After making money, the husband who abandoned me came back
Chapter 112 The third person
After kissing for a long time, both of their bodies became hot, but in the end Lancelot pushed Yang Yuan away, got up in a little embarrassment and hurried out of the study.
Yang Yuan sat up unhappily, and he also felt very uncomfortable at this time.In fact, this is why he is not happy to stay in the same room with Lancelot now.
When two people stay together for a long time, they will always kiss and hug each other unconsciously.But for some reason, such hugs and kisses always made him feel unsatisfied, and the sudden stop afterwards made him feel extremely empty.
Yang Yuan knew that Lancelot would be fine as soon as he went out, so he sat there a little bored.When he felt a little better, he also walked out of the study, and asked Molière to take him to watch a comedy in the theater.
But Molière refused to agree.He narrowed his eyes dazzled by Yang Yuan's earrings, and said, "Lancelot told me not to take you too far. The theater is three blocks away from us, more than It's beyond the range stipulated by Lance. I can't take you there, or Lance will have to beat me up again."
Molière refused with displeasure.
In fact, he was too happy to play once before, and accidentally walked out of that range, but then they were sent back the moment he sold this range.Only then did Molière discover that they had been in the domain of Lancelot all along.
Later, Lancelot mentioned to him that Fan Luosi's health was not very good, so in order not to let him suffer from the pain, he kept protecting him in his own domain.However, he also told him not to tell this matter, the less people know about it, the better.
Although Molière didn't understand it very well, he kept the secret very carefully.At this time, he didn't tell Yang Yuan about this matter, but said unhappily: "It's always bad for you to find me, and you won't give me something to eat if you make something good. Taking you out to play this kind of drudgery, Instead, come to me."
Then he waved to Yang Yuan impatiently, then turned and left.
Yang Yuan stood there and thought for a while, but then ran back to the house.
So Molière ate Yang Yuan's love noodles that night.
Watching him eat the strange noodles all night with distorted face under Yang Yuan's expectant gaze, Isaac laughed so hard beside him.
Yang Yuan looked at Molière's expression with dissatisfaction and muttered: "How can it be so bad? Lance and I usually eat like this, how can you be so exaggerated!"
Molière rolled his eyes when he heard the words, thinking that you have a sweet bonus, and I am really suffering a critical blow.
He regretted the excuse he gave in the afternoon very much, but the noodles were also made, and he would probably be beaten up by Lancelot if he didn't eat them, so he said angrily: "Thank you so much, make noodles next time Stop thinking about me!"
"Then take me with you when you go to a comedy next time!" Yang Yuan said to him with a smile.
"I won't take you there, crybaby!" Molière wiped his mouth after eating, made a face at Yang Yuan, and ran away, making Yang Yuan so angry that he almost threw a bowl at him.
The atmosphere in the restaurant this evening was as harmonious as usual, and even Melville seemed to have gradually let go of the matter in his heart, and watched the two people mess around for a long time.
In the next few days, Yang Yuan's life became more and more boring, because even Molière, who would usually accompany him to mess around, was captured by Melville to help Lancelot.Of course Molière was very reluctant. Like Isaac, he hated words and books very, very much.But Melville said that if they could find the God's Core as soon as possible, their other companions would be able to wake up like them, and one more person would give them more strength.
After hearing this, Molière really didn't have the face to go crazy anymore, so he locked himself in the library on the third floor with Isaac dejectedly, and started looking for clues about the God's Core together.
Molière flipped through a book without reading it. Of course, he also hoped that his companions would wake up as soon as possible, but he wanted to doze off just looking at the densely packed text, which was of no help at all.
He casually threw the book in his hand on the ground, picked up the book from the side without looking at it, and flipped through a few pages, but suddenly his eyes stopped.
He looked at the picture on the book with some doubts for a long time, and then carefully turned back and forth the surrounding text.Molière read the above text word by word, but his face gradually sank.
Isaac saw that his complexion was not good, so he said to him: "If you get tired of watching it, go out for a while, and come back to watch it later, and you will feel much better."
Molière looked up at the two people present, twitched the corners of his mouth a little stiffly, then got up and went out
But when he reached the first floor, he saw Yang Yuan who was smiling and waving at him, "Molière, come here!"
