He Yan fell into deep thought.
After a kiss, the blood elf not only didn't raise his tail happily as he thought, but the pair of blood pupils became even more gloomy, which made him feel something was wrong.
—That contains absolutely no positive emotions.
Sure enough, the blood elf was silent for a long time, stretched out his hand and touched twice the place where the Holy Son's soft lips had just kissed, suddenly grinned, and asked back: "Your Excellency, Holy Son, how can you trust me so ignorant?" Assailant?"
Although the corner of the blood elf's mouth was grinning, his scarlet eyes were icy cold. It was obviously just a hypocritical smirk floating on the surface.
"..." He Yan's eyes wandered left and right, but finally he didn't answer.
The blood elf's reaction was really not normal. He couldn't figure out the blood elf's psychology now, and he was a little worried that he would drive the target even more crazy with just a few words.
Seeing that he didn't answer, the blood elf asked calmly, "Do you like me?"
He Yan: "..."
I always feel that in the state of a blood elf, no matter whether he answers "like" or "dislike", it is wrong...
He didn't take psychology as an elective at the beginning, so he didn't know how to deal with such psychologically distorted children, okay
Therefore, He Yan firmly believes in the principle of saying more words and making more mistakes, and chooses to temporarily refuse to communicate with this psychopath.
But in the eyes of the blood elves, his reaction was really annoying.
The little mouse looked left and right, its dark and slender eyelashes trembled, and the corners of its mouth were slightly pursed nervously, but it refused to answer his question, obviously guilty.
What is he guilty of
Could it be because—the thoughts in my heart were exposed mercilessly by myself
What a playful and sentimental little mouse, it makes people want to bite him into pieces and swallow him directly, so that he can no longer make people angry.
How could he have never discovered the nature of this Son of Light before
Thinking this way, the blood elf easily clamped the somewhat thin chin of Son of Light with one hand, forcing him to raise his head to look at him.
Then he stretched out his other hand, and with the fingertips that looked extremely pale under the moonlight, he fiddled with the slightly curled eyelashes of the Son of God. Rubbing and pressing on the eyeballs made him blink his eyelashes wildly, his dark pupils became moist, and even the corners of his eyes leaked water in embarrassment.
The human eyeball is one of the most vulnerable parts of the body. Even though He Yan knew clearly that the blood elves would not really hurt him, out of biological instinct, he still couldn't help but keep shrinking his body back, trying to get rid of the blood elves. a passive situation.
Seeing his appearance, the blood elf seemed to chuckle lowly, the hand that clamped his chin loosened slightly, and then when he was about to retreat from his grip, he suddenly forced himself to escape from him. The Son of Light in the palm of his hand pulled back, leaned over and roughly bit his lips.
He let the little mouse roam outside for so long, and now that "Eros' gift" has been temporarily sealed by him, he will start to recover the interest he deserves.
No matter what kind of thoughts this playful Son of God has, it is impossible for him to escape from his grasp.
The blood elves are obviously inexperienced, and they don't know anything about kissing skills. They only follow the animal instinct in their bodies, and constantly tear the lips of their prey with such force that they seem to want to tear people apart and eat them into their stomachs.
After a while, the lips of Guangming Shengzi became red and swollen from his nibbling, and the two lips that were originally light and pink also turned bright red, as if they would bleed if they gnawed lightly a few more times. generally.
Guangming Shengzi's physical strength was as bad as he knew, but his lips were blocked for a few minutes, and after being released, he could only pant with his mouth open, and his fair cheeks were pale. Pale pink, the skin touched by his fingertips was also hot.
The soft and bright red tongue in the mouth of the Holy Child loomed between his teeth as he panted, constantly luring the appetite of the predator. The blood elf stared at it for a few seconds, then bent down decisively again, with a clear goal of catching I picked up the little tongue and teased him a lot.
This time, he seemed to have learned without a teacher, not only became more skilled in his movements, but also put his free hand on the shoulder of the Son, forcing him to move his body close to him.
After the end, the blood elf grinned again, looked at the completely reddened cheeks of the Holy Son of Light, and asked him very politely like a gentleman what he thought afterwards: "Do you like me treating you like this?"
This time the smile was no longer fake, He Yan could clearly see the excitement in his eyes.
