Professional Red Line Cutting

Chapter 47: The Gift of Sacrifice to God (6)

"Let's go out first." Shen Yan covered his mouth and nose and said.
Lei Bo looked at his head, tentatively covered his nose, but when he raised his hand, he touched Shen Yan's hand, his fingers paused, and the hand that originally covered his mouth and nose had been withdrawn.
The two exited the room and stood outside, the originally muddy and dark place, but the smell was as if even the air was fresh.
"What's that?" Rebot asked.
"Dead rats." Shen Yan said.
Piles of dead rats are piled up in the ground, smelling foul, and this is the source of all diseases.
"It's artificial." Rebott said.
Shen Yan turned his head to look at him and smiled: "Very smart, it is really the right decision to bring you over from Gehry."
"I don't belong to anyone." Rebott said.
He was only temporarily settled in the Kingdom of Louis, and he originally planned to go to a place, but he was trapped here because of the epidemic, and he was not sure which place it was.
He knew he was looking for someone, but he wasn't sure who that person was.
"Of course, you are free." Shen Yan smiled and took out the fire fold from his arms and set fire to this single house.
It's just a low-quality wooden house, although there is water on the ground, the fire spreads quickly, but in an instant, this room has been completely swallowed by the tongue of fire.
"Let's go." Shen Yan turned around and said.
Rebot followed behind him and said, "Have you already determined who it is?"
"Sure." Shen Yan took the reins of the horse and stepped onto the horse and smiled.
The kingdom of Louis is still martial, threatening not only the kingdom of Lev, but also the power of the central papal see, and the epidemic is the most bloodless way, and the effect is fast and irresistible.
It looks smart, but in fact, it is also the most stupid way, because the people who cause these do not have any way to control it, today it is the kingdom of Louis, tomorrow it will spread to other countries, and if you are not in awe, sooner or later it will spread to the entire continent.
A continent where the only god has disappeared and there is no means of redemption, such a catastrophe is absolutely unprecedented.
Although he was laughing, Rebot saw an extremely rich killing intent in those blue eyes.
"Christo." Rebot called out to him, clearly seeing the warmth of those eyes.
"Rebert, do you want to try my sword?" Shen Yan held the sword on his waist and looked down at him and smiled.
"Think!" Repert replied almost without hesitation.
He came to Christo's side to test his swordsmanship with him.
"But before that, we all need to take a shower." Shen Yan raised his arm and sniffed the smell on his clothes, pinched his nose and said, "I feel like I'm going to be marinated here."
Reibert: "..." The
kingdom's martial arts arena is very large, Rebot waited there quietly after bathing, there were no soldiers guarding here, and there were all kinds of swords around, which seemed silent and solemn.
When Rebot raised his hand to get the sword hanging on the wall, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, and he turned his head to see that the sword he was holding in his hand did not grasp it for a moment, and fell directly to the ground.
It was Christo who came in, only different from the usual jewel hairband, his slightly wet long hair was spread out, the color of platinum was as soft as moonlight, and his blue eyes were like the color of the sky, as if the day and the moon appeared at the same time as the same contradiction, but there was no trace of abruptness.
He went to the cloak, wearing only a simple knight's uniform, even the armor he carried on it, brown riding boots wrapped around his calves, making those legs look extraordinarily long, and his height did not appear insufficient because of the scattering of long hair, but because of this, let him go a little youthful, more like a mature male.
Shen Yan watched his movements and walked over, bent down to pick up the sword, and his long hair fell back to him.
With a snap, Rebott's gaze shifted from hair to the sword he had drawn.
"Nice sword." Shen Yan □□ the sword completely, put the scabbard aside, and then swung it a few times.
"Are you going to compare this to me?" Rebot asked.
In this kind of thing, it is generally more convenient to use a familiar sword, and even if an unfamiliar sword is excellent, it is easy to make subtle mistakes when making moves.
"Why not?" Shen Yan took a few steps back with his sword and said with a smile, "Let's start."
Rebot's eyes darkened a little, and he also stood still, drawing his sword.
The master made a move, only in an instant, the same two silver lights flashed, Rebot was shocked when he caught the sword that was chopped, and his eyes met the sight of the young man, and he saw some fighting intent from it.
This kind of battle intent is somewhat similar to the previous killing intent, and it is also not present in the eyes of the other party when they first met.
