108 Ways to Heal a Loyal Dog

(9)

Su Chengxing, who was completely ignorant of the loyal dog's inner OS, took a deep breath after accepting the answer that was not far from the expected one, and met the man's gaze:

"Thal, what you have done is beyond your identity."

The eyes of the two are facing each other, their breaths are intertwined, one is as firm as a rock, and the other has a complex expression.

"My subordinate understands."

The man's deep voice was dry and hoarse, and there was too much emotion in his flat tone.

This is the time!Take the lines!Su Chengxing was ecstatic in his heart, and was about to speak, when the pain surged from the root of the soul sent another shock, but the mage could only cover his head, and fell to one side with a muffled groan.

Sal held him up, and then hugged him into his arms.The sudden situation prevented the mage from continuing to question, and also made the black-haired warrior heave a sigh of relief.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the cloth that had slipped onto his knee, and gently wrapped it around the mage's body again, shifting the topic out of the dangerous area without a trace:

"However you want to punish the subordinate, the subordinate will sincerely accept it. But before that, please allow the subordinate to ease your discomfort first."

Hearing this, the person who was struggling with high-end soul pain and could barely maintain a calm surface raised his eyes in his arms with glowing eyes: "You want to link with me?"

Is his goal to be achieved ahead of schedule? !

"...Have you forgotten the race of your subordinates?" The man froze for a moment, lowered his eyes and smiled, and put the person in his arms into a pile of fluffy and soft pillows, "The spiritual power of the half-dream spirit has painkillers nickname."

"..." Su Chengxing's eyes were slack, but in fact he was already in a daze, and certain images began to be shown spontaneously in his mind... Then, part of the blood in his body forcibly escaped the control of the power of the soul, gathering like a surging flame. to several key body parts.

Su Chengxing clamped his legs shyly. Fortunately, Sal had already turned around and started to take off his clothes, so that he would not ruin the image of the experienced war mage in the eyes of the loyal dog.

Just before going to bed, the man had already taken off his close-fitting clothes, so almost in the blink of an eye, the man who was posing in various poses in his mind appeared alive in front of Su Chengxing.

Dazzled by the beauty in front of him, the sorcerer shifted his gaze a little bit, his gaze swiveled around the man's naked, strong, and interesting upper body, and then, accompanied by a clear and unmistakable rumbling sound, he swallowed the dry mouth Take a sip.

...so, so big...

The sound of his master's saliva naturally fell into the man's ears, and the man with normal complexion suddenly turned into a rare blushing face. Fortunately, the room was dark, and the black-haired warrior with excellent psychological quality could pretend not to hear it. , continue your actions.

He lifted the quilt, leaned against the mage, sat down beside him with a pillow, then stretched out his arm, and wrapped it around Su Chengxing's neck, gently but firmly, he hugged the other person to his own arms.

……

His heart was pounding, and just smelling the man's body up close, Su Chengxing felt that half of the pain in his soul had subsided.

Rough, warm skin covered his back little by little, thick and powerful arms wrapped around his arms tightly, long muscular legs were crossed with his legs, and the body that was slightly trembling and attached to him from behind did not exist Obstacles, leaving no gaps, fit perfectly with his body.

Dizziness... It's not the dizziness before, but the extremely unreal feeling of fluttering, everything seems to be a dream come true.

"Sar..." The man's body temperature was like the scorching sun in summer, melting the wind and snow in his body little by little. Su Chengxing unconsciously let go of his tightly clenched fists, half-closed his eyes, and vaguely sensed the relationship with the other person. Everywhere a person's body touches.

"Master?" The warrior, who was passing the spiritual power to the mage little by little through skin contact, whispered in his ear.

"I'm not going to punish you." Su Chengxing's voice became languid, he leaned into the man's arms, and rubbed his toes on the man's instep, "But, I have something to say to you. And after that , you need to answer me a question."

"...The subordinate is listening."

The voice that comes through the eardrum is low and gentle, and amidst the swaying wind and rain, it has the power to make people feel at ease.

"I know you are hiding those things because you are afraid that I will be sad." Although the development of the plot exceeded the planned number of ways, Su Chengxing, who was happy to hear about it, did not give up the lines he had prepared. Try to convey your inner voice to another person.

"But Archmage Fiorlando is not as fragile as you think." Su Chengxing grabbed the man's hand, lowered his head and kissed the man's calloused fingers that had been holding the sword all year round, pondered for a while, and softly called out to the soldier Name, "Thal, I am your master, and you are my sword and shield."

"However, no master will leave a sword and shield that does not obey the rules, does not obey orders, and hacks and protects."

The black-haired warrior who had been allowing him to move suddenly sat up straight and held the mage's wrist instead. His originally relaxed body was stretched to the extreme in a blink of an eye like a stretched bow.

"Master!" He called hoarsely, the usual calmness and calmness in his long eyes was blown away by the wave of emotions mixed with eagerness, fear, anxiety and so on.

