become gay magic

After that slap, the people present were stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

The host jumped up first, "Messenger, what do you think you are doing?!"

Dylan turned around, embarrassed and annoyed, "You...you don't know what he said to me."

"I really don't know. But no matter what, you can't attack a paladin like this!"

Dylan gritted his teeth, "This kind of bastard is also worthy of being a paladin? He...he just said..."

Dylan tried to repeat what only he heard, but it challenged his shame.

Even though Dylan took a hard breath and opened and closed his mouth, nothing came out in the end.

He couldn't imagine how Repa could say that.

At this time, many nobles stood up from their seats, waving their arms and shouting.

"Where are the guards?! Catch this ignorant guy!"

"How presumptuous to insult a paladin like this!"

Facing the angry crowd, Dylan jumped off the stage in embarrassment and ran to the gate.

"Baby! Baby!" Repa hurriedly chased after him, "Wait, don't leave me behind!"

Went to his.This pervert.

Dylan opened the door and was about to take a step, but was hit head-on.

The man charged fiercely, and the impact made him dizzy.

When he was about to fall down, he was supported by the man in time.

"Are you all right, Dee Dee?"

A very familiar voice.Dylan shook his head, narrowing his eyes to look at each other.

Isn't this Therapist Dingler?How would it appear here?

Dingler, the therapist, steadied Dylan on his feet.At the same time, Repa also ran to the door, put his arms around Dylan's waist, and buried his rough head on Dylan's back, ignoring the eyes of others, "Don't be angry, just pretend I didn't say that Those nonsense."

Dylan was shocked for a while, and turned around to break Repa, "Let go!"

Repa raised his head and said aggrievedly, "But if you let go, won't my baby run away?"

"Who the hell is your baby!" Dylan raised his hand to slap again, but this time Repa caught him.

Repa held that white wrist tightly, showing a silly smile, "It's so smooth."

Dylan blushed all of a sudden, purely out of anger, "Let me go!"

Relying on his strength, Repa pulled Dylan into his arms.

"Don't let it go, it's too late for me to hurt you, why would I let you run away."

People gathered around, seeing this scene with their own eyes, looking at each other in disbelief.

What is Paladin Repa doing?To actually flirt with a man in public...

What's more, if they heard correctly, Repa was really harassing the emissary with strange words.

Dylan tries to push the man away, only to despair.This is completely different from the game, there is no room to move.In close combat, the messenger is undoubtedly the one at a disadvantage.He couldn't even pull his hand back.

"Enough, Repa."

A tall figure appeared in front of him.Yes...it is the commander of the paladin.Dylan narrowed his eyes, feeling a little dazed.

Repa was already tall enough, but the Paladin Commander was even taller than Repa, and his physique was stronger.

Like an eagle picking up a chick, the chief paladin picked up Repa by the collar and dragged him away from Dylan.

Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from Dylan, Repa struggled unwillingly, "Let me go down, sir."

"To shut up!"

This scolding didn't contain the slightest warmth, and Repa's whole body froze from the cold, not daring to act rashly again.

The paladin commander turned around and asked the therapist, "What's going on? Why is he talking nonsense?"

"This... This is probably going to start from the beginning," said the therapist Dingler. "At the end of the game, Repa was sent to my tent and was in a coma. I checked him and thought there was nothing wrong with him. Let him rest first. Unexpectedly, after Repa woke up, he started to shout to see Dylan. I didn't know what he was going to do, so I advised him to lie down in the tent for a while if he felt uncomfortable, and then he shook his head , said he couldn't leave the baby alone, and then he ran out. You know, I can't have his physical strength, so I came a little late..."

After a pause, the therapist Dingler sighed, "I hope this is not irreparable."

"What do you mean?" asked the chief paladin, "Is Repa sick?"

"I'm not sure," said the therapist Dingler, "but the only possibility is..."

Therapist Dingler glanced at Dylan, and immediately turned his head away in embarrassment, the meaning was self-evident.

Dylan said in disbelief, "What are you implying, is it my responsibility?"

"Just a guess," said therapist Dingler. "You're my friend, Dylan, and I'm not going to accuse you of anything. But...the situation is really weird. I'm sure everyone can see that, Repa I'm so obsessed with you right now..."

Hearing this, everyone onlookers nodded, "Yeah, I didn't expect Repa to be a dirty twister."

When Repa heard this, he gave Dylan a wink from behind the commander of the paladin.Dylan felt a chill.

"The problem is." Dylan smoothed his bristling hair and analyzed, "Repa is not a... dirty twister." The existence of this adjective made Dylan feel a little uncomfortable, but he could only try his best. Ignore, "He already has a fiancée."

"That's right. Repa is not a twister. He's a little out of his mind now." The healer Ding Le admitted, "As for the reason for this, it can only be explained by magic. Didn't you attack in the arena? Repa? Maybe that hit his nerves."

"Impossible." Dylan said firmly, "I have controlled the strength to ensure that I don't hurt him, let alone cause this symptom."

Therapist Dingler said hesitantly, "It's not that I don't believe you, but there is no other possibility at present, it can only be—"

"--I'm done!"

A person stepped out from the crowd of onlookers, strode to the door, and kicked open the pitiful barrier.He is the lord of Munro, but at this moment, he looks like an angry rooster, "The whole ceremony is a farce!" The rooster was so angry that his feathers were standing on end, "From the beginning to the end All of them! Disgraceful stuff!"

The room was silent.The monarch of Munro gasped for breath, turned his head suddenly, and stared at the paladin commander fiercely, "You better know how to deal with this matter. Fuck him, who cares what you do? I'm leaving this place now What a shithole-like place!"

The monarch left in a huff.Those nobles and celebrities also followed him and left.

After a while, the venue became empty, with only a few parties left.

"Wait a minute, it's up to you to deal with it?" The consul reacted, "Your Excellency the Paladin Commander, you don't want to count this kind of accident as intentional injury, and then change the outcome? The Holy See is against this violation of sportsmanship." We express our firm protest against this behavior.”

The Paladin Commander didn't seem to want to talk to the consul, but he still said, "That's not important anymore."

He grabbed Repa, and dragged Repa out the door like a chicken, "Come with me, therapist, we need to give Repa a more comprehensive diagnosis." Finally, looking back, Added, "You too, Messenger Dylan."

The author has something to say: I don't know why it is always waiting for a high-level trial, and I am a little doubtful whether I can finish posting it safely.

Even though it's just a short story, I want to preserve the ruins completely.