The Magician of Rebirth

The white giant python's eyes were fierce, and it opened its bloody mouth, ruthlessly pounced on the tiny human who dared to disturb its sleep.The red-haired young man didn't dodge or avoid it, as if he didn't see the threat or attack that was close at hand, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised in a leisurely manner.The moment before the python's stinky saliva touched his body, a sharp sword light suddenly flashed through the air, piercing through its mouth, tearing its throat.

The young mage jumped up lightly, avoiding the corrosive blood, and smiled at his fellow swordsman hiding in the darkness behind him. His handsome facial features were particularly vivid because of this relaxed smile, "Thanks for your hard work."

"Be careful, it's not dead yet." The resolute face was still cold and solemn, but there was a slight warmth in the pair of blue eyes that shone brightly in the dark night.

"It's best if you don't die." The dexterous ten fingers pulled out several special storage bottles like a magic trick, and quickly collected the blood oozing out. Flender frowned, as if he had seen a lot of them. The gold coins flew into the bag, "Otherwise the toxicity of the blood would be greatly halved."

Sharamon took a few steps forward, guarding him with a sword, in a vigilant posture.Looking at the rarely seen smiling face of his usually gentle and mature companion, he shook his head slightly, his eyes softened inadvertently.

"Okay." Flender sighed contentedly, stood up supporting Sharamon's muscular arms, and moved his numb knees, "Go back to town and have a good meal .”

Charamon put his hand on the other's elbow and exerted a little force to make it easier for him to stand up. His voice was rarely relaxed, "It's worth looking forward to."

The red-haired young man's smile became softer, and the magic power around him was released without a trace, and several wind blades shot towards different directions.The hidden breathing sound in the bushes suddenly became a little rough because of the pain, and there was a suppressed exclamation mixed with it, the guttural sound was delicate, as if it came from the mouth of a young lady.

The value of the white python is not limited to blood, and no matter when, there are never many people who want to take advantage of it.In such cases, proper warning and standing are always necessary.This group of people has been following them since they took over the task of hunting the white python. He has other plans tonight, so he can't be disturbed by irrelevant people.

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After experiencing a bloody battle in the cold night wind, there is nothing more pleasant and relaxing than a pot of hot soup, and even Sharamon showed a somewhat contented expression.The originally cold and hard lines softened a little in the steam of thick soup, and the blue eyes were no longer sharp sword-like scrutiny or vigilance, but instead became as deep and calm as the ocean.

Very charming.This is a kind of charm that is completely opposite to the fierce and decisive in battle, just like a ferocious beast restraining its minions and taking a nap in the sun.

Flender silently bit the delicious mushrooms in his mouth, imagining them as something more delicious. The corners of his mouth slightly raised an evil arc, and his clear black eyes were shining brightly.

Well, since half a year ago, they have often been in the same room because of, cough, that economic reason.However, during the critical period of completing the task, they had to sleep in separate rooms to ensure that both of them could get enough rest. Well, it didn't matter to Sharamon, the main reason for doing this was to keep themselves physically strong.

Flender took a sip of the soup, his face was slightly hot.For this matter, I have often been nagged by my Elf King. That guy's sense of sovereignty and territorial consciousness is so strong that he has to use the power of the Soul Stone to temporarily achieve hypnotic effects.

Speaking of which, most of the tasks they took on have been successfully completed now—the rest is just to make medicine from the blood of the white python; those who might affect his emotions and disturb his good affairs have just been sent away by him—— From the concentration of the smell of blood just now, the effect of the enhanced version of the wind blade seems to be enough to cause some mobility obstacles to the most flexible among them; the current environment also looks quite good, the bed is soft and spacious, and the bedding exudes the smell of sunshine , clear and fresh - he chose the best hotel in the town; both sides are also in good condition, have just experienced a battle, have not fully recovered from the excitement, slightly tired bodies need tenderness The consolation—the point is that for this operation, they have slept in separate rooms for seven days, and his dear contractor also fell into a deep sleep because of too much research on the Soul Stone some time ago...

Right time and place.

