After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

The skeleton carriage continued along this flat road.

Neither of them spoke, and the surrounding area was also extremely quiet, only the sound of "da da da" horseshoes could be heard.

After walking for a while, Cyril found that something seemed wrong.

This road in the sea of ​​lavender flowers seemed to have no end in sight, and he didn't even realize that there was anything wrong in that period of time.

[System, how long has it been since we entered this sea of ​​lavender flowers just now? ]

Cyril called the system in his mind.

[Half an hour. 】

The system responded.

really.

Obviously only a few minutes passed in his memory.

There is something in this space that interferes with people's judgment.

Cyril turned his head subconsciously, and happened to meet Mr. Scott's playful eyes.

With just one glance, he knew that the other party had already seen it.

Inexplicably, Cyril pursed his lips lightly.

He suddenly remembered what he had seen in the enlightenment book "Strange Creatures Cooking Manual", some creatures like to disguise, and the author recorded in this book a universal spell to break the camouflage.

Cyril stopped the carriage, looked at the quietly blooming lavender, then picked up his wand and waved it.

The soft chant of mantras was like the rustling of the wind.

With the release of the magic power, the lavender plants in front of me disappeared.

And thousands of purple butterflies flapped their wings and flew up, filling the field of vision high and low.

These swaying purple wings are like dots of floating starlight.

I have to say, the whole scene is very beautiful.

However, in the next moment, these seemingly ethereal and weak purple butterflies gathered together as if driven by something, and surrounded the two of them firmly without knowing it.

From a distance, the two seem to be in the middle of a purple storm.

[What is the weakness of these things? ]

Cyril was a little strange while asking the system.

These purple butterflies gave him a weird intuition, not like a living creature.

[You feel good, these purple butterflies are not creatures, but clear water.I don't know which wizard is so leisurely and leisurely, adding a layer of magic power to them, and putting them on the skin of a butterfly. 】Cyril was complaining about the puff pastry wizard, when the system suddenly said: 【No, there is still a real butterfly!Maybe that's the clue! 】Cyril looked up at the densely packed purple butterflies in front of him that looked exactly the same, and gave up the idea of ​​looking for them one by one.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and conjured a rose in his hand.

This is a bright and delicate rose.

The bright red petals are blooming, with crystal clear dew on them.

There is a faint fragrance of flowers drifting away, as if it is tempting visitors.

Cyril looked around patiently.

Not long after, a purple butterfly broke away from the main group, flapped its beautiful wings as thin as paper, and slowly landed on the rose.

A butterfly that was so purple that it was almost dark blue fell on the bright red rose, which looked like a colorful oil painting.

Cyril hesitated for a moment, but still did not choose to kill the butterfly, but just stunned it.

After being hit by a spell, the little butterfly lay down in the middle of the blooming flower.

At the same time, the countless purple butterflies surrounding them suddenly disappeared.

To be more precise, it turned into little drops of water and fell into the field.

Only then did Cyril realize that they were in a huge herbal garden.

It is divided into many different parts, and various herbs are planted, and there are even very rare and rare plants that he has only seen in books.

Not far from this herb garden is a small wooden house with a pointed roof.

The wooden house is also covered with green vines, and dotted with white flowers.

"It seems that you may have discovered the ruins of an ancient wizard."

Brian raised his eyebrows slightly, and said slowly.

Cyril glanced at him and didn't speak, but there was a look of expectation on his face.

A pair of black and white almond eyes shone with curiosity.

"Go and see."

Brian nodded slightly.

When the two reached the front of the cabin, Cyril reached out and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

A slightly old male voice came from inside.

Hearing this voice, Cyril was a little surprised—someone was inside?

"excuse me."

He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

However, inside the door was a very warm and empty living room, and no expected figure appeared.

Cyril stopped and looked around, but still couldn't find the master.

"Huh? Interesting, it's not a wizard?"

The voice came from nowhere and rang in the room.

"No, there's a wizard... wait, it's actually a white soul wizard apprentice and a... disguised alchemy product?"

The sound was erratic.

Due to the suspicious tone, the voice was extremely low, and the ending seemed to be blurred between the lips and teeth.

Cyril didn't hear clearly what the other party said after the wizard apprentice, but Brian beside him darkened his eyes when he heard the words, and his eyes were cloudy, like a dark and dark night.

