Affectionate characters can't collapse [Quick wear]

"What sword?" The man was taken aback for a moment, then continued, "I didn't bring a sword."

Ji Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if you don't bring it."

The two were silent for a long time.

Ji Xingyun was a little embarrassed, he felt the man's overly hot gaze, maybe the impression the other party left on him was too fierce, he felt a little creepy.

As if being stared at by some large beast, his scalp went numb, and even his calves began to tremble.

The dark night added a lot of terror to him.

Moreover, this man stood motionless at the door like a door god, just blocking the moon shining in.

Ji Xingyun gradually got used to the darkness, but he still couldn't see the man's face clearly, so he could only pull out the previous memories from his mind and check with him.

His slightly raised eyes fell slightly, and stopped on the man's neat collar, selectively ignoring his straight gaze.

"you……"

"you……"

The two spoke at the same time and stopped at the same time.

Ji Xingyun coughed lightly and said, "You talk first."

For Ji Xingyun, he is not familiar with this prince, and he has only met twice before.

The first side...wasn't friendly yet.

He not only snatched his sword, but also disturbed his deep sleep.

But fortunately, this is something that will happen in the future, and the current prince does not know that such an intersection will occur between them in the future.

So he doesn't have to be so guilty.

"You haven't changed at all."

The man's voice was dry and low, with a hint of hoarseness.

He asked, "Are you a god?"

"It is said that gods have eternal life, and neither their body shape nor appearance will change, so...you still maintain your previous appearance...are you here to find believers?"

Why can he say such shocking words in such a flat tone?

No matter how big your brain is, you won't come to such a conclusion, right?

Besides, I have nothing to do with God in any way, okay?

Ji Xingyun denied: "I am not a god."

"As for the appearance..." Ji Xingyun touched his face twice, it was full of collagen, soft and delicate, and it felt very good.

"I just... just don't look old!"

The man's face was expressionless, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then he returned to deep and gloomy.

Make it clear that you don't believe what he said.

"Really, believe me, I just look younger. In fact, I'm already, already 30 years old!"

By the end, it was completely speechless.

With the appearance of a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, he raised his white and tender face, and he opened and closed his mouth as if he was very old, but because he didn't look old, he might not look too big on the outside. The change……

Anyone with eyes will not believe what he says

Maybe even a few words of sarcasm, telling him to look in the mirror.

The man thought so, but seeing the young man eager to prove himself, his eyes gradually darkened a little.

It's like he doesn't understand why the boy likes to wear skirts and dress himself up like a little girl since he is obviously not a girl.

He also didn't understand why he had to deny this identity so strongly.

In his opinion, being able to keep youth forever and erasing all the traces left by him in the world made him gain nothing in these seven years, and he couldn't find the slightest trace...

Even those rebels who were captured alive, under torture to extract confessions, could only give a rough idea, saying that he suddenly appeared one day, and was honored to be chosen by the pope to become the servant of God.

Most of those rebels had mental problems. After repeating these words upside down, they began to praise the merits of the Pope, hoping to follow God's guidance and eradicate all the devils.

Appeared out of thin air, unknown to anyone.

Other than that, the man didn't come up with any useful information.

But based on these two points alone, it can be basically concluded that his identity is by no means an ordinary person.

There may be others besides God who can do it.

For example... legendary elves, demons living in the underground world, and other unknown races.

But those mysterious races are not existences that humans can explore.

The man withdrew his thoughts, his eyelids half closed, and whispered: "Well, is that so, no wonder you look so young."

He dealt with it a little perfunctorily, and then changed the subject as if nothing had happened.

He seemed to have noticed the pentagram circle under the boy's feet, and grabbed his arm and pulled it towards him.

When Ji Xingyun was a little surprised and wanted to break free, he let go of his hand in time.

The man signaled Ji Xingyun to look down with his eyes.

Several dark red lines are entangled with each other, and the edges are dim and connected to form a five-pointed star, and there is a circle one circle larger than the five-pointed star on the periphery.

"what is this?"

"The pentagram array is said to be able to restrain demons."

"Restraining the devil..."

Ji Xingyun murmured softly, and his palms couldn't help tightening up a bit.

The man didn't notice Ji Xingyun's abnormality, and continued on his own: "The demons who enter the magic circle will lose all their magic power and become ordinary ordinary people. They can't escape or run away, and they won't disappear suddenly for no reason."

In order for the young man to understand, the man chose a simple metaphor: "If the devil is compared to a bird, then this magic circle is a cage that can trap it."

The man's gaze turned to Ji Xingyun, and he finished speaking in an unclear manner.

Ji Xingyun actually heard a bit of pity in his words.

I don't know what he is pity for.

But his subconscious mind warned him that it's better not to explore too much.