Molière stared at him blankly for a while, then raised his legs and walked slowly towards him.
Yang Yuan looked at it but was a little anxious. When he came over, he pulled him into the restaurant and said as he walked, "I cooked noodles in another way. Come and taste it, does it taste better?"
Then he pushed Molière onto a chair by the dining table, served him a bowl of noodles.
Molière took a sip and felt that the taste in his mouth was still weird. It wasn't delicious, but it wasn't really bad either.It's just like Fan Luosi, who can't be said to be very likable, but he still likes to play with her.
Yang Yuan lay on the dining table with a smile on his face, resting his chin on his hands and waiting expectantly for Molière's comment, "How is it? Is it delicious?"
Under such gazes, Molière was stunned for a while, and only then did he realize that Fan Luosi's voice was much lower than that of ordinary girls.
Seeing that he didn't eat, Yang Yuan pushed him suspiciously, and woke up Molière who was deep in thought.
Molière, who was awakened, finally frowned and swallowed the whole bowl of noodles, and said vaguely, "It's a little bit more delicious."
After finishing speaking, he left Yang Yuan with a puzzled expression on his face, got up and left in a hurry.
At dinner in the evening, Molière casually asked how Lancelot and Van Rose met.
Yang Yuan raised his hand very excitedly when he heard this question, and said excitedly: "I know this, I know this! Let me answer!"
Seeing this, Lancelot smiled and pushed the plate in front of him a little farther away, fearing that he would be too excited and knock it down.
Then Yang Yuan told all the things he remembered.
In fact, his memory is already very vague, all he can remember is that he went to clean the God's Temple for Lancelot, happened to meet Lancelot who came back early, and fell in love with him at first sight.
Then Lancelot recruited him to live in the temple and gave him the Rod of Glory.
"Then we'll get married!" He leaned on Lancelot's shoulder with a sweet smile, and said to everyone, "In the future, I will give birth to many, many children for Lance, and let the children have many, many children. The house will always be lively!"
After finishing speaking, he turned his head to ask for Lancelot's opinion, "Lance, do you think this is okay?"
Lancelot turned his head to look at the hopeful expression on his face, but he couldn't bear to let him down in his heart, so he nodded and responded softly: "Of course it's very good."
Yang Yuan laughed happily when he heard the words, and put his face on Lancelot's neck, rubbing his face contentedly for a long time.
But Molière, who was across the dining table, looked at the sweet communication between the two of them, but his face was not very good-looking.
After that, Molière began to devote himself to the work of sorting out the information in the books, and it seemed that he was really trying to find the information of the God's Core.He also took the books in the library back to his room and read them all night, trying to find clues as soon as possible and rescue his other companions.
Isaac looked very relieved, but Melville didn't say anything about it.
Then one day, Molière seemed to be tired of the days of burying his head in reading, so he planned to go out to relax.Seeing this, Yang Yuan hurriedly followed him and seized the opportunity to go out to play.
Molière took Yang Yuan with him. Although he couldn't watch comedies, there was a commercial street near the residential area.They can eat a lot of delicious food there, and there are also many places to play.
Yang Yuan had a very happy day. Molière treated him very well today, and he no longer intentionally teased him to make him unhappy. He followed him in everything, and even bought him a lot of delicious food and fun. of.
After playing until the evening, Yang Yuan still felt a little unfulfilled, but he still wanted to go back.Usually at this time, Lancelot is about to finish work, and they usually go to the kitchen to cook dinner together.
But Molière was still reluctant. He held a very delicate doll in his hand and said to Yang Yuan: "If you play with me for a while, I will give you this doll. It's still early, there is no need to be so early go back."
But Yang Yuan is not happy, for him, a doll is of course not as important as Lancelot.So he pulled Molière's sleeve and said flatteringly: "Let's go back, I'm hungry."
"You ate so many snacks today, how could you be hungry now?" Moria said a little unhappy, "If you want to go back, you go back by yourself, anyway, I don't want to go back now."