The force on the sword was so heavy that the sword was roaring, and the green tendons on Rebot's arm were tense.
The blade slashed, and the sharp sound was even mixed with sparks, and Rebot's subconscious reaction was only able to block the sword momentum, the blade moved down, and Rebot looked up at the tip of the sword passing through the place where it was his throat.
If you don't take it seriously, you will die!
Reibert's sword stabbed at the youth as he turned, but was lightly blocked by the sword he did not know when to retract.
Shen Yan hooked his lips and smiled, the hilt of the sword in his hand flipped, and when he held it with his backhand, he was already heading towards Rebot's neck.
This was the same move as before, Rebot quickly retracted the sword, but when blocking, the sword that he had been holding backhand changed so easily to a positive direction, forcing him to keep retreating until he retreated to the wall.
The sword in Shen Yan's hand touched his neck, and it was impossible to stop, only a gentle move could erase his neck, but the sword stopped very steadily, which could make Rebot feel threatened but not fatal.
This is Christo's true strength, and he can even use a sword he is not familiar with at all, to force him into such a corner.
"I lost." Rebott said.
"It's just the first time." Shen Yan withdrew his sword and turned around, "You don't just want to compete with me once."
"Of course not." Rebot lifted his sword and followed him back to the center of the arena.
Competitions are all about losing and winning, and Repert used to fight against others, and the winning surface was greater than the losing surface, even in the face of the previous King Louis, he could easily win the other party.
But when he tried with Christo, he felt a deep weakness, no matter what way he used, no matter how he evaded the moves he used before, the opponent's attack was very unexpected.
Challenging again and again, defeat after defeat, Rebert propped himself on the ground with his sword and panted, sweat dripping down his hair.
In such a battle, it is impossible to tell whether the physical pressure is greater or the psychological pressure is greater.
Shen Yan withdrew his sword and looked at the man who was half-kneeling on the ground, sweat wet his collar and half-length blonde hair, crystal water droplets not only fell down his cheeks, but also flowed down his hair, and there were little wet marks on the ground.
The anger in his heart was gone, and Shen Yan stretched out his hand towards the person on the ground and said, "Are you okay?"
"Hmm." Rebot raised his head, looked at the hand he reached out in front of him, and raised his hand to shake it.
His sweat made his palms wet, and at the same time moistened the other party's dry palms, Rebot took advantage of the strength to get up, originally tried to withdraw the sword, but stepped on a wet place, his toes slipped, he was caught off guard, but he couldn't find a point of strength, he could only be forced to support the young man's chest, and the two fell down in unison.
Shen Yan sat on the ground, supported the ground with one hand, looked at the man who was a little embarrassed to support his chest, and smiled: "This is also considered as you won once." "Sorry
." Rebert tried to get up, but found that one of his hands was still clasped with the young man, and he looked up, but met the young man's somewhat deep eyes.
He remembered the feeling he had when he was in the slums, and now it was still being intensified by the interlacing of each other's breaths.
Christo is the Holy Son of the Central See, he is a man who serves the gods, and his appearance and presence seem to be innate enough to attract the attention of everyone.
The people of Louis's kingdom worshipped him, looked up to him, and looked at him with a look of heat and piety than at the gods.
But Repert did not believe in God.
"Christo." Rebart called his name.
"Huh?" Shen Yan answered.
It's just a very simple and puzzled sound, but it is like a lead, making Rebert's heart seem to light a fire that makes him have nowhere to vent.
Everyone calls ChristoFor the angel, but Rebot feels that he is a succubus, a succubus in an angel shell, every move is pulling his heart, making him fall into hell, helpless.
"Rebot, get up." Shen Yan interrupted Rebott's thoughts with a smile.
Rebot stood up and found that the hand he had just held had been released.
The two stood up, Shen Yan picked up the sword from the ground and looked at the gap above: "It's used too ruthlessly, it seems that it can't be used anymore." Rebot
also picked up his sword from the ground and put it in its scabbard, Christo's sword could not be used, his sword was even more damaged, but...
He held the hilt of his sword, and there was an indescribable but extremely intense feeling in his heart, a feeling that made him a little painful, but very urgent.
"Gehry doesn't account for that." Rebott said.
Christo's contribution to the Kingdom of Louis is nothing to match.
"I'm just ruining a sword in pity." Shen Yan put the sword into its sheath, placed it on the sword rack to be repaired, looked at him and said, "How is your sword?"
