His Highness traded his IQ for top-notch beauty

"It's still snowing outside, let's go in and talk about it." The masked man suggested.

"Mr. Darkness, you haven't been to my palace for a long time." The young boy smiled innocently and cutely, stretched out his hand and dragged Ian into the room.

But Ian didn't give any reaction to the enthusiastic young man. He calmly broke away from the young man's hand and walked into the room with his slender legs.

Gaya stood in the snow at a loss, because no one seemed to notice his existence.

He didn't know these guys either, so he was an outsider who couldn't fit in.

Holding his little hands, he staggered twice in the thick snow, and walked slowly to the gate of the palace, not daring to enter, only dared to hide behind the door and peek inside.

"Why are you still here?" A rough voice came from above his head.

He looked up and met those snake-like eyes.

"I...I..." Gaya was very uneasy, more restrained, and didn't know how to answer this snake-like man.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, the man sighed impatiently, picked him up from the ground and put him in his coat pocket, and walked in arrogantly.

The layout of the palace is very similar to its own Flower Palace in the God Realm, silk and satin, divine birds singing, flowers and porcelain everywhere, it looks extremely luxurious.

The beautiful elf-like boy took Ian to show him around, chattering to him about the precious treasures he had collected, and seemed to be very familiar with Ian.

"Your Highness Yiluo, I'm here today to discuss with you about the right to transfer the land. Let's make a long story short."

But in the eyes of others, this Darkness's EQ is too low, but anyone who has eyes can see that this beautiful His Royal Highness Yi Luo cares about him, but his mind is only full of business, so he is too puzzled .

The smile on Yiluo's face also subsided a little bit. After thinking for a long time, he slowly took out a document from the drawer and put it on the table:

"Hey, this is the land transfer document for the eastern part of Iver City. Take a look and sign it if you think there is no objection."

As a result, Gaya became curious about the identity of this angel.He originally thought that Darkness, who was called His Highness and possessed such a luxurious castle, must also be the supreme ruler of Iver City. Unexpectedly, there are people who can hold so many land rights and want to get this piece of land. The land has to go through his promise.

"Who is he?" Gaya asked curiously while hiding in the snake man's pocket.

The snake-like man rolled his eyes at him and whispered:

"Yi Luo, Your Highness."

"So many Your Highnesses?"

"He has a lot of background. It is said that he is the son of the former commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guards in the God Realm. He once held the military power in the God Realm. Even though his father made a mistake and was exiled to Iville City, everyone is still afraid of his identity, so we honor him As a ruler, Darkness can only be regarded as a latecomer."

It turns out that's the case, so it's not surprising. In the God Realm, many close relatives marry, and the children born look very similar, as if they were carved out of the same mold, so it makes sense for him to look so similar to himself. .

Gaya looked at Yiluo with envy in his eyes.

He looks so smart, noble and elegant, such a person can make a difference no matter where he goes, even in the chaotic city of Evil, many people are still willing to believe in him.

"But he's not that powerful anymore." The snake-like man suddenly added another sentence.

"Rumors say that he is actually an entity transformed from a soul, which has taken away all the wisdom and strength of the original body, so he has no physical perception ability and no pain. In this way, his prestige in Evil City will also be greatly reduced. , but this is just a legend."

The snake-like man knocked on his pipe, exhaling a cloudy column of smoke from his crimson lips.

"Why does Mr. Darkness want land rights?" Gaya continued to ask tirelessly.

"Are you a spy sent by which planet?" The snake man frowned, and raised his hand to pinch Tuanzi's small face.

"Absolutely not!" Gaya was afraid of being misunderstood as a traitor, so he quickly explained, "Others say that if I become a spy with my head, I will definitely be instigated!"

"Pfft—" the snake man laughed.

This laugh caught the attention of the others around him.

Ian signed the name, pushed the transfer document over, and followed the laughter to read it.

When he saw Gaya in his pocket, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Ian?" Yi Luo read the signature puzzledly, "When did you change your name?"

