Leopard of another world

Lance opened his eyes dizzily, and what he saw was the dark purple ceiling.

Sitting up not quite understanding the situation, the nerves on his forehead throbbed and ached. He frowned and rubbed his temples, habitually opening the spiritual link.

"All there?"

There was a rush of "dong dong dong" footsteps outside, the door was slammed open, and Derek's exaggerated voice was swept into the bedroom with his whirlwind figure.

"Oh! God of darkness, Your Majesty, you have finally woken up!"

Looking at the blood prince who was tearing the sheets and howling, Langston's head hurt even more. Looking at the subordinates who came in one after another, he asked, "How long have I been in a coma?"

"Your Majesty, you don't know how worried I am. It's been a whole day since the Black Panther carried you back to the Hall of Demons—" Derek was heartbroken: "—two hours have passed!"

Lance kicks Derek to the ground.

Taking a deep breath, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Wait, you mean...the Black Panther took me back to the Temple of Demons? Take me back?!"

"Oh, yes, Your Majesty! You don't know how ferocious that leopard is. He even ordered us to stay away from you! I wanted to touch your forehead, but he melted a sleeve of mine with corrosive magic! That But it's my favorite piece of clothing!" Derek got up, pitifully showing the clothes that had been melted into rags: "Your Majesty, you must punish him!"

"Derek, that's not the point, shut up! Arnold, tell me!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The dark elf took a step forward and lifted Derek away like throwing garbage: "Your leopard walked out of that enchantment in the shape of a human, and placed you back in the ten thousand demons. In the bedroom of the palace."

Lance's eyes widened slightly, and he raised his voice: "The little leopard has successfully transformed! When did this happen? Where is he?!"

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the door.

In the slightly dark corridor, there was a person standing vaguely, with his legs straight and motionless.

Lance: "Little Leopard?"

The man moved slightly, hesitated for a moment, and stopped again.

Alice turned her head and leaned closer to Derek's ear: "I can't believe that that leopard is also shy at times."

Although Alice's voice was very soft, Lance still caught it keenly. He couldn't help showing a smile and beckoning: "Little leopard, come here."

Those legs finally took another hesitant step and walked into the bedroom.

The sunlight slanted at the door through the window, and the light moved up bit by bit on the man's body, across his straight legs, strong waist, muscular arms and strong chest, and finally spread flat on his face superior.

It was a very attractive face.

Profound facial features, firm lips, deep and sharp eyes.

His dark purple pupils are exactly the same as those of a leopard, and his jet-black hair is short and slightly disheveled like the color of the night sky, adding a sense of elusiveness to his cold and hard temperament.

His eyes glowed a rich purple in the sunlight, and they were as calm as water, and people could never see anything from them.

This man is like a sculpture polished from a huge stone, and even the four outstanding subordinates have to admit that he is outstanding.

The man's eyes fell on Lance from the moment he entered the door and never left. Alice covered her mouth and chuckled, turning her head to watch His Majesty's expression with great anticipation.

What fell into her eyes was Lance's almost distorted expression of shock.

No one reacted, several light blades spun like crazy and attacked the man with anticipation in his eyes, each pointing to a fatal position, he was slightly taken aback, the man subconsciously took a step away, but he still couldn't dodge completely Attack, the left arm was pulled out a long slit, the flesh rolled up, and the blood instantly stained the entire sleeve.

The four subordinates were dumbfounded.

"Samuel!" Squeezing out these three words viciously through the gap between his teeth, Lance jumped out of the bed with a cannibal expression on his face. The violent movement made him sprain his feet and fall headfirst to the ground.

The man stepped forward quickly and grabbed his fallen body.

"Samuel? Is that your name? I like it."

The cheek was punched hard, and the man's face was swollen high. Lance pushed him away violently, and stepped back to lean against the bedpost.

"Samuel, stop pretending here, turn into a black panther and lurk beside me, I should have thought of it! Ha! I knew that you trash is not so easy to die, what are you going to do this time? Cut me off Limbs, or simply dig out my heart?!"

"What are you talking about?" The man looked stern: "At the moment of transformation, I chose your favorite human appearance as a template." After a pause, the man looked at the blood-stained sleeves and wrinkled Frowning: "I didn't expect you to express your favorite appearance in such a special way."

Lance suddenly became quiet. He stared at the man's face, and laughed in a low voice. The laughter became louder and louder, until finally he burst into tears.

"What do you like? Hahahahaha, this is the stupidest joke I've ever heard! Hahahaha, it's so funny!"

"What are you crazy about? Don't laugh." The man held Lance's trembling shoulders: "I think you need to calm down now."

"Go away! Don't turn this face on me!"

Having no choice but to let go, the human-shaped black panther quietly looked at the distorted Lance, raised his hand, and dark elements gathered in the palm of his hand.

"Since you don't like this face, then we don't want it."

The palm of his hand was close to his cheek without hesitation, and Lance on the opposite side suddenly became quiet, staring at him with a gloomy expression.

Derek looked left and right, and at the moment when the man's dark magic corroded the facial muscles, he rushed forward and hugged his arm.

"Hey, hey, don't! Your Majesty doesn't like it, but I like it!"

Desperately pulling his arm away, Derek looked at the bloody ulcer the size of a coin on the other's cheek with distress, and gasped: "Hiss... It hurts to look at it, and you actually put dark corrosion magic on your face! Enough!" ruthless!"

"let go."

The man didn't even give Derek a look, he still looked at Lance and spoke expressionlessly.

