The skeleton carriage continued along the smooth road.
Neither of the two spoke, and the surroundings were unusually quiet, except for the sound of 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 even in the period just now, he didn't realize that something was wrong.
[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.
really.
It was obvious that only a few minutes had passed in his mind.
There is something in this space that interferes with people's judgment.
Cyril turned his head subconsciously and happened 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 lightly.
He suddenly remembered what he had seen in the Enlightenment Book "Strange Creatures Cookbook", some creatures like to disguise, and the author recorded a universal spell to break disguise in this book.
Cyril stopped the carriage, looked at the quiet blooming lavender, and then picked up his wand and waved it.
The soft chanting of the spell was like the rustling of the wind.
With the release of magic power, the lavenders in front of him disappeared.
And 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 seemed to be in the middle of a purple storm.
[What is the weakness of these things? ]
While Cyril asked the system, he felt a little strange.
The intuition that these purple butterflies gave him was very strange, 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 turned into a rose in his hand.
This is a bright and delicate rose.
The bright red petals are blooming, and there are crystal clear dew drops on them.
There is a light floral fragrance that seems to drift away, 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 the rose.
On the bright red rose was a butterfly that was almost dark blue in purple, and it 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.
To be more precise, it turned into a little water droplet and fell into the field.
Only then did Cyril realize that they were in a huge herbal garden.
It was divided into many different parts, and there were all kinds of herbs, and even very precious and rare plants that he had only seen in books.
Not far from this herb garden is a chalet 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 ancient wizards."
Brian raised his eyebrows slightly and said slowly.
Cyril glanced at him and 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.
"Please come in."
A slightly old male voice came from inside.
Hearing this voice, Cyril was a little surprised - there was someone inside
"excuse me."
He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
However, there was a very warm and empty living room inside the door, and no figure appeared as expected.
Cyril stopped and looked around, but still couldn't find the master.
"Huh? Interesting, it's 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... alchemy product in disguise?"
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 hadn't heard clearly what the other party said after the wizard apprentice, but Brian next to him sank when he heard the words, and his eyes were gloomy, like a dark and dark night.
His forehead jumped uncontrollably, and his whole body was cold and sullen.
An out-of-control manic-depressive mood surged up, and immediately transformed into a tyranny that wanted to vent.
Cyril quickly felt the abnormality of Mr. Scott beside him, a terrifying aura shrouded him, and he panicked for a moment.
Cyril subconsciously reached out and grabbed 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, and 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 work.
Blaine's body felt a burning pain like a whip.
Cyril only felt that Mr. Scott was holding himself 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 breathed a suffocation, his heart seemed to be pinched by something invisible, and there was a burst of distress.
Cyril hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and hugged Mr. Scott back, trying to convey his comfort.
Brian's body froze for a while, and the golden color in his eyes thickened.
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, it seemed as if there were countless banging snare drums in his heart, and it seemed as if there were countless little bunnies hopping around randomly.
Cyril's breathing became rapid, and his face was on fire.
He had never felt so clearly that something that had been ignored and avoided was about to burst out of his heart.
Brian looked at Cyril who was close at hand, his hot 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 Little Rose, containing his delicate and round lips, and devoured everything from him.
"Young people these days... they really like to make fun of their bodies."
The strange voice that seemed to be the owner of the log cabin appeared again, slightly interrupting the ambiguous atmosphere lingering in the log 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 stock before."
The voice said intermittently.
I saw a slender oval fruit slowly drifting to Brian's mouth, blocking between the two, intentionally or unintentionally.
This fruit is completely black, but inadvertently glowing with colorful splendor.
"Eat it if you know it, young man."
There was a hint of disgust in that 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 tingling 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 that his cheeks must be flushed now.
The heartbeat is still fast, as if overwhelmed.
Something indescribable in his chest was quietly hooked out, unfamiliar and eager, making Cyril's limbs weak, and his whole body was like a cookie dipped in milk.
Brian turned the ring on his finger.
However, his movements were no longer as easy 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 clasped it behind his head.
Removed the cover of the white fingers, 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.
His big almond eyes were wet, as if full of shimmering light, mixed with a little grievance, confusion, excitement and a hint of affection that was too late to hide.
It was as if something had turned into water and slowly flowed through the air.
Brian looked at Cyril under him, and suddenly let out a low, unbearable gasp, as if mocking himself.
What do you want to look forward to, he is the great undead wizard who has always done whatever he wants.
This was originally his little rose, which was born to him and will always be his.
Brian pinched Cyril's chin and dropped a strong and turbulent kiss on his lips.