"What are you thinking about?" Sharamon turned his face sideways, his voice was low, his eyes slid down from the long flame-like red hair, and glanced at the tall and straight eyebrows, and finally settled on the light-colored but extraordinarily moist eyes. On the lips, there is an unfathomable depth in the blue eyes.

Flender slowly put down the empty bowl in his hand, squinted his eyes slightly, his stomach was filled and warmed by the hot soup, and the comfortable feeling extended to all his limbs.Feeling the sight that fell on him, he pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and then raised his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the clear voice between a teenager and a young man was full of satisfaction and laziness, "I'm full .”

Their gazes are entangled with each other, one is the ardor that cannot be concealed under the silence, and the other is the hint of explicitness in the idleness.The air seems to have become viscous, and the flow is slow and dry.

The slender and slightly callused palms belonging to the warrior wrapped around the opponent's slender and flexible waist, carrying amazing heat.Flender leaned forward following the opponent's strength, his long red hair was scattered in strands, against the dark and airtight mage robe, it was strangely sensational.

Lips and teeth touching, the tip of the tongue stirring, sucking, entangled, bringing dizzying stimulation; palms and fingers with ambiguous strength, separated by thin fabrics, along the sweetest and most sinuous lines, wandering around each other's bodies , one is slightly eager, and the other is deliberately conniving.They are familiar enough with the sensitivity of each other's body, but they still enjoy exploring and enjoying the intimacy of body friction.

The neckline of the black mage robe was slightly open, revealing a long and elegant neck and delicate collarbone lines. The skin underneath had been isolated from the sun for a long time, showing the unique paleness of mages.But at this moment, the light red color seems to seep out from the deepest part of the body, vivid and bright.

Sharamon buried his head in the other's neck, sniffing the mage's unique smell, mixed with potion and parchment.This is a special smell that can only be picked up after being immersed in magic for a long time. It should appear next to the royal library or the laboratory table, showing the diligence of the mage himself, alienated and indifferent, for people to look up to.At this time, because of the added smell of sweat, the original mysterious alienation was vividly modulated into a temptation and aphrodisiac that drove him crazy.

The flames in Sharamon's eyes became deeper and stronger, and his muscles tensed unconsciously, like a cheetah ready to go. His fingers passed through the messy long hair, and he quietly penetrated into the neckline of the mage's robe.

"Take a shower first?" Flender didn't feel conscious of being a prey at all. He wrapped his arms around the broad shoulders and neck of the other party, his black eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and his voice had a slight nasal sound, which was soft and magnetic that could not appear on weekdays. .

"I'll wash it later." There was a bit of sensual hoarseness in Charamon's voice, which was deeper and more pleasant than the bard's lyre. The trembling of the voice seemed to cause a strange resonance in the body With crunchy magic.

Of course, his tone was decisive and unquestionable.

He dropped thick and fiery kisses thinly, just like a real pharmacist, through kissing and caressing, he infiltrates his own scent into the other person's skin, blood, bone marrow little by little, grinding, stirring, squeezing, and then preparing Produce a finished product that drives them crazy.

Flender let out a chuckle, and kissed back softly in keeping with his rhythm.

Well, today he should return a room first.

At this moment, a violent elemental fluctuation came from the opposite room that originally belonged to Sharamon.

At the same time, a loud noise came from there, and the red-haired mage didn't have time to think about it, and the instantaneous wind wall protected the two of them in the center.

And Sharamon had already entered the alert state at the moment when the sudden change occurred, his blue eyes instantly returned to clear, sharp and vigilant, and the long sword beside the bed was immediately clasped in the palm of his hand.

They exchanged glances with each other and quickly arranged their clothes.Sharamon scanned the surroundings vigilantly, stood up first and walked out.His expression was calm as usual, but his eyes were almost murderous.

Flender took a deep breath, regained his sanity, couldn't help but cursed in a low voice, and then followed the swordsman's footsteps.Being interrupted in this situation is really beyond the tolerance of his self-cultivation...

Sharamon pushed open the door opposite, staring at the unexpected guest in the middle of the room.Among the rubble, a girl wrapped in a black cloak knelt and sat in the mess, looking around with a panicked and dazed expression.