"It's fine." Rebott said.
"Huh?" Shen Yan walked in front of him and reached out to try to pull out the sword from Rebot's waist, but was held by the wrist of the other party.
"Are you a close-fitting weapon, or it's better to fix it early." Shen Yan moved his hand and said.
"Got it." Rebot let go of his hand as if he had touched a hot potato, but was pulled out by Shen Yan.
"The injury is very serious, and it may be difficult to repair." Shen Yan looked at the gap that was almost disconnected and said, "Or I'll pay you a hand."
"No thanks." Rebot took his sword and put it back, turned around, and said, "I'll go take a shower first."
"There's no rush." Shen Yan took his arm and said, "It's not good for your body to take a bath just after intense exercise."
"Then I'll go back and rest first." Rebott said.
Stay here again, he doesn't know what he's going to do.
"Okay." Shen Yan let go of his hand and smiled, "Then rest well." "Good
." Rebot held the hilt of his sword and left quickly.
Shen Yan looked at his disappearing back and smiled: [It's really cute. 】
【Host, do you fancy it?】 521 asked.
[Yes, don't you think he looks very good?] Shen Yan asked.
521 said, "Beautiful, but aren't you worried that the gods will be angry?]
】 As the only person who cannot be chased by God, but he turned to look at a human being, everyone in the □□ position must be very unwilling.
According to the statistics of the system, it is very likely that something very unpleasant will happen in this case.
[Little cute, I don't want to provoke him, I'm not really afraid of him. ] Shen Yan said.
He considered that the worst result was to leave, because he didn't want to provoke the other party, and he added any emotional hurt to the other party, making both sides not good-looking, and it did not mean that the other party did not have any ability to resist when he took the initiative to threaten him.
The task is only to cut the red line, and there is no rule in the rules that the party who is the protagonist cannot be killed.
[Oh! 521 exclaimed, correcting his cognitive error, [So do you want to fall in love?]
【Why not?】 Shen Yan said with a smile.
The other party obviously suited his taste and was also interesting to him, and he had no reason to refuse.
By the time Mick and the others brought back the escaped bishops, the plague in the kingdom of Louis had almost been treated.
Shen Yan met those bishops alone, and they obviously had a bad time when they left the Holy See, taking off the bishop's robes and changing into ordinary people's clothes, so that the originally pampered body was subjected to various tortures.
Shen Yan looked at their somewhat loose faces and knew that they were much thinner than before.
"Your Excellency Christo..." Bishop Pei Ji looked at Shen Yan flatteringly, "Is there some misunderstanding between us?"
Shen Yan sat on the side and looked at them with messy hair and smiled: "I don't think there is any misunderstanding, Mick, where did you find them?"
"It's at the junction of the Kingdom of Louis and the Kingdom of Lola." Mick half-knelt in front of Shen Yan and said, "They're almost about to step into Lola's borders."
"It seems that Laura has a share too." Shen Yan said with a smile, "Mick, you have worked hard, you get up first."
"Thank you." Mick got up and stood aside.
Shen Yan got up, drew his sword from his waist, and walked in front of several bishops in their terrified gazes: "What is your conspiracy with the Lev Kingdom, it is better to say it in one fifty and ten."
"Christo, you can't do this!" Pei Ji stared at the sword almost into cross-eyed eyes, "The gods will send down punishment!"
"I have killed many bishops, and they are still alive and well." Shen Yan smiled and put the sword against his neck and said, "And my patience is not good." The
tip of the sword was forceful, the tingling feeling was transmitted, blood had already flowed out, Pei Ji opened his mouth and shouted: "No, please don't, I say, I say it all!"
"How nice is that." Shen Yan put down his kendo.
Even several bishops, including Pei Ji, breathed a sigh of relief, and Pei Ji looked at the young man, his breath trembling and said: "We are just afraid of your power..."
His account was a little upside down, but even Mick, who was present, understood it.
As a holy son, Christo firmly controlled the power of the central Holy See, and he even became a concentration of faith, which not only harmed the interests of all kingdoms, but also made the bishops tremble.
In order to tear Christo down, they launched a long-prepared conspiracy in advance, on the one hand, they could comprehensively suppress the Louis Kingdom, and on the other hand, they could vigorously publicize that it was because of the great sins of the Holy Son that they brought misfortune to the people.