Hearing this, Yang Yuan looked around and saw many pedestrians coming and going, with a very troubled expression on his face.His memory is not very good now, although he has gone out to play so many times, he can't remember the way back at all.And with so many people here, he was also a little scared, so he turned his head and looked at Molière pitifully, but still refused to let go.
Molière looked at him like this, thinking back and forth in his mind, and then he suddenly said: "Either you kiss me, and I will take you home."
Hearing this, Yang Yuan showed a blank expression on his face.Then he frowned and thought for a while, but said, "I can't kiss you, I can only kiss Lancelot. Molière, take me back quickly, I want to go home!"
When Molière heard the words, he ignored him and turned around as if wanting to go further.Seeing this, Yang Yuan hurriedly followed him, holding Molière's sleeves tightly with his hands and not daring to let go, but began to beg in his mouth: "Molière, take me home! I want to see Lancelot I should go back and make dinner, or Lancelot will be hungry."
But Molière ignored him at all, and just kept walking forward.
Seeing him like this, Yang Yuan felt more and more uneasy.
Molière's footsteps were getting faster and faster, and Yang Yuan could almost only trot to keep up with him.While running, he said, "Molière, can I give you all my food? Don't be angry with me, can you take me home? I want to go home, and I want to see Lancelot." special--"
Morrie could also hear the choking sound in Yang Yuan's tone, he stopped suddenly, turned around and looked at Yang Yuan who had tears on his face.
He stared blankly at him for a while, but then said again: "Then give me a kiss, and I'll send you back."
Yang Yuan wiped the tears from his face with his other hand, looked at Molière with a very serious expression in front of him, he pondered for a long time with a tangled face, finally he gritted his teeth, stood on tiptoe, and touched Molière's cheek Touched lightly.
The soft touch on Molière's cheek disappeared instantly, but it made him shiver slightly.Only now did he discover that there was a faint fragrance on Fan Luosi's body, but it was different from any flower fragrance he had ever smelled. It was faint and sweet.
He stared blankly at the girl who seemed to be very weak and helpless, but his heart was full of twists and turns.
Finally, he suddenly took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed Yang Yuan's arm, and slowly bent down towards Yang Yuan.
Looking at the figure getting closer and closer in front of him, even though Yang Yuan is not very smart now, he is not really mentally retarded.At this moment, he knew very well what the other party wanted to do.He was trembling with fright, and wanted to dodge to avoid it, but the hands tightly clutching his arm left him nowhere to hide.
Yang Yuan closed his eyes tightly in fright, but felt more and more wronged in his heart, and then he couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly burst into tears in front of everyone on the street.
Seeing this, Molière, who was about to kiss him, was also a little dazed by his crying.Seeing that the other party was out of breath from crying and his face was flushed with swelling, he reached out and wiped the teardrops on Yang Yuan's face somewhat at a loss.
But Yang Yuan didn't buy it at all, he raised his hand and slapped his hand away, and continued to cry.
Just when Molière was staring at the red marks on the opponent's arm in a daze, Fan Luosi disappeared before his eyes in the blink of an eye.
After seeing Lancelot, Yang Yuan cried even more sadly.
Lancelot tried hard to suppress the anger surging in his heart, held him in his arms and softly coaxed him for a long time before he calmed down.Afterwards, he still accompanied Yang Yuan to the kitchen to make dinner, and they finished the meal together when they returned to the room.
After taking a shower at night, Lancelot put his arms around Yang Yuan and said to him, "I'll take you to the play tomorrow, and I'll spend another day with you outside, okay?"
Yang Yuan shook his head in his arms, turned sideways and buried his face in his chest, and said obediently: "No, Lance still has a lot of things to do, I can play by myself."
Lancelot looked down at him with an inexplicable expression on his face.
He suddenly stretched out his hand, touched his lips lightly, and then asked, "Did Molière touch your place?"
Yang Yuan blinked his eyes when he heard the words, remembering what he had done this afternoon, but lowered his head with a guilty conscience.Although it was not voluntary, he really wanted to come back and cook dinner for Lancelot, so he had to give in to the evil forces and kissed Molière.
But he also knew that it was wrong to do so. If Lancelot found out, he might be disgusted by him.
So he avoided Lancelot's sight, and said falteringly: "No, no, he didn't dare! I beat him!"
