He Holds a Rose from the Abyss

Sheffield looked at him: "It's cold, very cold."

Chi Lang drooped his head and said, "Well, it doesn't matter if it's cold."

"But it's warm in the rose garden, so—I'll use all means to warm you." Sheffield's words were vague, his voice was low, and it sounded vague and ambiguous.

Chi Lang looked into Sheffield's eyes, and suddenly turned his head to the side: "Can you not be so **** in your mind?"

Sheffield froze for a moment, then laughed, and the laughter continued for a while, his breath hitting Chi Lang's face without interruption.

He said in Chi Lang's ear: "I mean, I can always use fire magic for you... But you, what did you think of?"

Sheffield held Chi Lang's hand and said with a smile, "Tell me, what did you think of?"

All right.

All right.

It was just that simple.

Chi Lang didn't understand why every time he thought less, Sheffield seemed to have a lot of ideas.

He patted Sheffield's shoulder and said earnestly: "Let's make an agreement, if you have any associations in that area in the future, please say it clearly, don't be vague, I can't guess it, if you don't say it clearly, I will use it literally. I mean to understand what you said."

Sheffield took Chi Lang's hand and put Chi Lang's hand on his face. He smiled again: "The association in that regard? So, you mean, when I miss you in the future... will I tell you too?"

"Like I thought..."

Chi Lang couldn't help himself. He lowered his head, pulled Sheffield's clothes, and said in a low voice, "Shut up, stop talking."

Sheffield didn't embarrass him, just smiled again: "Okay, look up, I won't think about it, and I won't say it."

Chi Lang buried his head lower, and he almost immediately picked up on Sheffield's words: "No... I still think about it."

"Two friends, can you separate a little?" There was such a voice not far from them.

When Chi Lang looked up, Dinah was standing a bookshelf away from them, knocking on the bookshelf.

"Should I not disturb you? If you have more love to say, I can come back later." Dinah folded her arms and leaned against the bookshelf.

"Yeah," Sheffield's voice was a little low, "so, it's nothing important, I can come to you later."

Chi Lang thought about the pros and cons, and said to Dinah, "Dinah, what's the matter with you? Or... let's talk now. Basically, you have to talk about love. It's hard to find a time when you don't talk."

Dinah handed them two invitations: "I'll finish it as soon as possible, this is Margaret's party, almost all the magicians from Zeffnar City will go, and some of the Howard family will go too. All excellent students have received invitations…”

At the mention of Howard, she glanced at Sheffield.

"It's up to you whether you go or not, I'm just here to send an invitation..." Dinah's tone was a little teasing, "Okay, I'm leaving, you can do what you want.

Dinah acted simply and neatly, then turned and walked away.

Chi Lang took the invitation. He didn't rush to open it. Looking at Dinah's back, he asked curiously, "By the way, Dinah knows your identity, right? Did you meet in the abyss?"

"No, she was once of the Order," Sheffield paused, "and was my fiancee, before I left Howard."

Chi Lang choked on his own saliva: "Fiancée?"

Ah, he was a little sad.

"But before I went to the abyss, she already wanted to break off the marriage, but it didn't work."

"Later, she also came to the abyss to fight me, and unfortunately died there, so I used some necromantic magic to let her live as an undead."

"Want to break off the marriage? Chi Lang's unhappiness disappeared in an instant, and he was still inappropriately, a little sympathetic to Sheffield: "Hey, it seems that you were not very attractive at that time, and you were actually broken off. "

Sheffield raised his eyebrows and smiled: "When you heard 'fiancee', you were jealous, right?"

"That's not jealous," Chi Lang explained as best he could. "Everyone will be a little upset. Let's exchange it, and you will be upset too."

Sheffield nodded and asked Chi Lang, "So tell me, what was your relationship with your priest friend?"

what relationship?

It is probably the business relationship of "we all think we are very good but call each other a boss", and the superficial father-son friendship that is in jeopardy,

Chi Lang felt sorry for Song Southwest, and he wanted to temporarily ruin Song Southwest's reputation.

"Actually, we were also married once..."

Sheffield smiled: "You are too good at lying... But you are right, it is indeed a little uncomfortable."

He kissed Chi Lang's lips, and then kissed all the way down his neck, stopping just above his collarbone.

Chi Lang's heart was beating very fast, and then he was very keenly aware of Sheffield's movements, and held Sheffield's hand first: "I said that you can't do it... This is the library!"

Sheffield continued to kiss, and Chi Lang felt that he was about to lose the touch on his neck. He was very unsatisfactory, and was confused again.

Then he heard Sheffield smiled and said, "If you don't let me do it...then can you take off your clothes yourself?"

Chi Lang: …

Even after returning to the bedroom, Chi Lang's face was still very hot, and he felt uncomfortable thinking about that scene.