"Why is it always me who saves the scene?" With a grunt, Derek squeezed out a bright and exaggerated smile, and looked flatteringly at the same expressionless Lance: "Your Majesty, look, the black panther has transformed, You can't cut it all over again, you spent so much energy looking for him before, and now it's not worth it to kill him?"

Lance moved his eyes and looked at Derek until he was covered in cold sweat before showing a spine-chilling smile.

"Sometimes I really want to pull your tongue out, Derek. Also, stop pretending to be self-harm in front of me, and get the hell out of here."

Derek rushed out of the bedroom in an instant, as if a lion was chasing him.

The other three subordinates passed a glance to each other, and retreated quietly and cautiously.

In the house, only the humanoid black panther stood stubbornly in place.

Lance stood at the window with his back to him for a long time before turning around, his bloodshot eyes glanced at him, and he said coldly, "Why, don't you understand people's words?"

"I'm not who you say I am."

The man looked at him calmly, without moving.

There was a burst of irritability in Lance's heart. He grabbed a few handfuls of hair, took a deep breath, and roared hoarsely at the other party: "So what? Get out! The farther the better!"

The man lowered his head, turned around, and after a while, a low voice sounded: "Sorry, I disappointed you. Can you...give me a real name?"

There was silence.

After a long time, Lance spoke slowly, his voice full of gritted hatred and malicious coldness: "Since you chose this appearance, let's call it Samuel. I don't want to see you in the near future."

Samuel's purple eyes looked at Lance dimly, and after a long time, he nodded slowly, and then strode out of the bedroom without hesitation.

His back is straight, like a cedar standing upright, showing a sense of loneliness and bleakness inexplicably.

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Lance was back with Evan the next day.

When Derek, who was forced by him to perform the scene of "the necromancer attempted to kidnap a demented youth", ran back to Deknis with tears in his face from the wounds of the Holy Knight of Light, Lance looked at him with a pale expression in ragged clothes. Evan withdrew a weak and pale smile, tilted his body, closed his eyes and fell down, and was caught upright by the other party without any surprise.

Evan hugged Lance onto the horse distressedly. At the same time, he was glad to find Lance in the foggy forest before the evil mage performed some amazing rituals. He seemed to have suffered a lot, and all this was because of own negligence.

The good man Evan's sense of guilt once again overflowed without limit, and the self-blame tormented the noble and strong heart of this great knight. He treated Lance more and more like a fragile and expensive crystal doll, and he was full of caution in every move. Try to keep your voice as soft as possible, as if a little louder would scare Lance away.

In the end, even Lance couldn't take it anymore.

"Evan." Lance lowered his head, fingertips nervously picking at the pattern of the teacup, and said softly, "I want to sleep for a while."

"Okay, you go to sleep." Evan continued to peel the apple in his hand: "Keep the apple until you wake up and eat it."

Lance looked up and glanced at Evan quickly: "But... I want to sleep alone."

Evan paused, and a long piece of apple peel suddenly fell to the ground. He picked it up and threw it into the trash can angrily, stood up and rubbed Lance's black hair, which felt good in his hand: "Okay, Go to bed first, I'll call you again at dinner, the steak in this hotel is very good, I'll help you order one then."

Lance nodded obediently, watched Evan leave innocently, then closed his eyes and shrank into the quilt.

Curled up into a ball, Lance suddenly felt very tired.

Everything that happened in Deknis a few days ago was caught off guard and gave him a huge mental shock. He couldn't even wait to figure out what was going on, so he fled back to Evan in a hurry.

Evan's righteous, bright personality and subtle, considerate care did relax Lance's overwhelmed nerves a little bit, and he had the energy to recall the previous events.

He knew that his handling this time was very inappropriate.

But he couldn't control it, and even maliciously stuffed that person's name into it.

The Black Panther once told him that transformation needs an opportunity, and the so-called opportunity in this world is often a matter of life and death. Although the Panther successfully transformed in the Io Great Abyss, during the two and a half months of disappearance, Lance did not Not sure about the specifics, but he could imagine how he had been tempered in that grotesque abyss.

It's just that he didn't expect that the black panther would appear in front of him in that appearance.

That face, that face that always emerged with fear and uneasiness, represented the darkest period of time he had experienced, and became his worst nightmare in countless nights.

After almost dying once, Lance thought he could look away, but he never thought that when this face appeared in front of his eyes again, the hatred in his heart would surge out along with all the crazy and dark negative emotions.

It turned out that all along, he didn't really let go of it, but just buried it deeply in self-deception.

What made him unacceptable the most was the words of the Black Panther:

"I just chose the look you like."

The hand holding the quilt trembled uncontrollably, and Lance seemed to feel the heart-piercing pain in his back again, as if his whole body was torn into two halves, and every cell was wailing in pain.

Taking a sharp breath, Lance tried desperately to calm himself down, the illusory pain gradually disappeared, and reality enveloped his consciousness.

Sitting up sweating profusely, Lance reached for the teacup on the bedside.

As soon as I held it, there was a loud noise from the next door, the ground shook violently, and the teacup fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

A huge dark force came through the wall, and Lance jumped out of bed with a serious expression.

The sound of swords clashing, Evan hissed and roared on the other side of the wall.

"Lance! Stay inside and don't leave! I'll be right back!"

A few steps forward and the window opened, in the vast night, two figures jumped out of the next window, one behind the other, and quickly ran away, into the distant forest.

Lance opened his mouth in astonishment, he couldn't believe his eyes.

That's Evan and...

Samuel? !

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