hunting light

From the inch-long wound, blood was gushing out cheerfully.

If Ian had more experience with trauma, he would have noticed the clues at a glance.But he was concerned, he was shocked by the dazzling bright red, and hurried to find the first-aid kit.

"It's just a scratch, it's not a big deal." Leon said while hissing, twisting his waist delicately, and sat down on the bench.

"Aren't you wearing light armor? Why are you still injured so badly?" Ian turned on the healing device and squatted in front of Leon.

Leon's face was flushed, and he subconsciously turned and twisted his waist, posing a posture that he had practiced countless times in front of the mirror: the long, toned legs were slightly bent, the muscular lines were toned and smooth, and the thin abdominal muscles were more clearly defined.

Ian lowered his head, his attention seemed to be focused on the wound on his hipbone.Holding a healing instrument in his hand, he carefully treated Leon's wound.

"On the podium just now, you gave a speech with such an injury? With so much blood, will you be a little dehydrated? Do you often get injured like this when you are on missions? You never told me, and I don't know... "

Ian's worried chatter entered the young man's ears, and everything turned into a series of meaningless buzzing.

Compared with the tingling sensation created by the therapeutic instrument on the wound, the clearer feeling is the breath that gently brushed over Ian as he spoke.

It's like the softest summer wind passing over the tip of the grass, bringing up layers of shallow grass waves.Ian's breath was captured by every sensitive hair on Leon's skin, and spread from his waist to his limbs, washing back and forth, forming a giant wave from shallow waves.

A faint, sweet fragrance of green grass floats into the nose.

Like a smoker getting a good cigarette, Leon carefully took a deep breath, letting the breath fill his lungs.

This breath is no longer the same as when he was a child, it can make him feel peaceful and gentle, but it will only blow the fire in his heart like a hot wind, setting off layers of heat waves.

Leon swallowed hard, clutching the towel tightly with his hands, the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.

"Pain?" Ian was a little at a loss.The therapeutic device is already running in the lowest pain mode.

"Fortunately..." Leon was expressionless, his tough guy style was exactly like his father.

Only the eyes exposed him, greedily and scorchingly, scanning the priest's exposed neck inch by inch.

Alpha's instincts are fully awakened.

Leon's mouth was dry, and the gums of his canine teeth were sore and itchy. He wanted to open his mouth, bite the white and soft skin hard, let the fangs pierce the gland, and inject his pheromone happily. go in.

Mark him, possess him.Watching him tremble and groan at being marked, let this refreshing man be covered with his own breath...

Knowing that I can't do this.But the more he couldn't do it, the more urgent and frenzied his thoughts became, crackling and burning every nerve in Leon's brain.

And even in midsummer, Ian's dress was meticulous, and his short-sleeved shirt was still buttoned up to his chin. The exposed skin was as white and clean as an innocent prisoner who had escaped from birth.

On the contrary, Leon was the least particular about his clothes.Usually when he comes back from the tide in the bay, he loves to take a shower in the priest's bathroom nearby, and then wear a pair of fancy beach shorts, sit in the kitchen and eat ice cream, his bare shoulders and backs are sunburned like cooked lobsters.

Teenagers grow up very fast.Although there are still three months before he officially becomes an adult, his body already has the tall silhouette of an adult, and the vigor and strength that only a warrior who has undergone rigorous training can have.The muscles are well-defined, the broad shoulders are as majestic as a mountain, the waist is ape arms, and the slender and powerful legs contain full strength.

Leon resembled his father in both appearance and figure, but he was much more handsome than the Duke, probably inherited from his biological father.

Ian hasn't changed much.

With the passage of time, the immature youth has been shed, and the originally soft outline has gradually become sharp and angular, appearing more mature and stable.But the facial features and height have been fixed.

He never overwhelmed others, but when he stared at the other party intently and reservedly, it was difficult for anyone not to feel the trembling of the heart and soul.It had nothing to do with love or desire, but was simply intimidated by him, then calmed down and listened to him.

