MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 37

Cyril looked at the handsome man with a resentful expression in front of him with a shocked expression.

Why is the opponent's rake's behavior so natural and smooth? ? ?

He suddenly appeared in this eerie tower yesterday, he didn't know anything.

"I think there may be some misunderstanding between us."

Cyril sighed and said tentatively, considering his words.

However, as soon as the words came out, he realized that it was not good.

This is not the first step of the classic scumbag whitewashing - dear, you must have misunderstood me, she is just my sister...

Brian's long, narrow eyebrows arched into a sharp arc.

He sat up slowly, leaning on the pillow halfway, and let out an indistinguishable chuckle from his nose.

"Misunderstanding?"

The voice is dangerous and gentle.

Cyril hesitated and nodded slowly.

The next moment, Cyril's whole figure flew into Brian's arms uncontrollably like a magnet being attracted.

The bodies of the two were once again close together.

Brian reached out and squeezed Cyril's chin, forcing him to look up.

The eyes are facing each other, and the nose tips of the two people are almost touching.

"Tell me, dear, what more do you want? I can give you everything you want in the world, except leave."

Cyril felt a headache when he heard the low, hoarse voice of the other party.

So the task of his wizard apprentice grading trial is to deal with a snake spirit disease?

Cyril thought quickly in his mind.

This man is the only big living person he has seen in the whole tower (those moving oil paintings are of course not counted), although I don't know why the other party is in the image of Mr. Scott Appeared, but he was the biggest clue he had found so far.

It should be clear why the two of them appeared here, and then find a breakthrough.

Snake Essence · Clue · Brian is stroking Cyril's white neck inch by inch.

His voice became softer: "Your destination can only always be in my arms, like this."

Cyril felt that the other party's eyes were full of paranoia.

As if possessed, the sombre handsome face seemed to write - run again and break your legs, and then lock up.

Cyril looked strange and got goose bumps.

He doubted for a moment whether everyone in the wizarding world was also influenced by imaginative popular readings such as "The Domineering President's Sky High Wife" and "Admiral Tsundere's 33 Days of Love" influences.

For a time, Cyril showed a subtle expression looking at the mentally retarded, for fear that the other party would say a classic: "Man, do you know that you are playing with fire."

However, he quickly calmed down.

A pair of almond eyes rolled, and the ends of the eyes drooped slightly, revealing an innocent look.

Cyril asked in a coaxing tone of coaxing a three-and-a-half-year-old child: "Then why weren't you by my side yesterday?"

For a moment, Cyril felt that the other party seemed to be smirking, and then an overwhelming pressure enveloped him, and he was carried into the other's arms again.

It's hard, the fist is hard, can you not always do it!

Cyril slumped in the man's arms, listening to the man say in a sullen voice: "You forgot again, you are always like this, disguisedly complaining that I don't have time to accompany you at your side."

No no no, big brother, I don't, really don't.

Cyril pricked up his ears and continued to listen.

"You know, in order to be with you, I took on your mother's curse. Every other day, I'd turn into...a monstrous monster..."

Cyril choked when he heard the words, it turned out that he was still taking the script of Beauty and the Beast.

But this "mother" who didn't appear is really good!

"She also locked us in this tower, and wanted you to see me as a monster and break down... But how can I let her succeed? Of course I won't let You see what I look like..."

His voice was like a soft whisper between lovers.

All day long, Cyril was under the strict and airtight gaze of the other party.

He felt that he was not like the other party's lover, but more like a prisoner being guarded by an evil dragon.

Even under the obscure gaze of the other party, Cyril's appetite dropped a lot, and the sweet little pudding couldn't make him feel better.

After lunch, Cyril said to the "Scott" sternly: "Maybe you would like to show me this tower again, I mean, we will still be in Haven't you lived here for a long time?"

He tried to give a good smile.

"Of course, it's an honor."

Brian stretched out an arm to signal Cyril to hold him, and led him around the hall, introducing each room in the tower with a noble aria.

The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, it seems that Little Rose has been successfully misled.

Cyril once again looked all over the place, taking note of possible hiding places in his mind.

this tower.

"

For a moment, his eyes were filled with a shadow.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be going crazy again, Cyril hurriedly persuaded softly: "Would you go to sleep too, I can't sleep like this, I'm always worried that you won't sleep well."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and rolled his eyes, but when he opened them again, he looked weak and worried.

Cyril felt a sigh of relief when he heard the other party humming softly.

Then I heard the man say slowly and earnestly: "I don't want it."

Cyril's smile gradually disappeared, and he almost didn't catch his breath.

He couldn't help but glanced at each other quickly, and saw a hint of pleasure on the man's handsome face.

"I'm going to watch you sleep. I'll leave at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Tomorrow we'll be separated for a whole day, and I can't bear to leave you like this."

Cyril heard him whisper.

Hey, let me give you another eye roll.

