After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

In a manor in the center of Whalefall Island, dozens of wizards sat around a gorgeous round table.

And in the center of the round table is a crystal clear crystal ball.

The crystal ball is projecting a complete map into the air.

Most of the space on the map is an irregular circle, and inside the circle are tree-like growth rings.

There are still many small black dots flashing on the map, and now these small black dots are densely distributed outside the circle.

"Ten minutes have passed, and they have been in the illusion for a full day. It seems that no new students have successfully walked out of the illusion."

One of the men wearing a wizard hat said with a smile.

His body is slightly fat, and his demeanor is very kind.

"Still early."

The wizard sitting next to him answered casually: "I still remember the last time, but it took more than an hour for a new student to come out."

"We, the Wizards Alliance, have devoted ourselves to research for so many years, and only then have we improved the wizard array recorded in the handbook left by the ancient great wizard. This illusion can be generated and changed according to the most feared things and scenes in the hearts of people who enter the illusion, so that people do not know where they are. Where is it? If the mental power is not strong enough, you will not know that you have entered this illusion in a short time, let alone find a way to break the illusion."

A wizard with rimless glasses reached out and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

His small eyes behind the glasses stared brightly at the map projected by the crystal ball.

The wizard has a badge pinned to his wizard robes.

The embossed emblem is that of an open book with a wand resting on the pages - the emblem of the Wizarding Union.

"Every time, many E-level wizard apprentices failed to get out of the illusion until the end of the grading trial."

He paused, and added.

"After all, the gap in talent is difficult to make up, and many little guys need to put in more effort on the road to wizard apprenticeship."

The fat wizard who was the first to speak said with emotion.

He suddenly thought of something, looked at a silver-white long-haired man on the other side, and said in an envious tone: "The chief of the wizard apprentice grading trial last time, that extremely talented S-level wizard apprentice is not It came out in less than 10 minutes, and he ended up going to your academy, right? Dean Brian?"

At the end of the fat wizard's line of sight was an extremely handsome man with unforgettable handsome features.

The man's profile looks like a flawless and handsome statue, with eyebrows like distant mountains, a high nose bridge, and a neat and smooth jawline... Any painter will worship such facial features.

His silver-white soft long hair was loosely scattered behind his head, as if there was a bright moonlight flowing on his hair.

A few strands of hair fell casually on his smooth forehead, casting bright and dark shadows on his face, making him look a bit sloppy and lazy.

Too bad the fat wizard was too far away.

In other words, whenever someone wants to take a closer look at the well-known dean of the Snowbog School of Wizardry, if their eyes stay on him for a long time, they will encounter invisible barriers.

It was as if the eyes were separated by a thick layer of clouds, making it difficult to see clearly.

It would only make people turn their eyes to the smoky gray mist that enveloped almost his entire body at some point.

Otherwise, you can see the golden pupils in the man's deep eyes, like a golden butterfly fluttering its wings in the middle of the heavy black mist.

It is suffocatingly cold and gloomy, but also dazzlingly charming and beautiful.

At this time, Brian, who was hidden behind the gloomy smoky gray mist, gave a soft "hmm" when he heard the words.

The man's voice was deep and smooth, with a silky and calm tone, like a snake whispering close to a person's ear.

Brian glanced lightly at the fat wizard, making him feel for a moment that he had become a struggling prey in the eyes of a brutal hunter.

There was an awkward smile on the fat wizard's face, and he was relieved until the other party's eyes passed by.

He cursed in his heart that he was too full to support himself, so he thoughtlessly went to talk to that person.

Beauty is the talent that Merlin bestows on the other party.

Empty beauty will only make countless people covet it.

However, if a beautiful person has a powerful strength that matches his appearance, people can only watch from a distance and dare not blaspheme.

Not to mention that this man also has a murderous legend that is well-known in the Wizarding Union.

Brian sat lazily on the seat, resting his chin on one hand, and glanced boredly at the insignificant black spots on the map.

He casually thought of the gift Black gave him last night to fulfill his last bet.

Thinking of the other party's "I wish the dean and your little pet have a wonderful time", Brian couldn't help but clicked his tongue lightly.

Although Blake is not as reliable as his own sister Christina, it has to be said that he can barely choose gifts.

The gift is a magical object that the holder can locate and tamper with the illusion, which can be said to be very suitable for the occasion.

Brian used it on Cyril at the beginning of the wizard apprentice grading trial.

Thinking of this, Brian's eyes filled with interest.

I don't know if Little Rose put on all kinds of beautiful dresses he prepared, trying to find a way out in the boundless world of ice and snow?

Originally, Brian wanted to set up a lot of scaring things in the illusion, but he thought about it, why not go to Cyril's illusion to have some fun himself.

Wouldn't it be more wonderful to let the little guy collapse in the most common, absurd and seemingly unsolvable illusion.

The corners of Brian's mouth turned up slightly, his eyes were smudged with a layer of light red, and the smoky gray mist around him seemed to be more intense.

The handsome man crushed a small round and clear pearl that he had been playing with just now.

His figure swayed slightly for a moment, as if the man had lazily adjusted his sitting posture.

For a moment, one of the hundreds of small black dots on the map trembled undetectably.

