Leopard of another world

After a long time, Evan moved, turned over and stood up.

Lance sat on the sidelines with his knees folded and watched. Seeing his appearance, Evan thought he had just been frightened, so he smiled gently, stepped forward and stuffed the rapier in the scabbard into Lance's arms, shaking Shakingly picked him up.

Lance twitched uncomfortably.

"Sorry, bear with it for now, I have an injury on my back, and I can't carry it." Evan's pale lips opened and closed slightly, and the water droplets on his cheeks made him paler: "In case we are discovered by the enemy, you run and hug us." Tighten your sword and protect yourself, I will hold them back."

Lance looked at the exquisite scabbard of the rapier in his hand, lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Evan smiled and said softly: "Don't be afraid, you will be fine, I have everything."

"Hmm." Lance squeezed out a thin voice from his nose, and Lance stopped talking.

Evan lost too much blood and had no energy to speak, so the two walked and hugged each other, walking through the muddy bushes with one foot deep and one foot shallow, struggling to identify the direction under the scorching sun.

After walking out of the bushes and talking with passers-by, they discovered that they were transported by the underwater teleportation array to a small town fifteen kilometers away from the capital.

Fearing that the enemy would catch up and snatch Lance, Evan bought the best horse in the town. After getting in touch with the church in the capital, he got on the horse and held Lance half in his arms. He galloped away in the direction of the capital.

The horse was running fast, and Evan was holding the rein extremely steadily. The knuckles of his hand holding the rein turned white, and the bumps along the way caused the wound on his back to open again. His strong willpower prevented him from showing the slightest expression of pain. From beginning to end, He tried his best to appear calm, calm and nonchalant, the young man in his arms was sensitive and fragile, he was afraid that his abnormality would make the child worry.

Evan gritted his teeth and said nothing all the way, until he met the Illuminati Church team rushing to the rescue, he got off his horse and hugged Lance, and said the first sentence.

"save him."

The priest didn't dare to be negligent, and swarmed up to surround the son of the gods, casting out advanced healing spells one after another, pouring down the healing potion bottle by bottle, Lance's mouth was full of bitter medicine, straight to the forehead, and he pulled away in a daze The group of priests looked towards Evan.

It’s okay not to look at it, but when I saw it, I was shocked.

Evan was half leaning on the horse, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were slack, as if he was about to fall down in the next second.

The fierce fighting and the escape all the way overdrawn the energy and physical strength of the holy knight of light. Once the spirit is relaxed, he can no longer hold on.

"Save people, save people!" Lance pointed at Evan with an anxious expression on his face, and the pastor rushed to Evan's side again, flustered.

When the wounds of the two were almost treated, the ones that should be bandaged were bandaged, and the ones that should be wiped were wiped off. The Pope ordered Evan to be called into the Holy Temple of Light in the church, and Lance was sent back to school and arranged to be closely monitored in the treatment room. observe.

Lying on the snow-white sheets, Lance knew that this incident was enough for Evan to make up his mind to bring him back, so he relaxed and turned to think about other things.

The black cat came out from nowhere, jumped onto the bed, and huddled up beside Lance, watching him quietly with his eyes closed, looking very cute.

After a while, Lance opened his eyes and glanced at the black cat lightly.

"Derek said he wasn't busy at all, and you forced him to switch to carry out the plan."

The black cat looked at him with lavender vertical pupils, and nodded slowly.

Lance lowered his eyes and suddenly let out a long sigh: "Samuel, what do you want to do? Does it feel good to get involved everywhere?"

At this time, there was no one else in the treatment room except Lance, the bed suddenly sank, and the black cat regained its human form, its handsome and resolute face was as calm as water.

"Please give me enough trust, Lance, your wish is the direction of my execution."

Lance looked at Samuel, and suddenly chuckled after a long time: "Trust is the cheapest thing in the world."

"It's different."

"What's the difference? There's no betrayal, it's just because there are not enough chips. Two independent individuals, no matter what, can't be merged without gaps. As long as they find a crack, they can be separated. Trust this kind of thing, just hang It's just lip service, aren't you right, Samuel?"

Lance's voice was very soft, ethereal like the mist of the morning sun, with a haze of memory, like scriptures murmured in the mist, with a bewitching taste.

A wide and warm hand suddenly grabbed the back of his hand, pulled it up, and pressed it against his strong chest.

Lance felt a heart beating vigorously.

"Did you feel it?" Samuel's voice was low and magnetic: "It's beating for you. The contract of the soul binds us together. My life and everything about me are yours."

Lance let out a short, sharp laugh, mocking himself.

"Lance, I'm not anyone, I'm just me." Samuel looked deeply into Lance's eyes: "Protecting you and fulfilling your wishes is the meaning of my life, as long as you tell me, I can do it Yes. I want to hear you tell me what you want, what you want, not through Derek, Alice, or anyone else.” Slowly exhaling, Samuel lowered his head and kissed He touched Lance's forehead lightly, and left quickly.

"Try to trust me, Lance."

Lance looked at Samuel's face, obviously very familiar, but with such a strange expression, strong emotions swelled in his eyes, the stern face was softly curved by the corner of his mouth, this face, With a look that had never appeared in his memory, like a thin needle, gently pierced his heart, condensed into a drop of dark red blood, and penetrated into the bone marrow.

He is not him, Lance closed his eyes, and murmured repeatedly in his heart, giving birth to a sense of relief that he didn't know whether it was loss or relief, he was not him.

Seeing Lance who seemed to be about to fall asleep, Samuel leaned forward lightly, hugged Lance's thin body tentatively, and after not being rejected, slowly and slowly pressed his lips against the other's belt. With slightly cool lips, they are tender and lingering without a trace of passion/desire.

