After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    Cyril felt that time was passing especially slowly.

    I don't know how long it took, he finally heard the voice of Tours Auger, as if floating from a far away place: "Okay, it seems to be not bad."

    Cyril was like waking up from a dream, rushing towards Brian in the center of the witch formation.

    His warm, rapid breath fell on Brian's pale cheeks.

    "How are you feeling?"

    Cyril asked in a low voice, her voice a little muffled.

    Brian's slender fingers pressed lightly on the temple of his forehead.

    He opened his lips slowly, just about to say something to comfort Cyril, but he swallowed the words again, then lowered his eyelashes, covered his dark eyes, and said in a low voice With a voice: "It hurts."

    The magnetic voice has a bit of pretence to be strong, and the tail seems to be shaking slightly.

     Brian slowly put down his hand after he finished speaking.

    Afterwards, he raised his eyes to look at Cyril, and there was no sense of disobedience to this weak patient.

    Cyril was stunned for a moment, then frowned in distress.

    His white fingers landed on Brian's forehead and slowly pressed for him.

    "Is it better now?"

    Cyril's voice became softer and softer, as if he was coaxing a child who needed to whirring.

    Brian's eyes fell from Cyril's eyes to his soft lips, and stayed for a while.

    Then he raised his chin slightly and remained calm.

    Why do you feel like Brian is acting like a spoiled brat?

    Strange novel.

    Cyril looked at the slightly raised eyebrows and blinked.

    He finally decided to continue following his boyfriend who was still recovering.

    Therefore, Cyril leaned forward slightly.

    Brian felt the soft and smooth lips of the little rose brush past, and the graceful touch was like the soft and tender jelly that the other party always likes to eat.

    This action, like throwing a small spark in his heart, quickly burned.

    He suddenly stretched out his hand and took Cyril into his arms.

    Cyril was caught off guard and fell onto Brian.

    He subconsciously spread his legs, sandwiched between Brian's tight waist and abdomen, while his thighs sat on the man's lap.

    Cyril's first reaction was: Don't crush his newly repaired boyfriend.

    When he looked down, his cheeks flushed with blush—this posture? ? ?

    Cyril wanted to stand up immediately, as if his hands and feet were burned.

    However, just as he opened a little distance, he was hugged back by the handsome man under him.

    Brian hooked Cyril's neck with one hand and his waist with the other, then raised his head and licked and kissed Cyril's lips little by little.

    He is still sitting on the witch formation, but he still has a palpitating sense of aggression and oppression.

    Brian first rubbed Cyril's lips warmly and lingeringly, sucking and licking.

    It was so gentle that she kissed the little rose a little dizzy.

    Then, the cunning Mr. Wizard took the opportunity to pry open the sweet lips of the little lover, poked into the other's mouth, and entangled his lips and tongues.

    The numbness suddenly spread from the tip of the tongue to the whole body.

    The heartbeat is also rapidly intensifying, one after another, as if ringing next to Cyril's eardrum, "puff, puff, puff", making people more and more dizzy.

    The surrounding temperature seemed to be accelerating, and Cyril felt that his body was constantly steaming.

    Owl opened her eyes wide to see this scene and shook her head.

    "Young people."

    It sighed in a low voice.

    At this point, the owl's colorful feathers have faded and become a very dull gray.

    "Think of Brewster and I..."

    Tours Auger muttered, and the whole owl seemed to have lost its supporting magic.

    Brian kissed Cyril until his cheeks were so flushed that he seemed to be breathless before moving his lips away.

    He can feel the comfort of his current physical condition.

    There is no longer a strange feeling of being separated from the body and the soul. The soul is like a puzzle that has been reassembled, and it fits perfectly.

    Brian turned his head to look at Tours Auger and thanked him.

    At the same time, he also saw that since they brought back the news of Brewster, the wizard's will stored in the owl began to flow away rapidly, and now there is not much left.

    "Come on."

    The owl grabbed Brewster's manuscript and flew out of here.

    "You have my gift, young men. You can come here anytime and take care of Brewster's herb garden!"

    Its old voice drifted in the air.

    Cyril watched the owl go away, then looked down at the boyfriend under him again.

    He glared at Brian fiercely, but he didn't know that at this moment he was looking like a furious kitten.