He Yan: "..."
He declined to answer the question.
And strongly suspect that his subject needs treatment.
The blood elf didn't care about his silence this time, he just stretched his hand down and squeezed his half-soft part very badly.
He Yan froze...
Then he suddenly thought, there is still a seed in his body that can't smell the breath of lust, why is there no movement at all now
The effect of elf holy water is so good
But now is obviously not a good time to ask about these things. Besides, due to Cecil's extremely sensitive body that has been cultivated and abstinent all year round, he will soon have no energy to think about these things.
In a daze, he heard the blood elf asking him hoarsely: "Your Excellency, Son, why don't you ask the head of the Holy Knights for help?"
At that moment, He Yan suddenly felt that he seemed to have touched a little bit of the thinking mode of the blood elves.
However, he still carefully chose to remain silent.
Seeing that he seemed to have made up his mind not to speak again tonight, the blood elf sneered inexplicably and continued with his actions.
…
Outside the door, in the pitch-black night, except for some slight footsteps caused by the paladins changing shifts, there was silence, and no other movement could be heard.
These loyal paladins took turns guarding the safety of the Son of Light in front of the house, but they didn't notice anything strange in the room at this time.
In the early morning of the next day, they finally packed up and finally set foot on the way back.
Before they left, all the people in the small town of Simi consciously gathered outside the Holy See to see them off.
They only learned about this dangerous existence from the old bishop on the second day after the high-level monster in the Anger Mountains was killed. While they were afraid, they were also full of gratitude to the Holy Son and his party who killed it.
He Yan politely declined the gifts prepared by the people, and rushed towards the nearest city with the teleportation array together with the Holy Knights.
Unlike the original body, he had full loyalty to the Goddess of Light, and in all his spare time, he seized the time to pray to the beloved Goddess of Light in his heart.
Anyway, he had nothing to do when he was idle, so he simply sat in the comfortable carriage and analyzed the psychology of the blood elves one by one.
The situation last night was too chaotic. He was in it, affected by some terrible uncontrollable factors, so he naturally didn't have the energy to think about it.
When I think about it now, I find many details that I didn't notice at the time.
First of all, from the blood elf's almost self-deprecating attitude at the beginning, he should think that he hates him
He Yan silently recalled his reaction to the blood elves' first night attack, and found that it was indeed possible for the other party to misunderstand.
But when they met again, he followed the other party's wishes and kissed him. This gesture of kindness should have made the other party feel happy. Why did the blood elf immediately explode as if his tail was stepped on
After thinking about it carefully, combined with the other party's "inadvertently" asking him why he didn't ask the head of the Holy Knights for help last night, he suddenly felt blessed to the soul that he might have touched the blood elf's explosive point.
In his consciousness, Ambrose and the blood elf who covered his face are the same person, just wearing a different mask, so he naturally flirts with both sides without any psychological burden at all.
However, from the point of view of the blood elves, he was ignorant of all these things. After showing his favor to the false identity of "Ambrose" and then obeying him, he probably felt that he was a very...casual person emotionally, right
It's over, is he ruining the character of the Holy Son of Light
He Yan: "..."
However, he admired his partner for being so genuinely jealous of himself that he almost fought each other.
He opened the small window on the carriage, looking for the figure of the head of the Holy Knight Order.
The paladins and cardinals all rode monsters on their way, and only the Son of Light had the privilege of riding in a carriage.
Ambrose was not far away, and He Yan only glanced at it roughly, and saw the straight and broad back of the monster riding on the back of the monster a little in front of the carriage.
Sensing his gaze keenly, the Holy Knights grabbed the reins, controlled and slowed down the speed of the beast below them, and when they reached the position level with the carriage window, they turned their heads to him and showed a charming smile.
The light blond hair was blown a little loose by the wind along the way, and a few strands hung down from his forehead in a messy way, making him look a little more wild than usual.
Especially when those blue eyes, as deep as precious sapphires, stare intently at a person, they can almost attract the soul of a person into it.
He couldn't tell at all that this was the evil creature that made him beg for mercy last night.
Although he didn't make it to the last step last night, at the critical moment, he was caught off guard by this man's hands and touched him a few times.
