Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

After a long and complicated day, Ryan finally had a chance to rest.

The pale red robe was removed and placed aside, while the chief steward of the inner court had already taken away the crown and scepter.

The boy, who had grown accustomed to living in the Papal Palace, had no intention of moving away.

Standing atop the highest pavilion of the Papal Palace, overlooking the garden filled with roses, the surroundings were eerily quiet.

When people have free time, they can't help but overthink.

The thoughts that were forcibly suppressed couldn't help but peek out.

Not seeing the familiar figure made him feel extremely sad.

Anger, sadness, and an overwhelming sense of loss overwhelmed him as he confronted the mermaid for breaking her promise.

Not seeing anyone always makes me overthink, even though the mark on my shoulder is still burning, I know the mermaid must be alright.

But I still can't help but worry.

Where are you now, sir?

The anticipation for the wedding gift has now turned into longing for the mermaid.

Was something holding you back?

Ryan couldn't help but overthink.

Looking out the window, a bright moon hangs in the sky, its desolate color resembling the pale skin of a mermaid who has never seen the sun.

However, without such cruel and desolate light, the pale skin, gleaming with a gentle luster, was still warm and supple.

It's like jade that feels warm to the touch.

It is the most beautiful treasure.

I miss my husband...

Just as the boy was lost in thought, there was a knock on the door.

"Your Majesty, I have come to retrieve the Pope's staff."

He is the Archbishop of Reims.

A deep, warm voice reached the boy's ears through the heavy wooden door.

Feeling a bit down.

Concealing the disappointment on his face, the boy straightened up, turned around, and once again transformed into the demeanor befitting a king.

"Please come in."

Lance lowered his head, then looked up and knelt before the boy, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Ryan nodded, his eyes lowered, but he had no interest in paying attention to the person in front of him. He pointed to the metal box beside him and said, "Archbishop, there's no need for formalities. The staff has been put away; please take it."

Lance followed the boy's fingertips, but his gaze did not fall on the box; instead, he stared at the fair fingertips in front of him.

My mind is full of things that wouldn't pass censorship.

They still didn't recognize me.

The little madman's eyesight isn't very good.

Gu Yao was somewhat unhappy.

He came full of confidence, thinking the little brat would recognize him.

And this person didn't even glance at him?!

Ryan looked at the young man kneeling motionless on the ground with a puzzled expression, wondering why he was still there.

Hesitantly, he called out, "The Archbishop?"

Upon hearing this address, Gu Yao pursed his lips, his displeasure reaching its peak.

The boy frowned, looking at the person still kneeling in front of him, and reached out to push Lance.

Before his fingertips could even touch her shoulder, Gu Yao suddenly stood up and grabbed the boy's hand.

Her emerald eyes narrowed slightly in surprise as she stared blankly at the person in front of her.

It's like not understanding why a gentle person would suddenly reveal sharp claws.

Gu Yao pressed closer and closer, and the boy couldn't help but retreat until he was forced against the balcony railing.

The young man admired the boy's terrified expression, his bright golden eyes flashing for a moment with a hint of malice.

Gu Yao concealed all his aura, focusing wholeheartedly on playing the role of "Archbishop of Lance".

Lance's fingers traced along the boy's fingertips, then slipped between his fingers.

It's like they're playing with it.

Her bright golden eyes looked at the boy with a mocking expression.

The boy's face darkened, his emerald eyes fixed on the person before him, his voice so cold it seemed to drip ice, "Archbishop Lance, what do you want to do?"

The touch of calloused fingertips on his wrist only made Ryan feel disgusted.

dirty.

How could anyone allow others to touch him so intimately?

This is a betrayal of my husband.

A faint smile appeared on Lance's face, despite the boy's angry gaze.

I gently placed a kiss on the back of my hand.

It was like a feather, yet it weighed Ryan down, making it hard for him to breathe.

When he looked up again, his bright golden eyes revealed undisguised covetousness and...desire.

"Your Majesty, please be good, okay?"

The person in front of me looked like the most devout believer.

Before the gods, she lowered her proud head and kissed the boy's delicate white cheeks.

Ryan's mind went blank for a moment.

What followed was a surge of anger and humiliation that rushed into his mind, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. His restless magic continued to grow stronger, baring its fangs and claws as it tried to kill the person in front of it, but was easily suppressed by the person in front of it with a light laugh.

"Your Majesty, naughty children must be punished."

"Lance" is like a blasphemous and perverted believer.

From the back of the hand to the wan (a point on the palm).

Until, the marks were branded onto those knuckles and slender white wrists.

The boy was overwhelmed by the overwhelming magical power, unable to breathe or speak. He could only stare helplessly at the person in front of him, his neck taut and tilted back, making him look more like a dying swan.

Behind him was the balcony railing, half his body was already dangling in the air, but he still couldn't escape the grip of the person in front of him.

A feeling of humiliation and shame filled his heart, and crimson spread across his blue eyes.

Reason has been burned away, and the restless magic is pure, slowly accumulating power.

His emerald eyes were filled with ruthlessness; if the person in front of him took another step, he would perish together with him.

Even if he can't kill this audacious person, he'll make him pay the price.

Even if it means death, I will never let this person touch me.

"Lance" is like a patient beast, gradually encircling its territory and imprinting its mark on the boy.

Looking at Ryan's expression of clenching his teeth, as if he wanted to devour her alive, even his eyes were red with anger and resentment, yet they were bursting with vitality, like an evil flower growing from a filthy place, stunningly beautiful.

Ryan couldn't resist gently stroking those beautiful eyes with his fingertips, but he turned his head away, his face full of disgust.

The suppressed magic was stirring, as if it were brewing something.

almost.

Soon.

Gu Yao sighed inwardly.

Ultimately, I just couldn't bear to part with it.

Taking a step back, Gu Yao reached out to pull the boy in.

Before his hand could even touch the boy's wrist, a blinding white light exploded in front of Gu Yao's eyes.

It is the purest magic unique to Ryan.

Gu Yao raised his hand to block and took two steps back, but Ryan had already exhausted himself. Half of his body hanging on the balcony could no longer support him and he fell backward.

The white robe was stained with blood, and the boy, like a butterfly with broken wings, drifted down from the balcony.

Meeting the boy's lifeless eyes, Gu Yao's heart suddenly stopped, and all his movements slowed down before his eyes. He could no longer maintain his pretense. His golden eyes turned azure, and an overwhelming magical power surged toward the boy, weaving a soft net to protect Ryan as he slowly descended.

Gu Yao wasn't idle either. He stepped onto the railing and leaped down from the balcony. In an instant, spatial magic was activated, and before the boy landed, he pulled him into his arms.

When the body touched his warm skin, his heart, which had been pounding wildly for a moment, finally calmed down.

Fortunately, I was just exhausted from running out of magic.

Pale blue magic shimmered at the youth's fingertips, flowing through their clasped fingers into the boy's exhausted body.

It replenishes the depleted magic power.

Perhaps sensing the familiar presence, Ryan's furrowed brows gradually relaxed. Gu Yao gently brushed the hair from the boy's brows, placed the boy in the soft bedding, rolled onto the bed, hugged the boy, and placed a kiss on his forehead.

Goodnight, my queen.

Ah Yao: Oops, I messed up! I almost lost my wife. Luckily, she's alright. (Hugs his wife tightly and lets out a huge sigh of relief.)