Master loves me alone [Western Fantasy]

When he met Tan Qiushui, Baritwa had to stop to salute, oh - he knew that this was not someone he could offend.

However, he has never been a person who is good at communication. Although he tried very hard, the result is that he still put on a dry face and said dryly: "Lord Lance."

He swears that this is not what he wants. This mysterious young Lord Lance is really a respectable and admirable holy rank master.

Baritwa didn't know the origin of Tan Qiushui, and only a small number of people in Franks Academy knew of the existence of Tan Qiushui.They only learned from Principal Dempsey that they needed to address Tan Qiushui as Lord Lance.

Only the holy rank is worthy of the title of an adult. Moreover, this Lord Lance is so young, it is difficult to see a second one in the entire ancient continent. I am afraid that he will break through the holy rank and become a god. How can Baritwa not be trembling? ?

"Mr. Baritwa."

Seeing the peaceful expression on Tan Qiushui's face, Baritwa felt relaxed.

Tan Qiushui asked again: "Why are you chasing this child?"

As soon as Tan Qiushui's words fell outside, little Xi Ruier gripped his clothes a little more forcefully, he was in a very nervous state, and was extremely afraid that Tan Qiushui would hand him over.

Asked about this matter, Baritwa seemed very annoyed, and he said to Tan Qiushui: "This damned bastard is my drug test slave. The grateful little bastard ran away, so I came out to chase him..."

Baritwa noticed that Tan Qiushui frowned slightly, and quickly shut up, not knowing what he said wrong.

It is immoral to use people to test medicine, but slaves are not people but an item that belongs to the master, no different from tables and chairs, and they are even cheaper than tables and chairs.

According to the rules of the ancient continent, Baritwa didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.

Tan Qiushui may not be used to this kind of inhuman behavior, but as an outsider of the ancient continent and Frankz Academy, he has no position to interfere.

Baritwa looked at Tan Qiushui quietly, logically, at this point, Tan Qiushui should have caught that little bastard and handed it over to him.

However, Tan Qiushui's behavior completely took Baritwa by surprise, and he only heard the other party say: "Mr. Baritwa, I want this little devil. I wonder if you can give him to me."

Baritwa should have readily agreed to Tan Qiushui's request. After all, he was just a small slave, so insignificant.He could easily find many alternatives.

But Baritwa hesitated.

This little bastard should be the product of the pastor's self-deprecation and intercourse with low-level demons. His physique is very magical, and he is immune to many poisons and drugs. Blood and flesh have special effects. He hasn't studied it thoroughly yet, so he is very reluctant.

He felt that Tan Qiushui seemed to have insight into his reluctance, because Tan Qiushui smiled, and suddenly a white porcelain jug appeared in his hand, and said to him, "How about giving this bottle of fermented rice to Teacher Baritwa?"

Baritwa swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The origin of this Lord Lance is a mystery, and he was regarded as an extremely honored guest by Principal Dempsey as soon as he appeared in Frankez.

He has a unique appearance, an extraordinary bearing, and all the clothes he wears are like things owned by a god. He can solve many difficult things calmly as soon as he makes a move.

Let’s just say that Baritwa was lucky enough to drink this strange bottle of fermented rice at the principal’s place. Once he drank it, he would never forget it, and after drinking it, he felt lost.

This good thing can not only soothe the dark wounds in the human body, but also increase the magic power, which is really coveted.

Barritt said in a low voice, "My lord, this... this..."

Tan Qiushui kept a warm smile, took out another bottle, and said slowly, "How is it?"

Baritwa was so excited that his pale face flushed, he took it hastily, and then said in order to conceal his eagerness: "It is his blessing that Lord Lance sees him, so let him serve you. But my lord, The little bastard is ugly, don't let him scare you."

Tan Qiushui: "Thank you."

Baritwa walked quickly with two bottles of wine in his arms.He happily thought: Although his physique is a little strange, he is just a little bastard, and it would be a good deal to exchange for two bottles of precious divine wine!

Little Cyril was very nervous all the time, his heart was beating violently like a taut cowhide drum being beaten hard.

He pricked up his ears to hear the conversation between Baritwa and Tan Qiushui clearly, and he knew that if Tan Qiushui didn't protect him, he would be finished.

"The bad guy has left, won't you come out, little one?"

A slow voice came from outside, but the other party did not force him to come out.

Winning Tan Qiushui's pity and help is his desperate gamble, but now it seems that he has won the gamble!

Little Cyril gritted her teeth and got out of Tan Qiushui's robe.

Tan Qiushui couldn't see behind him, but he always felt that it should be such a scene: After the jackal left, the leopard cub crawled out of the cave with its ears pricked up...

Too much, in a short period of time, he had too many thoughts because of this child.The relationship between them is already obvious.

After little Xiril stood up completely, Tan Qiushui finally saw his appearance clearly.

No wonder Baritwa called him a little bastard, the kid was a half-breed!

Tan Qiushui saw little Xi Ruier clearly, and little Xi Ruier saw Tan Qiushui clearly, he was stunned, because Tan Qiushui's appearance was different from everyone he had seen.

