Leopard of another world

Three days later, Lance, who had not recovered from his injuries, was escorted by a team of paladins to the Temple of Light in the center of the capital.

Five red-clothed archbishops lined up. The pope headed by him was dressed in formal papal robes, held a scepter, and wore a golden crown. He led Lance into the temple with a solemn expression.

Passing through the long corridors, the paladins stopped in front of a white stone door painted with holy angels, and then walked forward to the forbidden area of ​​the church where the ancient blessing circle left by the God of Light was said to be placed.

Evan stopped in front of the door, stretched out his arms around Lance, and hugged him hard.

"Take care of yourself."

Passing by, the stone door slowly opened, Lance silently walked down the seemingly endless gorgeous long steps, the sound of footsteps echoed lonely on the stone walls on both sides, he felt a pair of strong eyes that could not be ignored, always lingering behind him, burning The vest was slightly hot, and it didn't dissipate until the sound of the stone door closing.

The stairs extended towards the endless underground, and the surrounding temperature dropped bit by bit. When he stepped on the solid flat ground again, the breath he exhaled had turned into clouds of white mist.

The pope was still walking ahead, followed by five silent and solemn cardinals, one after another stone door was opened silently, and when the last one was opened with a bang, the filled light elements rushed out and swelled instantly.

In the bright light of the morning sun, the complicated and huge golden magic circle circulated brilliantly in the center of the empty hall, and the power of light filled the entire space with an absolute attitude. A pair of huge wings were carved on the circular dome, and the hall The four pure white angel sculptures at the corner stare quietly at the entrance, looking down on the world with a compassionate expression.

"Son of the gods, go, stand in the center of the magic circle."

Lance stood still in the center of the circle, and the five cardinals were separated on the shining dots around the circle. The Pope was solemn and solemn, and slowly stepped forward to the center of the high platform facing Lance.

"Lance, my child, you have one last chance to choose. Are you willing to accept the baptism of soul blessing from the ancient magic circle of the God of Light?"

"I am willing, His Excellency the Pope."

The answer without a trace of hesitation made the pope smile on his solemn face. He made a gesture to the five cardinals and slowly raised the scepter in his hand. The transparent crystal on the top gradually shone with golden light.

In an instant, the light of the magic circle soared, and Lance was surrounded by thousands of lights, and the whole hall was as bright as day. Spread and merge into the light in the center of the circle.

It seems that there are hymns singing in the ears, and the wing sculptures on the dome seem to have life under the light and shadow, flowing with thousands of brilliance.

Lance felt as if he had returned to a warm mother body. Every cell in his body was gently washed by the power of light. His soul was trembling, merging, and singing. He was like soaking in a warm pool. The pain he imagined before There is no torture and torture at all, his spirit is relaxed and stretched comfortably, warm and slightly drunk, he just wants to have a comfortable and full sleep in this soft light, and have a beautiful and graceful dream.

When Lance was almost indulging in comfort, the light of the magic circle gradually dissipated, the warmth was pulled away bit by bit, the cold wrapped his skin again, footsteps sounded, and he opened his eyes sleepily, and saw the old man standing in front of him. pope.

"Son, the baptism was successful, how do you feel?"

"It's very comfortable." Lance cheered up and found a pair of white wings imprinted on his wrist: "It's just a little sleepy."

After a moment of silence, undisguised ecstasy appeared on the faces of several cardinals.

"You are worthy of being the son of God! My child, the purity of the light elements in your body makes you highly compatible and compatible with the baptism. It is too successful! This is the most successful baptism I have ever seen! Great! The light is rekindled There is hope!"

Looking at the excited old man who couldn't help himself, jumping like a child, Lance shook his head: "It's over? Can I...can I go back to sleep for a while?"

"Oh, of course! Child! Of course, you go back to school now, and the Holy Knight of Light will guide you in the days to come."

The archbishops in red surrounded Lance and the Pope and returned to the ground. As soon as they walked out of the white stone gate, Lance met Evan's anxious eyes that could not be concealed.

Pulling the corners of his mouth and showing a comforting smile, he staggered up to Evan and fell into his arms. The moment his forehead touched the warm and generous chest, he fell into a deep sleep.

