hunting light

Since they met, Leon and Ian have actually only danced one dance.

In the summer when I was 12 years old, the lawn dance on the day of the Lord's return, with snow-white tents and ribbons, and the fragrance of flowers filled my heart.

The young priest held the hand of a little boy dressed as Pinocchio, and walked bluntly with the accompaniment of the band.They are not good at ballroom dancing. They can't step on the beat but they can step on each other's feet. If they don't pay attention, they will be tripped.A dance was thrilling and full of jokes.

The sunshine and sea of ​​flowers in Fryer never fades all year round, and the wind in Parthenon Manor always carries the sound of rippling waves.

Leon's words pulled Ian back from the glitzy and gloomy imperial capital to that blue, bright and vast planet.It's also strange that it's only been two months since I left Fryer, but it seems like I've been away for a lifetime.

"You never danced with me again." Leon felt a little regretful.

"Because you've grown up." Ian said.

Since Leon's awakening at the age of 13, Ian realized that the boy had begun to formally develop, and kept a strict distance from him.

Dancing is definitely not suitable anymore, and I try not to have physical contact as much as possible.Even when we get along in private, the door of the room is never closed.Leon racked his brains to sneak to Ian's place to spend the night again, but he didn't succeed again.

Thinking of this, Ian suddenly came back to his senses.It seemed that after arriving in the imperial capital, the two suddenly became intimate again.This kind of intimacy is so natural, moistening things silently, he didn't even notice it for a while.

"I understand that you don't want to leave people with something to talk about." Leon squeezed the hand that Ian was trying to pull away in time, "Don't worry, Ian. Tonight, I have arranged everything."

A small hall a few hundred meters away from the Amethyst Palace was empty, except for a few dimly lit lamps on the pillars.

Leon took Ian's hand and walked in.The boots stepped on the mirror-like astral stone floor, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

"The guests are all in the Amethyst Hall, and they won't come to such a remote place." Leon said, "If someone approaches, I will notice it. Don't worry, I don't want to be seen by irrelevant people." .”

The young man raised his eyebrows and smiled at the priest, the corners of his eyes and brows were shining brightly, indescribably playful.

The last trace of anxiety in Yi'an's heart dissipated into a cloud of smoke.

Two mechanical servants slid out of the corner without a sound.One was holding a cello and the other was carrying an accordion, all in a serious manner.

Leon's fine attire was straight, his cloak was tied at a slant, one hand was behind his back, and the other hand was stretched out to Ian.This posture is indescribably graceful and fascinating.

Under the soft and ambiguous light and shadow, the young man's eyebrows are handsome, the bridge of his nose is as straight as a high mountain peak, and his face is as sharp as a shave.Even though he had a youthful face, this face was still a bit too sharp and serious, but because of the light smile on the corner of his lips, the whole face softened instantly.

He is no longer that naughty little boy in cartoon clothes, but he is still unruly and fierce.Today's Leonbao knife is out of its sheath, showing its sharpness, and it will no longer need to be concealed.

"Dear little teacher, may I have the honor of asking you to dance?"

Ian was dressed in a snow-white robe, and his eyes moved from that slender and steady hand to the grand and gorgeous dress of the young man.Then, he raised his hand and began to undo the robe on his body.

For a moment, Leon's head almost exploded into a mushroom cloud, and he trembled when he spoke.

"I... Ian?"

Ian threw the robe into a chair by the wall, only wearing the shirt and trousers inside, and smiled a little shyly: "It feels so strange to dance with you in such a serious robe. Will this be better?"

"It can't...it's better." Leon's Adam's apple slipped with difficulty, and his eyes lingered uncontrollably on the priest's slender waist, which was extremely difficult to see because he always wore a long gown.

Ian was thin but well-proportioned, with slender and straight legs in black trousers.He stood upright, like a graceful green tree, completely lacking the charm radiating from the inside like an ordinary male Omega.

Leon heard his own beating heartbeat and hoarse voice at the same time: "You don't need fancy clothes at all, Ian. Your temperament and radiance are your best decorations."

"After someone became an earl, his mouth is much sweeter than before." Ian smiled, put his hand in Leon's palm, and was accidentally burned by the heat of his palm.

Leon stretched out his arms, wrapped his arms around his longing waist, and took that soft body into his arms.

too intimate.Ian thought.Their chests were pressed together, and the heat was transmitted through the thin fabric.

The accordion took the lead in playing soothing notes, and after a few beats, the low and melodious strings of the cello joined in. The romantic to sad melody of "Midnight Waltz" flowed in the empty small hall.

Leon took the lead, and Ian took a step back, and was led by him, falling into the melody of the waltz.

This time, they danced with incomparable fluidity, and their toes never clashed again.

Sliding steps, spinning, side steps... As the lead dancer, Leon controlled Ian forcefully but tenderly, his arms almost wrapped his whole body in his arms.

While turning around, Ian felt that his toes had lifted off the ground, and he almost flew up in Leon's arms.

The music is like a warm river, flowing slowly.Embracing the young earl and his beloved little priest, they wandered among the waves.

The distance between the two faces is less than an inch. Every time they rotate, the light and shadow on each other's faces sway, and the faces are both illusion and reality. The broken light in the eyes is like a meteor passing through the night sky of the soul.

The Alpha pheromone in the young man engulfed an isolated island named Ian like a majestic tsunami.

The feeling of numbness spread through his body inch by inch, flowed along the spine, converged to the tightly hugged waist, and then slid down to the tailbone, where sparks crackled.

The emotion that cannot be put into words is like a bud sprouting from the cracks in the stone, pulling out a slender vine, entwining the two of them together.

Turning round after round, Ian soon felt dizzy, his body was imprisoned by the young man's arms, but he couldn't say the words of rejection.