    "So, are you recovering now? Are you still feeling unwell?"

    Cyril raised his voice.

    He paused, then quickly added: "Don't pretend!"

    Brian stood up while holding Cyril.

    "I feel healthier than ever, dear."

    The low voice of the Necromancer fell on Cyril's ear.

    His magnetic voice seemed to be mixed with a faint smile, which made his ears numb.

    Cyril nodded calmly.

    "Oh. Let's go back to the academy now."

    He cleared his throat and pretended to be unmoved and calm.

    Brian hooked the corner of his mouth and continued: "Even the magic is more than ever."

    After he said that, he pulled Cyril's arm and rubbed it gently with his fingertips.

    A white light appeared, and the stubborn red mark on Cyril's arm disappeared without a trace, as if it had been erased by something.

    The previously injured arm is white and smooth again.

    Brian lightly touched the tip of Cyril's delicate nose and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you happy for me?"

    Cyril squinted at the man's smiling eyes, his expression stagnant.

    He finally couldn't bear it anymore, no longer sullen, but a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

    Bright eyes and curly eyebrows.

    When he returned to Snowberg Wizarding Academy again, Cyril felt like he had been away for a long time.

    It's only been seven days, but a lot has happened during this time.

    Cyril and Brian are on their way back to the Rose Cottage.

    He suddenly heard an excited shout from a spire not far away: "Ah ah ah ah ah! I have successfully been promoted to wizard! Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! Ah! I finally waited for this day!"

    Cyril was stunned when he heard the words, and stopped unconsciously.

    Across a long distance, just listening to this excited voice, he could feel the overjoyed and ecstatic emotions of this new wizard.

    Many apprentices poked their heads from the surrounding dormitories and looked at the source of the sound.

    The sound of numerous discussions also rang out.

    "Looks like another wizard apprentice has been successfully promoted to wizard!"

    "What number is this? I returned to the academy three days ago."

    "It seems that this wizard's apprentice grading trial has greatly stimulated everyone..."

    "He is really lucky. I don't know how long it will take for me to be recognized by the will of the plane. Obviously, my magic and spiritual power have reached the standard."

    …

    Cyril listened to the emotions of these wizard apprentices, he thought of his own body data, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

    He asked the system to open the data and took another look:

    [Name: Cyril Lawrence

    Age: 18

     Stamina: 500

    Strength: 500

    Mental Power: 7777

    Magic: 5555

    Achievement: The Rumored Great Demon King

    Description: You, successfully left a classic rumor among the wizard apprentices of the Seven Wizarding Colleges.

    Young man, I know you are desperate for promotion to wizarding right now. So, start your smart little brain and think about it, how can you deepen your bond with this wizarding world, you need to have a more sense of belonging to this world. Since you have successfully left the list, friendly reminder - if the handsome guy is in front of you, it is a sin not to sleep. 】 Cyril choked for a moment, pretending not to see the system's friendly reminder.

    However, he did remember what Brian had said to himself: "Promotion to a wizard requires the recognition of the will of the plane, and this is not necessarily about making any outstanding achievements, but Deepen your bond with the wizarding world."

    Deepen your bond with the wizarding world...

    Cyril really felt that he was so close to being promoted to a wizard.

    Cyril's eyes fell on the distant scenery, the endless snow-capped mountains pierced the sky, still like when he first arrived.

    The smoky gray tower of the ancient castle tower is still solemn and solemn, and time quietly records the days when he used to study magic in the wizard tower.

    Suddenly, Cyril saw a wizard apprentice flying like a cannonball from one of the spires.

    The other party sat on a blade that became the size of a small blanket, and the blade carried him to the wizarding tower of the academy.

    Cyril immediately realized that this was the newly promoted wizard who was humming a cheerful tune.

    Cyril turned his head to look at Brian, "Do you need to go back to the office to receive him?" He pointed to the new wizard who was far away.

    "Christina will take care of this."

    Brian said lightly.

    He didn't even look at the man, his face was full of "What does this new wizard have to do with me?"

    "You'll be an official wizard soon."

    As if knowing what Cyril was thinking, Brian raised his hand, and his slender fingers gently rubbed Cyril's soft hair.

    "Trust me."

    He gave Cyril a deep look.