Seeing this, Lancelot didn't continue to ask any further questions, but just lifted his chin slightly, and put his lips stained with lies into his mouth.
On this day, Lancelot kissed him for a long time, and even put his hand into his pajamas.When the opponent's hand was groping somewhere behind him, Yang Yuan shrank back in fear for the first time.
Lancelot kissed the skin behind his ear, and then asked, "Didn't you say you wanted to give me many children? Let's try today, okay? Are you afraid?"
Yang Yuan didn't know what he would do, but he still shook his head and said, "No, I'm not afraid at all when I'm with Lance!"
Seeing this, Lancelot looked at him deeply for a long time, then bent down and kissed his eyes again.
After that, he pulled it aside, put the quilt on his chest, and covered his body.
For Yang Yuan's current body, going through a sexual affair consumed most of his energy.After cleaning his body, he quickly fell asleep in Lancelot's arms.
After coaxing him to sleep, Lancelot looked at him for a long time before getting up and walking out of the room, and found Molière who was standing in the living room with a dejected face waiting for him.
Lancelot looked at the boy who didn't seem to have grown up expressionlessly.
In fact, on the battlefield thousands of years ago, Molière was one of the few comrades-in-arms who he could rest assured to leave his back to the opponent.Others are either too weak or not fully trusted by him.
But today, Molière, who made him willing to give 100% trust, betrayed him.
Morian, too, was visibly disturbed.He stood nervously in front of Lancelot, and waited for a long time but did not wait for the other party to speak.
So he gritted his teeth, and finally summoned up his courage and said to him: "I like her. I have never seen a girl like her. You have so much, Lancelot. You have Melville, You still have Renata. Can you give me Fan Luosi? I know that your oath ring did not really establish the oath."
When Lancelot heard this, his face became even more gloomy.
The existence of the ring of vows is to allow two lovers to stay with each other no matter what happens, and they must never empathize or betray.
And the reason why he didn't complete the ring of oath at the beginning was because the real ring of oath required the bones of two people to be mixed together to make two rings.But he didn't want Yang Yuan to suffer the pain of broken bones.
And he didn't think such an oath had any real meaning.For ordinary lovers, this kind of vow is just a bond.For Yang Yuan now, it is a kind of bondage.If there is a one in ten thousand possibility that Yang Yuan can lift the curse, then without the influence of the curse, Yang Yuan's feelings for him may be difficult to maintain.
At that time, Yang Yuan, who bears the oath ring, how should he regret it!
And his feelings for Yang Yuan, after going through so much, how could it be possible to change again, why should such a relationship be maintained with an oath?
Molière didn't know the real reason for this matter, he just looked at Lancelot stubbornly, and insisted in his mouth: "I like her, I can make a real vow for her, and I can promise to love her forever , take care of her. Even if something unexpected happens one day, the oath ring will allow me to fulfill my promise."
Lancelot didn't want to pay attention to his naivety at all.He reached out and grabbed Molière's skirt, slammed him against the wall, and raised his hand to punch him.
For him, there is nothing in this world that makes him particularly persistent.Even in the war that year, what drove him to the battlefield was nothing more than the sense of mission instilled in him since he was a child.
So Molière can ask him anything he wants, as long as he has it, he is willing to give it to him.
Except one thing - or one person.
The existence of a lover must never be shared.This is an exclusive feeling, and no one is even allowed to covet it.
At this time, in his eyes, Molière is no longer a companion who can fight side by side, but an opponent who wants to compete with him for his beloved—an enemy.
He punched Molière in the face fiercely, not only wanting to destroy his wishful thinking, but also to break his coveting Yang Yuan's guts.If it really doesn't work, he doesn't mind letting him have a taste of dying.
The movement on the first floor soon startled the two people upstairs. Except for Yang Yuan who was still sleeping soundly, Isaac and Melville hurried down.Seeing that Lancelot was beating Molière to death, Isaac hesitated for a while, then rushed forward, trying to dissuade him.
But then he stopped, froze halfway with a strange movement, unable to move, and could only watch Lancelot beating Molière in a daze.