At this time, Sheffield went out to pick roses. This morning, Sheffield rarely forgot to pick roses, which shows that love does have a huge impact. Chi Lang thought happily.

But the next moment, he had a feeling he couldn't tell. Although he rejected Sheffield's request at the time, he felt that if it wasn't in the library, he might have agreed.

No, he will definitely agree.

He will dedicate himself to the Demon King.

And willingly.

Chi Lang unconsciously touched the invitation card in his hand, he opened the invitation card, and unexpectedly found a note.

There is a line on the note:

I came to you, and I hope you open the window.

Signed Dinah.

Chi Lang wondered if Dinah had given the wrong invitation, this note was for Sheffield, and why did you open the window?

As he thought so, the window was knocked twice.

Dinah was outside the window, knocking on the window, motioning him to open it.

Chi Lang immediately opened the window, stretched out his hand, and wanted to give La Dina a hand: "Why did you turn over the window? Be careful."

Dinah turned in deftly and didn't need his help at all.

"I just saw Sheffield going over there, so I came to find you quickly."

"Looking for me? Is there something wrong?"

Dinah nodded: "You should know Sheffield's identity, including Howard..."

"Yes."

"From the perspective of a friend in Sheffield, I think it is necessary to tell you something, something he probably won't tell you." Dinah said seriously.

"Speaking."

"Sheffield became the Demon Lord because he killed the previous Demon Lord. No one expected such a price at the time."

"I know." Chi Lang's voice was a little harsh.

"Also, although his magic became much stronger almost overnight after he became the Demon King, he lost his thirst for knowledge."

"To put it in layman's terms, he can no longer study magic beyond the forbidden spell. His magic will always be imprisoned under the forbidden spell."

"Confinement?"

"He can't think about the magic above it, and he can't use it, but he can easily master the magic below it."

"Since then, his love for magic has diminished, and in the end magic has only become a tool for him to kill."

Dinah pursed her lips. "How should I put it, I once saw his notebook when he was reading, and on the first page it said, 'I will always think magic is beautiful'."

"I think he used to believe in magic."

Chi Lang is sad.

Dinah: "In the imperial capital at that time, geniuses were born faster than they disappeared. Even so, he was still the best... After he emerged from the abyss, the geniuses fell, and the era of prosperous magic came to an end. The person who took him has also stepped into the realm of the forbidden spell."

After a while, Chi Lang asked, "So that's why he returned to the abyss?"

"Not exactly, but that's what makes me sad."

"He came to Zevernar this time, although he said that he wanted to take revenge on the church, but after so long, the hatred was almost forgotten. Hubert was also dead. Sheffield, he Who do you want to take revenge on?"

Chi Lang had a very bad association.

"He's dying. I can persuade him, but I can't stop him."

Chi Lang heard himself speak: "...Understood. I...will not let him die, I will protect him, and I will go to many, many places with him..."

"Thank you for telling me this."

"It's me who should say 'thank you,'" Dinah said, as if letting go of something. "Finally, a worry has been resolved."

She remembered something again and said with a smile, "Don't worry about the fact that I used to be his fiancee. I already had someone I liked at that time, so I wanted to break off the marriage."

Chi Lang: "Okay."

Dinah: "Actually, for people in the abyss, if they don't harbor hatred, death is the only appeal. And I, in fact, are not very willing to accept this undead magic attached to my body."

"But the man I liked is dead, and no one remembers him anymore. If I'm not around, no one can prove that he once existed so dazzlingly. So live like this until the undead magic fails forever. Just a moment."

Dinah finally bowed to Chi Lang: "So, please protect yourself."

After Dinah left, Chi Lang was waiting in the bedroom for Sheffield to come back. He sat upright on the chair and stared at the roses in the vase. The rose was already wilted, and the petals drooped down.

When a rose is late and withering, it always looks uncomfortable.

When Sheffield pushed the door, all he saw was Chi Lang looking gloomy.

"What's the matter? Why do you look unhappy when I go out for a while?"

Chi Lang remembered Dinah's words, and said dully, "Yes, now that you leave me, I don't seem to be very happy even when I am happy."

He looked towards Sheffield, a little surprised: "Didn't you fold the rose back?"

"A rose will always fade, but now I have found a rose that is completely mine, and in my eyes, forever."

Chi Lang was happy again, and he asked Sheffield, "Will you take me to the abyss?"

"Yes I do."

Chi Lang thought for a while: "Then if it's possible, would you like to go to my hometown with me?"

"willing."

Chi Lang stopped questioning, he was a little drunk, ran up to hug Sheffield.

Sheffield smiled: "Why don't you speak again?"

Chi Lang didn't speak, he just felt the word "willing", like, wedding.