"The spell on the wall, the magic circle on the ground, and the building materials of this house..."

The man frowned, and continued: "Those soldiers probably regarded you as an undead or a witch, and tried their best to control you."

"It's not suitable for people to live in. I'll take you to another place."

Ji Xingyun followed behind him obediently, and the cold moonlight shone on the two of them, making their shadows thin and long.

Ji Xingyun secretly stepped on the man's shadow.

He has played this game since he was a child, and he still enjoys it when he grows up.

The man stopped suddenly.

Ji Xingyun almost bumped his head on his back.

"What's your name?"

"Well... Before asking someone's name, out of courtesy, I really need to tell you my name. My name is Louis Cloche. My father is the leader of the Lorraine Empire. My mother is from a far northern country. I He is their only son and the heir to the Lorraine Empire."

Ji Xingyun originally planned to perfunctory the past, using the name of the fallen nobleman that he had used before, such as Leicester.

Anyway, he used this name to prevaricate many people.

But he just told himself his name so solemnly, Ji Xingyun was too embarrassed to just use a name to deal with it.

"Ji Xingyun, my name is Ji Xingyun."

"...Your name sounds very nice."

"Then...thank you?"

……

Ji Xingyun followed Louis to the house that he thought was strange before.

Not only does it look like a miniature version of that palace, but the structure and furnishings inside are also very similar.

When Ji Xingyun walked in, his mind was in a trance for a moment.

Louis took him to the bedroom on the second floor and turned on the lamp on the bedside table.

Under the warm yellow light, Ji Xingyun saw Louis' appearance clearly for the first time.

The light golden hair was rubbed with fine halos, the azure blue eyes were slightly moist, and his lips were thin, but the lip shape was beautiful, like a prince who came out of a fairy tale.

In fact, Louis didn't look fierce, but his long and narrow eyes were slightly sharp, so he naturally carried some hostility.

This face looked younger than Ji Xingyun remembered.

It's not about being young in appearance, it's about temperament.

The prince sleeping in the coffin is much more mature, the kind of mature who has experienced many things and settled down.

From this point of view, it is not yet time for Louis to fall asleep.

I don't know why he was lying in that palace.

Was it artificially sealed?

Ji Xingyun's eyes were fixed on Lu Yi's face without focus, and his thoughts had gone to nowhere for a long time, and many thoughts were going back and forth in his mind.

Under the boy's direct gaze, Louis' originally calm expression disintegrated a bit, and a thin layer of blush appeared on the base of his ears.

"It's very late, you can sleep here first, if you are not satisfied or don't like it, you can tell me tomorrow."

Ji Xingyun came back to his senses: "Ah... yes, thank you."

Being able to lie on the bed and have a good night's sleep is already something to be thankful for Ji Xingyun now, so there is no dissatisfaction.

The only uncomfortable thing is...the bed is too hard.

It made him ache all over.

Ji Xingyun scratched his hair twice, and sat up irritably.

He also threw the quilt under his body and felt better.

Just when he was drowsy and about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt something stuck in his waist, which made his back ache.

Confusedly, he grabbed two handfuls with his hands, and then grabbed the lingering statue.

Ji Xingyun was speechless.

He half-closed his eyes, yawned and got out of bed, opened the window, and threw out the thing that disturbed his sleep.

This series of actions was done very smoothly.

But when he tried to close the window, his wrist was grabbed.

The cold touch made Ji Xingyun's drowsiness disappear in an instant, and his high energy for getting up also became sluggish in an instant.

"Anyway, it's a god you once believed in. It's really ruthless to treat my idol like this."

A familiar indifferent voice rang in his ears, and the tall man lowered his eyebrows, looking down at the frozen boy.

He slowed down his tone: "I haven't seen you for many years, so you have nothing to say to me?"

Ji Xingyun tried to break free from his control, but he failed several times.

"...What are you talking about?" His voice was dry and hoarse from lack of sleep.

"For example... why did you leave without saying goodbye? Why did you come back suddenly? Whatever, just say what I like to hear."

"Then I guess you don't like what I say."

Ji Xingyun, who was sober, didn't dare to show off like this, and just said what was in his heart without embellishment.

But Ji Xingyun, who was short of sleep, was not afraid of this, he only wanted to sleep now.

Although instinct was still tirelessly warning, Ji Xingyun just ignored it.

"If you don't want to hear it, I won't say it."

The visitor let out a low laugh, and after laughing enough, he slowly said yes.

What happened after that... Ji Xingyun has no memory, and he can't remember clearly

The author says:

感谢在2022-04-3018:58:21~2022-05-0217:38:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: Feiou and Zuoda always like Riwan one;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of mist; 5 bottles of Aliang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!