Lancelot didn't stop until Molière was beaten so limply on the floor that he couldn't move.He took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood on his fist, then said in a cold voice, "Don't touch him again."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
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Yang Yuan sat up unhappily, and he also felt very uncomfortable at this time.In fact, this is why he is not happy to stay in the same room with Lancelot now.
When two people stay together for a long time, they will always kiss and hug each other unconsciously.But for some reason, such hugs and kisses always made him feel unsatisfied, and the sudden stop afterwards made him feel extremely empty.
Yang Yuan knew that Lancelot would be fine as soon as he went out, so he sat there a little bored.When he felt a little better, he also walked out of the study, and asked Molière to take him to watch a comedy in the theater.
But Molière refused to agree.He narrowed his eyes dazzled by Yang Yuan's earrings, and said, "Lancelot told me not to take you too far. The theater is three blocks away from us, more than It's beyond the range stipulated by Lance. I can't take you there, or Lance will have to beat me up again."
Molière refused with displeasure.
In fact, he was too happy to play once before, and accidentally walked out of that range, but then they were sent back the moment he sold this range.Only then did Molière discover that they had been in the domain of Lancelot all along.
Later, Lancelot mentioned to him that Fan Luosi's health was not very good, so in order not to let him suffer from the pain, he kept protecting him in his own domain.However, he also told him not to tell this matter, the less people know about it, the better.
Although Molière didn't understand it very well, he kept the secret very carefully.At this time, he didn't tell Yang Yuan about this matter, but said unhappily: "It's always bad for you to find me, and you won't give me something to eat if you make something good. Taking you out to play this kind of drudgery, Instead, come to me."
Then he waved to Yang Yuan impatiently, then turned and left.
Yang Yuan stood there and thought for a while, but then ran back to the house.
So Molière ate Yang Yuan's love noodles that night.
Watching him eat the strange noodles all night with distorted face under Yang Yuan's expectant gaze, Isaac laughed so hard beside him.
Yang Yuan looked at Molière's expression with dissatisfaction and muttered: "How can it be so bad? Lance and I usually eat like this, how can you be so exaggerated!"
Molière rolled his eyes when he heard the words, thinking that you have a sweet bonus, and I am really suffering a critical blow.
He regretted the excuse he gave in the afternoon very much, but the noodles were also made, and he would probably be beaten up by Lancelot if he didn't eat them, so he said angrily: "Thank you so much, make noodles next time Stop thinking about me!"
"Then take me with you when you go to a comedy next time!" Yang Yuan said to him with a smile.
"I won't take you there, crybaby!" Molière wiped his mouth after eating, made a face at Yang Yuan, and ran away, making Yang Yuan so angry that he almost threw a bowl at him.
The atmosphere in the restaurant this evening was as harmonious as usual, and even Melville seemed to have gradually let go of the matter in his heart, and watched the two people mess around for a long time.
In the next few days, Yang Yuan's life became more and more boring, because even Molière, who would usually accompany him to mess around, was captured by Melville to help Lancelot.Of course Molière was very reluctant. Like Isaac, he hated words and books very, very much.But Melville said that if they could find the God's Core as soon as possible, their other companions would be able to wake up like them, and one more person would give them more strength.
After hearing this, Molière really didn't have the face to go crazy anymore, so he locked himself in the library on the third floor with Isaac dejectedly, and started looking for clues about the God's Core together.
Molière flipped through a book without reading it. Of course, he also hoped that his companions would wake up as soon as possible, but he wanted to doze off just looking at the densely packed text, which was of no help at all.
He casually threw the book in his hand on the ground, picked up the book from the side without looking at it, and flipped through a few pages, but suddenly his eyes stopped.
He looked at the picture on the book with some doubts for a long time, and then carefully turned back and forth the surrounding text.Molière read the above text word by word, but his face gradually sank.
Isaac saw that his complexion was not good, so he said to him: "If you get tired of watching it, go out for a while, and come back to watch it later, and you will feel much better."
Molière looked up at the two people present, twitched the corners of his mouth a little stiffly, then got up and went out
But when he reached the first floor, he saw Yang Yuan who was smiling and waving at him, "Molière, come here!"