And the existence of the Son and the Holy Daughter, originally for the purpose of offering sacrifices to the gods, burning their sins with a fiery fire, and letting them go to the temple to personally atone for their sins to the gods will be supported by all the people.
After all, in the eyes of the people, going to the temple is an extremely glorious thing, and it does not matter what means are taken.
Everyone can push one person to the throne, and everyone rebels, even the paladins of the Central Holy See cannot stop that end.
"You guys are so much!" Mick drew his sword on the side, and even his breath trembled with anger.
"Mick, don't be angry about something like this." Shen Yan looked at him and said.
"But their original purpose in choosing the Son was to burn to death!" Mick was so angry that he couldn't imagine such a scene of the burning Holy Son being burned to death, whether it was Christo or Betty, they were so beautiful and alive, how could they survive stepping into the flames, "I can't tolerate it!"
"Mick, calm down." Shen Yan said.
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Christo, I gaffed." Mick half-knelt across from him and pleaded guilty.
"No, you're a good boy who is kind." Shen Yan said with a smile, "But don't be angry with yourself for such a thing, the conspiracy will eventually be broken, the ugliness will eventually be exposed and punished, we already know the conspiracy, we will not let such a conspiracy succeed."
"But the Central Holy See..." said Mick with a sharp look up.
"There's Knight Captain Or, don't you believe him?" Shen Yan said with a smile.
"I believe that he will not betray, and I believe in you even more." Mick said.
"Then they leave it at your disposal." Shen Yan glanced at several bishops.
The meaning of the disposition was obvious, and several bishops exclaimed: "No, Christo, we told the conspiracy!"
"You clearly promised that if we say it, you will let us go!"
"You can't do this!"
"I never said anything like that." Shen Yan smiled, nodded to Mick, who stood up and pulled out his sword, and then walked out of the room, closing the sound of the sword sinking into the flesh and the sound of screaming.
Shen Yan walked along the corridor and turned a few steps around the corner, but there he saw a man leaning against the wall and holding a sword.
"Rebbot?" Shen Yan called his name.
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop." Rebot looked at his smile and said.
"Come to compare swords? I may not have worked hard these days. Shen Yan said with a smile.
"I hear you." Rebot's eyes were a little complicated.
The Son and the Holy Daughter were originally sacrificed to God, and he could still laugh when he learned that he was a gift to be sacrificed?
It was precisely because he heard such remarks that he did not turn away.
Shen Yan laughed: "Worried about me?
The heavy feeling in Rebert's heart deepened a little: "I won't let them do that." Christo
should not have been sacrificed to that unwarranted god, he was naturally fit to stand on a high place and be admired by everyone, but Rebot did not want him to be watched by so many people...
Shen Yan smiled and said, "I won't let them do that."
"Then why not leave them to reveal their plot?" Reibert asked.
"Publicizing the conspiracy will not only bring down the Holy See's reputation again, but also let people know the fate that Betty and I should have, and once implemented, this kind of thing will affect everyone." Shen Yan looked at him and said, "Although you are looked up to, not everyone wants you to always stand at the top, even if you do not harm their interests, there will be people who are eager to see your embarrassed appearance of falling into the dust." Facts
are not the most important thing, strength and faith are, what he wants to do is not to publish the facts, but to convince the people that what he says is the truth.
"I like the way you are." Rebott said.
He deserved to be looked up to by everyone, but in his heart he expected the other person's gaze to fall only on him.
"I like it too." Shen Yan patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave.
The bodies of several bishops were silently buried, the epidemic was over, and the horse team returning to the Holy See was also being prepared.
"Rebert, are you really leaving the Kingdom of Louis, maybe the person you are looking for is still here." Gehry stopped Rebert and said, his tone full of retention.
"It won't be here, I've found it." Rebott said.
"Who is it?!" Gehry was a little surprised.
Rebot's afterlight looked at the young man who was leading the horse, and turned his gaze back and said, "It's not convenient to say."
But he did find it, and his heart told him it was that person and couldn't be wrong.
"Okay, a safe journey." Gehry put her arm around his shoulder and said, "I'll miss you." His
warriors, the warriors he thought would be his right hand, were gone!
"Hmm." Rebot answered.
Shen Yan led the horse to look here, thinking of the scene he saw for the first time, the man's blond hair shone in the sun, his blue eyes were like a lake, his waist and back were always straight, and the clothes on his body showed an extremely good figure, one more strong, one less was thin, no more, no less.