"Leon..." Ian called, "Leon?"

Leon came back to his senses suddenly, his cheeks were burning.

"The wound has been treated." Ian stood up, "What else do you feel uncomfortable? I don't think your complexion is very good-looking."

Leon's hand holding the towel trembled slightly, and his handsome face was so tense that it was about to split open.

Where does it hurt?

He was about to explode, and there was no comfort anywhere in his body!

From the moment Ian appeared, the blood in his whole body was out of control, part of it rushed straight to his forehead like a fountain, and part went down following the gravity.That little towel can barely cover his condition!

But the culprit was standing in front of him, so close, the pheromone was like countless pairs of delicate hands, rubbing the young man's sincere body, making him wish he could jump on the stool, open his throat, and take a good squirt A bubbling hellfire.

"..." Ian said something, with a displeased expression on his face, "Did you hear what I said?"

"Ah? What?" Leon swallowed back the fire in his throat, with an indifferent expression on his face.

"I said, have a great prom tonight. Why are you so absent-minded?"

Leon tilted his head to avoid Ian's hand reaching out to rub his hair.

"I'm not a child anymore, Ian. I'll be an adult in two months."

"Got it. I'm sorry, I will get rid of this problem." Ian smiled, turned and walked out.

"Are you leaving?" Leon was a little bit reluctant.

"I'm just here to make sure you're okay. I still have business to deal with, and my assistant has been urging me to go back." When Ian walked out the door, he couldn't help but stop, and added to Leon, "The towels are cute. of."

After Ian left, Leon sat on the bench, took deep breaths, and tried to calm down the burning desire all over his body.

Cute towels?

Leon looked down.

He grabbed the towel in a hurry, but I don't know which teammate it belonged to.A small snow-white handkerchief with a string of pink hearts printed on it, surrounded by two large red characters: "KissMe"!

KissMe...

Leon petrochemical.

In the past few minutes, he just sat naked like this, with a "KissMe" on the key part, facing Ian's face?

No wonder Ian was laughing.As soon as he entered the door, he saw himself wearing the slogan "KissMe". During the whole process of healing, he looked up and saw himself wearing a "KissMe" tent.

If this were to be replaced by Sangxia, she would have laughed wildly and taken pictures of herself and sent them to Moments.And Ian just smiled, this introverted kung fu is really perfect!

KissMe...

These two words echoed in Leon's mind over and over again, as if a DJ was frantically playing: "KissMe! KissMe! Ki-Ki-Ki-Ki-KissMe——"

"Ah—" Leon threw the towel on the ground, jumped up and stomped on it.

The school team members pushed the door open and walked in, and were shocked to see the handsome graduate representative who came on stage in a mecha just a few minutes ago, jumping around in the locker room as if he was in the middle of evil, gnashing his teeth. Roaring and wearing nothing.

Team members: "..."

Leon let out a long breath and glanced at the other party.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen an interstellar cannon?"

His face was full of anger, and he went back to the bathroom to take a shower again.

***

The young priest walked quickly through the lively campus, his dark blue robes swaying gracefully behind him, and his figure was like an elegant heron.

"What's the matter, Amanda?" Ian got into the long-awaited suspension car.

The assistant Amanda is a Beta girl who is about the same age as Ian. She is smart and capable. She is a top student who graduated from the seminary.

At this moment, Amanda was sitting across from her with a serious look on her face. With a swipe of her hand on the photon board, the holographic screen in the car began to broadcast real-time news.

"...The crowd of protesters began to attack the government building at [-]:[-] pm local time... Around [-]:[-] p.m. that night, the number of protesters reached [-]...The armed police used smoke bombs and drones to try to disperse the crowd... Both sides As a result, violent conflicts arose, further escalating the violence...the improper use triggered a series of explosions...now that the explosions have not stopped, the rescue team cannot approach the center of the disaster area for the time being..."