After a long time, his lips slowly moved away, and he buried his head in Lance's shoulder, whispering.

"I love you."

Lance's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the transparent liquid dripped on the pillow cover, slowly fading away with the dark and cold memories of the past.

He had waited so many years for this sentence, until it turned from love to hate, and then from hatred to an uneven scar. Now he finally heard these three words. The person who said them had the same appearance, but they were not he.

God's will tricks people.

The weight on his body suddenly lightened. Lance opened his eyes and saw the black cat jumping off the bed and crawling into the bottom of the bed. The door was slammed open, and Evan, who was wrapped in bandages, broke in with the cold air outside. The treatment room, striding forward.

"Come on, Lance, let's go home."

His body was lifted horizontally, and he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes when he looked at Evan who was breathing fast. The Holy Knight of Light was in an extremely unstable mood at the moment, and the anxiety and anger on his face were undisguised. This was something that had never happened before. .

Another group of people rushed into the treatment room. Lance found that the priests inside were not low-level, and there were even two bishops in red robes. Of course, Principal Joseph was among them.

"Evan, my boy, you need to calm down."

Principal Joseph stepped forward and tried to persuade Evan to let Lance go.

"Bishop Joseph, I respect you and I am loyal to the church, but this is not a reason to put Lance in danger!"

"No, no, Evan, you didn't figure it out, how could this be risky! This decision we made was to protect the son of the gods. After this vicious attack, you also know that our opponent How powerful is it, isn't it? This is not a problem that can be solved by sending a few people to protect Lance. The evil side is hiding in the dark and ready to move. The Son of God must become stronger as soon as possible. Our decision is also based on this consideration. "

"I will always stay by Lance's side for personal protection. He doesn't need to go through the baptism of the magic circle so early. His soul strength is far from enough to withstand the magic circle."

"Evan, trust me, and please trust the Son of God, he can do it."

An old voice suddenly sounded, and the crowd retreated to both sides. An old man wearing a silver robe and holding a scepter walked slowly.

"Evan, the physique and potential of the son of the gods is destined to withstand the baptism of the light god circle. Although you can protect him personally, can you guarantee that nothing will happen? Look at your wounds, Evan, my child, I watched you grow up, and every step of your growth made me happy and proud, now, you should look at the Son of God with the same feeling, he can only truly block the invasion of darkness if he is strong himself."

"My lord, but..."

"Needless to say, child, we should ask the opinion of the person concerned."

The old and majestic Pope looked at Lance with blue eyes and smiled slightly: "Son, are you willing to accept the baptism of the Light God's circle in three days? Your soul will be engraved with the blessing of the Light God, and it will help you Block the deadly evil magic, and at the same time stimulate your potential, so that you can gain glory and glory faster."

Lance tilted his head naively: "Is it the same as the soul blessing that Evan received?"

"Yes, exactly the same, child." The Pope nodded, with a wise light in his eyes: "The forces of darkness are expanding silently in the dark, we don't have much time, and their first target is you, you You need to grow up as soon as possible, you have this potential, child, there are certain risks in undergoing baptism, but we believe that you can succeed, and the God of Light will take care of you."

Lance turned his head sideways and caught Evan's worried and anxious gaze unexpectedly.

It seems that the degree of danger of this baptism is unusual, so extraordinary that even the Holy Knight of Light strongly opposes it.

Lowering his head and smiling slightly in the shadows, Lance looked at the Pope's voice clearly: "I am willing, His Excellency the Pope."

"Good boy."

The pope smiled slightly, and the priests around him all heaved a sigh of relief and showed relaxed smiles.

"Then Evan, you don't need to accept new tasks in the next year. You will move to school to accompany the son of the guardian god. After he has been baptized, he will need your guidance and protection."

A group of people left quietly, Evan put down Lance gently, stared at him, his eyes were slightly red.

"Why do you agree? Do you know how dangerous it would be?"

"Because I want to stand at the same height as Evan." Lance wrinkled his nose rather childishly: "Principal Joseph said that only when I am on an equal footing with you can I be qualified to stay by your side forever."

Evan was stunned, and after a long time, he suddenly reached out and hugged Lance, as if trying to embed him into his flesh and blood.

"Fool……"

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Evan moved his luggage to the school that night and slept in the room next to the treatment room.

Lance opened his eyes wide in the night, looking at the gray ceiling.

"Why promise them."

A deep voice rang in his ears, and Lance turned his head to meet Samuel's quiet face.

Lance looked at him for a while and moved his lips.

"I just discovered that even if I return to the holy knight of light, the dose of magic herb is not enough to completely remove his soul imprint in the remaining time. Since you have a way to forcibly peel it off, it is safer to test it on me first. I'm tired of this slow-moving task that has to be done."

Samuel suddenly approached, put his hands on both sides of his cheeks, lowered his body and looked at him: "I want to hear the real reason."

Lance closed his eyes, and suddenly chuckled: "Okay, didn't you say so? I want to try to trust you, so I'll give you a chance to show off, remove the imprint of your soul, and don't let me down."

Samuel raised the corners of his mouth, and his deep laughter shook the eardrum of the other party.

"Trust me, Lance, I won't let you down, never."

He also closed his eyes with a smile, but Lance actually still had a word to say.

He can't allow anything to shake his heart.

Once it appears, wipe it off immediately.

The author has something to say: Little Leopard and Lance are gradually moving towards a bright future, we need to work hard to break the ice!

Student Lance, it is very important to recognize your own heart!This is Little Leopard's official confession, you can't let it down!

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