After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

What does it feel like to kiss?

Cyril was completely crushed on the sofa, feeling the wet and hot touch on his lips.

Feeling the fabric between them, Mr. Scott's tense muscles exuded a scorching heat, as if to iron him.

The other party held his lips possessively and kissed him deeply.

Cyril was forced to open his mouth and let the man **** the sweet saliva from his mouth, the sly tongue licking restlessly, rolling away the sticky silver thread that hooked out.

The pounding heartbeat exploded in my ears.

The subtle electric current rushes all over the body instantly.

The scorching breath is like a raging heat wave.

Cyril's lower back trembled uncontrollably.

He subconsciously closed his eyes.

Unfortunately, he didn't know how tempting he was at this moment.

If Cyril opened his eyes, he would be able to see, Brian's deep gaze that looked like a ferocious beast.

desire.

The handsome man's repressed breath was like the flames of a prairie prairie, burning Cyril's white earlobe to a crimson.

After Cyril's vision was closed, the touch from his lips was infinitely amplified.

The pace of time seems to be slowed down by something, so slow that every detail is particularly clear.

Cyril let out a small whimper.

However, before the voice came out, it was swallowed by Brian, gentle and strong.

Even the ending has changed its tone, like a helpless begging for mercy when she is in love.

Cyril opened his eyes suddenly.

His eyes were moist, like morning dew rolling on rose petals.

As soon as Cyril opened his eyes, he looked into Brian's dark eyes.

Brian slightly released his hands on Cyril's head.

His slender fingers interspersed between Cyril's fingers and became interlocked.

Cyril felt that some emotion turned into a heat current, slowly and enthusiastically filled his limbs and bones, and finally filled him overwhelmingly.

After a while, his rosy lips were finally let go, and the delicate lips trembled slightly.

Feeling the scorching breath continuing to slide down, Cyril instantly became nervous.

“…”

An owl appeared silently in the room.

It couldn't help but fall into contemplation when it looked at the scene in front of it, feeling that the wheel of the car was pressed directly from its face.

"Cough Cough! Cough Cough! Cough Cough..."

The owl opened its mouth, and suddenly there was an earth-shattering coughing sound in the room.

As if a frail old man was coughing and nearly fainted.

Cyril then remembered that there was another person in the room who did not know if it was the owner of the cabin.

He opened his eyes suddenly and pushed Mr. Scott away.

Feeling the warmth of the body in his arms away, Brian paused for a moment, and then a flash of gloom and tyranny flashed in his eyes for a moment.

When Cyril sat up, he saw an owl with iridescent feathers squatting on the round table in front of the sofa.

The color of this feather is obviously too colorful for an owl, and it is very eye-catching.

At this moment, this owl's round black eyes stared straight at Cyril and the two.

For some reason, Cyril felt that he saw the silent condemnation of "the world is getting worse" in the eyes of this owl.

He bowed his head in shame.

Brian looked at the owl indifferently, even a little condescending due to his location.

"What's your advice?"

He spoke lightly, in a calm tone, slightly impatient, but not offensive.

"Young people today!"

Owl criticized bitterly.

Cyril looked at the owl nervously.

He estimated that this owl represented the will of the owner of this cabin.

At this time, Cyril was sitting very well, with his hands on his knees, posing as if he was listening carefully to the teachings.

"Humph! I think Brewster and I were much closer than you back then!"

The owl raised its head.

Cyril: "...?"

However, the name seems familiar?

Where did he seem to have seen him?

Brian wrapped his arms around Cyril's shoulders, and his arms naturally slid down to his waist.

He glanced at the owl and said lazily: "Then where is this Brewster senior?"

Owl choked.

Sure enough, such a lunatic who will use his own body to do alchemy experiments is unreasonable, and it is a pain in the ass!

Thinking of Brewster's expression lowered his expression.

"We just had a fight, Brewster went out to relax...I planted him such a large herb garden that he likes, he will be back soon..."

The owl muttered, as if comforting herself.