In the aerial footage, the Long Street was crowded with angry crowds.It was mid-winter locally, and there was heavy snowfall, and people were furious, shouting in the wind and snow, holding signs of protest.

Immediately afterwards, houses and vehicles on the side of the street exploded, and sirens blared.

The crowd began to flee in a panic, trampling each other.

"They're going to kill us!" people yelled.

"It's massacre! They're—"

In the next second, the screen shakes violently.

The liquid fuel pipeline buried under the street was detonated, and the huge power generated by the explosion of the highly concentrated energy liquid blew up the entire street.The high-temperature golden-white flame devoured the house and the crowd who had no time to escape.

"Holy Master..." Ian closed his eyes, not daring to look at the tragic scene.

"Bishop Carroll called you several times just now, and he wanted to advance the meeting, and it was also for this matter." Amanda said, "His secretary told me that the whole of Xilin is now paying attention to this matter. Some protesters tried to avoid The armed police chased and fled to a nearby church. But the big explosion destroyed the church to the ground..."

Ian tightly held the rice cross frame in front of his chest, his handsome face was covered with ice.

"All this happened an hour ago?"

"Yes."

Just when Ian was sitting in the auditorium, happily listening to Leon's speech, and watching him receive his graduation certificate from the principal.On the other side of the distant nebula, in the territory of the Crown Prince of the Byron Empire.A tragic explosion happened unexpectedly, and the god of death was frantically harvesting human lives.

Ian had already heard about the parade in Crown Prince Rafael's territory.

Since the crown prince imposed the new tax law in his territory at the beginning of the year, the protests of the most affected middle and lower classes have not stopped.The new tax law seemed to reduce the burden, but instead exacerbated their poverty, which eventually became unbearable for them.

Over the past six months, the scale of protest marches has been expanding.But the government did not take this matter seriously.

"If the energy spent on protests, drug use, and robbery was used to find a job, I would have been able to live a stable life." The government always blames poverty on the laziness and evil of the people, thinking that they are just a group of people who want to get something for nothing people.

But this year, the southern hemisphere of the crown prince's fiefdom "Casanova" has encountered a severe cold that has rarely been seen in hundreds of years.A new type of influenza has swept across the entire hemisphere, raging in the slums, and the death rate has been rising all the way.

According to the grading system of the Imperial Medical Law, all citizens must exchange points for medical treatment.The credits exchanged by the poor for their labor are simply unusable.In the face of the flu, they either choose to die, or they choose to bear huge debts.

The policy of the Holy See has always been to never interfere in the internal affairs of each country. The food and medicine that the local church can provide to the victims of the disaster is like a drop in the bucket in front of a powerful disease.

The number of people in Casanova's parade exceeded 30 in the end, and there were more than [-] people crowded on the government street alone.No one expected that this avenue would become hell that day.

"The local archbishop has done their best." During the video call, Carol looked tired and had stubble on his chin, "They have been urging the Rafael government to open more charity medical windows, or adjust the point exchange system. But Rafael responded reluctantly, feeling that they had invested enough. Politicians and businessmen are no longer willing to pay for 'those lazy pariahs'. Besides, the weather is getting warmer soon. This disease is afraid of heat, and soon It will calm down."

"This is simply ridiculous!" Ian yelled angrily. "Over 90 people have died from the flu, and [-]% of them are below the poverty line!"

"I'm afraid there are still tens of thousands of people who died in today's big explosion." Carol mocked, "The rescue at the scene has just begun, and it will take a few days for the final death count to be counted. We are not optimistic. It is late at night in the Champs Elysees Palace, but the emperor issued an imperial order to Prince Raphael 10 minutes ago, asking him to return from the fief to the imperial capital immediately, obviously to settle accounts with him face to face. This is nothing. But the emperor still sent I have issued another imperial order, and I think the Duke of Oran will receive it today."

"What is it?"

"The emperor ordered all members of the royal family to stay in the fief and not leave without permission!"