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When Lance woke up again, what he saw was the familiar pale silver ceiling of the dormitory.

With a slight movement, Evan who was lying on the edge of the bed was awakened.

"Lance, is there anything uncomfortable?"

"I feel pretty good." Lance stretched himself, and found that all the previous wounds were gone: "It's like getting a new life."

Evan breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed Lance's head and said softly, "Change your clothes. We're going to see Principal Joseph, and then we can come back."

Evan turned and left, Lance jumped out of bed and began to change clothes, the black cat that had been curled up in a corner and dozed off raised its head, walked quietly to Lance's feet, and looked at him.

Lance squatted down and touched its head: "I'm fine, that magic circle looks like it is indeed left by the God of Light, it has powerful and pure power of light, and I can feel that my body is fuller after the soul is branded with blessings." And an active light element."

The black cat nodded.

Lance suddenly smiled: "It's a pity that I will get rid of it in a short time. I'm really reluctant. This is indeed a good thing."

The black cat looked at him indifferently.

With a chuckle, Lance stood up and strode towards the door: "Just kidding, don't show such an expression, it looks like a dead person."

Walking out of the small room, Lance looked up and saw Evan standing next to the fountain in the small living room waiting for him. The silver armor set off the handsome and steady paladin, like a standing poplar, giving people a powerful sense of security.

The door next door opened with a creak, and Eugene came out with his luggage.

"I'm moving in the room next door to you in Eugene's place, Lance, and we're living together again."

Evan smiled at Lance, then nodded to Eugene: "I worked hard for you a while ago."

Eugene gave Evan a cold look, and walked up to Lance.

Eugene: "Have you experienced the baptism of the God of Light?"

Lance: "Yes."

Eugene: "Can you talk to the God of Light now?"

Lance: "?"

Seeing Lance's expression, a sneer quickly flashed across Eugene's face: "Oh, son of God."

Evan's hand suddenly slanted/entered, dragging Lance behind him.

Eugene watched his movements, and said indifferently: "The weak who need protection can only be a burden to the strong forever."

Evan's eyes were sharp: "Eugene White, you don't need to judge what Lance is. Before you understand what a strong man is, what I told you back then will not change."

Lance noticed that Eugene's body froze suddenly, then he picked up his luggage and left without saying a word.

Evan then turned around and patted Lance on the shoulder: "Go, don't keep Principal Joseph waiting."

When he came back after seeing Principal Joseph, it was already very late. After washing hastily, Lance fell headlong on the bed. A familiar breath appeared beside the bed. Opening his eyes, Evan stood at the head of the bed and looked at him with a smile. he.

"What's the matter, Evan, are you not sleepy?" Lance rubbed his eyes and said in a low voice.

"Not sleepy, let's see you." Evan sat down along the edge of the bed. The white pajamas were made of thin material, faintly showing the outline of strong muscles.

Lance rolled his eyes in his heart, and reluctantly cut off the call with his subordinates. He only felt that the holy knight of light was simply too busy to be in a panic, and he still had energy to toss in the middle of the night.

Evan reached out to hold Lance's wrist, pulled his sleeve up, and touched the pair of white wings imprints. The imprint seemed to feel something, and it suddenly lit up, and a slight heat spread from the imprint.

Lance suddenly thought of something: "Evan."

"Ok?"

"You have also been baptized, so you have the same mark?"

"Yes, not as good-looking as yours."

"Where is it, show me."

Lance came to his spirits, half propped up and looked at Evan with bright eyes.

Evan coughed in embarrassment: "There's nothing to see..."

"Just one look, just one look."

Unable to withstand Lance's repeated pleas, Evan unbuttoned his jacket with a tangled expression, revealing his honey-colored strong chest.

Where the heart is, a little bit of dark red is slightly upward, and a pair of feather patterns are printed on the skin.

The size of the wings is slightly smaller than the one on Lance's wrist, and the color is not so white, it is a dark gray-white.

Lance stuck out a finger, poked it, and poked it again.

Evan grabbed Lance's finger and stuffed it into the quilt, his face flushed a little: "Okay, finished reading, sleep well."