Gehry sighed twice and walked towards Shen Yan, he first saluted, and then took out the previous ruby necklace from his arms and handed it to Shen Yan: "Please help me bring this to Betty." "Good
." Shen Yan took the ruby necklace and put it in his arms.
"You are the benefactor of the Kingdom of Louis, I and the people here will support and believe in you, you can write to you if you have any difficulties in the Central Church, and we will do our best." Gehry said.
"Good." Shen Yan replied.
"One more thing I'm sorry about, my father went to the surrounding cities, and when he heard that you were leaving, let me apologize to you, and I couldn't send you away in person." Gehry said.
King Morgan did everything himself, so that the Kingdom of Louis was united and strong.
Shen Yan smiled and said, "It's okay, we will have the opportunity to meet again next time."
"Yes." Gehry laughed.
Shen Yan mounted his horse, the paladins followed, and Rebert rode to his right side.
Mick glanced at it depressedly, but didn't say anything more.
The group set off at a fast pace, and by sunset they had crossed the border of the kingdom of Louis.
It was dark, and slowly I couldn't see the road ahead, only the shadows of the forest, no village in front, no shop behind.
"Your Excellency, this is very close to the place where we camped before." Mick said.
Shen Yan had already heard the sound of gurgling water, he pulled the reins of the horse to stop, the horse's hooves clicked, and several neighing sounds came behind him, and he also stopped: "It's too dark to rush now, just camp here, and rush again tomorrow."
"Yes." The paladins replied one after another.
The horses were tied to the trees, and they gnawed on the grass on the ground or the leaves hanging from the trees, and no one needed to worry about them.
The bonfire was set up, and the knights sat on the ground, but blankets were spread out for Shen Yan's place, and potatoes were thrown into the fire, smelling as the flames jumped.
"Your Excellency Christo, go take a bath first." Mick held his clothes and said, "I'll give you the wind." "Good
." Shen Yan was about to take his clothes, and the two hands next to him reached out and held them directly.
Repert's voice carried a coldness that made the night colder: "I'll just take the wind."
"I am a paladin, and it is our duty to take care of the Son." Mick said dissatisfied.
They were originally His Excellency's most faithful believers, and Mick had always felt that he would follow behind His Excellency Christo, but they had only been away for a few days, and this position was faintly snatched up by Rebert, a man who had just competed with His Excellency the Son without sparing a sword, why?!
"You can't protect him." Rebott said.
All the paladins, including Mick, looked over, and their eyes were written with disbelief, although it was a fact that they couldn't beat this man, but... Well, no but.
"One can't be protected, but we have a group of people." Another paladin said.
"That's right!" Mick said.
In this kind of thing of fighting, whoever cares about your small number of people, just wins.
"Then try it." Rebot's hand was on the sword, and the paladins were also fierce, and the two sides were quite tense.
Shen Yan spoke, "Let Rebot go."
In an instant, the momentum of the Holy Knights deflated, and Mick even looked at Shen Yan's gaze with grievances: "Why?" Are
they not trustworthy?
"You've had a hard day, let Rebert come." Shen Yan said with a smile.
Mick and the others were in a significantly better mood, and Mick took the lead and said, "I don't feel hard.
"I think you're hard." Shen Yan pulled Rebot's arm and turned to leave.
Walking to a secluded place by the river, Shen Yan found a good place to untie his clothes, and heard an inquiry from behind: "Why me?"
Shen Yan turned his head and saw the deep grievances hidden in Rebot's eyes in the moonlight reflected in the sky and river.
He took off his belt and smiled: "Of course, because I don't want to take a bath and be watched by a group of people."
"You lied to them?" Rebot looked at his fingers unbuttoning his clothes, swallowed his saliva inexplicably, and his eyes didn't know where to put them for a while.
"Sometimes it's not nice to be honest." Shen Yan took off his shirt, but when he turned his head, he found that Rebot had retreated to the side of the tree, and his eyes had turned sideways.
Innocent......
Shen Yan put his clothes on the grass on the shore and went into the water, washing the sweat from the heat and horseback riding.
The sound of water sounded softly, even if Rebot's eyes were trying to stare at the moon, there was no way to block the sound there, he didn't even know what he was looking at, and imagination directly appeared in his mind...
No, it's ridiculous, Christo trusts him, but he cares. If you let him know, I am afraid that I will stay away from him.