Molière stared at him blankly for a while, then raised his legs and walked slowly towards him.
Yang Yuan looked at it but was a little anxious. When he came over, he pulled him into the restaurant and said as he walked, "I cooked noodles in another way. Come and taste it, does it taste better?"
Then he pushed Molière onto a chair by the dining table, served him a bowl of noodles.
Molière took a sip and felt that the taste in his mouth was still weird. It wasn't delicious, but it wasn't really bad either.It's just like Fan Luosi, who can't be said to be very likable, but he still likes to play with her.
Yang Yuan lay on the dining table with a smile on his face, resting his chin on his hands and waiting expectantly for Molière's comment, "How is it? Is it delicious?"
Under such gazes, Molière was stunned for a while, and only then did he realize that Fan Luosi's voice was much lower than that of ordinary girls.
Seeing that he didn't eat, Yang Yuan pushed him suspiciously, and woke up Molière who was deep in thought.
Molière, who was awakened, finally frowned and swallowed the whole bowl of noodles, and said vaguely, "It's a little bit more delicious."
After finishing speaking, he left Yang Yuan with a puzzled expression on his face, got up and left in a hurry.
At dinner in the evening, Molière casually asked how Lancelot and Van Rose met.
Yang Yuan raised his hand very excitedly when he heard this question, and said excitedly: "I know this, I know this! Let me answer!"
Seeing this, Lancelot smiled and pushed the plate in front of him a little farther away, fearing that he would be too excited and knock it down.
Then Yang Yuan told all the things he remembered.
In fact, his memory is already very vague, all he can remember is that he went to clean the God's Temple for Lancelot, happened to meet Lancelot who came back early, and fell in love with him at first sight.
Then Lancelot recruited him to live in the temple and gave him the Rod of Glory.
"Then we'll get married!" He leaned on Lancelot's shoulder with a sweet smile, and said to everyone, "In the future, I will give birth to many, many children for Lance, and let the children have many, many children. The house will always be lively!"
After finishing speaking, he turned his head to ask for Lancelot's opinion, "Lance, do you think this is okay?"
Lancelot turned his head to look at the hopeful expression on his face, but he couldn't bear to let him down in his heart, so he nodded and responded softly: "Of course it's very good."
Yang Yuan laughed happily when he heard the words, and put his face on Lancelot's neck, rubbing his face contentedly for a long time.
But Molière, who was across the dining table, looked at the sweet communication between the two of them, but his face was not very good-looking.
After that, Molière began to devote himself to the work of sorting out the information in the books, and it seemed that he was really trying to find the information of the God's Core.He also took the books in the library back to his room and read them all night, trying to find clues as soon as possible and rescue his other companions.
Isaac looked very relieved, but Melville didn't say anything about it.
Then one day, Molière seemed to be tired of the days of burying his head in reading, so he planned to go out to relax.Seeing this, Yang Yuan hurriedly followed him and seized the opportunity to go out to play.
Molière took Yang Yuan with him. Although he couldn't watch comedies, there was a commercial street near the residential area.They can eat a lot of delicious food there, and there are also many places to play.
Yang Yuan had a very happy day. Molière treated him very well today, and he no longer intentionally teased him to make him unhappy. He followed him in everything, and even bought him a lot of delicious food and fun. of.
After playing until the evening, Yang Yuan still felt a little unfulfilled, but he still wanted to go back.Usually at this time, Lancelot is about to finish work, and they usually go to the kitchen to cook dinner together.
But Molière was still reluctant. He held a very delicate doll in his hand and said to Yang Yuan: "If you play with me for a while, I will give you this doll. It's still early, there is no need to be so early go back."
But Yang Yuan is not happy, for him, a doll is of course not as important as Lancelot.So he pulled Molière's sleeve and said flatteringly: "Let's go back, I'm hungry."
"You ate so many snacks today, how could you be hungry now?" Moria said a little unhappy, "If you want to go back, you go back by yourself, anyway, I don't want to go back now."
Hearing this, Yang Yuan looked around and saw many pedestrians coming and going, with a very troubled expression on his face.His memory is not very good now, although he has gone out to play so many times, he can't remember the way back at all.And with so many people here, he was also a little scared, so he turned his head and looked at Molière pitifully, but still refused to let go.