"But..." Su Chengxing turned sideways, and approached the man with a dejected and hopeless face inch by inch.He put away his casual and lazy smile, his golden pupils met the warrior's long blue eyes without blinking, and with silent coercion, he wiped away all the panic in the man's eyes little by little, "If You are not only my sword and shield, but also my hands and feet, and even my half body. My master, I can only turn a blind eye to your occasional disobedience. wrong?"

In the darkness, the mage's understated words, like a gust of wind, hit the man's eyes as deep as the sea, setting off a turbulent sea.

Between the ups and downs of the strong wind, the things that were originally hidden deep under the water surface revealed some vague outlines.

It is the most primitive throbbing that has endured countless trials under the alluvial time of the river of time, and is suppressed by layers of rationality and shackles in the deepest part. Since the first meeting, it has taken root and sprouted here, and has been growing silently.

Su Chengxing stared fascinatedly at the charming sea area, getting closer and closer uncontrollably. After he reacted, he had completely turned around, straddled the man, and held the man's head with both hands. Looking at the handsome face from above because he was in shock, he couldn't recover for a long time.

"That's all I have to say." The long gray hair fell down and intertwined with the black hair of the other person.Warmth gushed out from the root of the soul, the corners of Su Chengxing's mouth turned up naturally, and he looked at his warrior with a gentle smile, while his slender and long fingers stroked the man's loose black hair, instead of a comb, to brush it for him Straighten out strand by strand.

"So... why don't you think about it, and change to a more effective and direct way, which will not waste your spiritual power, but also solve this annoying injury for your master once and for all?"

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silence.

silence.

Still silent.

In the darkness, the mage's shrunken figure was reflected in the sea area that would not know when it would return to calm again, and a more solid invisible high wall separated the two people who were close to each other.

The black-haired warrior grabbed the mage's waist, stepped back a little, and escaped from the opponent's sight.In contrast to his evasion, is the still steady arm and the deep voice without the slightest hesitation:

"Do you mean to replenish your mana through physical integration?..." Thrall lowered his head, sighed in distress, and then laughed a few times in self-concern.

No, no, no, the point is not to overthrow, but the one behind!It's soul linking while XXOO!With a new partner in this way, this bullshit soul won't hurt anymore!

Su Chengxing, who was worried about his language skills, was about to finish what the other person said, when the deep voice of the man behind him rang in his ears again.

"Owner……"

The soldier suddenly raised his head and looked at Su Chengxing, a pair of blue pupils were shining brightly in the night.

"If this is what you wish. Then, this is the honor of my subordinates."

——Is this YES? !

This answer hit Su Chengxing's head like a pie falling from the sky, making him dizzy with happiness.The smile froze at the corner of his mouth slowly revived, and the great joy rushed other things fiercely to the corner. Su Chengxing cheered, and rushed towards Sal involuntarily.

I seem to have forgotten something? ...You man, let's talk after this big meal!

Outside the window, the roaring wind stopped instantly, and the torrential rain turned into a gentle drizzle.

Inside the room, the curtains of the four-poster bed were lowered quietly, covering up the murmur of the lover's breath. It secretly overflows from the gap with the window, blending into this rainy night mixed with passion and excitement, tenderness and brutality.

…………

The flickering shadow fell on the mage's sleeping face, very quiet and beautiful.The man stroked his cheek, his blue eyes filled with deep worry in the black.

When the bodies were joined together without isolation, he had a clearer glimpse of the source of the other's broken soul.Those fires of destruction that he thought had died down, actually began to silently devour the other half of the green world that was left over thousands of years ago and was full of vitality.

He could only use his own spiritual power to temporarily cast a line of defense to prevent further deterioration of the injury.

But this time the mage's deep sleep, when he can wake up, he is not sure.

A ray of dawn brightened the dark sky, and the cool morning breeze pierced through the forest, shaking the leaves deposited with rainwater, and leaving mottled marks on the soft soil.

The small chatter and laughter of several maids came from outside the window, and the red little dragon crouched in the jewelry box shook its tail, turned over, and changed its original lying posture to a four-legged posture with its belly exposed.

The doors erected between the master bedroom and the small room were pushed open with a creak, and a tall, strong figure walked in.

He sat in front of the bed, put his hands on his knees, and looked out the window.

Ron En, who was enjoying a sweet dreamland, suddenly opened his eyes, sat up on the gold coin with a grunt, looked at the man dumbfounded, and exclaimed: "...Sar, what did you do?!"

It is familiar with that calm and profound warrior power that is always reserved to the last drop, at this moment it is like a tank of water that has been smashed through, pouring crazily from countless holes to the outside of the body like a torrent.

This is supposed to form a frightening and creepy deterrence and oppression. However, the power that flows out is all as if diluted, so weak that it can almost be ignored.

"...There is no time, Ron, the master's injury has worsened again." The black-haired soldier frowned, stood up anxiously, and quickly rummaged through the cabinet, tidying up earlier He took out the sheepskin package and threw it in front of Ron En, "I wanted to discuss it with you in two days, but now... can you take this and wait for me in the vestibule first?"

