After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Cyril looked at the handsome man with a resentful expression in front of him in shock.

Why is the opponent's backlash so natural and smooth? ? ?

He just suddenly appeared in this weird tower yesterday, and he didn't know anything.

"I think there may be some misunderstanding between us."

Cyril sighed, and said tentatively after considering his words.

However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that something was wrong.

Isn't this the first step of a classic scumbag's cleansing - my dear, you must have misunderstood me, she is just my sister...

Brian's narrow eyebrows arched sharply.

He sat up slowly, half leaning on the pillow, and let out a faint chuckle from his nasal cavity.

"Misunderstand?"

The voice is dangerous and gentle.

Cyril hesitated and nodded slowly.

In the next moment, Cyril flew into Brian's arms uncontrollably like a magnet being attracted.

The bodies of the two fit tightly together again.

Brian reached out and squeezed Cyril's chin, forcing him to look up.

Their eyes met, and the tip of their noses almost touched.

"Tell me, honey, what more do you want? I can give you everything you want in the world, except to leave."

Cyril had a headache when he heard the other party's hoarse voice.

So the task of his wizard apprentice grading trial is to deal with a snake spirit?

Cyril thought quickly in his mind.

This man is the only big living person he saw in the entire tower (of course those moving oil paintings are not counted), although he doesn't know why the other party appears in the image of Mr. greatest clue.

It should be to figure out why the two of them appeared here, and then find a breakthrough.

Snake spirit disease clue Brian was stroking Cyril's fair neck inch by inch with his fingers.

His voice became more and more gentle: "Your destination can only be in my arms forever, just like this."

Cyril felt that the other party's eyes were full of paranoia.

As if possessed by a demon, the gloomy handsome face seemed to say - if you run again, your legs will be broken, and then locked up again.

Cyril had a weird face and got goosebumps all over his body.

For a moment, he wondered if everyone in the wizarding world was also influenced by imaginative popular books such as "The Overbearing President's Exorbitant Runaway Wife" and "The Tsundere Admiral's 33 Days of Love".

For a moment, Cyril showed a subtle expression of mental retardation, for fear that the other party would say a classic: "Man, do you know that you are playing with fire?"

However, he quickly calmed down.

A pair of almond eyes rolled around, the end of the eyes drooping slightly, revealing an innocent look.

Cyril asked in an inducing tone as if coaxing a three-and-a-half-year-old child: "Then why weren't you by my side yesterday?"

For a moment, Cyril felt that the other party seemed to be smiling sullenly, and then an overwhelming coercion enveloped him, and he was hugged into the other party's arms again.

It's hard, the fist is hard, can you stop being hands and feet all the time!

Cyril lay in the man's arms aggrieved, and heard the man say in a sullen voice: "You forgot again, you are always like this, complaining in disguise that I am not by your side all the time."

No, no, big brother, I don't, I really don't.

Cyril pricked up his ears and continued to listen.

"You know, in order to be with you, I bear your mother's curse. Every other day, I turn into...a hideous monster..."

Cyril choked up when he heard the words, it turned out that he was still taking the script of Beauty and the Beast.

But this "mother" who didn't appear on the scene really did a good job!

"She also locked us in this high tower, trying to make you see me as a monster and break down... But how could I let her succeed? Of course I won't let you see me like that... ..."

His voice was like a soft whisper between lovers.

Throughout the day, Cyril was under the watchful eyes of the other party.

He felt that he was not like the other party's lover, but more like a prisoner guarded by a dragon.

Even under the other party's dim gaze, Cyril even lost his appetite a lot, and the sweet and pleasant little pudding couldn't make him feel better.

After lunch, Cyril said to this "Scott" seriously: "Maybe you are willing to take me to visit this tower again, I mean, we will live here for a long time, won't we?"

He tried to put on a kind smile.

"Of course, it's an honor."

Brian stretched out an arm to signal Cyril to hold him, and led him to walk from the hall, introducing the various rooms in the tower with noble and gorgeous arias.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, it seemed that Little Rose had been successfully misled.

Cyril looked through all the places again, and at the same time secretly recorded some possible hiding places in his heart.

He guessed in his heart that according to the information disclosed by "Scott" before, as long as he successfully found the other party who turned into a monster, he could leave this tower as his "mother" wished.

When it was time to go to bed at night, Cyril closed his eyes for a while, and finally couldn't help but open them, and said helplessly to the man sitting by the bed: "Don't you need to go to rest?"

Brian leaned down slightly and lowered his head, as if he wanted to put a kiss on Cyril's eyelids, but Cyril quickly turned his head and dodged it.

For a moment, his eyes were filled with a layer of gloom.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be going crazy again, Cyril hurriedly persuaded softly: "You can go to sleep too, I can't sleep even if you look like this, I'm always worried that you can't sleep well."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and rolled them. When he opened them again, he looked weak and worried, and his big almond eyes seemed to be glistening with water.

When Cyril heard the other party humming softly, he just breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the man say slowly and earnestly, "I don't want it."

Cyril's smile gradually disappeared, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

He couldn't help but glanced at the other party quickly, and saw a hint of pleasure on the man's handsome face.

"I'm going to watch you sleep. I'll leave when it's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Tomorrow we'll be apart for another whole day, and I can't bear to leave you like this."

