After saving the world, I became a heartthrob

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" In the sockets of He Chan's eyes, the pure blue spiritual fire representing the eyes was flickering, trembling, and on the top of his forehead, there was an obvious tooth mark.

Not only that, his arms, legs, and even his chest and ribs are densely covered with various tooth marks, and the tooth marks are all the same size. It seems that he was bitten by one person.

"Animals, not humans!" He Chan huddled in the corner, with one leg still held by César, pitiful, helpless, and holding himself wronged.

"Shut up even a bone, beast!" He Chan murmured inwardly, but dared not speak out on the face, and dared not withdraw his legs.

He once tried to run, but after walking ten meters, he returned to the original place strangely, and was tormented by the next round.

Several times in a row, He Chan not only failed to escape, but also had dozens of tooth marks on his body.

In the end, he refused to leave, and let the bewitched César hold him and gnaw him like a bone.

Chew it, I'm just an old bone anyway, can you tear me apart and eat it?

With such a buddhism, He Chan was drowsy, sipping his mouth, and thought to himself that he could just use him as a massage tool, not to mention, it was quite comfortable.

However, when he woke up after a nap, he found that he was still chewing!

Not only gnawing, but also licking with his tongue from time to time, which made He Chan's scalp numb and fearful.

No, do you really treat me like a bone or something?

He Chan put on a blank face, paralyzed in César's arms.Seen from a distance, he could tell from a skull that his life was hopeless.

Can't go on like this!

He Chan suddenly sat up from César's lap.

He remembered that it was because of the energy group he condensed yesterday that César became what he is now.

If he condenses again, will César recover from it?

Try it, no matter how bad it is, can it be as bad as the current situation?

He Chan ruthlessly lifted the mouth of César, who came to his face and was about to nibble his face.

Soon, a small white energy cluster appeared in He Chan's hands again.

In an instant, César, who buried his head in "creaking" He Chan, raised his head and looked at the energy ball suddenly.

There was a daze in his eyes, but soon, rationality was replaced by impulse again. He grabbed He Chan's hand, bowed his head and swallowed the energy ball in one gulp, and half of He Chan's finger was almost bitten off by him.

He Chan: ...

You are not human, but you are a real dog!

Fortunately, He Chan discovered in time that César's eyes were clear for a moment after swallowing the energy ball. This discovery surprised and delighted He Chan.

I didn't complain anymore, and started my own alternative feeding.

After the Nth time of overdraft consumption, César finally stopped moving, and obediently put his head on He Chan's shoulder, which was only left with a skeleton, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

He Chan tilted his head, his body was on the verge of falling, as if he had "bear the weight that this age shouldn't bear".

I'm too difficult.

He Chan held on to prevent César from pressing him down.

This time, Cesare's problem with himself was solved, but a new problem came up again.

"When are you going to sleep!" He Chan looked pained, "You are really too heavy."

He was sure he couldn't wake up, He Chan was numb.

After a while, when his strength returned and he was no longer as weak as after being overdrawn, He Chan tried to get up.

Forget it, great.

With this giant baby on his body, he really couldn't get up.

César slept for another week.

For a long time, He Chan began to consider giving up this avatar.

The only thing he is thankful for is that the skeleton doesn't need to eat, and he doesn't need to reincarnate grains, otherwise, he would risk his life and kill César!

"click..."

The spiritual fire in He Chan's head moved.

He seemed to hear a strange voice.

"Well…"

He Chan:! !

He suddenly raised his head and looked at César, just in time to see César's thick eyelashes trembling twice, and then opened a pair of light blue eyes that were ignorant, confused and clear.

For a moment, He Chan was bewitched by him and stayed for two seconds.

Then the spiritual fire representing his emotions flickered twice.

"Awake?" He Chan said lightly, now, he can no longer treat him with the same caution as his elder brother.

"Hmm..." César held his head, always feeling that something was wrong.

"Can you still remember what happened before?" He Chan asked in a low tone.

César paused and his fingers tightened. For some reason, he heard a threat from He Chan's words.

But what happened before?

Several fragments suddenly flashed through Cesar's mind, which caused a brief blank in his mind.

He...Skull...

César looked at He Chan.

He Chan stared back silently.

The breeze blows, carrying the fishy smell of forest mud.

It rained a lot last night, and many mushrooms appeared on the ground. He Chan's head was covered with a shallow layer of soil because he hadn't moved for a long time. At that time, a small red mushroom the length of a thumb was growing in the soil.

As for César, his eyes stayed on this little mushroom and did not move for a long time.

He Chan didn't know that there were mushrooms growing on his head, but he felt that his eyes were very strange, as if he wanted to give himself an explanation.

César was very conflicted in his heart. He wanted to pick the mushroom on He Chan's head, but he was afraid that the mushroom would wither if he touched it, so he could only bear it silently.

