After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

The skeleton carriage continued along this smooth road.

Neither of them spoke, and the surroundings were very quiet, except for the sound of "da-da-da" hooves.

After walking for a while, Cyril realized that something was wrong.

This road in the sea of ​​lavender flowers seems to have no end in sight, and he didn't even realize that something was wrong in the period just now.

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

Cyril called the system in his head.

[Half an hour. 】

The system responded.

Sure enough.

In his mind, only a few minutes passed.

There is something in this space that interferes with human judgment.

Cyril turned his head subconsciously, just in time 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 slightly.

He suddenly remembered what he had seen in the Enlightenment book "Strange Creatures Cookbook", some creatures like to disguise, and the author recorded in this book an omnipotent ability to break disguise spell.

Cyril stopped the carriage, looked at the quiet blooming lavender, and took his wand and waved it.

The soft chanting of the spell is like the rustling of the wind.

With the release of magic, the lavenders in front of me disappeared.

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

These fluttering purple wings are like little stars swimming.

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

However, in the next moment, these ethereal and weak purple butterflies gathered as if driven by something, and unknowingly surrounded the two of Cyril.

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

[What is the weakness of these things? ]

Cyril asked the system, feeling a little strange.

These purple butterflies gave him a very strange intuition, not like living creatures.

【You feel good, these purple butterflies are not creatures, but clear water. I don't know which wizard is so leisurely, adding a layer of magic to them, and approving the butterfly's skin. 】 Cyril was complaining about the lasagna wizard, when he heard the system suddenly say: [No, there is still a real butterfly! Maybe that's the clue! 】 Cyril raised his eyes and looked 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.

He suddenly 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, and there are crystal clear dewdrops on them.

There is a light floral fragrance that seems to spread out, as if tempting visitors.

Cyril looked around patiently.

It didn't take long for a purple butterfly to leave the group, flapping its beautiful wings as thin as paper, and slowly landed on this rose.

A butterfly that was so purple and 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 only stunned it.

The little butterfly was hit by the spell and lay in the middle of the blooming flower.

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

More precisely, it turned into a little water droplet and fell into the field.

Cyril then realized that they were in a huge herbal garden.

It is divided into many different parts, planted with various herbs, and even 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 hut 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, but did not speak, but there was a look of anticipation on his face.

A pair of black and white apricot eyes sparkled 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.

"Come in."

A slightly older male voice came from inside.

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

"Excuse me."

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

However, there is a very warm and empty living room inside the door, and no figure appears as expected.

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

"Huh? Interesting, not a wizard?"

The voice came from nowhere and rang in the room.

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

The sound was erratic.

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

Cyril did not understand what the other party said after the wizard apprentice, but Brian beside him heard the words, his eyes darkened, his eyes darkened, like a dark and dull night.

His forehead jumped uncontrollably, and his whole body was cold and sullen.

A kind of out-of-control manic-depressive mood surged up and immediately turned into a tyranny that wanted to vent.

Cyril quickly felt the abnormality of Mr. Scott around him, a terrifying aura shrouded him, 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, took a deep breath on the side of Little Rose's neck, trying to calm the pain of his soul being torn apart.

The tail ring on the finger has lighted up and started to function.

Brian's body felt a burning pain like a whip.

Cyril only felt that Mr. Scott was hugging him tightly, and the arms around his waist were strong and powerful, as if rubbing him into his body.

Feeling the other person's discomfort, he choked his breath, his heart seemed to be pinched by something invisible, and there was a burst of distress.

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

Brian's body froze for a moment, and the golden color in his eyes became richer.

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

Because of this posture, the warm bodies of the two were closely attached, the nose tips were touching, and even their breaths were intertwined.

Cyril's eyelids twitched and his heart thumped.

At this moment, he felt like there were countless banging snare drums in his heart, and it seemed like there were countless little rabbits hopping around randomly.

Cyril was breathing rapidly, his face burning.

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

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

In the throes of tearing soul, he wanted to kiss, biting the soft rosy lips of the little rose, containing his delicate and round lips, and swallowing everything from him.

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

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

"Because you found this place, it reminds me of the past...I just wanted to help you...Fortunately, there were still a lot of stocks before."

The voice said intermittently.

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

This fruit is pure black, but inadvertently glowing with colorful splendor.

"If you know what to eat, eat it, young man."

There was a hint of disgust in this voice.

Brian lifted his eyelids and glanced at the oval fruit, at this time his eyes were already pure black gold.

He sat up slowly, his slender fingers pinched the fruit and put it into his mouth.

It was bitter, followed by a tingling sensation in the tongue.

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

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

Cyril felt the pressure on Mr. Scott fading like a tide, and then he reacted, and he couldn't help covering his face with his hands.

You don't have to look to know, his cheeks must be flushed now.

The heartbeat is still fast, as if overwhelmed.

There was something indescribable in the chest that was quietly hooked out, strange and eager, making Cyril's limbs weak, and his whole body was like a cookie dipped in milk.

Brian twirled the ring on his finger.

His movements were no longer as smooth 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 down again and supported Cyril.

He slowly picked up Little Rose's hand covering his face, clamped his wrist, and buckled it behind his head.

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

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

It seemed that something turned into water and slowly flowed in the air.

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

Whatever you want, he is the great undead wizard who always does whatever he wants.

This was originally his little rose, it belonged to him by nature, and it will always belong to him.

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