69novels Chapter 1036 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (23)
Chapter 1036 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (23)
The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Twenty-three)
"...As agreed, where is the blood of the Son of Light?"
Demonic shadows were everywhere, and a thick black aura of death was dripping like some kind of slime hanging from the sky. A vague figure stood in the middle of it, with a shrill and hoarse voice.
"The stuff is here."
The tall figure opposite the Demon Shadow spread out one hand, and a bottle of luminous white liquid was flowing in the moonlight bottle. This was the blood of the Son of the Temple of Light - only the blood of believers in light with the purest faith would be tainted with the breath of light.
A certain urgency flashed across the Immortal Witch's eyes. "I didn't expect you to be so capable."
She originally thought that this guy was just a madman full of delusions, but she didn't expect that he could actually get the blood of the Son of Light right under the nose of the Temple of Light.
You should know that holy blood of this purity can be used to cast a forbidden spell of light. Even many archbishops of the Temple of Light cannot do it. This shows how rare this bottle of blood is.
"I brought the things, but where's what I want?"
The tall figure gradually came closer, and his extremely thin outline could be vaguely seen. It looked almost the same as the skeleton of the immortal witch.
But where a face should be, there is always a hazy layer obscuring his features, making it impossible to discern the man's true appearance.
Cassandra was a little annoyed by the other person's tone, but she could forgive it for the sake of the holy blood.
"The stuff is here."
Her fingers pierced her chest and slowly took out several huge scales. Some ripples flashed on the scales, and the tall figure's breathing suddenly became heavier.
"I didn't expect you could actually get it... Who's there?"
A staff stretched out from under the black robe, and an instant spell hit the empty ground.
Cassandra looked over subconsciously, then quickly turned her head away in anger.
"Are you questioning my ability?"
This is her territory, how could there be someone else here?
The tall figure was equally dissatisfied. "Didn't you sense that aura? The Immortal Witch's strength is only this level. I don't think I'll make another deal with you."
The two men barely reached a deal but parted ways on bad terms.
The figure left, and the immortal witch who was stroking the moonlight bottle stood there for a while, her eyes slowly falling on the ground where the magic hit.
The deathly aura spread from under her feet, crawled all the way to this area and kept circling around. After a long time, she showed a hideous smile.
"It seems I misunderstood our distinguished guest. A little mouse actually dared to run into my territory."
In the morning, Lance opened his eyes earlier than usual.
A double image flashed across the gray-blue vertical pupils, and then gradually returned to their original state.
The Immortal Witch seemed to have noticed that continuing to chase her now did not seem to be a good option.
But compared to this, he was more curious about who could get the holy blood.
There is so little data from the past that it is not easy to deduce the truth.
What's more, his clone is now on the decline and can only retain about 20% to 30% of its strength. If he is not careful, he may be discovered before he finishes what he wants to do, which is not the result he wants.
It seems that he has to find another way. Otherwise, once the truth about his clone is exposed, this body will soon be in trouble. Those prophets are really a kind of existence that makes Long upset.
After thinking for a long time, something suddenly moved beside me.
To be honest, perhaps because he was too familiar with Song Ning's breath, Lance only realized at this moment that it was Song Ning who was sleeping next to him.
He tilted his head slightly, and Song Ning was almost at the tip of his nose from him, and a warm palm gently rested on his wings - just as he thought, his little prince really couldn't let go of his wings.
Now it seems that he even loves her so much that he secretly takes her away to sleep with him while I am asleep.
Lance looked at the close distance between them and couldn't help but let out a low moan in his throat.
so cute.
Song Ning has woken up.
In fact, he had been awake for a while, probably when the little dragon beside him opened his eyes.
He made a mistake. He was envious of the little dragon's good sleep quality, which allowed him to fall asleep easily recently. He also thought that he would not be discovered if he stole the dragon's warm bed.
Why did he wake up early today? Song Ning was puzzled.
He was debating whether or not to open his eyes and wake up, then he noticed a rustling sound in his chest.
A dragon was close to his chest, its wings spread out and resting on his arms, and a small purring sound, as if made by comfort, was heard almost under his nose.
Song Ning realized that Long had brought this upon himself.
Song Ning closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth curled up in a happy arc.
He didn't want to steal the dragon, the dragon came to his door, so he accepted it without hesitation.
With a stretch of his long arms, Song Ning took Long into his arms, his fingertips touching the wings without hesitation, feeling the wonderful touch. His breathing gradually became longer with the movement, and he fell into a deep sleep again.
Lance was originally still thinking about the work he had to deal with today, but the feeling of having his lover sleeping soundly next to him was so wonderful. After trying to widen his gray-blue pupils several times and failing, he simply rested his head on Song Ning's arm and fell asleep together.
"Keep knocking. My hands are still numb."
Lance, who had lit the fireplace, sat down on the small sofa next to Song Ning, massaging Song Ning's arm with a serious look on his face.
Song Ning did not feel the slightest bit guilty about commanding the child laborers to serve him. Instead, his expression looked quite bad.
"If I say you can't stop, don't stop, okay? You should also know why my arms are numb after waking up."
Lance looked up at him without saying a word, but his hands moved more carefully.
Pouring himself a cup of black tea from the teapot with moon grass patterns on the table, Song Ning asked with a smile, "Why, do you think I'm wrong and you're not happy with me?"
As he spoke, he instructed Lance to get him some food. There was a new bakery that opened in the town recently. It seemed to be run by the relatives of a mercenary. The freshly baked butter bread every day was several times more delicious than the rye bread they used to eat.
The butter bread that had just been delivered was still hot. The soft texture was many times better than the dry and hard rye bread. The aroma of butter was even more appetizing. After eating it for the first time, Song Ning swore that he would never patronize that damn rye bread shop again.
Lance looked up at Song Ning's satisfied expression, and his heart moved slightly.
Maybe when he's older, he can show a little more of his 'talent'?
However, he looked at Song Ning seriously and said, "I don't feel uncomfortable. I am very happy to sleep with you. I did it voluntarily."
'Blatant'.
The half-eaten piece of buttered bread fell on the carpet. Song Ning stared at the little kid in front of him for a long time before closing his jaw with a strange look in his eyes.
"...Don't talk like that next time. You sound a little scary to a human."