But by chance, He Chan, who was wearing the provocative mushroom, insisted on keeping his head close to him.

Isn't this tempting him to pick it?

"Speak!" He Chan slapped César's arm angrily.

César returned to his senses, hesitated for two seconds, his eyes drifted on the top of his head, and unconsciously said: "It will be evened."

He Chan:? ? ?

No, who is even with you?

I am a victim, what are you talking about with me?

"You bite back and it's even." César said his thoughts.

He Chan: "...I am different from you, I am not a dog!"

Cesar: ...

In fact, He Chan also discovered that he, the fifth apprentice, is easy to talk and more down-to-earth than the other apprentices.

Especially after taking off the cloak and hat to reveal his appearance, regardless of other things, he is really an ordinary young man with some strength and good looks.

"I'm sorry." César apologized sincerely, and couldn't stop looking at the top of He Chan's head.

"...I don't want you to be sorry, I want you to let me go."

He Chan gestured and glanced at his ribs circling his own.

Cizell paused for two seconds before letting go.

He Chan quickly ran away from his arms.

"Also, look at the tooth marks on my body, do you think this can be counted?" He Chan took an inch, stretched out his arm, waved it in front of his eyes, and continued.

"What do you want to do." César said seriously.

"Hey, it's not a big deal, just give me a few more upgrades, and that's fine." He Chan pretended to be generous.

César's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he stretched out his hand to pull He Chan back. Before he struggled excitedly, he whispered in a soft voice with a sense of coaxing a child: "Lie down, and your wish will be fulfilled immediately."

What is lying down?

Still as I wish?

He Chan blushed in embarrassment, and wanted to refute his inappropriate words, but he posted too close, and he was really upgrading himself.

He Chan felt that he would never forget the feeling of improving his strength.

So He Chan quickly compromised and lay in his arms peacefully.

César, on the other hand, looked closely at the mushroom on He Chan's head contentedly. He moved his fingers, but he dared not stretch them over, and could only guard them carefully.

This newborn skeleton family is really extraordinary.

César looked at He Chan's milk-white bones and thought.

Hmm... A picture suddenly appeared in his mind, as well as the sweet smell in his memory.

Seeing He Chan who was knocked into a comatose state by his power, César opened his mouth to say something, but Ha Lazi fell down unexpectedly.

Cesar: ...

Guiltyly, he wiped away the trace of saliva that fell on He Chan's chin, his eyes fell on He Chan's milky white bones, and subconsciously, he swallowed twice.

No.

This is so rude.

César turned his head away, not looking at He Chan.But after a while, he couldn't help turning back again.

"Gudu..."

César looked at He Chan pitifully, the Adam's apple in his throat slid up and down from time to time.

Otherwise, if I give him more energy and then lick a couple of mouthfuls myself, I think he won't mind.

Just do what you say, César, who made up his mind, suddenly increased the output of the power of necromancy in his body, and saw that the spiritual fire in He Chan's pupils suddenly grew stronger, and then the color began to lighten, followed by other parts of his body Changes began to appear, most notably, he was gaining weight.

César was stunned for a moment. In his impression, the Skeleton Race had to go through several stages. After becoming a Skeleton King, they could slowly regain their flesh and blood. How could he...

César was puzzled, but then thought that this skeleton was unusual, so he simply stopped entangled.

That's all.

César's nose twitched twice, as if he smelled better.

That fragrance was sweet but not greasy, fresh and elegant, mixed with a taste that made him feel warm.

Since his death, all he came into contact with were cold undead creatures. César, who was a little repelled from the bottom of his heart, fell into a long deep sleep out of sight and out of mind.

In recent years, I have become sober more frequently.

The first time he woke up, he was accepted as an apprentice for no reason, and found out that the man was a monk from the Eastern Region. He finally became interested, but he disappeared.

And this time, he didn't find that person, but ran into He Chan by accident.

From him, César felt his long-lost desire and longing.

He has no memory of his life. Since he opened his eyes, he has been in the dead of the undead. Like other undead creatures, he cannot experience any emotional fluctuations or other external reactions.

At the beginning, he didn't think there was anything wrong, until he came to the human world and saw humans. César, inexplicably, began to hate himself as an undead, and even other undead creatures.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he also knew that this state was wrong, and he suspected that it might be related to his memories of his life.

However, even if he became the undead monarch, the memories of his life that should have been restored were still blank, as if they did not exist, or were erased by someone, empty.

Even, César found that as soon as he went to the human world, his aversion to undead creatures became even stronger.

This is also the main reason why he has been sleeping.

But this time, not only did the symptoms of wanting to be close to humans lessen, but when he met He Chan, he actually had other impulses.

There is no good or bad for this kind of impulse for the time being, and there is no doubt that César does not hate it.

Or rather, like it?

Looking at He Chan, who was covered in flesh and blood and gradually plumping up, César licked his lips.

With so much meat, he shouldn't mind if I take a bite