After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

     Until Cyril lay on the bed, his mind was still in a trance.

    He suddenly has a boyfriend? ?

    【Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations on your divorce! 】

    The sound of the system was filled with thriving joy and excitement.

    [I thank you…]

    Cyril buried his cheeks in the soft pillows and rolled around on the spacious bed.

    Thinking of the lingering kiss in the moonlight just now, Cyril felt as if the tips of his ears were steaming.

    Today is really exciting, he closed his eyes and thought.

    Although he got a new boyfriend half an hour ago, Cyril sternly rejected the other party's idea of ​​sharing a bed.

    Recalling the regretful expression on the handsome man's face, Cyril licked his lips subconsciously.

    No.

    Kissing is like that... If he does something else... Anyway, he can't bear it now!

    Thinking of this, Cyril's face became hot, and he opened his eyes, as if returning to the scene where the two exchanged good night not long ago.

    "Claude, call me Claude from now on."

    "Good night, S... Claude."

    Cyril swiftly kissed his chin against his scorching gaze, then quickly slipped into the room and closed the door.

    "Good night, boyfriend."

    Cyril looked at the peaceful starry sky above his head and covered his eyes with his fingers.

    His heart was still beating, and he didn't know how long it took before he fell asleep in a daze.

    Cyril, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, did not know that a figure silently appeared beside his bed.

    Brian sat beside Cyril and pressed down the soft bed.

    Brian chuckled softly, then lay down beside Cyril unceremoniously.

    However, Brian still seems dissatisfied.

    His hand reached into the hem of Cyril's pajamas, and the cool fingertips rubbed against his smooth and tender skin.

    Finally, he simply undressed Cyril, removed the silk nightgown, and traced the little rose's body inch by inch.

    Straight and beautiful collarbone, thin and slender waist, slender and white legs…

      over his whole body.

    His chest heaved up and down, his breathing gradually became rough, and he couldn't help lowering his head and pecking at the side of Cyril's neck.

    Sleeping Cyril frowned for no reason, he dreamed of a big dog licking him over and over.

    He wanted to stretch out his hand to resist the bad dog's wet and hot tongue, but was knocked down by the other's huge and hot body, and his long hair covered his face.

    Cyril woke up the next morning looking sullen.

    He shook his head, feeling exhausted.

    Cyril shivered at the thought of the passionate and bad dog that haunted him in the middle of the night in his dream.

    What sleeping position can make this dream? He never wanted to see the dog again.

    Cyril looked down at himself, and then looked around.

    Cyril changed his clothes, washed his clothes, and as soon as he walked out of the room, he saw that the door on the opposite side was also opened at the same time.

    "Good morning dear."

    Compared to Cyril's slightly sluggish state, the energetic Brian smiled slightly and kissed Cyril's lips, leaving with a touch, very restrained gentleman.

    "Good morning, Claude."

    Cyril looked at his boyfriend, he touched his nose and blinked.

    The two walked to the living room side by side.

     Chef Zorro did not know when the breakfast was ready, and the two sat down to eat together.

    While eating his own breakfast, Cyril realized that it seemed like a long time ago, the two of them were in such a relaxed state.

    At that time, Jenny looked at him with a subtle expression after hearing about it, and euphemistically confirmed that he and the head of the academy were still pure roommates...

    Cyril blushed and ate a muffin.

    In the next five days, Cyril felt that it was more like a vacation with her boyfriend than participating in the wizard's apprentice grading trial.

    In the secret realm with excellent green mountains and green waters, they ate, drank, played, hugged, kissed, and cleaned up other wizard apprentices they encountered along the way.

    Cyril also learned more about his strength.

    Unwittingly, he grew from a wizard apprentice who only knew how to use fireballs to a veritable S-level wizard apprentice who could stand on his own.

    On the last day, Cyril's bracelet already had "388" points.

    And all the wizard apprentices still alive in the secret realm were guided to a smaller area.