His forehead twitched uncontrollably, and his whole body was cold and gloomy.

An out-of-control manic depression surged up, and immediately transformed into a tyranny that wanted to be vented.

Cyril quickly felt the abnormality of Mr. Scott beside him. There was a terrifying aura shrouded in the other party, and he panicked for a moment.

Cyril subconsciously reached out and held the opponent's hand.

Brian grabbed Cyril's hand and pulled him into his arms.

Then he lowered his head, put his head on Cyril's shoulder, and took a deep breath on the side of Little Rose's neck, trying to calm down the pain of his soul being torn apart.

The tail ring on the finger has already lit up and started to work.

There was a burning pain like whiplash in Brian's body.

Cyril only felt that Mr. Scott hugged himself very tightly, and the arms around his waist were strong and powerful, as if he was going to rub him into his body.

Feeling the other person's discomfort, he choked for breath, his heart seemed to be pinched by something invisible, and he felt distressed for a while.

Cyril hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand and hugged Mr. Scott, trying to convey his comfort.

Brian paused for a moment, and the gold in his eyes became more intense.

The next moment, he pressed Cyril into the sofa behind him.

Because of this posture, the warm bodies of the two are tightly pressed together, the tips of their noses touch each other, and even their breaths are intertwined.

Cyril's eyelids twitched, and his heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, his heart seemed to be stuffed with countless thumping snare drums, and it was also like countless little rabbits hopping around.

Cyril's breathing became short of breath, his face was on fire.

He had never felt so clearly that something that had been neglected and avoided was about to break out from the bottom of his heart.

Brian looked at Cyril, who was close at hand, and his scorching breath hit his face like a raging heat wave.

In the throes of tearing soul, he wanted to kiss, bit the soft and rosy lips of Little Rose, sucked his delicate and round lips, and devoured everything about him.

"Young people nowadays... really like to make fun of their bodies."

The strange voice that seemed to be the owner of the cabin reappeared, slightly interrupting the lingering ambiguous atmosphere in the cabin.

"Seeing that you found this place, it reminds me of those years... I just wanted to help you... Fortunately, there are still a lot of stocks in stock."

The voice spoke intermittently.

I saw a slender oval fruit slowly floated to Brian's mouth, blocking between the two intentionally or unintentionally.

The whole body of this fruit is pure black, but inadvertently glows with multicolored splendor.

"Eat it if you know what it is, young man."

There was a tinge of disgust in that voice.

Brian raised his eyelids and took a look at the oval fruit. His pupils were already pure black gold.

He sat up slowly, picked up the fruit with his slender fingers and put it in his mouth.

It was bitter, followed by a tongue-piercing numbness.

But when Brian chewed and swallowed the thing, his soul unexpectedly settled down.

This effect is better than the soul stabilizer he has been drinking.

Cyril felt the coercion on Mr. Scott's body fade away like a tide, and he just realized it, and couldn't help covering his face with his hands.

You don't need to look to know that his cheeks must be flushed now.

The heartbeat is still fast, as if overwhelmed.

Something indescribable was quietly hooked out of the chest, strange and eager, making Cyril's limbs go limp, and his whole body was like a biscuit soaked in milk.

Brian twirled the little ring on his finger.

His movements were no longer as easy and unhurried as before, but revealed a trace of inexplicable irritability.

This dryness has nothing to do with the soul that has calmed down.

Brian suddenly leaned over again, leaning on Cyril.

He slowly lifted Little Rose's hand covering his face, clamped his wrist, and put it behind his head.

The cover of the white fingers was removed, revealing an extremely beautiful face.

At this moment, Cyril's cheeks and the end of his eyes were flushed with a beautiful crimson color.

His big almond eyes were wet, as if they were filled with shimmering light, mixed with a little grievance, bewilderment, excitement and a trace of affection that was too late to hide.

It was as if something had turned into water and slowly flowed into the air.

Brian looked at Cyril under him, and suddenly let out a low and unbearable gasp, as if mocking himself.

What do you want to look forward and backward, he is a great necromancer who has always done whatever he wants.

This was his little rose, born to belong to him, and will always belong to him.

Brian pinched Cyril's jaw, and placed a strong and raging kiss on his lips.