"What do you want to do?!"

Similar sentences, but more trembling emotions.Ron En stuffed the thing into his storage ring, then hurriedly flew to the man's shoulder, and looked towards the other side of the small door: "Did you tell Anser?"

"Whether the master knows it or not, I must do this."

His deep and watery eyes fell on his feet, and the man who was opening another door stopped abruptly and said expressionlessly.

As the youngest king in Breland's history, Victor has always gotten up early, and today, when he was about to go to the small study to open the thick sheepskin notebook after washing up and before eating, the guards The chief knocked on the door of the room anxiously.

"Your Majesty, Master Halka is asking to see you."

"...bring him in."

Victor closed the notebook at hand and watched the head of the guard leave in a little panic.Immediately, he stepped out from behind the desk, called the maid, and prepared a sumptuous breakfast for his rare guest who was about to visit.

However, the blood shadow battle came faster than he imagined.It took almost a second for the chief guard to disappear, and the man wrapped in a black cloak appeared silently in front of the king who turned back to the study.

"... Captain Halka, good morning." Victor was taken aback. After showing just the right surprise, he maintained his demeanor and nodded slightly to the man, "This way please."

The breakfast was not ready yet, so the king could only bring him into his study, and motioned to the small sofa under the window: "What do you need, a cup of black tea?"

The silent but imposing warrior suddenly turned his head and looked at him deeply with those blue eyes.Like a gleaming dagger, it easily tore a long and narrow slit in Victor's mask.

"You know too much." The black-haired soldier approached him step by step, with expressionless face and serious eyes, exuding a terrifying aura, "Black tea? In fact, that's what Ron En likes."

Victor was startled, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You mean...?"

"Stop your performance." Thrall said coldly, looking down at the young man in front of him, "You can say that you have mastered those details that should not be known through the history books, but this kind of statement can't fool me .”

The murderous aura almost condensed into a solid body, and quietly climbed up to Victor's limbs, with an absolute power gap, crushing him mercilessly.

The man stroked the long sword at his waist, and a cold smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his resolute lips: "A reminder, no matter what you want to do, think about Helios."

"You can't do better than him. You don't even have the friendship that can be offset by fighting side by side with him."

"—Next time, tell me, without Helios, who will protect your life?"

Pushing Victor to the corner, the black-haired warrior caressed the wall behind the young man, one crack after another, starting from the man's palm, extending outward silently, spreading out criss-crossing black lines.

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"His Majesty?"

The maid walked into the study respectfully with a teacup in her hand, and looked at the blond young man sitting motionless on the sofa with puzzled eyes.

His face was pale, his body was trembling, his eyes were dull, and he was completely different from the king who was calm and calm a moment ago, as if he was just another ordinary person who had encountered a nightmare in this world.

He stared blankly at the open door, and after a while, the frozen green eyeballs moved sluggishly, and he stood up tremblingly leaning on the wall as if he was exhausted.

"Eric!"

The embarrassed king lowered his head, clenched his trembling fists, and tried his best to control his voice to sound as usual, "Send someone to follow Halka, and report back immediately if there is any change."

"……His Majesty……"

The young man who walked in knelt down on the ground, and responded tremblingly in panic: "Master Halka..."

Before he finished speaking, a deafening and loud dragon cry cut through the original silence in the room, and the woman's scream and the man's exclamation came from afar, blown by the howling wind, and smashed on the violently vibrating glass.

Victor turned around abruptly, and pushed open the window with his big arms. Immediately, vague noises rushed in with the wind, bursting into his eardrums.

"...that's a dragon..."

"Oh my god! It's the blood shadow battle!"

"...They are leaving?!"

"Why? Did we offend the Healer?..."

The huge wings unhurriedly spread out, setting off another roaring fury.The rising red sun slowly rose, casting a black shadow covering the sky from behind the head of the magical creature perched on the top of the tower—it almost enveloped half of the castle in darkness, and this is where Vic Te noticed for the first time that this dragon was huge and amazing.

Unimaginable fear climbed up from Victor's stomach, and Longwei plunged him into indescribable despair and helplessness. He could only stiffen his body and watch the creature in front of him soaring into the sky dully. Fly higher and higher.

After a low incantation sound, overwhelming darkness descended from the sky, and the terrified people fell into darkness. They lost their eyesight, but their hearing was still functioning normally.

Amidst the screams, the flapping sound of the dragon's wings gradually disappeared, which indicated that the giant dragon above the castle had turned into a stable hovering.

It's waiting.

The same male voice sounded again, and the strange language made Victor feel alarmed.

He rushed to the desk and fell down on the cold slate.

After a very brief rustling, the storm came again.This time, it quickly turned into a hurricane that swept through the castle.

Victor huddled under the table, holding his head in his hands.

The entire royal palace inevitably began to be attacked.