Cyril closed his eyes, his body exuding low air pressure.

His inner activity was extremely complicated for a while.

How did those romantic people not touch a leaf in a thousand flowers, let alone a hundred flowers, and now the other party is a little goblin alone, he will collapse!

After an unknown amount of time, Cyril felt the burning gaze on the bedside finally disappear.

He opened his eyes dazedly to confirm that "Scott" had indeed left, so he fell asleep with confidence.

This is Cyril's third day in this isolated tower.

After breakfast, he found a sharp knife from the kitchen and hid it in his sleeve.

Then, Cyril followed the places he walked yesterday, carefully probing for possible hiding places.

However, just like the first day, I tried my best to get nothing, let alone monsters, I didn't even see a single monster's hair.

Cyril found a thick, warm cloak and calf-long leather boots in the next bedroom.

He put on his cloak, put on his boots, and walked into the ice and snow again.

Beyond the tower is like a never-ending cold winter.

Although Cyril was shrouded in a thick cloak, and even his head was tucked into the hood, he was still unable to resist the chill that penetrated his bones.

He had to use the fireball technique all the time, trying to bring a little warmth to himself, who was about to freeze.

It is easy to get lost in the white snow.

Cyril felt like he had come a long way.

He raised his head tremblingly, but there was a towering tower in front of him - he seemed to be standing still.

Cyril's heart sank.

He originally thought the sudden appearance of the cloak was a hint to him, but now it seems more like a trap that is currently unknown.

Cyril returned to the warm tower.

He drank a cup of thick hot chocolate in the restaurant, the sweet and thick hot chocolate mixed with fresh milk slipped into his stomach, and slowly calmed himself down.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind, which was absurd, but also bizarre and reasonable in the current situation.

After all the impossible, no matter how improbable what remains is the truth.

Cyril rubbed the wall of the cup that exuded warmth, and lowered his eyelashes.

If you haven't found another solution in a few days, give it a try.

Before going to bed at night, Cyril thought that he would see that strange "Scott" again the next day, and his mood couldn't help but feel down.

To be honest, he would rather deal with a terrifying mutant longhorn boar!

Fourth day.

Cyril woke up slowly, his head a little dizzy.

There is a feeling of dizziness that seems to be top-heavy after being in a drowsiness for a long time.

He found that the thick curtains were drawn in the room at some time, and the sunlight was strictly blocked by the curtains, making the surroundings dark.

Cyril suddenly woke up.

This is not right.

He was also empty.

Cyril's eyes gradually adapted to the dim light, and everything around him became clear.

He saw "Scott" sitting lazily on the soft sofa opposite the bed, staring at him with one hand on his chin, as if he was playing with something, his eyes were treacherous and dangerous.

Cyril's face was calm, he pretended to just wake up, and slowly sat up from the soft bed.

As soon as he moved, he found the problem.

A thin silver ring was placed on her bare ankle.

The silver circle is decorated with many beautiful crystals inlaid in the shape of a rose, which is very exquisite, but it is still a sign that he is imprisoned.

The silver ring is locked by a fine silver chain.

The silver chain was long and fell silently to the ground.

Cyril's gaze followed the silver chain to the other end little by little, and found that it was exactly what "Scott" was fiddling with.

He frowned, feeling the situation escalated all of a sudden.

The enemy doesn't move, I don't move.

Cyril calmed down and looked at "Scott" for a moment.

One of his hands slipped under the pillow quietly, touched something, trembled slightly, and stopped moving.

Probably thinking that Cyril's silent reaction was very interesting, Brian stood up and walked to the bed with his long legs.

He stretched out his slender, articulated hand to hold the striking silver circle on Cyril's fair and lustrous ankle, with a slight smile, and said, "It's beautiful, isn't it? "

Don't talk to perverts.

Cyril looked at him silently.

The handsome man raised his eyebrows and said to himself: "I reminded you yesterday, dear, don't try to escape. But you are so stubborn and stubborn, I can only lock you up already."

He laughed a few times in a low voice, his laughter was gloomy, like a poisonous snake spitting out snake letters.

Brian made an appearance of injury, leaned over to Cyril, and his voice was so low that he almost murmured: "How can you leave me? Am I not good enough for you?"

Hey you big guy.

Cyril pursed his lips and blinked.

He now understands that the set of equipment for going out may be deliberately released by the other party to mislead him...

Cyril looked at the handsome face close at hand, took a deep breath, and resisted the urge to punch him in the face.

He stared straight at "Scott" with almond eyes, and gave him a sweet smile.

Then, Cyril took the initiative to snuggle into the man's arms, hooked his hands around his neck, and pretended to be hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to get close to kiss each other, and shyly It is difficult to proceed to the next step.

The next moment, there was a sharp tingling in the neck

Cyril held the handle of the knife with a blank expression, and stabbed it hard into the side of "Scott"'s neck.