rose nursery rhyme

The portal that opens out from the elf forest is not a fixed-point teleportation.

When passing through a door, the portal automatically recognizes their destination and sends the person to the door closest to that destination.

Therefore, even if Crossel and they entered the same door, they still did not appear in the same place in the end.

Because Bryce and Xidi didn't have any specific goals, they were still in the forest outside the city when they came out, but the specific location of the portal changed, not on the river, but closer to the edge of the forest.

The vortex of the portal slowly closed behind the two of them, and Xidi followed Bryce a few steps forward, and suddenly asked, "What will happen to him after that?"

Brace: "You mean Mr. Crossel?"

Xidi nodded, stretched out her hand to the side, and caressed the swaying grass with her fingers: "How long can he live?"

Brees: "It's up to him."

Crossel's current body was given to him by the shadow. In theory, as long as the shadow doesn't leave his body, he can continue to use this body to move around.

The lifespan of an elf is generally between 500 and [-] years. Crossel is an elf priest, and his lifespan is much longer, but even for him, his life is not endless.

From this point of view, he doesn't seem to have lost too much.

Siddie: "No."

He thought for a while, then commented briefly: "It's pathetic. He must not live that long."

The shadow is sealed in Crossel's body, and has lost any attack power, so it can only guarantee that Crossel is alive, but it cannot guarantee that he will not be killed.

After all, he used to be an elf priest. As long as Crossel is unwilling, no one should be able to kill him, unless...

Unless he finally couldn't stand himself like this and decided to accept death on his own initiative.

Sheedy figured he'd do it sooner or later.

After all, Crossel is no longer an elf, but he is used to living as an elf. It is too difficult for him to suddenly change his way of life and accept that he has become... a dark creature full of death.

Brice has a different opinion: "Not necessarily."

Sidi jumped over a wooden stake lightly, and snorted lightly: "Huh?"

"You see." Brice said, "Humans—not only humans, but intelligent creatures with similar thinking abilities are like this. They are highly adaptable species."

He followed Xidi, who couldn't walk well, and reached out to support the boy's arm in a timely manner, and said: "The desire to survive is something engraved in their instincts. No matter how desperate they are, they will not easily. Give up your life."

Siddie: "You mean afraid of death?"

Brace: "Not quite."

"Of course there are those who are not so strong." He added, "But Mr. Crossel is not that kind of person. He should adapt to his new body and find a way of survival that suits him."

Otherwise he wouldn't have accepted Brice's proposal from the start.

Sidi didn't quite understand.

Although he has recently found a new way of venting, on the surface he seems to be much more obedient, but in essence he has not changed much.

It is difficult for him to empathize with others, and he basically relies on logical analysis to understand other people's views. Until now, among the people he has met, Bryce is the only one who can fully match him.

If you don’t understand, you don’t understand, anyway, what he cares more about now is another thing: “They?”

Xidi repeated these two words slowly, stood on a raised stone, turned to look at Brice: "So you are not human?"

It doesn't matter that Xidi is a mixed race, what Bryce said just now clearly removed himself from the category of human beings.

Xidi has been curious about this for a long time, and has to test it out every now and then.

In the past, he was just a strange companion who followed him. Now that the relationship between the two has changed, Xidi's view of Bryce has also changed a lot.So I didn't ask in depth before, but now I want an answer seriously.

Hearing the difference in his tone, Brice also stood down.

He raised his head slightly, looked up at Sidi standing on the rock, and asked, "What do you think?"

Xi Di: "..."

He tilted his head and looked at Bryce, carefully sizing him up from head to toe, then stretched out his hand to pick up Bryce's long, smooth silver-gray hair and wrapped it around his fingers, rubbing his curled knuckles against Bryce. Cheek.

"I don't know." The young man seldom spoke in such a tone, and it was like a dream, "Why didn't you tell me yourself?"

Bryce: "If I told you directly..."

He took a step forward, and the distance between the two was so close this time that it seemed that they were about to stick together.However, they didn't stick it, they didn't touch each other, they just could feel each other's breath vaguely.

Brice tilted his head and held Xidi's fingertips in his mouth. His voice was vague, and the soft tip of his tongue touched the boy's fingers little by little: "...Are you still so interested in me?"

Bryce is indeed a very beautiful man.

Like the mountain wind, like the morning mist, like the poisonous flowers growing outside the cliff, like the mirage in the deep sea that tempts people to sink into it.

Just watching, he's not aggressive in any way, but if you get too close, he'll shatter before you know it.

