Cyril looked at the handsome man with a resentful expression in front of him with a shocked expression on his face.
Why is the opponent's rake's behavior so natural and smooth? ?
He suddenly appeared in this eerie tower yesterday, and 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 were out of his mouth, he realized that something was wrong.
Isn't this the first step in 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 slowly sat up, leaning halfway against the pillow, and let out an indistinguishable chuckle from his nostrils.
"Misunderstand?"
The voice is dangerous and gentle.
Cyril hesitated and nodded slowly.
The next moment, Cyril's entire figure flew into Brian's arms uncontrollably like a magnet that was attracted to him.
The bodies of the two were tightly pressed together again.
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, darling, what more do you want? I can give you everything you want in the world, except to leave."
Cyril felt a headache when he heard the 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 (the moving oil paintings are of course not counted), although I don't know why the other party appears in the image of Mr. Scott, but he is the one who has found it so far. the biggest clue.
It should be clear why the two of them appeared here, and then find a breakthrough.
Snake Essence Clue Bryan was stroking Cyril's white neck inch by inch with his fingers.
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 somber Jun's face seemed to say - run again and break your legs, then lock up again.
Cyril's expression was strange, and goosebumps appeared all over.
For a moment, he wondered if everyone in the wizarding world was also influenced by imaginative popular books such as "The Domineering President's Exorbitant Wife" and "Admiral Tsundere's 33 Days of Love".
For a time, Cyril showed a subtle expression of 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 turned, 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 party's arms again.
It's hard, the fist is hard, can you stop being hands and feet all the time!
Cyril slumped in the man's arms, listening to the man say in a pitiful voice, "You forgot again, you are always like this, disguisedly complaining that I am not by your side all the time."
No, no, big brother, I don't have it, I 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 turn into a... monstrous monster..."
Cyril choked up 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 show up did a really good job!
"She also locked us in this tower and wanted you to break down by seeing me as a monster... But how could I let her succeed? Of course I won't let you see me like that..."
His voice was like a soft murmur between lovers.
Throughout the day, 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 a 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 turned to the "Scott" and said sternly: "Maybe you are willing to take me to revisit this tower. I mean, we will live here for a long time, right?"
He tried to put on a good smile.
"Of course, very honored."
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 were slightly raised, and it seemed that Little Rose had been successfully misled.
Cyril once again looked all over the place, making a mental note of some possible hiding places.
He guessed in his heart that according to the information that "Scott" had revealed before, as long as he successfully found the opponent who turned into a monster, he could leave this tower as his "mother" wished.
When he went to bed at night, Cyril closed his eyes for a long time, but finally he couldn't help opening his eyes, and said helplessly to the man sitting beside the bed, "Don't you have to go to rest?"
Brian leaned down slightly and lowered his head, as if he wanted to drop a kiss on Cyril's eyelids, but Cyril quickly turned his head to dodge it.
For a moment, there was a sullen look in his eyes.
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 speaking, he closed his eyes and rolled his eyes, but when he opened them again, he looked weak and worried, and his big apricot eyes seemed to be glistening with water.
Cyril was relieved when he heard the other party hum 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 happiness on the man's handsome face.
"I'm going to watch you go to sleep. I'll leave until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Tomorrow we'll be separated for another whole day, and I can't bear to leave you like this."
Cyril heard him whisper.
Boy, let me give you another roll of eyes.
Cyril closed his eyes, his body exuding low air pressure.
His inner activities were extremely complicated for a while.
How those romantic people can't 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 that the burning gaze by the bed finally disappeared.
He opened his eyes in a daze to confirm that "Scott" had indeed left, so he fell asleep with confidence.
This was Cyril's third day at the tower isolated in the ice and snow.
After breakfast, he found a sharp knife from the kitchen and hid it in his sleeve.
Then, Cyril followed the place he had walked yesterday, carefully probing for possible hiding places.
However, as on the first day, he tried his best to get nothing, let alone monsters, he 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 stepped into the ice and snow again.
Outside the tower is like a cold and severe winter that never dies.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the howling cold wind was blowing head-on with the ice and snow.
Although Cyril was shrouded in a thick cloak, and even his head was shrunk in 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 touch of warmth to himself, who was about to freeze.
It is very easy to get lost in the white snow.
Cyril felt that 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 walking in place.
Cyril's heart sank.
He originally thought that the sudden appearance of the cloak was a hint to him, but now it seems more like a trap that is currently unknown.
Cyril sullenly 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. It was ridiculous, but strangely reasonable in the current situation.
After all the improbable factors are removed, however improbable what remains is the truth.
Cyril rubbed the walls 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 low.
To be honest, he would rather deal with a terrifying mutant long-horned boar!
Fourth day.
Cyril woke up leisurely, his head a little dizzy.
There was a feeling of dizziness that seemed to be top-heavy after being drowsy for a long time.
He found that the thick curtains were drawn in the room at some point, and the sunlight was strictly blocked by the curtains, making the surroundings dark.
Cyril suddenly woke up.
This is not right.
There was no one beside him.
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 in his hand, and his eyes were treacherous and dangerous.
With a calm expression on Cyril's face, he pretended to have just woken up and sat up slowly from the soft bed.
As soon as he moved, he realized the problem.
A thin silver ring was placed on his bare ankle.
The silver circle is adorned with many crystal clear and beautiful crystals inlaid in the shape of roses. It is very exquisite, but it is still impossible to get rid of this.
The silver ring is locked by a thin 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 does not move, I do not move.
Cyril calmed down and looked at "Scott" for a split second.
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, well-joined hand to hold the striking silver circle on Cyril's fair and shiny ankle, and smiled lightly, saying, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Don't talk to perverts.
Cyril looked at him without saying a word.
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."
He laughed a few times in a low voice, his laughter was gloomy and cold, 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? I'm not good enough for you?"
Good you big bastard.
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 that was 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, hooking his hands around his neck, as if he wanted to stop talking, as if he wanted to get close to kissing each other, but shyly couldn't make the next move.
Brian was stunned for a moment, feeling the sweet scent of Little Rose entangled, and his heart tickled.
The next moment, there was a sharp stinging pain in the neck.
Cyril held the handle of the knife expressionlessly and stabbed it hard into the side of "Scott"'s neck.