The uneducated little Cyril couldn't find words to describe it. He just felt that this lord was like a god in the legend. I'm afraid there would be no one in the world who could match his demeanor.

Being stared at by the other party's clear eyes, little Cyril suddenly closed his eyes hard and covered his face with his hands.He is too ugly and a hateful dirty hybrid, will this adult regret saving him!

The child's sudden movement made Tan Qiushui burst out laughing, the appearance of not daring to see others is really endearing.He knelt down, grabbed the child's thin wrist, took his hand off, and asked again, "Why do you close your eyes?"

Little Cyril pursed her lips and said nothing.

Tan Qiushui smiled, and the breath made little Xi Ruier's heart itch.

"You don't need to hide it, you are the most beautiful child I have ever seen." Little Cyril heard the other party say this in disbelief.

Tan Qiushui did not lie. From the perspective of the world, the child is a half-blood, or the most despised priest who represents the light. After the fall, he is a half-blood of the demon race. The wound on his face is disgusting and frightening. It is indeed extremely ugly looks.

However, whether a person is beautiful or not depends on the appearance of the bones rather than the appearance of the skin. According to the appearance of the bones, the child in front of him is indeed a top-notch beauty.

Especially the pair of eyes with different pupils that symbolized mixed blood, the left eye was blood red, and the right eye was golden. The result of the hybridization of a typical demon and a light attribute priest, it seemed that the child was extraordinary.

After hearing Tan Qiushui's words, although Xi Ruier didn't believe it, she slowly put down her hands and opened her eyes.

With that festered face and half-breed eyes, he'd already suffered so much malice that it was hard to expect anyone to like him.

He thought that it was his greatest luck that Tan Qiushui rescued him and then let him go.

He was very dirty, as if he was fished out after rolling in a mud puddle for a few times, and his bare feet were still bleeding.

Tan Qiushui's eyes lingered on him all the time, while little Cyril was vigilant, he couldn't help feeling a lot of embarrassment and inferiority complex.

He is too dirty and embarrassing, and he is not worthy of this lord at all.

But just when he felt very overwhelmed, he heard Tan Qiushui softly say to him: "Would you like to come with me?"

Little Cyril froze for a moment, opened his eyes wide, looking stupid.

He wants to become powerful, but his identity is destined that no one will accept him and teach him.He is a child wandering in the mud, and there is no way to reach the direction of becoming stronger.

The reason why he was caught by Baritwa was also because of his ambition to become a strong man.

And Baritwa abducted him!

But he felt that this grown-up was different.

Xi Ruier looked deeply at Tan Qiushui, he is born to be an adventurous person, there is a crazy factor in his blood, and he will not stop because of one setback.He is even willing to gamble his life on the chance to become stronger.

He decided to follow the adult in front of him, and this was also the luckiest decision in his life.

After he nodded, Tan Qiushui hugged him directly, and little Cyril felt a pair of warm hands supporting his ass.

This feeling is so strange, he has never experienced it before, so that he even felt a little panic!

How could anyone hug him!

Little Cyril writhed impatiently, but suddenly Tan Qiushui lightly patted her ass.

"Don't move around, your feet can't walk anymore, why are you shy?"

Little Xi Ruier didn't dare to move, but the right side of her face was flushed with shame, she obediently lay on Tan Qiushui's chest, and was carried away...

Ms. Crowe: "Instructor Baritwa, the instructor in charge of alchemists and the instructor of witchcraft."

Carl lamented there, Frankz's majors are really complete!It never occurred to him that there were even wizards among warlocks and necromancers under the magician branch. In other places, these two discriminated professions would never teach classes!

Liz noticed, "No, not all, Frankez doesn't have a priest."

Carl thought, really, among all the mentors introduced, there are no mentors who teach the ability of priests, magicians, necromancers, alchemists, alchemists, wizards, knights, warriors, archers, assassins, but there are no priests. .

Joe interjected and said, "Pastor, those are some canaries, all of which are locked in the tower of the temple. Ordinary people can't see them, only noble nobles or adults can see them and get holy blessings."

Carl is now at odds with Joe. He thinks that Joe is trying to show off in front of Liz. How amazing is he?

Carl turned his head and asked Cyril: "Hey, brother, have you seen the pastor?" Cyril glanced at him, and Karl suddenly shuddered, as if he had done something wrong.

"That, Cyril?"

Cyril: "I haven't seen it."

Carl made fun of it, and slandered in his heart: I don't know what's wrong, it's changing from cold to warm, he almost thought he was sitting next to an out-of-control air conditioner.

After introducing the tutors, the principal began to speak to all the students and explain some school prohibitions, such as not wandering outside the dormitory after midnight, for example not entering the forbidden area in the forest behind the school, etc.

But few students take these things to heart.

After the show ended, Cyril, Carl, Liz, etc. walked out together in the crowd. Others saw him with calm eyes and a peaceful expression, talking to Carl and the others just right, and they couldn't predict what he was thinking in his heart.

Cyril was thinking: As expected, he still couldn't let go of Baritwa, and felt physically disgusted when he saw it, so he just got rid of it.

Only Liz glanced at Cyril sensitively, but didn't see any clues.