【Knife E】Mid love

When Braum picked up Ezreal in the snow, the blond explorer was unconscious.

When Ezreal exited the game in a hurry, he apparently forgot that he was summoned by the summoner to join the Alliance in the border region of the Freljord.

Being forced out of Arcane Leap and Flash by one's teammates is something Ezreal has never thought about in his life.

The kiss came quickly and suddenly, the unsuspecting explorer was caught by the shadow of the blade, and Ezreal realized after the other party's tongue swiped around in his mouth, he pushed Talon away, and quickly He used the flash that had just been converted, but in the end he was afraid that the distance would not be far enough, so he used an arcane leap, successfully making Tai Long's figure disappear from his sight.

The roots of his ears were terribly hot, Ezreal wiped his lips, feeling angry in his heart, but he didn't know what to say, his mind went blank, and all the cursing and cursing words disappeared inexplicably.

Ezreal hid in the bushes next to Elder Lizard for several 10 minutes, until he found that his AD had never appeared online, and Lux ​​was looking for him in the team channel, and Ezreal realized that he was still in the game among.

It's just that as long as he is still in this game, he will definitely see Tai Long again.

This made Ezreal ignore the call of the Brilliant Girl. Even if he would be beaten up by the other party when he went to Demacia in the future, the explorer decided to be a turtle at this time.

However, the reality does not allow him to curl up like that and not look around to pretend that nothing happened. Just when Ezreal decided to pretend to be dead, the sound of footsteps caught his attention.

The hood that Tailong took off by himself did not take it back. The wind in the valley near Elder Lizard was a bit strong, blowing his black hair. He stood about ten meters away from Ezreal, watching quietly like that. over here.

As a shadowy Assassin, Ezreal would hear his footsteps, apparently on purpose by Talon himself.

Ezreal was stunned by the sharpness of his dark red eyes staring at the prey, and as the opponent slowly approached, he gritted his teeth, directly cut off the connection with the alliance, and left the battlefield.

The purpose of the explorer's trip was to visit Ashe and Tryndamere in the Freljord. When he withdrew from the alliance, he was upset and his mind was in a daze. With a look in his eyes, he packed his things in a panic and continued walking in the predetermined direction.

However, Ezreal forgot that he was originally planning to go out the next morning, and arrived at the next place with a home in the evening.

At this time, if he set off in the afternoon, he would arrive at a deserted ice field at night.

Lady Luck didn't smile at the explorer like Drizzt always said. Ezreal, who was walking on the ice field in the evening, encountered a blizzard. Even with a map, he lost his way in the blizzard.

"How could you make such a mistake and appear on the ice field at night?" Braum handed hot soup to the explorer who was wrapped in a blanket and sitting in front of the fire.

If Braum hadn't passed by somewhere at noon the next day and happened to find Ezreal, I'm afraid the blond explorer would have died on the ice sheet of the Freljord.

Ezreal took the hot soup, took a sip, and thanked Bron in a hoarse voice: "Thank you."

"Thank you, we can be regarded as partners." Although the AD next to Braum as a support will not be Ezreal most of the time, they have worked together a few times anyway. He was curious when he ran to the ice field in the middle of the night, "As a senior explorer, you shouldn't make such a mistake."

When he saw Ezreal holding the hot soup in a trance and looking like he was traveling in outer space, Bron sighed, and he swallowed his curiosity back: "Hey, we have a party in the bar tonight, you come No, just relax with a glass of wine and everything will pass."

Ezreal looked up at Braum and finally nodded, "Okay, I'll go."

He felt that he should really relax and erase Tyrone from his mind, otherwise he didn't know what wrong decision he would make under his irritability.

The Freljord people don't like to communicate with outsiders, but they still welcome the explorer Ezreal. First, it is not the first time for the explorer to pass by here. Second, the hero of the village, Braum, and him Good relationship.

There is a large space in the center of the bar, where a few bearded men are sitting and playing the musical instruments they made themselves. The cheerful music is accompanied by bursts of laughter, which makes Ezreal feel relaxed after stepping into it .

Soon some girls began to dance with cheerful steps, people raised their wine glasses, sang and laughed, and isolated the wind and snow from the lively atmosphere.

Ezreal picked up a glass of wine, and soon a girl came to him and toasted him, wanting to hear the story of the explorer.

There are many stories in Ezreal's belly, and every experience he has is enough for these girls to listen to fascinated.

"I really want to be an explorer." A girl with two braids sighed while holding her chin. "An explorer is awesome. You can see so many people and so many scenery."

"To be an explorer, you must first be bold and brave. How can you become an explorer if you don't even dare to go far alone?" Another girl wearing a headscarf teased.