After showing off his charm, the leader of the Holy Knights asked him with concern: "Your Highness Cecil, do you have any orders?"
"..." He Yan paused slightly, and in order to verify the guess in his heart, he also returned a sweet smile to the head of the Holy Knights.
"No, it's just a little stuffy in the carriage, please don't worry."
Then he saw Ambrose's eyes darken suddenly, seeming very unhappy.
He Yan silently ticked off his guess in his heart, and then calmly closed the car window.
I don't know if it's because he has a bit of a bad taste, but he thinks it's actually quite interesting to see the blood elves change their faces like this.
The return trip was much easier than when it came. In order to take care of the Son's body, the team moved slowly.
The geographical location of Ximi town is very remote. They walked for nearly a day, but they didn't come across a city where they could settle down. After the sky darkened, they could only choose to sleep in the wild.
For most people, sleeping in the wild is often a choice when they are extremely helpless, because there are often some magical beasts infested with magic energy in the wild at night, which poses a great threat to travelers.
However, for such a team with extremely strong armed forces, both the Son of Light and the head of the Holy Knights, the momentum alone can scare some low-level monsters with low intelligence into detours, so there is no need to worry. Those ones.
But still have to be prepared.
They chose an open flat land as a place to sleep tonight, and then the Holy Son and the cardinals set up a defensive barrier around the periphery, and the middle-level and below monsters can be directly hit by the light spell contained in the barrier. Killing, even if a high-level monster comes, it can still cause a certain amount of damage to it.
The paladins are also divided into groups of three, and they are on duty in rotation.
Tonight, as most people expected, was a peaceful night. A few monsters tentatively approached. After sensing the powerful aura of light art here, they quickly turned around and ran away in fright.
However, although the prohibition and inspection can prevent outside raiders, they can't have an effect on the malicious people inside the team.
On this heavily guarded night, the tent of the Holy Son of Light, which was protected by everyone in the innermost circle, was quietly attacked.
The blood elf pressed him to the ground with his own body, and easily restrained his wrists with one hand. A pair of blood-red pupils that seemed to be soaked in blood swept his whole body up and down, as if I wanted to tear away his flesh and blood to see how many people he could hold in his heart.
This damned little mouse was already disheartened towards "Ambrose" yesterday, and turned to show affection to an unknown night raider. Today, "Ambrose" just treated him a little better. , just showing that kind of seductive smile to people again and again, really spineless!
Did he mean—to have both
The blood elf almost laughed at his own cognition.
He wanted to handcuff this half-hearted Holy Son of Light with cold chains, and use the cruelest punishment to force him out of his mind.
—but he couldn't bear it.
The flames of crazy jealousy burned in his heart, and finally all turned into another scorching flame, prompting him to show his sharp teeth and tear the people under him to pieces.
So he obeyed his inner desire, changed his sharp nails to scratch his white and greasy neck, licked and kissed it with the tip of his tongue, and tasted the sweet blood of his beloved.
Then he showed a sinister smile to the Holy Son of Light, "My respected His Royal Highness, you are about to reach Shifer, since you don't ask the Holy Knight for help, are you expecting the Pope to do something to you?" Help?"
He Yan's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, like a person whose loyalty was questioned by his lover, he stared intently at him with dark eyes with a trace of water vapor, shook his head and denied: "No, I won't Speaking of your existence..."
The blood elf gave a low chuckle inexplicably, and started tonight's main action.
…
In the early morning of the seventh day, the team finally returned to the Central Holy See in Shifer.
After returning to the Holy See, the Pope immediately summoned He Yan, and after formally inquiring about his mission, he mentioned his encounter with Ambrose this time.
Although the three cardinals must have reported this matter to him earlier through other means, but the matter involved the head of the Paladins, and the old fox, the Pope, was obviously more vigilant than he thought.
He Yan maintained Cecil's usual calm expression, and under the gaze of those gray eyes full of invisible pressure, he cautiously answered the Pope's cross-examination.
Fortunately, Cecil is a person who is somewhat indifferent to external things. He only needs to imitate Cecil's usual style and tell the whole story in a few words.
— After all, the less you say, the less likely you are to show your feet.