"Simple and easy to remember, I'll call it this name from now on." Ian didn't seem to bother to explain too much to him, and stood up, "Then excuse me today, I'll go back first."

"Aren't you going to stay for a meal?" Yi Luo hurriedly got up and grabbed Ian's arm uneasily, "I have prepared a lot of delicious food."

"That's right... Your Highness Ian, you and Yiluo haven't seen each other for hundreds of years, why don't you have a meal together to catch up?" The masked man echoed.

"Another day." Throwing two words coldly, Ian walked around the boy, took Gaya out of his pocket with a big hand, and walked out with it.

Yiluo looked very reluctant, with sorrow on his brows, and ran out after him.

But Ian didn't even bother to give him a look. He walked out of the palace, patted the black dragon who had been waiting until he fell asleep, and stepped into the car with his long legs.

****

In the pitch-black castle, there was a trace of heat floating in the huge pool.

The first thing Ian did when he came back was to take a bath. He looked stern and colder than ever. He didn't know what unpleasant things this trip reminded him of. He wasn't even in the mood to control the white ball.

But Gaya was very self-conscious, mainly for the little sweets she was deprived of, picked up the bath towel and groaned and groaned to help Ian wipe his back.

The scars on his back were shocking, sending chills down the spine.

If only I was still in human form, maybe I could touch him and restore his clean back!

"Go out, I want to be alone." Ian stopped his restless little hand and said coldly.

Gaya scratched his face, and his intuition told him that he couldn't go out now.

Seeing that Tuanzi was still and started to install the statue, Ian took a deep breath and stood up from the pool.

Gaya: QAQ

"You you why don't you wear clothes!" He covered his eyes with two useless little hands in shame, his cheeks instantly turned into big apples.

Ian didn't want to answer his idiot-like question, so he picked him up from the ground with his wet hands, and was about to walk outside.

"I won't go!" Gaya twisted her chubby body in his hands.

For the little cakes!Absolutely can't go!

He slipped out of Ian's hand in a swipe, and when he fell, he quickly grabbed Ian's calf with his eyes and hands, and climbed up clumsily:

"I'm not leaving >A<, definitely not!"

"Why." For the first time, Ian actually asked him why.

"Because you look like you really want to talk to someone! God...my friend said that you can't hold back when you encounter sad things. After a long time, you will get into a dead end. Find someone you trust to talk to and keep your mood happy. !"

Ian stopped what he was doing, and after a while, he silently put down his hands, stepped through the wet marks all over the floor, and stepped into the warm bath.

After so many years, the only thing I haven't learned is how to confide my inner troubles to someone.

Because I have been alone for too long, I have lost this desire to communicate.

Xiaotuanzi slid slowly to the edge of the bath, staring at Ian curiously with wide eyes.

Ian didn't look at him, and didn't respond to him, just kept silent.

Gaya couldn't help guessing that his mood fell to the bottom after seeing the boy named Yiluo, so the person who touched his nerves might be Yiluo.

The water in the bath cooled down little by little, and Gaya, who was lying on the edge of the pool and meditating, came back to his senses. He stroked the bath twice with his small hand, and whispered in Ian's ear:

"Mr. Ian, the water is cold, if you don't come out, you will catch a cold."

"It's okay." Ian still kept that posture.

Gaya looked at the bath, then at Ian: "Don't you feel cold?"

"will not."

"why."

Facing the chattering dumpling, Ian could have ignored it, but after a long time, he still said slowly:

"Because I'm unconscious."

Gaya looked at him in disbelief, and stretched out a small tentacles to poke his arm tentatively: "I don't feel it? How about this, do you feel itchy?"

Ian shook his head.

Gaya increased the strength of his hand a little bit, and poked a small depression in his arm: "How about this, it won't hurt?"

"Hmm." A faint "hmm" could not hear any emotion.

Unconvinced, Gaya showed a row of small teeth and bit his arm lightly: "Squeeze like this?"