He closed his eyes in the flickering light.

A breath approached.

Leon lowered his head, pressed his hot cheeks to Ian's cool forehead, pressed his palms on his back, and tightly hugged the two bodies together.

He could clearly feel the uncontrollable trembling of the body in his arms, not out of panic, but out of uncontrollable emotion.

The hand wearing the commandment ring was tightly clenched, so that Omega pheromone floated out from the loosely closed window.Fragrant, warm, sweet and thick, just like Fryer's blooming late spring night, people are willing to indulge in it and stay asleep.

"Ian," Leon said suddenly, "in the space field today, when I was flying with mecha, did you feel uncomfortable?"

"Indeed... a little bit." Ian said, "But you were fighting at the time, so it's understandable."

"That's good." Leon said, and stopped dancing, "Because, I want to take you to see the scenery of my favorite imperial capital."

Asura on his chest bounced off, transforming into a heavy light armor more than four meters high, and rushed out of the small side hall with the two hugging each other in his pocket.

Immediately afterwards, it spread its wings and turned into a huge mecha eagle, swooping down along the large lawn of the palace, and flew towards the brightly lit imperial capital below the mountain.

When Felix returned to his bedroom, he saw a huge black bird flying from the palace to the distance, its figure was like a ghost.

He couldn't help thinking that, in myths and legends, eagles are the predators of the souls of sinners.He would goug the sinner's head with his claws and beak, and eat his soul from the brain.

A person who loses his soul will not die, but becomes a living dead, living mechanically day after day until his body decays.

"Honey." Queen Iris called him worriedly, "Are you okay? Dr. Hassan is here."

The royal chief physician led his assistant through the biological security checks in the emperor's palace, and walked into the dormitory suite.

Felix had already changed into his home clothes, and was sitting on the high-back sofa, drinking honey milk fed by the queen himself.After leaving the banquet, the emperor didn't have to hold on, his whole body was half paralyzed, very numb to external stimuli.

After listening to the symptoms described by the attendant, Hassan methodically examined the emperor.He was the last doctor retained by the emperor after frequent changes of imperial doctors, and he has been in office for almost a year now.

The emperor is not easy to serve.Illness makes people irritable, not to mention that Felix has never had a good temper.

However, as the condition worsened, the emperor gradually lost the strength to lose his temper.Hassan vaguely felt that the members of the royal family preferred the emperor in this state.

When a person holding power suddenly loses his ability to act and becomes a puppet of his relatives and children, how sad and terrified he should be.

"You are too tired today, which made the medicine lose its effect early, and made you enter a period of fatigue." Hassan finished the inspection, "Your dose has reached the upper limit today. I suggest that you should inject as little medicine as possible and shorten the time to see the public." time……"

Although it was inconvenient for the emperor to move his body and facial muscles, he shot Hassan with a knife-like gaze from his eyes.

"Let me be an emperor, and you be a good doctor."

If the disease continues to develop.As short as two or three years, as soon as a year, Felix IV will not even be able to mobilize the muscles of his eyes.

Whenever human beings are cured of a stubborn disease, another stubborn disease will be born to serve the god of death and reap human lives.

The Coleman royal family does not have any particularly fatal genetic diseases, but Felix IV was diagnosed with muscle necrosis two years ago.This is a rare mutant disease. The muscles and nerves of the whole body of the human body are spontaneously necrotic, and the onset state is similar to that of gradual frostbite.It's just that the gradual frostbite has been cured, but the emperor's illness is still a medical problem.

Felix's condition progressed rapidly, and Hassan continued to give him more drugs to enhance the activity of muscle nerves, but the effect of the drugs became shorter and shorter.

"I don't have much time, I know." Felix said in a very slow, slightly tongue-in-cheek voice, "but at my age, dying from such a disease is an unacceptable ending for me."

If Felix is ​​not sick and cared for properly, he will probably live another five or sixty years.It's not hard for Hassan to understand his reluctance.

Raphael walked into the bedroom, kissed his mother, took the bowl from the Queen's hand, and fed his father.

Queen Iris knew that their father and son had something to talk to the doctor, and got up to leave.

"Louis didn't make things difficult for you?" asked the emperor.

"All he can say are those words, you know." Raphael smiled, "You are so generous to Leon, he is very jealous. Wellman is a good place."

"You have all seen it." The emperor's eyes were lost, and he was lost in memory. "That child is so perfect and powerful. He is still so young, only 20 years old. He is a branch of the Coleman family's ruined old tree. A perfect fruit. He even looks so similar to his ancestor Brad..."

Raphael endured the bitterness of jealousy: "He is indeed impeccable, father. The young and strong Alpha is still a child. The pheromone has never fused with anyone, and he is so handsome. Dr. Hassan said that his The harmony between the body and you is also the highest among all the samples, isn't it?"

Dr. Hassan was injecting nutrients for the emperor, and bowed to the crown prince when he heard the sound: "Yes, Your Highness. Although that young man is His Majesty's cousin and grandnephew, the blood relationship is far away, but the biological electromagnetic frequency is in the same amplitude range... "

Rafael was impatient to hear Hassan show off those technical terms: "Leon also confirmed to us today that he has an incomparably strong physique. His current physique level is S++. In the sample, no one is better than him!"

"He is the perfect donor for you, Father. Congratulations!"

The author has something to say: Don't worry, no one can touch Leon except the little priest.

The little mad dog guards the priest like a jade, and every part of his body is exclusive to the priest, and only the priest can touch it.

(Now I can understand why the prince is so enthusiastic about the Duke's family, and the emperor has always protected him)

When dancing in this chapter, the BGM is "Midnight Waltz". It's super gentle and pleasant to listen to. It's like dancing with a handsome guy. Go listen~