Leopard of another world

Lance was awakened by Samuel's kiss.

The forehead, the tip of the nose, the chin, and the cheeks seemed to be gently slid by feathers, and countless kisses fell densely. Lance flapped his eyelashes and opened his eyes, falling into a deep and gentle dark purple mirror.

Samuel's pupils were full of Lance's lazy sleeping face.

"Didn't sleep all night?" Lance stretched himself, feeling refreshed.

"I squinted for a while when I was sleepy, and wanted to look at you." Samuel rubbed the tip of his nose against Lance's cheek, and squeezed his wrist when he was pushed away by the other party.

"What?"

Seeing Samuel looking at the back of his hand over and over again, Lance couldn't help but speak, and Samuel gave him a chuckle.

He leaned down and kissed the back of his hand reverently: "It's okay, I just can't believe it, the dream I've had for so long has actually come true."

"Tsk." Rolling his eyes, Lance thought that being a man was oppressed and he couldn't say anything, but seeing Samuel's happy face, it was hard to express the depression in his mouth, so he could only snort.

The bedroom became quiet for a while, and both Lance and Samuel enjoyed the warm atmosphere. The two lay quietly under the quilt, hugging each other, feeling each other's body temperature.

Suddenly, Lance spoke.

"Samuel, let's re-establish the soul contract."

Samuel opened his eyes: "Huh? Do you want to establish a contract again?"

Lance nodded slightly: "Yes, if you run away after eating, with your ability, without the contract, I can't find you."

Samuel smiled and said, "Actually, I'm more afraid of you running away."

Lance snorted lightly, "Are you sure?"

"I wish for it." His chest trembled slightly, and Samuel's deep laughter reached Lance's ears, and the exhaled breath tickled his neck.

Lance closed his eyes and felt Samuel holding his hand, muttering something. After a while, a warm current came from the tightly clasped hands. Feeling spread, opened his eyes, a pair of black and white wing patterns reappeared on the skin, and gradually disappeared as the heat disappeared.

The big stone in Lance's heart suddenly fell to the ground. For some reason, he felt relieved. He stared at the back of his hand until the wings disappeared. With a slight tremor behind his back, the gray wings spread and covered the two of them.

Samuel reached out and touched Liangrou's feathers curiously: "When did you press such a thing?"

Lance plucked a feather and sighed: "During the festival of the gods, it was inexplicably long. I thought it would have disappeared."

"So this was originally yours?"

"No." Lance frowned and looked at his wings: "Well, I don't know, the point is not this, the point is, can you get rid of it? Carrying such a pair of wings all day long Gray chicken wings are just plain silly."

Samuel stretched out his hand and pinched it up and down along the bone. The rich distribution of nerves on the wings made Lance keenly feel the trembling feeling of the opponent's fingers across every feather. This provocative caress made him a little short of breath. .

After a while, Samuel withdrew his hand and said solemnly: "I can't get rid of it. These wings are indeed stretched out from your body. You can't take them off unless you cut them off." After finishing speaking, he hugged Live Lance: "Keep it, it looks good, don't you like it?"

Lance hesitated for a while: "I don't like this color, as for cutting it off..." He shuddered: "Forget it."

Withdrawing his wings again, Lance's temples throbbed violently when he remembered what happened at the God's Ceremony before. He thought the Church of Light was too simple and pure, or he was too conceited of himself, thinking that he and the power behind him were enough Self-preservation, this kind of blind self-confidence finally made him fall hard. Fortunately, except for an extra pair of gifts on his back, he didn't make any major mistakes. , is still very interesting.

His eyes darkened, and he let out a breath slowly.

The church gave him such a big "surprise", if he didn't reciprocate, he wouldn't be Lance.

Turning over and getting out of bed, Lance put on his clothes slowly.

Samuel half propped up his body to reveal his bare/naked chest, watched Lance's movements without hesitation, and suddenly asked, "Do you still hate my appearance?"

Lance stopped and thought for a while: "I really don't like the appearance." Touching his chin, Lance smiled maliciously: "Or, this appearance makes me sick."

Lance, who was entertained by Samuel's unhappy face, smiled gracefully: "But, I like you, little leopard." Bending down and giving Samuel a hug, Lance looked sincerely: "You are not him, After understanding this, I will try my best to control my temper and stop making those willful anger, which is good for you or me."

