become gay magic

What happened after the game was ridiculous.Dylan returned to the room, took a tired shower, and hid in the quilt early to rest.

It was a very solid sleep.A little too down-to-earth.When he finally noticed the rustling sound, Dylan opened his eyes——

"——My Moen God!"

Dylan jumped up, but his body in a relaxed state didn't provide enough strength, so the jump lacked momentum, and he fell back.The paladin in front of him smiled, bowed up and threw himself on the bed, which made him roll to the side immediately in fright, and hid at the head of the bed and grabbed the quilt tightly.

"Repa!" Dylan yelled, "Why are you in my room?!"

"Because the door is not locked." Repari said confidently.

"You're not allowed in without a lock!!" Dylan continued to roar.

"But let me come and see you, what's the matter?"

Repa quickly climbed to the head of the bed, pressed half of the quilt with his knees, and said in an impatient tone, "Give me your hand."

"No, get out." Dylan gestured to get off the bed, but Repa grabbed his leg.His pupils shrank sharply, and Dylan turned around and kicked Repa with all his strength, causing Repa to let out a low cry of pain, but still refused to let him go free, instead grabbing his ankle and dragging him back .

Dylan was angry and impatient, wishing to kill the rascal, but when he thought that this man was originally sane, maybe it was because of the influence of his own magic that he became what he is now, so he couldn't bear to be cruel.What matters is how to heal the patient, not further harm him.

"Don't grab my leg, I'll give you my hand."

"Really?" Repa's eyes lit up, "Promise me?"

Dylan suppressed his impatience, "I promise. Let me go first."

Repa let go immediately.

Dylan stood on the ground and felt a faint pain. Looking down, there were faint bruises on his ankle.This hooligan is really strong.Dylan thought with an ugly face, but because of his promise, he still handed out his right hand.

"What do you want my hand for?"

"Do this..."

Repa took his hand and sent it down.

Dylan was still a little confused when he first came across the thick leather material.

But when he discovered what was under there, Dylan's face changed suddenly.

"Repa!" Dylan slapped the paladin with his left hand, "Can you fucking be sober? You're not a twister!"

Being slapped again, Repa looked extremely aggrieved, "But isn't this a solid proof? I just have feelings for you."

Yes...that's right.Dylan couldn't deny that the iron-bar-hard object showed that Repa was indeed in love with him.And the important criterion for measuring twisters is whether a man has desire for another man.

But that doesn't make sense at all!Dylan withdrew his hand, flushing.

"Baby." Repa approached him, and coaxed him nicely, "Do it for me, will it work?"

What are you doing?Dylan frowned at Repa, and retreated towards the door with a bad feeling.

"Good boy." Quickly approached, "Make me comfortable, and I will make you comfortable too."

Hearing this, Dylan opened the door and rushed out without hesitation.

If he didn't run away, he was worried that he would create an impulsive murder case.

Repa couldn't let him escape, so he immediately ran after him and ran wildly in the corridor.

"Baby! I don't want you to do it anymore, come back baby, I know I was wrong!"

Dylan felt like he had never run so fast.He has always been quite proud of his speed, but it depends on who he compares with.The group of delicate envoys could not keep up with him, but now, with Repa one after another, chasing after each other, he felt an unprecedented sense of urgency.

As expected of a holy knight with super physical strength.Dylan was panting heavily, and couldn't count how many times they ran around the palace.

Where else can I hide now...?

Dylan quickly looked around and caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous staircase. He grabbed the handrail and rushed up with sparks and lightning.

Dylan was afraid that he would slow down a step. When Repa rushed over, he would find him upstairs and continue to pester him.

Climbing up to the third floor in one breath, Dylan lowered his legs and gasped for breath while leaning on the wall.

It stands to reason that it wouldn't be so tiring...but this feeling of surviving after a catastrophe is really exhausting...

After a while, Dylan stood up again, ready to explain the current situation to the consul.He can't stand it, really.In any case, he wanted to make sure that Repa would not have the opportunity to break into his room in the future, let alone do anything.

Suddenly a cool breeze blew from behind.

"Baby... so you are here..."

Dylan froze instantly when he heard the voice.

"Phew...I've been looking for it for a long time...Phew..."

Without looking back, Dylan ran forward.

The paladins followed closely, their heavy footsteps hitting the floor tiles, reminding Dylan how close they were.The anxiety and panic in his heart were ignited silently, what would happen if he was really caught by Repa?If it is the worst case, how should he deal with it?

The consequence of inattentiveness is to hit a wall on the spot.

"Uh huh." Dylan covered his nose and fell to the ground on the spot.

"What are you doing running so fast?" A gruff voice came from overhead.

Fortunately, no bleeding.Dylan looked up and hesitated, "Yes...it's Repa..."

"Repa?" The chief paladin looked at the figure rushing forward, "Oh."

Dylan bypassed him, trying to run to the end of the corridor, but was pulled back.

"Don't run away, even if you hide, how long can you hide?"

That's what it says, but what else?

Seeing Repa getting close and about to grab him, Dylan's face turned pale.God, it's too late to run away now.

The paladin commander noticed Dylan's expression, and the moment he let go of him, he drew his sword and slashed at Repa.Dylan exclaimed, "No!"

Repa fell.The chief paladin caught him with one hand, and the long sword held in the other hand showed no sign of blood staining.

"Don't worry, I just knocked him out with the back of the blade. I think I'll need to tie him up later so he won't cause trouble everywhere."

The first half of the sentence made Dylan breathe a sigh of relief, but the second half of the sentence made him worry.

"This is not good... Repa is a person after all, he should have the right to act independently, how can he be treated like an animal..."

"To be precise, he is a patient now, so we can't treat him as a normal person." The paladin commander picked up Repa and looked at Dylan strangely. Is it? I saw that you defeated Repa in the arena, and you don’t know how to use a spell right now, should you subdue him as soon as possible?”

Dylan froze for a moment, then lowered his head in embarrassment.

"I don't really want to use magic on Repa."

"Why?" the chief paladin asked quite confused, but when he saw Dylan's head lowered and became more ruthless, and his golden soft hair collapsed in shame, he suddenly understood, "You feel sorry for Repa, so you don't want to Use magic against him again?"

Dylan hummed for a moment, and whispered, "Although I don't want to admit it, I did make him like this."

"..."

Silence for a while.

This little boy is still as kind as ever...

He unconsciously raised his hand and rubbed the blond hair, "It's okay, it's not all your fault."

The young envoy of the Holy See suddenly looked at him with complicated eyes.Only then did he realize what he was doing, he quickly put down his hands, and turned away his face forcefully, "I will make sure that similar incidents will not happen again. You should also be more careful in the future, Dylan."

"Um……"

Dylan watched the chief paladin disappear from sight, still unable to understand why he was stroking his head like a puppy just now.

And he just called himself Dylan, without the title of messenger.Did you forget?Or just want to show intimacy?

I always feel that these two possibilities are unreasonable...

The author has something to say: 20180505, missed a cute Shiba Inu.funeral. (Don't treat your words as a diary, hey)