Cyril heard him whispering.

Good guy, let me roll my eyes again.

Cyril closed his eyes, exuding low air pressure all over his body.

For a while, his inner activities were extremely complicated.

How did those romantic people get through thousands of flowers without even a single leaf touching their bodies, let alone surrounded by hundreds of flowers, now that the other party is alone as a little fairy, he is about to collapse!

After an unknown amount of time, Cyril felt the scorching gaze beside the bed finally disappear.

He opened his eyes in a daze to confirm that "Scott" had indeed left, so he fell asleep in peace.

This is the third day that Cyril has come to this high tower isolated in the ice and snow.

After breakfast, he found a sharp knife from the kitchen and hid it in his sleeve.

Then, Cyril carefully explored the possible hiding places along the place he walked yesterday.

However, it was still the same as the first day, exhausting all its energy and getting nothing, not to mention monsters, not even a single hair of a monster.

Cyril found a thick, warm cloak and calf-length leather boots in the next bedroom.

He put on his cloak, put on his boots, and once again walked into the snow and ice.

Outside the tower is like a never-ending cold winter.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the howling cold wind rushed towards the face with ice and snow wrapped in it.

Even though Cyril was covered in a heavy cloak and even his head was tucked into the hood, he still couldn't resist the chill that penetrated into his bones.

He had to use fireball all the time, trying to bring some warmth to himself who was about to freeze.

It is very easy to lose your way in a vast expanse of white snow.

Cyril felt that he had gone a long way.

He raised his head tremblingly, but there was a towering tower in front of him—he seemed to be standing still.

Cyril's heart sank.

He originally thought that the sudden appearance of the cloak was a hint to him, but now it seemed that it was more like an unknown trap.

Cyril returned to the warm tower sleepily.

He drank a cup of thick hot chocolate in the restaurant, and the sweet and thick hot chocolate mixed with fresh milk slipped into his stomach, slowly calming himself down.

A thought suddenly popped up in his mind, it was absurd, but strangely reasonable under the current circumstances.

When the impossible is eliminated, whatever is left, however implausible, is the truth.

Cyril stroked the wall of the cup that was emitting heat, his eyelashes drooping.

If you haven't found another way in a few days, you might as well give it a try.

Before falling asleep at night, Cyril felt depressed when he thought of seeing that weird "Scott" again the next day.

To tell the truth, he would rather deal with a terrifying mutant longhorn boar!

Fourth day.

Cyril woke up slowly, his head was a little dizzy.

There is a feeling of light-headed dizziness as if you have been asleep for a long time.

He found that the thick curtains were closed in the room at some point, and the sunlight was completely blocked by the curtains, making the surroundings dark.

Siril suddenly woke up.

This is not right.

There was no one beside him.

Cyril's eyes gradually adapted to the dim light, and everything around him became clearer.

He saw "Scott" lazily sitting on the soft sofa opposite the bed, staring at him with one hand resting on his chin, as if he was playing with something in his hand, his gaze was treacherous and dangerous.

Cyril remained calm, pretending to have just woken up, and slowly sat up from the soft quilt.

As soon as he moved, he discovered the problem.

There was a thin silver ring on his bare ankle.

The silver ring is dotted with many crystal clear beautiful crystals inlaid in the shape of roses. It is very exquisite, but it is still impossible to get rid of it, which is the symbol of his imprisonment.

The silver ring is locked with a thin silver chain.

The silver chain was long and fell to the ground quietly.

Cyril looked along the silver chain to the other end bit by bit, and found that it was exactly what "Scott" was fiddling with.

He frowned, feeling that the situation had suddenly escalated.

The enemy does not move, I do not move.

Cyril held his breath and looked at "Scott" for a moment.

One of his hands sneaked under the pillow, touched something, trembled slightly, and stopped moving.

Probably thinking that Cyril's silent reaction was very interesting, Brian stood up and walked to the bed with long legs.

He stretched out his slender, well-knuckle hand to hold the eye-catching silver ring on Cyril's fair and lustrous ankle, smiled slightly, and said, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Don't talk to perverts.

Cyril looked at him without saying a word.

The handsome man raised his eyebrows, and said to himself: "I warned you yesterday, my dear, don't try to escape. But you are so stubborn, I can only lock you up."

He laughed a few times in a low voice, the laughter was dark and cold, like a poisonous snake spitting out a snake letter.

Brian made a wounded appearance, leaned over to Cyril, his voice was so low that it almost whispered: "How can you leave me? Am I not good enough for you?"

Well you big headed ghost ah.

Cyril pursed his lips and blinked.

He now understands that that set of equipment for going out might be deliberately released by the other party to mislead him...

Cyril looked at the handsome face of the other party who was close at hand, took a deep breath, and resisted the urge to punch him in the face.

He stared straight at "Scott" with a pair of almond eyes, and gave him a sweet smile.

Then, Cyril took the initiative to snuggle into the man's arms, hooked his neck with both hands, and made a look of hesitating to speak, as if he wanted to get closer to kiss him, but was too shy to make the next move.

Brian was stunned for a moment, feeling the entanglement of Little Rose's sweet breath, and his heart itched.

In the next moment, there was a sharp stabbing pain in the neck.

Cyril pinched the handle of the knife expressionlessly, and stabbed it hard into the side of "Scott"'s neck.