Until Cyril lay on the bed, his mind was still in a trance.
Did he suddenly have a boyfriend?
【Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations on your divorce! 】
The sound of the system was filled with thriving joy and excitement.
[thank you… ]
Cyril buried his cheeks in the soft pillows and rolled around on the spacious bed.
Thinking of the lingering kiss in the moonlight just now, Cyril felt that the tips of his ears seemed to be steaming.
It was so exciting today, he thought, closing his eyes.
Although he got a new boyfriend half an hour ago, Cyril sternly rejected the other party's idea of sharing a bed.
Recalling the regretful expression on the handsome man's face, Cyril licked his lips subconsciously.
no.
That's it for kissing... If I do anything else... Anyway, he can't bear it now!
Thinking of this, Cyril's face became hot, and he opened his eyes, as if returning to the scene where the two exchanged good night not long ago.
"Claude, call me Claude from now on."
The handsome boyfriend dropped a gentle kiss on his forehead, covered his ear and said "good night" in a magnetic voice with a sultry ending.
"Good night, S... Claude."
Against the scorching gaze of the other party, Cyril quickly kissed his chin, then quickly slipped into the room and closed the door.
"Good night, boyfriend."
Cyril looked at the peaceful starry sky above his head and stretched out his fingers to block his eyes.
His lips parted and he said softly, with a hint of sweetness in his voice.
His heart was still beating, and he didn't know how long it took before he fell asleep in a daze.
Cyril, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, did not know that a figure silently appeared beside his bed.
Brian sat beside Cyril and pressed down the soft bed.
He recklessly admired Little Rose's well-behaved sleeping face: the breath was long, the slender eyelashes were like resting butterfly wings, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly upturned, as if he was having a good dream.
Brian let out a low laugh, then lay down next to Cyril unceremoniously.
His slender and powerful arms wrapped around the waist of the opponent's flesh and blood, and pulled the man into his arms.
However, Brian still seems dissatisfied.
His hand reached into the hem of Cyril's pajamas, and the cool fingertips rubbed against his smooth, smooth skin.
In the end, he simply undressed Cyril, took off the silk nightgown, and traced the little rose's body inch by inch.
Straight and beautiful collarbone, thin and slender waist, slender and white legs...
He had obviously eaten the fruit of the calming soul given to him by Tours Ogg, and a strong desire for destruction was still roaring in Brian's blood, flowing through his body like hot lava.
His chest heaved up and down, his breathing gradually became heavy, and he couldn't help lowering his head to peck at the side of Cyril's neck.
The fluttering kiss gradually got out of control, and became more and more reckless, like a storm, pouring it on the soft little roses.
In his sleep, Cyril frowned for no reason. He dreamed of a big dog licking him over and over.
He wanted to stretch out his hand to resist the bad dog's wet and hot tongue, but was thrown down by the other's huge and hot body, and his long hair smeared his face.
Cyril woke up the next morning looking sullen.
He shook his head, feeling a little exhausted.
Cyril shuddered at the thought of the passionate and bad dog that haunted him most of the night in his dream.
What kind of sleeping position can make such a dream? He never wanted to see the dog again.
Cyril looked down at himself, and then looked around.
It's still the same as he was before going to bed last night, and the room in this tent is exactly the same as his bedroom in the Rose Cottage.
Cyril changed his clothes, washed his clothes, and just walked out of the room when he saw that the door on the opposite side was also opened at the same time.
"Good morning, dear."
Compared to Cyril's slightly sluggish state, the energetic Brian smiled slightly and kissed the corner of Cyril's lips, leaving with a touch, very restrained gentleman.
"Good morning, Claude."
Cyril looked at his boyfriend, he touched his nose and blinked.
The two walked to the living room side by side.
Chef Zorro did not know when the breakfast was ready, and the two sat down to eat together.
While Cyril ate his own delicious breakfast, he realized that it seemed like a long time ago, the two of them were in such a relaxed state.
At that time, Jenny looked at him with a subtle expression after hearing about it, and euphemistically confirmed that the relationship between him and the head of the academy was still a pure roommate relationship...
Cyril blushed and ate a muffin.
For the next five days, Cyril felt that it was more like going on vacation with her boyfriend than participating in the wizard's apprentice grading trial.
In the secret realm with excellent scenery of green mountains and green water, they ate, drank and played, hugged each other, and cleaned up other wizard apprentices they encountered along the way.