Lance retracted the quilt, revealing a pair of eyes, and smiled sullenly: "I'm shy, Evan, you were shy just now!"

Evan quickly buttoned up the button and ran away as if fleeing for his life.

He stuffed himself under the quilt and laughed for a long while, until his chest felt a little tight, then he poked his head out and exhaled into the empty bedroom.

"What an innocent fellow."

After speaking, Lance smacked his lips and sighed softly.

"It's just that life is not very good."

Suddenly there was a fluffy thing in the quilt. Lance reached in and fished it out for a long time, and finally pulled the black cat's tail to drag it out.

"Why are one or two of them so energetic in the middle of the night?"

The black cat changed into a human without warning, and the bed creaked softly. Lance saw the face that suddenly appeared almost touching his own, and his whole body stiffened reflexively.

"What are you doing suddenly becoming a human!"

With a low reprimand, Lance felt his eyes go dark. Samuel tied up Lance's eyes with a pillowcase. Evan was next door. Lance didn't dare to move, so he could only lower his voice in the darkness. Said: "Don't mess around!"

The palm was held by the warm big hand, the soft and moist touch lingered on the fingertips, his fingers were suddenly drawn into a warm narrow area, and the other party's flexible tongue carefully licked every inch of the thin skin of his fingers , drawing the shape of the nails, drawing out a few traces of hot and ambiguous.

A deep voice came from next to my ear, with a seductive magnetism: "Disinfection."

Lance felt his face was a little hot. He kicked Samuel with his foot, but he was suddenly caught by the opponent's leg and pressed under him.

The two of them immediately got closer.

"You're so innocent when you blush like this."

Lance shrank his neck and gritted his teeth in the darkness: "Samuel, don't let me give you a chance to show off."

The vibration in Samuel's chest suddenly became more intense. After the two sides fought secretly and refused to caress, Lance's clothes were messy and his body was a little hot. Uncontrollable panting.

"Get out of the way."

"it is good."

Langston felt a hand slide between his legs, reaching towards his crotch.

"Samuel!!" Gasping for air, Lance shook his whole body, reached out and held down the big hand that was holding his thing, and his voice trembled: "Stop...stop, there is someone next door .”

"As long as you don't make a sound."

After the words fell, Lance's lips were suddenly caught, blocking all his groans.

The kiss was domineering and intense, as if it wanted to swallow the whole person, leaving no room for it, almost suffocating him.

The entanglement between the two caused the blindfolded pillow to loosen gradually, thin clouds rolled over, and silver light sprinkled into the room again, shining on Samuel's face.

That handsome and masculine face came into Lance's eyes.

The pupils shrank sharply, and Lance suddenly kicked hard. Samuel was caught off guard and nearly rolled under the bed.

"Why..." Samuel, who was interrupted, suppressed a fire in his heart, and silenced his voice after seeing Lance's abnormal pale face.

Lance's back was pressed against the wall, curled up into a ball, his body trembling slightly, panting rapidly.

Samuel held Lance in his arms, stroking his back to comfort him.

"It's okay, Lance, it's okay."

After a long time, Lance gradually calmed down. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and said wearily: "Sorry, Samuel, give me some more time."

"Okay." Samuel lowered his head and kissed Lance's face, kissing constantly, as if he was treating a treasure he loved to the extreme.

Lance took a deep breath and said with difficulty: "Samuel, can you become a black cat first?"

"……it is good"

The next moment, Samuel turned back into the form of a black cat, lying on his side on the pillow full of velvet, leaning against Lance's cheek, rubbing gently.

Lance lowered his eyes: "Sorry."

The black cat gave a thin "meow", stretched out its small pink tongue, and licked Lance's eyelids, a heavy drowsiness hit him, and Lance fell into a drowsy sleep.

Bo Yun blocked Huiyue again. In the bedroom, Lance was lying on his side with his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling regularly.

The black cat landed on the carpet silently, and turned into a tall man, standing beside the bed, staring quietly at Lance's sleeping face.

He lightly took his hand hanging by the bed, knelt down on one knee, kissed the back of Lance's hand one by one, and whispered lightly.

"Lance...Lance...Lance..."

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