After cross-examining these, the Pope probably did not doubt his answer, the seriousness in his eyes faded a little, and instead showed a trace of kindness, talking about his upcoming eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony: "My child, this time You have completed the task very well, in the coming days, prepare well for your coming-of-age ceremony."
He went on to say: "I have selected three paladins for you, they are Laura, McGuire and Jane, and they all intend to form a contract of loyalty with you, you can first contact them in private, see See which one is more to your liking."
The Pope is a person with a strong desire for control. Not only does he control Cecil's every move with his eyeliner all over the Holy See, but now even the candidate for Cecil's paladin is determined by him.
However, He Yan did not raise any objection to this, but just like the original Cecil did, he bowed to him docilely, "Follow your teachings, father."
Since then, He Yan has returned to the monotonous life of praying to the statue of the Goddess of Light besides eating, sleeping, and bathing all day long.
—If the occasional harassment from the blood elves is excluded.
After returning to the Holy See of Light, the blood elves did not disappear, but they obviously had some scruples. The frequency of "night attacks" on him was greatly reduced, and they would only appear once every three or four days.
However, the direct result of the drop in frequency was that every time the blood elves acted extremely excited, as if wishing to swallow him whole, especially happy to patronize places that would not leave traces.
In fact, several times he felt that the blood elves couldn't help but want to eat him up completely, but for some unknown reason, they stopped every time at the last moment.
Could it be because of the seed in his body
But didn't the blood elves suppress it with the bottle of suspected elf holy water
The feeling of being whetted and unable to be completely satisfied is really uncomfortable. He once hinted at the blood elves tactfully, but the blood elves just ignored his hint with great restraint, and comforted him in an ambiguous tone: "Now is not the time .”
This made him suspect that the blood elves were up to something big behind the scenes.
Sure enough, before his coming-of-age ceremony, Shifer was caught off guard by an event that caused a sensation in the entire Deland continent.
When the pope blessed a little prince who had just reached the full moon in the palace, he showed signs of being infected by demonic energy!
As soon as this incident got out, it quickly caused a sensation in the entire Deland continent.
Not only human beings, almost every race in Teresa hates and fears the demonic energy that pollutes monsters and turns them into brutal monsters. The Holy See of Light has always been considered the nemesis of demonic energy, but now there is news To say that the pope himself is suspected of being polluted by demonic energy completely overturned everyone's perception!
The Holy See of Light and the Royal Family of DeLand have been fighting secretly for a long time. No matter what the truth of this matter is, the Royal Family of DeLand obviously cannot let go of this good opportunity that is almost delivered to their door.
So on the second day after the incident, King Teresa quickly put the Pope under house arrest in the name of investigating the truth of the matter.
The fact that the Pope was under house arrest is equivalent to a signal. For a time, the situation of the Holy See of Light located in various parts of the mainland of Deland was a little delicate, especially the Central Holy See established in Shifer, because the clergy inside and the Pope lived together day and night, so they were affected. The voice of doubt is the loudest.
The people strongly demanded that the royal family of Teresa immediately conduct a demonic investigation of other bishops in the Central Holy See.
This is only external pressure. From the inside, the pressure that the Central Holy See is facing is not small.
The disadvantage of the Pope's excessive power has been fully revealed so far. The entire operation of the Central Vatican without the Pope has almost been paralyzed. However, in just a few days, the affairs piled up like a mountain and almost collapsed. Dealing with these things a little bit more didn't save the situation much.
I don't know what kind of deal the Paladins and the Royal Family of Deland reached, and in the end they even bypassed the Royal Family of Deland and temporarily took over the management of the Central Holy See.
The cardinals of the Central Holy See also collectively raised objections to this, but under the double oppression of the royal family of Teresa and the Holy Knights, they had no choice but to accept this established fact in the end.
Not long after, King Teresa and the head of the Holy Knights jointly issued a statement, emphasizing that only the Pope has found signs of demonic energy. It doesn't matter, the local Holy See is also investigating one after another, and they will definitely give the people a complete result.
Only then did the Bright Holy See barely stabilize.
However, the seeds of doubt have already been planted in the hearts of the people. Even with such a statement, the reputation of the Holy See in Teresa quickly dropped to the lowest point in the past three hundred years.
Then, in such a precarious atmosphere, the coming-of-age ceremony of the Son of Light came.