Cyril also gained more awareness of his own strength.
Before he knew it, he had grown from a wizard apprentice who only knew how to use fireball techniques to a veritable S-level wizard apprentice who could be on his own.
On the last day, Cyril already had "388" points on his bracelet.
And all the wizard apprentices who were still alive in the secret realm were guided to a smaller area.
Cyril took a cursory glance. There were still 30 apprentices of wizards from various academies.
Everyone stood together in twos and threes, watching the others vigilantly.
Several wizard apprentices from Snowberg Wizarding Academy recognized the chief of their academy and quickly trotted over to surround Cyril and Brian.
Not knowing who cast the spell first, a melee began.
The colorful spells are like waves lifted from the deep sea, rushing into the air from all directions.
The huge magic power released huge power at each target position, setting off a majestic trend.
Some are sharp ice thorns, some are fiery flames, some are spraying pus, some are hard rubble...
Even the earth seemed to be shaken violently by the concentrated magic power, unable to bear it.
Many wizard apprentices were killed one after another and bid farewell to the battlefield.
Cyril moved nimbly, quickly dodging the brutal attack, and kept using various ingenious spells to defuse the spells flying towards him.
From the corner of his eye, he saw that his boyfriend was still calm and relaxed, standing in the same place, like an outsider watching the fun and eating melons.
The countless spells flying towards him seemed to fall into the air and were completely absorbed by something invisible.
Cyril's forehead twitched.
However, at the moment when he was distracted, a wound ran across his arm, and blood immediately poured out.
Cyril narrowed his eyes and looked at the wizard apprentice who attacked him.
From the academy emblem on the other party's arrogant wizard robe, it can be seen that he is a student of the Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy.
However, this person obviously didn't get any benefit. He was hit by his previous spell and sadly bid farewell to the secret realm of trials.
Cyril tapped his wand on his wound and silently used a healing spell, but the wound did not heal successfully.
He waved his wand to block other attacks while trying to activate the rose necklace around his neck.
During a magic teaching two years ago, Cyril learned of the function of this rose necklace from Mr. Scott.
That scarlet gem contains a powerful healing spell.
At this moment, a white light enveloped Cyril, and the wound on his arm began to heal gradually.
Cyril glanced at it and stopped caring, continuing to aim at the target, taking the lead in killing the wizard apprentices of the Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy.
Brian noticed the wound on Cyril's arm, and his eyes darkened for a moment.
"It's time to end."
Brian glanced coldly at the wizard apprentices around him, and there was a chill in his calm tone.
The few wizarding apprentices at Snowberg Wizarding Academy who stood nearest only felt a wave of fear rushing from their backs to their foreheads in an instant.
They all took a few steps back, looked at each other in dismay, and struggled to decide whether to cut it off on their own according to what the chief lord said.
I saw Brian stretched out his wand, and a spark shot out from the tip of his wand, pointing to the sky.
In the next moment, a huge magic force pressed down from the sky, as if the galaxy was upside down.
Except for Cyril, the other wizard apprentices present seemed to have been hit by a meteorite, unable to move.
Their bracelets also exploded one by one like fireworks.
Take it away in a wave, clean.
Only Cyril and Brian were left on the huge field.
Brian walked over to Cyril and frowned at his arm.
At this point, the wound had healed, leaving only a red mark, which was very conspicuous on Cyril's fair arm.
Brian chanted a series of magic spells in a low voice, but the red mark was still stubbornly lying on top of it, and there was no sign of disappearing.
His eyes were dark and unclear, and then he waved his hand, and a small white medicine bottle appeared in the palm of his hand.
Brian poured out a Treasure Recovery Pill from the small medicine bottle and handed it to Cyril's lips to feed him.
Cyril obediently swallowed this precious recovery pill and felt that his fatigue had recovered a lot, but the marks on his arms still did not disappear.
"Probably the wizard apprentice improved this spell, I don't know if it changed the structure of the magic rune or..."
Cyril touched the scar on his hand with interest.
Seeing her boyfriend's slightly gloomy face, he hurriedly comforted: "It's okay, don't worry, I don't feel pain."
Cyril thought for a while and hugged the handsome man.
"I'll pay attention next time, and I won't hurt myself again."
Cyril raised his head in his boyfriend's arms, raised his lips slightly, smiled at him, sweet and brilliant.
"Then now, dear Claude, do you choose to kill me or be killed by me?"