Demon King's Mentor

Eric wanted to kiss him, but the worry in his heart could no longer be dispelled by words. He put his hand on Estero's shoulder, but felt something cool from his bare neck.

A blue glass bottle appeared between the two of them, looking at him: "What is this, teacher?"

Eric's heart beat violently a few times until he saw the smile on Eastero's mouth.The young prince shook the bottle, "Master, did you say that this thing could take me away?"

The man's hand on the other's shoulder shrank. No one can discover his true identity now. As long as he conceals this matter, everything will be... Thinking of this, Eric raised his head and looked at him. Said: "It's a potion I bought from a magician when I was traveling last time. It can teleport through space."

Eastero narrowed his eyes: "There has never been any potion that can distort space. The only material required for space transmission is air."

Eric froze for a moment, how could he forget that the young man in front of him had studied almost all the spell books in the library?

The blond young man stuck the blue glass bottle through the neckline of the man's shirt and pressed it against the hollow of his chest: "Teacher, you've been fooled. This is just a bottle of water with paint on it. It doesn't smell at all. If you Someone can make a space teleportation potion, I really want to see it!"

The cold touch made Eric's heart almost jump out. He stretched out his hand and quickly snatched back the bottle, lowering his eyes: "I... I don't know magic..."

"There is a magic master in front of you, and you still believe in the crappy liar outside..." Eastero put his hand into his shirt, "I never thought that the teacher would make such a stupid mistake, when life and death are at stake, it is better to trust me good."

"Hmm..." Eric stuffed the bottle into his pants pocket calmly, "Sorry, I almost did something stupid."

"Teacher doesn't need an apology," Estero said. "In that case, you gave me everything that could save my life. I am already touched."

While Eric was silent, Estero leaned his head on his shoulder, rubbed the tip of his nose against his neck, and exhaled hot air as he spoke: "The teacher's smell...it smells so good..."

Eric even felt that he licked himself with his tongue, and the leather-gloved fingers that penetrated into his chest gently kneaded the flesh that stood up due to the cold.

"I'm afraid this is not the time to do something like this..." Eric peeled his hands away from his chest, nudging his shoulders lightly.

Suddenly, there was a stabbing pain in his neck, and Eastero actually bit him hard.

"Oh!" Eric couldn't help but snorted, and the other party raised his head in panic, "Teacher!"

Estero's eyes turned completely golden, he looked at the bloodstain on Eric's neck, and took two steps back: "I'm sorry, teacher, I..."

"I'm fine," Eric looked at him, "what's the matter with you?"

"I'm fine." Estero frowned and lowered his eyes.

Eric looked at the young man in front of him, his body was curled up, the black clothes he found from nowhere fit incredible, the dark pants outlined his slender legs, and his raised crotch that couldn't be ignored department.

"I was still talking about business just now..." Eric took a step forward, "I feel that you are a bit strange."

"It's very strange," Estero raised his head, his pupils have become shuttle-shaped, "I suddenly feel that teacher, you smell so good, it makes me want, want..." His Adam's apple slid , swallowed a mouthful.

Eric looked into his eyes, the blanket on his body slipped to the ground, and he reached out to him: "Come here, Esther."