Shen Yan looked at the man's red almost blood-dripping earlobe and unconsciously covered his face with his hand, groaned, slammed into the water, and made a huge noise.
The sound was enough to wake up Rebott, and he looked into the river without thinking about it just now, but he only saw the rippling water waves, but not the people in it.
"Christo!" Rebot's breathing was slightly sluggish, and he directly removed the shoes and some accessories and jumped inside, inhaled and sank, and before he had time to find, he was supported by his waistFloated above the water.
The river was rippling, and Rebot gasped for breath while meeting the young man's close eyes.
His hair was wet, his eyelashes were wet, water droplets were ticking on his cheeks, and there were water traces spreading around his collarbone neck, which made him look like a mermaid who had suddenly appeared out of the water.
It is rumored that in ancient times there were mermaids, with beauty that was not lost to angels, and voices and singing voices that were not lost to elves, and they confused the people on board with their voices, making them voluntarily jump into the water and drown in it.
Such a legend flashed in Rebot's mind, and his head was a little blank for a while: "You..."
"Rebert, you have to take off your clothes in the shower, you are so easy to sink to the bottom." Shen Yan said with a smile.
His voice was low and beautiful, intertwined with the sound of the flow of the river, and merged into an extremely pleasant ethereal, the river was a little cold, but Rebot's heart was very hot, and he hardly knew how to take out the flame.
Christo, why are there such people under the sun.
Even when the gods see him, they stop and move for him.
Rebert couldn't help but move forward, abandoning reason at that moment, and kissed the lips that made his heart move.
The moment I touched it, my heart seemed to bloom, and even if I didn't have a method, I had instincts.
He wants exclusivity, even if the person is admired by everyone, he only wants exclusivity.
"Rebot," Shen Yan smiled as he held his face as he parted, "Do you know the punishment for blasphemous gifts?
"I'm fearless." Rebott said.
Shen Yan laughed, lowered his head and touched his lips slightly, and the distance made Rebot's heart itch slightly: "Christo..."
"Repert, blasphemy is not like you, I'll teach you." Shen Yan clasped the back of his neck and kissed his lips.
The river is slightly cold, but the affection is very warm.
Shen Yan got dressed and sat on the shore, one leg curled, his long hair was scattered, and it slowly dried out with the night breeze, he looked at the humane who only showed his head in the river: "Rebot, when did you come up?"
"For a moment." Rebot took a deep breath and said.
Even if he was soaked in the colder and colder river water, the fire in his heart did not disappear, and the unexpected kiss was enough to immerse his soul, and his heart was wrapped in flames, but there was a sweet taste like nectar brewing in it.
This made him reminisce, but he couldn't face Christo calmly for a while.
"Okay, come up quickly, and they'll come and see if it's late." Shen Yan said with a smile.
"Yes." Rebott said.
He finally suppressed the internal fire, got up and walked out of the river, but met the young man's unsquinting gaze.
There is no kinky in it. Desire, only appreciation, but still makes Rebert a little uncomfortable.
"It's a good figure." Shen Yan said.
Rebot's fingers in his clothes trembled imperceptibly, and he liked the other person's gaze falling on his body, but he was nervous because of this straightforward appreciation.
Always get used to it, this is the punishment of blasphemous gifts.
"You too." Rebott said.
"You're so cute." Shen Yan's eyes were slightly dark, and he reached out and kneaded his earlobe.
Rebot almost jumped away because of that momentary action, he looked at the innocent look of the other party, and suppressed the slight itch: "Aren't you afraid of the gods?"
"I have no faith." Shen Yan looked at him and smiled, "No one will believe in a god who will be burned to death and sacrificed. The
fact that the Holy See Son does not believe in God sounds like a joke.
"That's good." When Rebot said this, he inexplicably felt a trace of discomfort.
Shen Yan smiled, took the cloth on the side and wiped his hair: "It's better to dry a little, so as not to get cold."
"Thank you." Rebott said.
When they went back together, they attracted everyone's attention, and Mick snorted, took the plate with the peeled baked potatoes and put it in front of Shen Yan, "Your Excellency Christo, please use it."
Rebot pursed his lips and didn't say anything, but just when he was about to find a place to sit, he heard Shen Yan's voice: "Rebot, sit here."
His hand patted the blanket next to him.
"Your Excellency Christo!" Mick almost broke his voice in surprise.