"Try your best?" Samuel narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction.

Lance shrugged: "Oh, there must be a process, doesn't it? I mean, psychological shadows can't be eliminated with a glass of wine."

Samuel stood up, got dressed, and straightened the hem of the cloak for Lance: "I'm curious about what happened to you before, so that a guy like you who rarely cares about things has lingering fears."

Lance lowered his eyes and smiled: "You don't want to know, it is really a bloody and tragic past, if it is written into a book, it will definitely sell well, but as the first person to ask me this question ,I can tell you."

Samuel sat down, crossed his legs, and listened attentively.

Lance sat down opposite him: "I used to be a warehouse keeper, responsible for taking care of the boss's heirlooms. At the same time, I have a lover who is the boss's most capable subordinate."

"Lover?" Samuel raised his eyebrows and snorted.

Lance turned a blind eye and continued on his own: "Although I know now that he is a complete bastard, at that time, I really loved him, no different from a stupid pig who was dazzled by love, and he didn't care about anything. Don't hide anything, including my work."

"Then?"

"Then I was in tragedy." Lance shrugged his shoulders flatly: "That bastard stole the treasure of the boss in the warehouse, severely injured me, and led a group of confidants to seize power. After the power struggle failed, he moved to another company. The chaos was booming. The boss said, since I was not in charge, let me take care of the lost treasure, so I brought a few thugs to go directly to him, and then, you know, I was He was arrested and imprisoned in his home."

"So you hate him?"

Lance smiled: "If it was just like that, I wouldn't hate it to the point where I am now. You know, when I went to him to reason, I even foolishly thought that he still had feelings for me. As a result, this ridiculous fantasy was shattered by his own hand, what I went through during the imprisonment, what he said, you will never want to know."

Samuel was silent. Although Lance said these words calmly, he knew that those past events must be the most unbearable wound deep in Lance's heart, festering and bleeding.

He hugged Lance silently, hugging him tightly.

Lance hugged him back and continued softly: "Later, I was tortured to the point of going crazy, or I couldn't tell whether I was crazy or he was crazy. In short, when I almost collapsed, I escaped Fortunately, I escaped. At that time, if I couldn’t escape, I would definitely commit suicide. After escaping, I returned to the boss’s place, where I was under strict protection, and my body and spirit began to gradually recover.”

"Stop it." Samuel covered Lance's face: "You look like you're about to cry."

"Why don't you say it? It's so hard to tell it. It's a pity not to finish it." Lance shook his head and said with a smile: "Later, every time the boss's business plan was inexplicably known to him in advance, the boss suspected that someone in the company leaked information, and A subordinate he reused suggested that the traitor was me, so I was put under house arrest in a disguised form. I was really unlucky at that time, but I didn't expect that the worse luck was yet to come. Then one day, most of the company's confidential documents suddenly disappeared , when the boss was investigating, that bastard suddenly broke into the boss's company with a group of people, and the two sides fought. Only then did I know that the real traitor was the subordinate who framed me, and I was just used by him to divert attention A tool, this time he came to rescue the spy who made great achievements and took away the rest of the important information in the chaos, but I was unlucky, I ran into that firefight, innocent people were affected, and I was clicked. I don't know who the killer was."

"The whole thing is probably like this. Fortunately, I didn't die completely. I survived in another place, and then I was dragged to Deknis somehow, and I became a demon king for no reason."

Lance stood up and stretched his waist: "Applying the words of the place where I lived later, I used to be very stupid and naive. During the process of being abused, I was very pornographic and violent. Fortunately, I basically look away now, and there is no need to be passed away. The uneasy tormented by that little thing."

Samuel: "Then you don't hate now?"

Lance smiled: "Hate, why don't you hate, but I can neither kill it back nor forget it, I can only hate it. Well, it's enough to say the disappointing thing once, if you love me, let me do it more in the future." Just hit your face with two punches and let it out."

Samuel's stern expression finally eased, showing a smile: "Okay. Let's go out and eat something."

Lance and Samuel walked to the door hand in hand, opened the door, and Derek, who was leaning against the door panel, hit the ground with a thud.

Lance: "..."

Derek got up: "Hey, how is your majesty resting?"

Samuel squinted, revealing a hint of killing intent: "How long have you been listening?"