The two quickly got together and chatted.

Their words still reached Ezreal's ears, and he puffed out his chest, feeling extremely proud, but soon he thought of the scene of fleeing from the battle in embarrassment before, and for a while he frown again.

A bearded man next to him was flushed from drinking, and he patted Ezreal on the shoulder: "Hey, our Mr. Explorer seems to have encountered some kind of problem?"

"It's nothing." Ezreal laughed dryly.

The bearded man filled Ezreal's wine glass with wine: "Drink this glass of wine, and then muster up the courage to face it. Mr. Explorer will definitely be able to easily solve your own problems."

In the words of the bearded man, Ezreal drank the glass of wine, and the two of them drank three or four glasses unconsciously while chatting. Ezreal felt a little dizzy, and his thinking seemed to be disordered , the bearded man praised a few more sincerely from the side, and Ezreal felt that it was too shameful for him to leave the battle in a hurry. At that time, he should have kicked Tyrone viciously in the stomach, or simply Back to the kiss, why was he the one who wanted to escape in embarrassment and shyness, he obviously had nothing wrong with it.

Alcohol was on his mind, and after hearing the summoner's call, Ezreal directly chose to participate in the battle.

He's going to meet Tyrone, tell him that kiss didn't bother him at all, and then he's going to punch that guy!

The goddess of fate smiled at the explorer at this time, and as he wished, let him meet Tai Long, but not on his own side, but on the enemy's side.

There seemed to be some dispute between the summoners. After discussion, Ezreal was assigned to the middle lane.

Alcohol made Ezreal so drunk that he even stumbled a bit when he walked, but when he saw Tyrone on the opposite side still laning against himself, he suddenly became full of pride and vowed to give that guy a good look.

In fact, the best way to get drunk is to quickly find a place to nest up and have a good rest, instead of choosing to understand something like Ezreal, because getting drunk often means that things are likely to develop in a direction that no one can think of. go.

There was nothing worth noting in the initial laning match. The two mid laners acted as if nothing had happened yesterday. They replenished their pawns under the order of the summoner, looking at the money in their pockets bit by bit. rise up.

Ezreal wanted to speak several times but was held back by Tyrone's indifference. He even wondered if he had a crazy dream yesterday, but nothing actually happened.

In the middle of the game, the stamina of the drink picked up, and Ezreal started to make faint moves, and even jumped to the opponent's face to tie A in a team battle.

In order to save him, the jungler rushed in, but was controlled by the enemy's support, Talon's blade sent him home a few times, and when Ezreal was waiting to die, he would see blood whenever he appeared The sharp blade of the blade actually brushed past his neck, and the shadow of the blade seemed to have not seen a mid laner with residual blood in front of him, but was chasing and killing the support full of blood.

Ezreal stood in a daze for a moment, but still seized the opportunity to escape, but after successfully escaping from the battlefield, the explorer standing in the wild felt his chest constricted.

When he appeared on the line again, the shadow of the blade was leaning against the wall and gently wiping the sharp blade on his arm. Ezreal took a few deep breaths, and walked over regardless of the line of troops or whether it was hostile or not. .

Under Talon's slightly surprised eyes, Ezreal grabbed his collar.

The Shadow of the Blade didn't make any interruption movements, he looked down at the explorer with a flushed face, waiting for his next words and actions.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Ezreal's voice was full of anger, "Is it because of... that kiss? It's nothing at all! It's just a kiss!"

Accompanied by the falling voice, the explorer raised his head and tiptoed to find the lips under the hood of Tyrone.

It’s just that it was a drunken act after all, with a bit of resentment and irrationality. Compared with the kiss, it was more like an accidental disaster. The bumping of the gums made Ezreal gasp because of the pain, but he still Unwilling to let go, a pair of blue eyes opened wide, staring at Tyrone, as if to say: Look, this is nothing at all.

Tyrone frowned because of the alcohol smell on Ezreal, he reached out and grabbed the explorer's coat, and pulled him aside, but Ezreal, whose head was confused by alcohol, had to prove that it was nothing, He wasn't flustered by Tai Long's actions yesterday either, he just hugged Shadow of the Blade's arm and stretched out his head to lick the other's lips.

The hand holding the coat gradually loosened, turned upwards, gently stroked Ezreal's Adam's apple, and the other hand ran along the other's back. The explorer who was treated like this felt very comfortable, and his throat was deep. There was a purr, a low moan that was satisfied like a kitten being brushed.

"Ezreal." Tai Long lowered his head, his warm breath lingering in Ezreal's ears, "You have no chance."

—TBC—