Molière looked at him like this, thinking back and forth in his mind, and then he suddenly said: "Either you kiss me, and I will take you home."
Hearing this, Yang Yuan showed a blank expression on his face.Then he frowned and thought for a while, but said, "I can't kiss you, I can only kiss Lancelot. Molière, take me back quickly, I want to go home!"
When Molière heard the words, he ignored him and turned around as if wanting to go further.Seeing this, Yang Yuan hurriedly followed him, holding Molière's sleeves tightly with his hands and not daring to let go, but began to beg in his mouth: "Molière, take me home! I want to see Lancelot I should go back and make dinner, or Lancelot will be hungry."
But Molière ignored him at all, and just kept walking forward.
Seeing him like this, Yang Yuan felt more and more uneasy.
Molière's footsteps were getting faster and faster, and Yang Yuan could almost only trot to keep up with him.While running, he said, "Molière, can I give you all my food? Don't be angry with me, can you take me home? I want to go home, and I want to see Lancelot." special--"
Morrie could also hear the choking sound in Yang Yuan's tone, he stopped suddenly, turned around and looked at Yang Yuan who had tears on his face.
He stared blankly at him for a while, but then said again: "Then give me a kiss, and I'll send you back."
Yang Yuan wiped the tears from his face with his other hand, looked at Molière with a very serious expression in front of him, he pondered for a long time with a tangled face, finally he gritted his teeth, stood on tiptoe, and touched Molière's cheek Touched lightly.
The soft touch on Molière's cheek disappeared instantly, but it made him shiver slightly.Only now did he discover that there was a faint fragrance on Fan Luosi's body, but it was different from any flower fragrance he had ever smelled. It was faint and sweet.
He stared blankly at the girl who seemed to be very weak and helpless, but his heart was full of twists and turns.
Finally, he suddenly took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed Yang Yuan's arm, and slowly bent down towards Yang Yuan.
Looking at the figure getting closer and closer in front of him, even though Yang Yuan is not very smart now, he is not really mentally retarded.At this moment, he knew very well what the other party wanted to do.He was trembling with fright, and wanted to dodge to avoid it, but the hands tightly clutching his arm left him nowhere to hide.
Yang Yuan closed his eyes tightly in fright, but felt more and more wronged in his heart, and then he couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly burst into tears in front of everyone on the street.
Seeing this, Molière, who was about to kiss him, was also a little dazed by his crying.Seeing that the other party was out of breath from crying and his face was flushed with swelling, he reached out and wiped the teardrops on Yang Yuan's face somewhat at a loss.
But Yang Yuan didn't buy it at all, he raised his hand and slapped his hand away, and continued to cry.
Just when Molière was staring at the red marks on the opponent's arm in a daze, Fan Luosi disappeared before his eyes in the blink of an eye.
After seeing Lancelot, Yang Yuan cried even more sadly.
Lancelot tried hard to suppress the anger surging in his heart, held him in his arms and softly coaxed him for a long time before he calmed down.Afterwards, he still accompanied Yang Yuan to the kitchen to make dinner, and they finished the meal together when they returned to the room.
After taking a shower at night, Lancelot put his arms around Yang Yuan and said to him, "I'll take you to the play tomorrow, and I'll spend another day with you outside, okay?"
Yang Yuan shook his head in his arms, turned sideways and buried his face in his chest, and said obediently: "No, Lance still has a lot of things to do, I can play by myself."
Lancelot looked down at him with an inexplicable expression on his face.
He suddenly stretched out his hand, touched his lips lightly, and then asked, "Did Molière touch your place?"
Yang Yuan blinked his eyes when he heard the words, remembering what he had done this afternoon, but lowered his head with a guilty conscience.Although it was not voluntary, he really wanted to come back and cook dinner for Lancelot, so he had to give in to the evil forces and kissed Molière.
But he also knew that it was wrong to do so. If Lancelot found out, he might be disgusted by him.
So he avoided Lancelot's sight, and said falteringly: "No, no, he didn't dare! I beat him!"
Seeing this, Lancelot didn't continue to ask any further questions, but just lifted his chin slightly, and put his lips stained with lies into his mouth.