Cyril heard its somewhat lost voice, and couldn't help but change the subject: "Excuse me, who are you?"

After the unexpected kiss just now, Cyril now has countless complicated thoughts circling in his mind, and various emotions are constantly mixed and collided.

But facing this ancient wizard, he had to suppress his various thoughts first.

Cyril tried to gently push away Mr. Scott's hand around his waist, but the other party was like a solid copper wall and couldn't break free.

He had to endure the scorching temperature on his waist, and explained: "We are wizard apprentices who participated in this grading trial, and I am very sorry to break into here..."

Seeing the owl's puzzled look, Cyril explained how they got here in as concise a language as possible.

"...It's been three hundred years."

The owl was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"My name is Tours Auger, and this is my and Brewster's home."

Owl paused for a while and continued: "...Then Brewster and I had a quarrel, and I kept waiting for him to come back, until my body couldn't bear it anymore, and I could only put a ray of my will into it. On my elaborate owl."

"This owl is usually asleep, and only wakes me up when someone enters the house."

Tours Auger's voice was a little low, and he repeated: "...It turns out that three hundred years have passed."

Cyril was stunned, and he saw tears glittering in the owl's eyes.

For a time, a subtle emotion appeared in his heart.

This ancient wizard has been waiting for someone who will not go home for so many years...

What awe.

Tours Auger was silent for a moment, as if he had made a decision.

It looked at Cyril and said slowly: "I know, the inheritance of the wizard continent. Since you have found my... Ruins... I will give you some benefits, but you also I need to help me with one thing."

Owl glanced at Brian and snorted.

"Especially you! Do you know how bad your body is now?"

Cyril turned his head sharply to look at Mr. Scott beside him.

Mr. Scott is in bad shape? ?

He didn't see it at all.

Cyril couldn't help but pursed his lips, feeling an inexplicable guilt and worry in his heart.

In retrospect, Mr. Scott has been very kind to him.

Bring him to the wizarding continent, take care of his preferences, patiently teach him undead magic, and even risked danger to capture abyss creatures, just to remove the abyss pollution on him.

Obviously the other party can completely ignore their own…

Cyril wanted to open his mouth to say something, but it felt like a sponge was rising in his throat.

He didn't know that the other party had been enduring physical pain. Maybe there was a clue before, but he ignored it...

Maybe Tours Auger will say something else, which involves Mr. Scott's secret, and Cyril doesn't know whether he should avoid it or not.

However, just as he thought of getting up and leaving, the arms around his waist tightened.

Brian's profile is still astonishingly cold and handsome.

He frowned and said nothing, the emotions in his eyes were dark and unclear, and his aura was suddenly terrifying.

Cyril hesitated for a moment, then quietly hooked the other's hand on his waist.

Touched gently and comfortably, like the breeze blowing a cute little rose, the soft petals lightly touched the leaves beside.

Brian raised his eyebrows, turned his head nonchalantly, and looked at Cyril.

The coldness in his eyes seemed to be slowly melted away by something.

"Good thing you met me!"

The owl thought it was the other party's soft clothes, and said with a little pride.

"It was a little messy, but I was able to fix it."

"That's your trouble."

Brian showed a reserved and polite smile, very hypocritical.

His tone was slow, with an old aria.

The owl glared at Brian, then simply stared at Cyril and said, "I need you to help me find the news of Brewster, where did he... leave me."

"Otherwise your partner will be in danger. He is an unstable danger now."

The owl threatens meaningfully.

Cyril originally wanted to refute the word "partner" mentioned by the other party, but felt that it was unnecessary to argue with an ancient wizard who only had a ray of will.

He rubbed his nose quietly.

"We need more information about you and Brewster."

Cyril thought for a while and said seriously.

"Come here, I'll take you to the study."

The owl fluttered its wings and flew, and the colorful feathers were particularly attractive.

They followed the owl's guidance to the second floor, pushed open a tall wooden door, and walked into a spacious study.

There are many parchments and books scattered on the table, and the parchment is densely covered with something.

Cyril gave a casual glance and was suddenly stunned.