This time, Ian finally ignored him, pulled the bathrobe from the pool, turned around, the bathrobe was firmly on his upper body, and he was wearing a bathrobe strap, leaving a string of wet footprints on the ground he stepped on.

Gaya hurriedly dragged the clothes he had changed and trot along the way, couldn't hold it with both hands, opened his mouth again, bit the collar of his shirt like a little handyman and ran after Ian's buttocks.

Passing by the promenade, the white light emitted by the narrow windows instantly attracted Gaya's attention.

He stopped and looked out the window curiously.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and it seemed that the snow had not stopped since last night. Standing in the castle, one could faintly hear the joyful noises of children playing outside.

Gaya looked up and saw that Ian had left himself and went upstairs.

He lingered for a while, then suddenly dropped his clothes, and climbed up the lamp post by the window with all his strength.

The closer you get to that small window, the more you can feel the chill outside.

Finally, Gaya climbed onto the small window sill, pressed her body tightly against the glass, and looked out curiously.

Behind the castle is an elementary school, the gate of the school is full of all kinds of strange children, some children have small black horns on their heads, and some children are as beautiful as elves, but without exception, their faces are full of blood. with a happy smile.

The children stretched out their red hands from the cold, and piled snow on the snowman bit by bit.

Gaya looked at it, and a wave of envy welled up in her heart.

When he was in God Realm before, God never allowed him to have contact with his schoolmates, and there were no peers in the temple. He spent most of the time with God, but at his age, he has reached the point where he needs to be with his peers. When getting along, this is not affected by the outside world, but just a subjective desire.

The two children were chasing each other and throwing snow into each other's collars, and cheerful laughter filled the small open space.

Gaya watched and silently clenched the railing on the window.

He also really wants to build snowmen and have snowball fights with the children, instead of letting this kind of activity only exist in the story.

Seeing that there was no one around, Gaya immediately slid down the lamp post.

He tiptoed quietly to the gate of the castle, his heart pounding nervously.

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Late at night——

The author sits in front of the computer, looking at the empty comment area, feeling dead in his heart.

Why?Why do I have so few comments?Is there no hook?Still no weird villains?In other words, there is nothing to discuss.

The author slowly slides the mouse and clicks to update, but the comment area is still silent and calm.

She looked over and over at the mere white comments. Seeing those lovely comments, the author couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, like a blooming red rose, bright and moving.

"Are you still waiting for the comment?" Reader A walked up to the author Jun, hugging her fat body, "Don't wait, go to sleep."

Reader A's voice is as indifferent as the Antarctic ice, but the author accidentally read the concern hidden in the language.

"Wait a little longer, maybe, there will be." The author smiled bitterly.

She lowered her head, staring at the articles that had not been updated for a long time: "Probably, my writing is not satisfactory."

Reader A sneered, raised his hand to pinch the round chin of the author, and with a little force with his fingertips, the author was forced to raise his head.

At this time, reader A was stunned.

What's going on, this woman, this once arrogant and arrogant woman, why, her eyes are red, like a wounded little animal.

The author turned his head away, holding back his emotions, not wanting reader A to see her worthless tears.

Reader A was stunned for a long time, watching the woman suddenly get up and leave, she knew that she must have sneaked to the bathroom, and now the mirror must reflect her moist eyes like autumn water and the crystal tear on her chin.

Reader A clenched her hands tightly. Suddenly, she took out her mobile phone and slid her fingertips across the screen. Words with warm meaning appeared in the comment area one by one.

The author washed his face, returned to the computer, and tried to put on a smile: "Forget it, I won't wait tonight, maybe I wake up tomorrow..."

In the middle of speaking, the author suddenly stopped.

What's going on, what's going on with these hundreds of comments!

Reader A silently put away his phone, pretending nothing happened, lying on the bed, his eyes were full of this once cold and arrogant woman.

"Okay, it's still cold now, you, come into my arms."

Reader A's voice is indifferent, but with irresistible determination.

She seldom spoils her, because pampering is extremely unsuitable for her.

But this time, she didn't want to miss it.