Always wear fast until after the death of the original master

"What?" He almost thought he heard it wrong, the first thing that popped up in his mind was the oath he made that day, subconsciously reprimanded: "Where did you learn it?"

After speaking, I immediately realized that there were only the two of them here, even if there were puppets coming and going, how could they talk?

"Suddenly... I thought of it." Mi Luo has no experience, and he doesn't know what kind of reaction a person who accepts a confession should have. Take a basin, or a pot, or a cup if you can't, and help him connect it.

But his master took a step back, looking down at his sincerity flowing on the ground, with an expression as if he disliked him for dirtying his floor.

The master's behavior should not be a normal reaction to accept the confession.He started from being conscious, the master's kindness to him is immeasurable, and he doesn't know how others feel towards him, whether they will also have such emotions, probably not, he definitely thought.

He is very self-taught when it comes to feelings, and he blurted out the words before he passed his brain: "The master won't like someone else."

Senna was taken aback, Mi Luo's eyes rolled, and he rushed forward, taking this opportunity to rush into Senna's arms.

Although Senna is not old or dead, the time he has passed in this life is really not too long, and that not too long time is also used by him to study how to make it more enjoyable to block the church. Where has he experienced the enjoyment of being thrown into someone's arms?

He was really taken aback, and he almost didn't snap his fingers. He rubbed his thumb and middle finger several times in succession, and there was only a small sound when the two fingertips touched, but it was enough.

Feeling the body in his arms pressing on him, the palm that was only holding his arm a few seconds ago pushed him away fiercely. The momentum was so great that it was obvious that a magician had used all his body. Put all your strength on.

Even Senna took two steps back, and Mi Luo, the instigator, could be considered to have carried out the phrase "injure the enemy one thousand and self-injure eight hundred" very well. It stopped when it hit the railing in the stairwell.

But in this way, the distance between the two suddenly became so far away that Senna wondered how wide the corridor of his house really was?He went to look at Mi Luo, but saw that the expression that had never changed in front of him, like a sculpture, actually showed him the word anger.

This is the first time he has shown such anger, Senna rolled forward, when he held Mi Luo in his arms, he did not show such an expression, when he asked Mi Luo to bleed himself, he He didn't show such an expression, not even when he used Fred to stimulate Mi Luo in front of the mirror that day, he didn't show such an expression.

Pfft, Senna suddenly laughed.How did you say that sentence?When a person feels embarrassed and sees another person who is more embarrassed than him, he will be resurrected with full blood and full state.

He even thought that he could often lure Mi Luo to confess to him in the future.

"What's your expression?" Senna hooked the corners of his lips under the hood, he didn't even want the crutch (staff) he always held, and stretched out his fingers hidden in the big sleeve of the toga, if it wasn't because of him His hands are often covered with gray dead air, but the shape is actually very nice.

Senna took two steps forward: "What's the matter, didn't you keep saying that Mi Luo is Mi Luo and you are you? It's not that I'm not using your body to Mi Luo at most, but it has nothing to do with you? Why don't you confess? Take a moment to see how you look."

In anger, Mi Luo stared at him with his dark black pupils, what was the dry bones?He felt that the image he saw in his eyes was not enough to outline the hatefulness of the person in front of him, half of it... no, less than a tenth of it!

Compared to Mi Luo wishing to blind his own eyes, Senna loves his eyes very much, even more than when they are golden yellow. Some people always say that black is the color of death, which represents ominous , he felt that this kind of color was the purest and most beautiful.

Not to mention that there is only such a small corridor between the two of them, even if it is across the river in the Holy See, he will walk over without changing his face. Senna is extremely destructive. To be precise, he is Didn't care about anything.

When he was a child, his family was rich, and he was allowed to beat any precious things. Later, his family changed, and he developed an extreme temperament, so he didn't care even more about those things that were so precious in the eyes of ordinary people.

The pair of Mi Luo's eyes gave him a precious feeling in his heart, a kind of expectation that he was reluctant to touch and damage, and wanted to make him more dazzling.

Who knows that before his hand touched it, Mi Luo tilted his head and dodged it. All the thoughts in Senna's heart just now dissipated, and he coughed twice: "You think you can avoid it? Don't let me touch it now." , I'll touch it later."

"At that time, I will not only touch, but also kiss."

"It really is a necromancer." Mi Luo took another two steps back, disgusted with him: "It's not enough to instigate Fred, now you even instigate someone who doesn't know anything."

