Chapter4
The scorching sun has not yet risen, and the first rays of dawn have not yet broken through the barriers of those who are caught in nightmares.
——— inscription
S——
On the carefully laid tablecloth, the dark red roses inserted in the white vase emitted a rich fragrance under the moisture of the night dew, and the tightly drawn curtains did not cast a trace of starlight. The slight breathing sound in the room was slightly urgent, and the sword frowned.
S,S...
The noise was as dense as a drizzle that had already begun outside the window, drowning out the subtle human voices in all directions.
Not so bad...
A little.
Silent like flowing water, the wavy black shadow passed through a dispensable barrier and swam to the edge of the bed, the tortuous water stains on the ground shimmering lightly.
Ghostly swaying figures, rapid and alternating coordinated steps, entangled in cobwebs, their...
His...
Are you going with me?
The purple-haired head was raised, and the gray eyes stared indifferently.
Are you going?
He turned his head,
A smile surfaced,
Still is...
Wet and cold, clinging to warm skin, it wrapped around the limbs in a circle.
The triangular snake head poked out the neckline of the red pajamas, looked down at the familiar sleeping face, and the whole body could feel the subtle trembling on this tall body. The snake's tail wrapped around the calf trembled———
As soon as he leaned over, he touched the slightly cool vermilion lips under him.
The head was tilted, and the snake's kiss slid like a feather across the slender neck.
So close, it seems like a breeze...
The dark eyes were sharp, the blood mouth was wide open, the quenched fangs were cold, and the black gas was spit out and bitten down!
S——
The half-black snake's body was jerked out, twisting in the air, and slowly climbing up the arm that was forcefully pinching it.
The red eyelashes moved, there was no transition from sleep to wakefulness, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he shot a chilling sharp gaze.
The large open snake's mouth was forced to close slowly, and the wide vertical pupils looked down at him resentfully,
Moving forward, moving forward...
It was relieved to see that his face was embarrassed and painful, his lips were clenched, and his body was wrapped tighter and tighter.
I don't know how long I have been suffering, the snake's body trembled——
S, SS...
The taut snake softened in an instant, and a forked letter couldn't help but drill out, and he took the opportunity to pull out his other arm as well.
Ten fingers tightened, milky white trickles flowed in the wet body, green tendons burst out, and sparks flashed in sharp green eyes.
The snake's body tightened again, and when its head was about to be cut off, it turned into gray sand in his hands little by little and slipped between his fingers, and Gryffindor glared at the black snake that was occupying his chest like a tumor.
When the sun rises over the blurry white horizon, it also falls deep into a deep sleep.
Passing through the doors, the wide white curtains of the flipped floor-to-ceiling windows flew around, and there was a sound of snoring in his ears, and the sound of his footsteps walking was so light that it was almost inaudible.
Turning another corner, a gate carved with a golden curly grass pattern along the edge and the symbol of the rose sword in the center stood majestically before his eyes.
He walked slowly to the door, raised his hand and knocked gently. After waiting for a while, he pushed the door and entered.
There were only a few candles lit in the room, and it was eerily quiet.
"Lord Gryffindor..."
"Lord Gryffindor!"
The usual shining green eyes suddenly focused.
"Well, what's going on?"
He lowered his head-holding arm.
The visitor was stunned and frowned:
"Don't you remember?"
Gryffindor looked at him and pondered for a moment, then smiled, "Sorry, Ian, I'll introduce you to a funny kid right now."
"Hey, what are you doing, hey! Let me go! I bit you! I'm telling you, I can..."
A knight in red armor came over carrying a boy in ragged clothes. The boy danced in the air, spit and spat on his mouth.
Walking in front of them, the boy still did not change his evil deeds. The knight looked straight ahead, stepped forward and bowed respectfully, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the boy fell, dropped his butt, sat on the ground and wailed, and the knight turned and left.
It took him a while to get up, rub his poor ass, and keep his head down, sneaking under his chicken nest-like messy brown hair to watch them.
The brown-haired boy's gaze fell first on the man closest to him, bah, exactly the same as the guy who had rudely abandoned him just now. He looked up, his long black hair neatly tied into a ponytail and hung down his waist that looked thin from the belt tightening.
Well? He saw him glaring at him, and his handsome face showed undisguised disgust. He glared back unconvinced.
They froze for a while, and the black-haired knight took the lead in turning his head and snorted, feeling that this was completely naïve.
The boy looked cautiously at the red-haired man in the distance, dressed gorgeously, smiling at him and his interaction. The two people below looked at him silently again.
Gryffindor spoke slowly:
"I'm going to hand him over to you."
"No, my lord."
The black-haired knight held the spear and shook his head, flatly refusing.
He glanced faintly at the scruffy brown-haired boy and lowered his eyes, "Lord Gryffindor, you have a mission and should do your best." But it is not appropriate to go with such a child. "He alone is enough.
"Dog's eyes look low..." the boy whispered as he wrinkled his hands.
"So let him go from wherever he comes from."
He carried a spear and pushed the door to leave. Behind Gryffindor floated with a sentence:
"Ian, he stole my stuff."
Thief?
Qi's blood surged up, and the black-haired knight's movements instantly stopped, and the brown-haired boy was horrified to see him shoot a stern gaze at him.
I can do this at such a young age, and I will have it when I grow up.
He is the most intolerant of this kind of chicken and dog stealing.
"Eh, I'm leaving!"
The boy who was being targeted turned his head and spread his legs and was about to run, but the knight who was rushing in striding grabbed his messy collar with one hand.
Gryffindor walked down with his hands on his back, "I'm happy for you." As he left, he patted the poor boy on the shoulder who had been picked up again, and the boy looked at him with a meaningful smile on his face for no apparent reason.
The door closed behind him, and after walking for a while, the boy was thrown down, he straightened his collar and did not let go, his eyes were flickered, his face was slapped hard, the world was turned upside down, and he lay on a man's bent thigh.
A gust of wind rose, "Ah! ——" The pain on his butt was hot, and his dizzy head finally reacted after more than a dozen spankings in the ass, "You are sick!" "Snap-" I'll go, you put, ah——! The person who kept waving his palm was silent.
The boy cursed and cursed, his eyes were red, tears couldn't stop rolling down, and his two small hands buried his face indiscriminately.
"I was wrong."
"... What did you say? "The intensity was reduced, but it still didn't stop.
Too much deception.
The boy gritted his teeth and shouted loudly choked: "Am I wrong!"
He finally stopped fighting, picked him up and walked out.