At this time, he didn't look at Sidi, but lowered his eyebrows, looking carefully and intently at the young man's slender wrist.

Even the eyelashes are tinted.

Xidi moved her fingers, but she didn't pull her hand out. On the contrary, she accidentally moved forward a little bit proactively, put the other hand on Bryce's shoulder, and sent her whole body over, biting him politely. Brice's earlobe twitched, and he whispered sweetly in his ear: "Maybe not, after all, I love you so much...what do you think?"

Brice seemed to be attracted by his rare and obedient posture, and one hand had already reached into the boy's clothes, stroking the boy's back: "If you want me to say..."

"If you ask me, you're a nasty little liar."

He took Sheedy's arm outstretched behind him and held Sheedy's hand in place.

Taking advantage of Brice's inattention, that hand almost pinched the collar around his neck again.

Bryce finally let Xidi's finger out of his mouth, and looked at Xidi with a half-smile: "You love me so much?"

Xi Di was confident: "What if?"

What if it worked out this time—what if it was love?

Then he said, "Can't you show me? Just take a look."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "Please."

The young man almost never asks for favors, and when these words come out of his mouth, they have a particularly subtle effect.

Bryce still said the same sentence: "I would like to promise you, but now is not the time."

Xidi persisted: "Then answer me a question."

Brace: "You ask."

Sidi: "What does that tattoo on your neck have to do with the runes you drew for the elves?"

He still didn't remember the elf's name—after all, Crossel was just an insignificant person to Xidi.

Bryce: "..."

He didn't answer right away, which was already the answer for Xi Di.

"Forget it," he said, "I see."

The boy jumped off the rock slowly, stood beside Brice, and suddenly showed him a very nice smile.

Then he grabbed the dagger that was hidden in the palm of his hand, and quickly stabbed Bryce in the eye.

He wouldn't give up so soon.

Xi Di's speed was so fast that there was only a trace of the dagger in the air, but Bryce turned his face to the side lightly and avoided it.

It's just that there is still a small scratch under the corner of the eye, not deep, and a little blood seeps out slowly, falling on the edge of the scar without falling off.

——Cidi ran for his eyes, and mercilessly, with the greatest effort.

All his life, he didn't know what it means to be merciful.

Sidi missed a hit, retracted the dagger, and puffed her cheeks depressedly.

If he failed twice in one day, even he would be a little unhappy.

Brace turned his face back and sighed, "You really scared me."

The voice was very steady, and there was no sign of being frightened at all.

Sidi laughed out of joy, acted like a baby again, leaned over to lick the blood on the scratch under his eye: "You have to try."

"Besides." He said again, "Didn't you deliberately avoid all of them?"

Brace: "You like it after all."

And said: "After all, I love you."

Sidi: "So you're willing to accept whatever I do to you?"

Brace kissed him. "So I won't say no to something that turns you on."

The child's voice and expression are calm, so many times, he is not the child whose legs go limp when given a little stimulation and can't care about anything, but there is only a little reaction, and Sidi can't hide it no matter what.

His eyes became a striking bright gold again.

He's excited because of the scars he's inflicted on Bryce...and because of why Bryce made him do it.

Brace wanted to turn him on.

For the current Xidi, compared to straightforward blood, the sense of spiritual conquest and pleasure has been able to mobilize his mind more easily.

Not to mention that person is Bryce.

The long-familiar physical habits are making a comeback, and Sidi can easily get excited as long as she stands in front of Bryce.

It's like a conditioned reflex, and it's like he has to.

Brace held Sidi's face with one hand, and slowly stroked his eyelids with his thumb, as if he was fascinated by this golden color, and kissed the boy's slightly trembling eyelashes.

Xidi was excited, and any touch would make him more excited. The boy who only persisted for a few minutes immediately dropped his helmet and armor. He forgot all about his calmness, and melted into a puddle sweetly. Sticking to Brice himself, he whispered, "I think I really love you."

Brice seemed to smile lightly: "It's my pleasure."

Xi Di exhaled a hot breath, and invited bluntly: "Then come?"

Obviously he was asking the question, but he refused to give Bryce a chance to refuse, so he sent himself up eagerly, and personally blocked Bryce's mouth.

The joy was long and intense, and Xidi took the initiative at the beginning, but in the end she could only limply cling to Brice's body, blinking some physiological tears from the corners of her eyes.

He is like a wounded animal, paranoidly biting the hunter who violated him, but he is not taking revenge, but marking ownership in his own way.

——This already belongs to him, and no one will give it to him.

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