Derek stepped back in an instant and hid behind the bloody orc Simon one meter away: "Not...not long, Your Majesty, Simon and I just came here to report something. I heard the sound of you putting on your clothes. go in."

Lance laughed slowly, with half of his face hidden in the shadows: "So you basically heard everything?"

"No, no, no, I really didn't hear anything!" Seeing Lance's smile brighter, Derek was sweating, and hurriedly changed the subject: "By the way, Your Majesty, we found that there is something wrong with the magic pool. Wen said it would be best for you to take a look."

Lance's expression was serious, and he took a step, followed by Samuel.

"What happened?"

"This...is not easy to say." Derek hesitated.

"The liquid in the magic pool is decreasing." The silver-haired orc who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke, briefly and simply.

"Reduce?!" Lance paused, then speeded up and strode forward.

As the place where the demon kings of the past dynasties created the souls of their subordinates, the importance of the magic pool is immeasurable. Once it decreases, the problem will become serious.

The four arrived in a hurry, and as soon as they stepped into the house, Lance saw the dry bottom of the magic pool, his head buzzed, and he almost couldn't stand still.

Even Samuel was stunned: "The liquid in the magic pool has evaporated?"

He turned his head and looked out the window. The meteorite had completely stopped falling, which meant that the magic pool had been digested.

Alice, who was staying by the edge of the magic pool, came up to her and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, the butler Kevin said that Deknis no longer needed his strength, so he went to the Eden Realm to investigate. The magic pool is a big deal. But Xiao Xiao, as long as you can get another pool of magic liquid, pour it in and it will be solved, and you can figure out the rest."

The corner of Lance's mouth twitched: "What do you mean by pouring it in and it's solved?! Where can I get the magic liquid! What do you mean by doing the rest?!"

Alice shrank her neck: "Well, Your Majesty is omnipotent and can always make magic liquid. As for the rest..." Alice pointed to the corner behind Lance: "I just let you figure it out mean."

Lance turned his head angrily, and when he saw it, his brain buzzed, and he almost twitched again.

In a corner that has been ignored since entering, a black-haired, black-eyed man in black armor sits on the back of a skeleton pterosaur, holds an epee, and looks at him silently.

That person has a face exactly like Evan's.

"He... who is he?" Lance trembled as he spoke.

Alice gave Lance a sympathetic look: "Your Majesty, the butler Kevin said that there seems to be something wrong with the magic pool digesting the soul of the holy knight of light, although Deknis is indeed supported by the soul power of the converted holy knight. But a small piece of that knight's soul has absorbed the liquid of the entire magic pool and became your subordinate. He is probably now—the dark dragon knight? Because he absorbed the liquid, his power is very powerful, but given that he was With a complicated identity, it is impossible to determine whether there is a potential danger, so Butler Kevin asks you to handle it yourself."

Lance felt as if his whole body had been struck by lightning, and it took him a long time to recover: "He's a new subordinate? So doesn't he have all the memories of his previous life?"

Alice: "I don't know, you can ask him."

At this time, Dark Evan turned over and got off the back of the bone pterosaur, walked up to Lance, knelt down on one knee silently, and performed the allegiance ceremony of a dragon knight.

Samuel narrowed his eyes, condensed out a black sword, and swung it at Dark Evan.

Dark Evan's epee held Samuel's black sword, and then stood up without any counterattack. He just quietly walked behind Lance and stood still, with his bone wings slightly retracted, like a loyal bird. lone wolf.

Langston felt dizzy all of a sudden.

A few days later, Lance discovered that this dark dragon knight who looked exactly like Evan was a fool.

Born from a scrap of soul absorbing the liquid of the magic pool, it has no memory ability, no thinking ability, no language ability, and the only thing it has is the instinct of subordinates, the will to protect the master.

Wherever Lance went, he followed him silently, like a shadow, unable to understand any orders, and would only follow the most primitive will.

"I feel bad now." Lance couldn't help complaining to Samuel: "Even when I go to the bathroom, someone is watching me, it really tests my endurance."

Samuel feels worse, there is a ghost-like dark Evan behind him, and he and Lance have a deep physical and spiritual dual communication, and they can't enjoy themselves.

Looking at the dark Evan standing behind Lance, Samuel raised his eyebrows and snorted softly: "It's okay to be stupid, save yourself from robbing me."

Dark Evan didn't respond at all, still standing upright without moving his hair.

Samuel suddenly felt bored.