"I'm going to sleep and need a mat." Shen Yan looked at Rebot and said.
"I can!" Mick said.
"I think you should go to the shower first." Shen Yan took the plate he was carrying and said, "Thank you."
Mick looked embarrassed for a moment, took a few steps back, turned and glared at Rebert, and went to the river with a few paladins.
Rebot sat on the side of the blanket, and Shen Yan pushed the potatoes over and said, "Let's eat some together."
"He'll be angry." Rebott said.
"Mick just adores me too much, he has a girl he likes." Shen Yan said.
The people of the Paladins were loyal and respectful enough, even if it was originally because of his identity and Orr.
Rebert took the plate and took a piece of potato and brought it to his mouth, not long after it was roasted, with a rich aroma, it was delicious.
Shen Yan also ate a piece, then wiped his hand, patted Rebot's thigh and said, "It feels good."
Rebot looked at him in surprise, but saw the young man sideways, lying directly on his lap and laughing: "Borrow me to lie down."
"Well, did you do the same when you went?" Rebert carefully wrapped his fingers around his long hair that fell at his side.
He didn't want to look careful, but the thought of Christo lying on someone else's lap made him sour.
"When I went, I was leaning on a big tree, which was so hard that I almost fell asleep." Shen Yan grabbed his hand around his hair, placed it on his chest, and then closed his eyes.
Rebert had a feeling of being caught, his eyes turned slightly, and when he looked down, he found that the young man had closed his eyes, and the grasping hand did not let go.
There was a faint sound of talking and making trouble in the distance, and Rebot pulled the blanket from the side to cover the young man's body, and also covered the shaking hands by the way.
But even so, such an intimate action still made the returning paladins look and see, and they were in good spirits, as if they didn't have to sleep all night.
Facing such a gaze, Rebott tightened his fingers slightly, leaned directly against the tree and closed his eyes.
He can't blatantly declare their relationship, but as long as the person belongs to him.
There was a gradual silence everywhere, only the sound of flames crackling, until the last paladin could not bear to sleep, but the man who had been sleeping against the tree trunk suddenly opened his eyes.
The fire jumped, and the turquoise eyes seemed to be scattered with endless broken ice, and Rebert looked down at the sleeping youth on his lap, and re-tightened his already slightly loose fingers.
Fingers clasped, warm and dry.
The young man's eyelashes fluttered, as if he felt something, but because of such a familiar tactile consciousness, he became drowsy again.
He said that his gift would never run away... No matter what way.
It's just that although it's all him, it's just that my consciousness sinks, but this person can't help but move too quickly.
He hasn't appeared for a year, and he has completely forgotten about his threat?
Shen Yan opened his eyes, only to see the jumping fire and the man sleeping against the tree.
[Host, what's wrong?] 521 asked.
[I just felt the gaze of the gods.] Shen Yan said.
The opponent's momentum is very oppressive, and it is by no means possible to hide it by changing the shell.
[But I didn't detect the other party's information.] 521 feels very wasted, it is already a waste system, it has no effect.
[The other party came prepared.] Shen Yan turned his eyes to look at Rebert with his eyes closed.
He thought the gods hadHe gave up his interest in his toy, but did not expect that the other party appeared again when he had just identified a lover in this life.
Shen Yan raised his hand and touched Rebot's cheek and said softly: "I will protect you." Since
you provoke the other party, of course, you must protect the other party's life, even if the opponent is a god.
When it was dark, there were only a few wisps of light smoke left from the originally roaring fire, and when Shen Yan opened his eyes, he just met the turquoise eyes that Rebot looked at.
"Have you been awake for a long time?" Shen Yan asked.
"Just woke up." Rebott said.
"Hypocrisy." Mick complained.
Obviously he has been awake for a long time, and he has been staring at His Excellency Christo endlessly.
At first glance, he was a fanatical believer and did not want His Excellency Christo to know.
However, neither Shen Yan nor Rebot paid attention to him, and Shen Yan sat up and asked, "Is the leg numb?"
Rebot frowned as he moved his leg: "No." Just
for a while, he can endure.
"I'll help you press it." Shen Yan said.
Mick looked at Shen Yan incredulously: "Your Excellency Holy Son! How
could His Excellency the Son's hand press that man's leg! That's service... That's a hand that can't be desecrated.
"Good." Rebot replied.
Mick: "??! "