will happen tomorrow."

The servant suddenly put Lance in his arms, glanced at him, covered Lance's eyes with his hands, and expressed a very clear meaning - sleep.

Lance pouted, leaned on the servant's chest, and fell asleep drowsily.

This was the calmest feeling he had felt in the past few days.

The next day, Lance stayed in the castle obediently for a whole day. When night fell, when he was lying on the bed and counting sheep bored, the servant suddenly entered and pulled him up.

"It's about to start? Where did you go just now? I've been waiting for you for a long time." Lance jumped up excitedly, as if he was going to a makeup dinner.

The male servant picked up Lance familiarly, shuttled lightly and quickly through the empty corridor, sneaked into the secret passage of the study, and came to the previous secret room through layers of barriers.

Lance sees someone he didn't expect.

"Oh, I said little leopard, it's really rude of you to treat a lady like this. Didn't anyone tell you that a lady needs to be loved?"

Looking at Miss Alice Grant, who was imprisoned by black magic, cast a silence spell, and was thrown into a ball in a corner like trash, Lance was heartbroken: "You are so ungentlemanly, at least you have to give Put a blanket under Miss Alice, it's damn cold in here."

The servant ignored his nonsense, but lowered his head and drew a strange circle on the ground. After finishing, he clapped his hands, threw Alice in, pulled Lance, and stood in together, squatting down Reach out and press in the center of the circle.

Lance felt an extremely deep and extremely dark aura slowly overflowing from the male servant. Miss Alice's face was pale and trembling, and she looked like she would faint at any moment.

When the male servant restrained his breath and stood up again, Lance obviously felt that the circle was cut off from the outside world. The aura and figure of the three people were hidden in the circle, and people outside could not see it at all.

Lance was in high spirits: "We're going to stand here to watch the whole process in a while, it's really exciting. But little leopard, why did you tie Miss Alice here? What if the necromancer finds out? Or do you think that Will the necromancer sacrifice his sister to save his father? I don’t think so, but I think he will sacrifice his father. If you want to destroy the magic circle, you have tied the wrong person.”

The servant raised his eyebrows and glanced at him. The half-smile inside made Lance raise his eyebrows uncontrollably, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "How about we make a bet?"

The servant ignored him, so Lance had to squat down and look at the speechless Miss Alice with a smile on his face: "Well, it's like this, we have two pieces of news here, one is that your brother will kill you to be reborn The Earl of Grann continued the father-son chaos, one is that your brother will kill his father and regenerate himself, and finally you will live in two places, which one do you think is true?"

Miss Alice's eyes widened sharply, and she shot a mocking and resentful light towards Lance.

Lance patted her soft cheek with a smile: "Oh, sorry, I forgot that you can't talk, so let's wait and see who your brother loves? Look, they are here."

Footsteps came from far to near. Lance, the servant and Alice stayed in the circle, and clearly saw three figures walking into the secret room.

Lance raised his eyebrows at the male servant: "I should have thought that you would use black magic to create a prosthesis of Alice to pretend to be a real person, and it really is a real one."

The valet showed an evil smile, stretched out his fingers and pressed Lance's lips lightly, and signaled with his eyes to continue watching.