She met his eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

In the silence, the girl's originally pale cheeks slowly showed a rose-like blush, bright and charming.

Sharamon frowned slightly, almost invisibly, while the mage behind him clenched his hands silently and ground his teeth.

It was a hassle - they quickly came to a consensus.

Being able to suddenly appear in front of them without warning is a bit strange in itself. In Flender's memory, I am afraid that only a certain ancient magic circle that is said to have been lost can achieve the effect.Moreover, this young lady is obviously from an extraordinary background. The material of the inner garment exposed from the broken black cloak is undoubtedly high-quality goods. This small piece of clothing is probably enough for an ordinary family to spend for a year. .

Flender knocked lightly on the door frame, lowered his eyes slightly, put on a gentle smile, and said in a gentle and calm voice, "Can I trouble you to explain the current situation? Beautiful young lady."

As he wished, he saw that after the girl was taken aback for a moment, the blush on her cheeks instantly spread to the base of her ears.

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"What do you think of this matter?" Sharamon put the long sword on the side of the bed where he could reach it, and began to unbutton his jacket.

"This young lady's words are mixed in truth and falsehood." Flender smiled half-smile, his gaze quietly slipped around on the half-naked chest of the other party, and arranged several layers of soundproof barriers in the room, "At least in terms of the way she appeared on stage." Looking at it, the fact that she escaped with the help of the ancient teleportation array should not be fake. However, I don't quite believe that she was hunted down because she was carrying some ancient treasure map."

There is a veritable ancient magical creature beside him, so this kind of lame excuse can't hide it from his eyes.

"Indeed, she is more like a noble lady who ran away from home." The man with blue eyes said his conjecture lightly, folded the swordsman uniform he took off and put it aside, "It is not ruled out that it is A person sent by a certain force."

Miss Noble?Not quite.Flender carefully controlled his eyes to prevent them from sticking to the swordsman's beautiful body curve again, and absently undid the belt of his mage's robe.

The cloaked girl's rosy face like a sunset glow and her timid eyes like a baby bird once again emerged in front of his eyes.For noble women who have been immersed in various balls since childhood, each of them can be said to be experienced in many battles.Bold flirting and hints are their essential skills, and shyness is only an occasional love spice.But the girl's reaction to him and Charamon was extremely green.Of course, it cannot be ruled out that she is a master of acting.

The red-haired mage pursed the corners of his mouth, and put the untied belt on the swordsman's uniform.

"Are you going to take her with you?" Saramon glanced at the extraordinarily slender waist of the other party in the wide mage robe, admiring it generously for a while, then lowered his head nonchalantly to compete with his boots.

"Ah? Why should I take her with me?" Flender opened his eyes wide and turned around quickly. The black robe that had lost the belt was loosely slung over his shoulders, revealing the white underclothes underneath, lined with bright red long Hair, contrasting colors.

"I thought you would be interested in the teleportation array she used." Charamon raised his head, his pupils shrank slightly, and there was a faint burning in his eyes looking at Flender.

"But she seems very interested in you." With a teasing tone, Flender's eyes were slightly raised, and his eyes narrowed.

"She seems to be very interested in you too." It was still a low and gentle voice, but there was a bit of a helpless smile in the tone.

"Okay, we're even."

"Go to sleep." Sharamon folded his trousers, pulled the quilt over his body, and looked calm, as if he hadn't seen the eyes of a certain mage with an unknown luster.

"Good night." Flender also quickly packed the clothes around him, and got into the warm, soft and extremely attractive quilt.

They exchanged a goodnight kiss.

A small wind blade extinguished the flickering lights.

Darkness blocks vision, but makes other sense organs more sensitive.The quilt smelled of sunlight, mixed with the slightly bitter and sweet aroma of potions, the cold smell of leather and metal, and the faint smell of sweat on the man's body, scattered in the air, not strong, but like a small hook, let the quilt The heartbeats of the two of them accelerated a little at the same time.

Flender was a little thirsty, he didn't want to give up the opportunity to share the same bed, but he was really worried about the girl of unknown origin in the next room.

He turned sideways and began silently reciting Ilari's prayer, then heard the same syllables faintly at his side.

Really, a long night.