On this day, Lancelot kissed him for a long time, and even put his hand into his pajamas.When the opponent's hand was groping somewhere behind him, Yang Yuan shrank back in fear for the first time.
Lancelot kissed the skin behind his ear, and then asked, "Didn't you say you wanted to give me many children? Let's try today, okay? Are you afraid?"
Yang Yuan didn't know what he would do, but he still shook his head and said, "No, I'm not afraid at all when I'm with Lance!"
Seeing this, Lancelot looked at him deeply for a long time, then bent down and kissed his eyes again.
After that, he pulled it aside, put the quilt on his chest, and covered his body.
For Yang Yuan's current body, going through a sexual affair consumed most of his energy.After cleaning his body, he quickly fell asleep in Lancelot's arms.
After coaxing him to sleep, Lancelot looked at him for a long time before getting up and walking out of the room, and found Molière who was standing in the living room with a dejected face waiting for him.
Lancelot looked at the boy who didn't seem to have grown up expressionlessly.
In fact, on the battlefield thousands of years ago, Molière was one of the few comrades-in-arms who he could rest assured to leave his back to the opponent.Others are either too weak or not fully trusted by him.
But today, Molière, who made him willing to give 100% trust, betrayed him.
Morian, too, was visibly disturbed.He stood nervously in front of Lancelot, and waited for a long time but did not wait for the other party to speak.
So he gritted his teeth, and finally summoned up his courage and said to him: "I like her. I have never seen a girl like her. You have so much, Lancelot. You have Melville, You still have Renata. Can you give me Fan Luosi? I know that your oath ring did not really establish the oath."
When Lancelot heard this, his face became even more gloomy.
The existence of the ring of vows is to allow two lovers to stay with each other no matter what happens, and they must never empathize or betray.
And the reason why he didn't complete the ring of oath at the beginning was because the real ring of oath required the bones of two people to be mixed together to make two rings.But he didn't want Yang Yuan to suffer the pain of broken bones.
And he didn't think such an oath had any real meaning.For ordinary lovers, this kind of vow is just a bond.For Yang Yuan now, it is a kind of bondage.If there is a one in ten thousand possibility that Yang Yuan can lift the curse, then without the influence of the curse, Yang Yuan's feelings for him may be difficult to maintain.
At that time, Yang Yuan, who bears the oath ring, how should he regret it!
And his feelings for Yang Yuan, after going through so much, how could it be possible to change again, why should such a relationship be maintained with an oath?
Molière didn't know the real reason for this matter, he just looked at Lancelot stubbornly, and insisted in his mouth: "I like her, I can make a real vow for her, and I can promise to love her forever , take care of her. Even if something unexpected happens one day, the oath ring will allow me to fulfill my promise."
Lancelot didn't want to pay attention to his naivety at all.He reached out and grabbed Molière's skirt, slammed him against the wall, and raised his hand to punch him.
For him, there is nothing in this world that makes him particularly persistent.Even in the war that year, what drove him to the battlefield was nothing more than the sense of mission instilled in him since he was a child.
So Molière can ask him anything he wants, as long as he has it, he is willing to give it to him.
Except one thing - or one person.
The existence of a lover must never be shared.This is an exclusive feeling, and no one is even allowed to covet it.
At this time, in his eyes, Molière is no longer a companion who can fight side by side, but an opponent who wants to compete with him for his beloved—an enemy.
He punched Molière in the face fiercely, not only wanting to destroy his wishful thinking, but also to break his coveting Yang Yuan's guts.If it really doesn't work, he doesn't mind letting him have a taste of dying.
The movement on the first floor soon startled the two people upstairs. Except for Yang Yuan who was still sleeping soundly, Isaac and Melville hurried down.Seeing that Lancelot was beating Molière to death, Isaac hesitated for a while, then rushed forward, trying to dissuade him.
But then he stopped, froze halfway with a strange movement, unable to move, and could only watch Lancelot beating Molière in a daze.
Lancelot didn't stop until Molière was beaten so limply on the floor that he couldn't move.He took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood on his fist, then said in a cold voice, "Don't touch him again."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
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