    Cyril took a cursory glance, and now there are 30 apprentices of wizards in various colleges.

    Everyone stood together in twos and threes, watching the others warily.

    Several wizard apprentices from Snowberg Wizarding Academy recognized the chief of their academy, trotted over, and surrounded Cyril and Brian.

    I don't know who cast the spell first, and a melee started.

    The colorful spell is like a wave from the deep sea, rushing into the air from all directions.

    The huge magic power released huge power at each target position, setting off a majestic trend.

    Some are sharp ice spikes, some are fiery flames, some are spraying pus, some are hard rubble…

    Even the earth seemed to be shaken violently by the magic power of this concentration, unable to bear it.

    Many wizard apprentices were killed one after another and bid farewell to the battlefield.

    Cyril moved nimbly, quickly dodging the ferocious attack, and kept using various ingenious spells to defuse the spells flying towards him.

    From the corner of his eye, he saw that his boyfriend was still calm and relaxed, standing in place, like an outsider watching the fun and eating melons.

    The countless spells flying towards him seemed to fall into the air and were absorbed by something invisible.

    Cyril's forehead twitched.

    However, at the moment he was distracted, a wound ran across his arm, and blood gushed out immediately.

    Cyril narrowed his eyes and looked at the wizard apprentice who attacked him.

    From the academy emblem on the other party's arrogant wizard robe, it can be seen that he is a student of the Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy.

    But this man obviously didn't get any benefit, he was hit by his previous spell, and he sadly bid farewell to the secret realm of trials.

    Cyril tapped his wand on his wound and silently used a healing spell, but the wound did not heal successfully.

    While waving his wand to block other attacks, he tried to activate the rose necklace around his neck.

    During a magic teaching two years ago, Cyril learned the function of this rose necklace from Mr. Scott.

    That scarlet gem contains a powerful healing spell.

    At this time, a white light enveloped Cyril, and the wound on his arm began to heal gradually.

    Cyril took a glance and stopped caring, continued to aim at the target, and took the lead in killing the wizard apprentices of the Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy.

    Brian noticed the wound on Cyril's arm, and his eyes darkened for a moment.

    "It's over."

    Brian glanced coldly at the wizard apprentices around him, and there was a chill in his calm tone.

    The few wizard apprentices at Snowberg Wizarding Academy who were standing closest only felt a rush of fear from their backs to their foreheads in an instant.

    Brian stretched out his wand, and a spark shot out from the tip of his wand, pointing to the sky.

    The next moment, a huge magic force pressed down from the sky, like a galaxy upside down.

    Except Cyril, the other wizard apprentices present seemed to have been hit by a meteor, unable to move.

    Their bracelets also exploded one by one like fireworks.

    Take it away in one wave, clean.

    Only Cyril and Brian were left on the huge field.

    Brian walked over to Cyril and frowned at his arm.

    At this time, the wound has healed, leaving only a red mark, which is very conspicuous on Cyril's fair arm.

    Brian chanted a series of magic spells in a low voice, but the red mark was still stubbornly lying on his head, and there was no sign of disappearing.

    His eyes were dark and unclear, then he waved his hand, and a small white medicine bottle appeared in the palm of his hand.

    Brian poured out a treasure recovery pill from the small vial and put it to Cyril's lips to feed him.

    Cyril swallowed this precious recovery pill obediently, and felt that the fatigue on his body had recovered a lot, but the marks on his arms still did not disappear.

    "Probably the wizard apprentice improved this spell, I don't know if it changed the structure of the magic rune or..."

    Cyril touched the scar on his hand with great interest.

    Seeing her boyfriend's slightly gloomy face, he hurriedly comforted: "It's okay, don't worry, I don't hurt."

    Cyril thought about it and hugged the handsome man.

    "I'll pay attention next time and won't hurt myself again."

    Cyril raised his head in his boyfriend's arms, raised his lips slightly, smiled at him, sweet and brilliant.

    "Then now, dear Claude, do you choose to kill me or be killed by me?"