But because the change was too small and fleeting, no one noticed.

"Don't move."

The other party's warm breath hit Cyril's ear, and his white earlobe couldn't help but shuddered.

Cyril's body froze when he heard the words, this voice...so familiar?

—It's Mr. Scott!

Cyril turned over and looked at the man lying beside him.

The man's hands were still around the waist of the young man in his arms, allowing him to turn over nimbly in his arms.

Brian smiled and watched as the silk nightgown on the other party's body was torn apart, revealing his beautifully shaped and slender collarbone and smooth white shoulders.

The man gave a low laugh, his voice was lazy and magnetic, and his face had a relaxed expression of just waking up.

"Good morning, dear."

Brian's voice was as soft as a whisper between lovers, with a bit of ambiguous affection.

Cyril's heart skipped a beat.

Mr. Scott would never have spoken to him in that way, or called him "dear" in such an intimate tone.

It was an exceptionally gentle and elegant voice, but it made his hair stand on end.

Cyril suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The handsome face of the man close at hand is indeed Mr. Scott's appearance.

He didn't wear a monocle, and the dark blue peach blossom eyes were looking at him affectionately, making one feel as if one would sink into the deep blue waves after staring at him for a long time.

Cyril's heart skipped a few more beats, and his eyes moved away quickly as if they had been scalded.

Then, his eyes inadvertently caught a large piece of thin and tight muscle exposed on the man's chest.

The lines are smooth and graceful, and under the cover of loose sleep, it looks even more sexy and seductive.

The man's posture is relaxed, his expression is at ease, there is a light smile on his face, and the tails of his long and narrow eyes are slightly raised.

Inexplicably tinged with danger.

Cyril sounded the alarm in his heart, he tried to move his body, and quietly opened the distance between the two.

However, how could Brian let him succeed with good intentions? It was his interest to see Cyril struggling in distress, shy and bullied.

He saw that the other party was trying to shrink into the quilt, the black curly hair was scattered, and there were some blush on the cheeks that had just woken up, and the whole person looked cute and soft.

The mood of the great necromancer seems to have become more relaxed.

Tsk, a beautiful and soft little rose that wants to be ravaged.

A secret and excited desire to destroy overflowed from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes became more and more dim.

You have to bully Little Rose so hard that the juice splashes everywhere.

Brian hooked his lips and smiled, and wrapped his arms around Cyril's waist and brought him into his arms.

His slender and powerful arms held Cyril tightly, making it impossible for him to break free.

The bodies of the two were tightly pressed together, and each other's warm body temperature could be clearly felt through the thin silk nightgown.

Brian lowered his head slightly, and the two of them leaned on a soft pillow together, their noses touched, and their two breaths intertwined and entangled in an extremely narrow range.

Cyril felt that the air he inhaled carried the scent of the other party.

That breath was scorching hot, with a temperature enough to burn people, it burned all the way to the bottom of his heart, making him scald all over.

Like a soft and meticulous net, it enveloped him firmly.

Brian looked at the blushing fair face of the other party and bent his lips.

He put his lips against Cyril's cheek and stroked it gently.

It's gone at the first touch, and in the next moment, it rubs against the white and delicate skin intimately, spreading the heat unscrupulously.

Brian's other hand pressed gently on Cyril's delicate waist.

Just when Cyril couldn't bear it anymore and was about to raise his knees to hit the opponent's lower abdomen fiercely, Brian suddenly loosened the shackles on him.

Cyril immediately rolled to the side of the bed wrapped in the quilt, watching him warily.

"who are you?"

Cyril forced himself to ask calmly.

Brian looked at Little Rose who had reacted in an instant, and a strange interest rose in his heart.

However, on his face, he frowns as he feels the emptiness in his arms.

Brian's voice sank for a moment, as if full of disappointment and frustration: "Do you still regret it? Dear Cyril?"

Cyril heard that the other party looked at him with eyes looking at a heartless man, and called his name in that abandoned tone, with a strange self-loathing in his voice.

This made him a little dazed.

Accustomed to Mr. Scott's usual elegance, strength and arrogance, when seeing someone make such an expression with his face and voice, Cyril was actually full of discomfort.

He froze for a moment, then quickly pinched his thigh to see if he was still in a dream.

Man, it hurts like hell, it's true.

"Are you going to pretend to have amnesia, and then use this as an excuse to leave me and get out of here?"

Brian said aggressively, with a hint of gloom lingering between his handsome brows.

???

Cyril's face froze, he looked at the other party staring at himself and said resentfully: "So, love will disappear, right?"

I'm not!I do not have!Don't talk nonsense!

It's obvious that I've never been in love, okay?

The author has something to say: When it comes to dogs, who can compare to Brian OvO

★Come on, I’m afraid that some cuties are not clear. It’s the end of the year, so let’s sort it out:

1. The main perspective of this article: Insist on Cyril's cuteness and unshakability-the main subject!

2. The trumpet of Gong is Bai Maofeng, the great necromancer and the dean of Snowbog School of Wizardry - Brian. This is his surname, so I won't spoil the name.

3. Claude Scott is Gong's vest, an S-level wizard apprentice, the chief of Snowbog Wizarding Academy, and currently the main force in front of Shou.