The "royal family members" mentioned in this imperial decree refer to all close royal relatives with the title of "sacred" in their titles, and they are also the higher-ranking heirs to the throne.

For example, the Duke of Oran, his full title is "Holy, Noble, Duke of the Duchy of Oran, Lord of the People, Governor of the Government", which is long and awkward.

Every year at the New Year's media conference of the Fryer government, when the host asked the Duke of Oran to read his title when he took the stage to deliver a speech, the Duke himself would yawn.And the media will make his annual yawn picture into a nine-square grid...

In order to ensure the stability of the regime, according to government regulations, the heirs to the throne should theoretically live in their own fiefdoms to prevent them from colluding with ministers and forming parties for personal gain in the imperial capital.

But in practice, the requirements are not so strict.The emperor's children and grandchildren have been living in the imperial capital since they were adults, under Cheng Huan's knees.Basically, except for the Duke of Oran, who was strictly restricted to the local planet Fryer, the travel of other heirs was not restricted.

And the emperor's restriction of the actions of the heirs only means one thing: the position of the crown prince of the first heir has been shaken.

"The impeachment of the crown prince is inevitable." Carroll said, "Maybe the opportunity for the second prince Louis has come."

"The emperor will not replace the Crown Prince just because of this incident." Yi An calmly said, "The investigation results of this incident have not yet come out, and it is too early to draw conclusions. Is it an accident out of control or a man-made conspiracy? Say two more."

"Of course." Carol said, "By the way, what did you think about what I told you last time?"

What Carol was talking about was that there was a vacancy for the post of cardinal secretary beside him.He was happy to leave it to his dear little brother Ian.

Archbishop Xiali is now the religious leader of the Federation of Atlanta, and Carol is in charge of the personnel affairs of the entire Holy See of Atlanta, with overwhelming power.If Ian accepts this position, he will directly move from the remote place of Fryer to the capital of the Atlanta Federation, and enter the center of power and politics in a country.Although it is a transfer at the same level, but the authority is dozens of times greater, the environment is improved, and the horizons are broadened...

"Thank you, brother." Ian said, "I am very grateful to you and the archbishop for your appreciation and promotion, but I think I should stay in Fryer and hone my skills for a few more years."

"It's not what I expected." Carol smiled. "I told the Archbishop that you don't want to part with Fryer, especially the Duke's family."

Ian said calmly: "My qualifications are too low. If I am promoted too quickly, I may not be able to convince the public. Besides, Bishop Joseph still needs my help..."

"Forget it." Carol interrupted Ian impatiently, "In short, you should be more cautious these days and keep in touch with the Holy See at all times."

After finishing the call, Ian switched the screen to the news.

The explosion has basically ended, and the rescue is in full swing.The bodies of the victims lined the roadside.The survivors had blood on their faces and wailed like wounded beasts. The scene was horrible.

The screen is full of devastation, but outside the window is bright and happy.Joy and sorrow are intertwined like chains in the world of mortals, carrying the fluctuating hopes of the world, and I don't know where to fly.

And God, the Lord who bestowed the holy light on mankind, did not take action to save these poor people, but watched them die under the sharp claws of the disease and buried in the flames of the explosion.

My omnipotent Holy Lord, if this is your arrangement, where are you leading us?

Ian knelt before the altar and began to pray for the victims.

May their wounded bodies be healed, and may their weary souls return to the Light.There, there will be no more poverty, hunger, pain, endless suffering and darkness without hope...

Will there really be?

Ian raised his head and looked at the huge golden hexagonal talisman hanging high on the altar wall.

Shengming religion does not worship the Holy Image.God is invisible and omnipotent, and believers only worship the light that God sheds on the world.

But there are always such a large group of people, no matter how pious they are, they can only live in corners that cannot be illuminated from generation to generation, living humble lives and dying insignificantly.

Their corpses piled up into high mountains for the people on them to stand higher and absorb more sunlight.

And human society, on the basis of sacrificing this part of people, continues to operate mechanically in the self-paralysis of more people.