"I instigated it?" Senna, as a necromancer, lived to such a big blame that he could connect to the God Realm from the Holy See, and maybe even get back and forth, but nothing made him feel like today Injustice!What a shame!

"I never mentioned it in front of him, it wasn't you who said it."

"If my consciousness can communicate with him, I will definitely tell him all your dark thoughts."

"Hey, he is with you every second..." Before he could finish his sentence, Mi Luo interrupted him: "But you are the one who talks to him every day!"

This tone is not at all holy and non-human, as if it fell straight from the clouds in the sky and rolled on the dusty ground, tainted with the taste of the world. , it looks like a couple who quarreled because of their child's puppy love.

It's a pity that the two of them were shirking their responsibilities, and no one noticed this problem.

"That's not necessarily true." Senna said: "He is in your body, if you try to think about something, he can feel it too..."

After he said this, Senna only felt that ten pieces of steak that had been swished were stuffed into his throat, choking his throat fiercely.

Mi Luo didn't even think that he would say such a thing. He obviously didn't think about it. After explaining it like this, it seemed like he was eager to justify himself directly to his little lover.

Seeing that Mi Luo didn't speak, Senna sneered in his heart: "I said, why are the chief knights of your Holy See so loyal?" In order not to be face-to-face with him, she kept leaning back, her waist was leaning against the railing, and her entire upper body was hanging outside the railing. Even so, she was still pressed up by Senna's body.

"It turns out that you holy sons are used to seducing knights with this body." His hand passed under Mi Luo's eyes, and his whole palm was pressed against his face: "Why isn't your Fred as loyal as them? What about it?" His palm gradually slid down, and he said with ambiguity: "Do you think you are so small? No," he said again: "It should be because you dislike you for being loose."

"Senna!" Mi Luo's whole body was flushed with a thin layer of red: "I must make you pay for such an insult."

He struggled greatly, but Senna left him all of a sudden, his upper body, which was already hanging in mid-air, lost strength to press him, and his whole body overturned all of a sudden.

Senna just took a step forward and grabbed his hand so that he would not fall from the second floor: "This is the price you asked me to pay?" The corner of his mouth was curved, and a voice full of hostility came from inside the hood Come out: "What's the matter, this is a death to prove your innocence? This is only the second floor, you can't die if you fall down. Go jump on the top of your church."

His heart was burning like a fire, and he felt that all his organs were turned into burning coals, wanting to get out of his throat. For a moment, he didn't even know why he had this emotion, let alone how to make it This emotion goes down.

Mi Luo had never met such a shameless person in his life. He didn't know how to scold him to get rid of the resentment in his heart. Under the anger, he had even forgotten that there was no bright magic element in his body at this time. Subconsciously using the other right hand that was not held by him, using the index finger as a stick, and slightly lifting the fingertip, a dark magic mixed with death pierced into Senna's palm.

Senna let go of his hand because of the pain, Mi Luo fell, and with a bang, he fell to the ground. Perhaps because of the pain, the whole body curled up like a boiled shrimp.

Senna stared straight at his pierced palm, exuding the smell of a rotting corpse, and it was still spreading towards the unharmed place, but Senna didn't care about it, he suddenly laughed, clapped his hands on the railing, and He did not forget to point to Mi Luo who was curled up underneath: "Holy Son! The Holy Son of the Holy See! You can use such a powerful dark spell without even learning it! Hahahaha!"

"I really want those white pigs in the Holy See to see it!" He simply leaned half of his body out of the railing: "Don't you like Fred? I am also beautiful, how about sending you to him?"

"Don't." Mi Luo raised his head, the tears flowing from his eyes ran across his face and gathered on his chin, dripping down drop by drop, soaking a piece of clothes: "Senna, you swore, you said no Will deal with the Holy See."

"Stupid child." Senna smiled: "Those vows are useless to me, I will be reborn after I die, and the person I love?" Senna pointed at Miluo with the finger that had a hole dug out by black: "Didn't it just now?" You confessed to me, then the person I love is you." He raised his chin high: "Then you go die!"

When he said this, his heart twitched suddenly, but he thought he was happy to find the most fun trouble for the group of white pigs.

Why didn't he think of it?No matter how he treats him here, he still feels that he is being tortured by the enemy, and he can still feel like a martyr for no reason, and hand it over to the Holy See, whom he trusts and cares most?

A person full of the spirit of the undead turned out to be their former son?Just thinking about it makes my stomach hurt from laughing.

He must slap the group of white pigs in the face under the eyes of everyone. He thought seriously: "When will I send you there? How about the succession ceremony of Fred's son?"