After Being Fancied by a Necromancer - Chapter 70

    Cyril didn’t feel right, but he had no proof.

    So, he simply put aside the numerous thoughts in his mind, put down his hands covering his face and put his hands beside the bathtub, put his small head on his hands, closed his eyes and enjoyed the hot spring .

    Probably due to the improvement of mental strength, Cyril could feel the warm water in the bath tightly surrounding his skin.

    The flow of water brought a very comfortable accumulation, and his spirit also relaxed a lot.

    Cyril’s cheeks were flushed, and her fair skin had a healthy pink sheen. He felt that it was almost done, so he used magic to conjure himself a black bathrobe.

    Then he pushed his hands hard and came out of the bath.

    When Cyril began to soak in the hot spring, Brian sat casually on the edge of the bed and leaned against the head of the bed.

    His slender fingers naturally shook the glass filled with clear wine, leisurely looking at Cyril who was soaking in the bath.

    At this time, when he heard the sound of “crashing”, Brian lifted his eyelids lazily, and his eyes were fixed on Cyril with interest.

    As soon as she got out of the bath, Cyril’s hair was still wet.

    As he walked, the water droplets on the wet hair swayed gently.

    Feeling the water mist in the field of vision, Cyril couldn’t help but blink his eyes and tilt his head.

    Brian’s eyes flashed slightly, his eyes darkened.

    His eyes passed over Cyril’s wet lips, and he raised his eyebrows inexplicably.

    He didn’t restrain his unbridled gaze, but his gaze continued to slide down and landed on Cyril’s thin and beautiful collarbone.

    The slightly sunken straight collarbone has beautiful lines, like a finely crafted art.

    Between the left and right collarbones hangs the rose necklace that he personally put on each other, and in the center of the silver rose lies a scarlet gem with a quiet luster.

    Further down, the black bathrobe was loosely attached to Cyril, forming a sharp contrast with his smooth and fair skin, bringing a stronger visual impact.

    The black bathrobe still dripping with water calmly outlines the youthful figure of the boy’s thick and slender body.

    Cyril looked up at Mr. Scott and was stunned for a moment.

    Cyril’s footsteps were inadvertent.

    His heart, which had calmed down in the hot spring, began to beat again and again.

    Mr. Scott is still astonishingly handsome, but inexplicably dangerous.

    Cyril lowered his eyelashes unintentionally, looking for something to divert his attention.

    He gave himself a drying spell as if he suddenly realized something.

    With the completion of the mobilization of magic power, a hot wind swept from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

    The hot wind savagely took away the excess moisture from his body, and there was even a dry tingling sensation on his skin.

    Cyril felt like a freshly baked, hot toast now.

    “Come here.”

    Brian looked at Cyril with a half-smile and said, with a light ending.

    The deep and hoarse voice hides some subtle coaxing.

    For some reason, Cyril only felt that his legs suddenly became heavy.

    He moved slowly to the edge of the bed and sat two places away from Mr. Scott.

    Even though the distance is not too far away, the other party still reveals some palpitating sense of aggression.

    Cyril suppressed the strange emotions in his heart, raised his head to look at each other, and blinked a pair of beautiful almond eyes.

    “Mr. Scott…do you take medicine now…”

    Cyril asked hesitantly.

    After he finished asking, he paused, looked around, and found nothing similar to ointment, so he added: “I’ll do it myself?”

    “Lie down, face up.”

    Brian calmly nodded towards Cyril, with a faint smile in his voice.

    Seeing that Cyril’s eyes were filled with a bit of confusion, Brian hooked his lips and explained in a serious manner: “It takes some special techniques to apply this medicine.”

    The man’s calm appearance does not seem to be fake.

    Cyril nodded and thanked him politely.

    Afterwards, he touched his nose in embarrassment and slowly lay face up on the bed.

    With Cyril lying on his back, his vision also changed to the huge dome covered with colored glass, outside the glass was a deep night.

    You can faintly see tiny lights dotted in the night.

    Despite Cyril’s efforts to focus his attention to the end of his eyes, he instantly felt the mattress beside him sag slightly – Mr. Scott sat beside him .

    The surrounding scenery has not changed in any way, but Cyril feels that the surroundings have suddenly become a lot crowded.

    A slender and powerful hand fell on his chest, and he slowly took off the bathrobe.

    Cyril’s body stiffened in an instant, he subconsciously held his breath, and his cheeks bulged quietly.

    Brian’s movements were very slow, and almost the moment his fingers touched Cyril, he felt Little Rose’s tensed body.

    He let out a low laugh, and unhurriedly pulled the bathrobe away, pretending to take it all off for him.

    Before Cyril couldn’t help but speak, Brian stopped and looked at the boy’s thin and white abdomen.

    His eyes lingered over Cyril.

    Brian moved his throat, raised his hand slightly, and a small brass jar appeared in his palm.

    He opened the lid and poured some sticky, transparent liquid onto Cyril’s skin.

    Cyril suddenly felt a chill in his stomach, and a feeling that was smoother than ice water entrenched in his stomach.

    He subconsciously took a deep breath.

    Brian slowly turned his slender fingers, the warm finger pulps kneaded gently on Cyril’s white and tender skin, spread the ointment evenly and rubbed the pulp back and forth Slipping, rubbing, wandering, as if a tiny spark was burning.

    Cyril only felt a slight itch and numbness spread along the rubbed area, all the way to the heart, even the small heart seemed to be pinched with ease.

    He tried his best to restrain his body’s desire to tremble, and his hand on his side could not help but curl up slightly.

    For a while, under the sudden force of Brian’s fingers, Cyril still made a small “hum” sound.

    This voice was light and fluttering, and it was unreasonably stained with some tide, and it fell in the surrounding quiet environment and was clearly audible.

    Brian watched as he exerted his strength, Little Rose’s white skin with a translucent luster was slightly reddish, and the blush overflowed from his fingertips, holding a pitiful, The appearance of being slaughtered.

    He took a deep look at Cyril, recalling the soft touch left on his fingertips, his Adam’s apple rolled.

    The ointment was cold, but Cyril felt that the place where Mr. Scott rubbed his fingers was hot, as if it had penetrated into his pores with the other party’s body temperature.

    This thought flashed in his mind, and Cyril raised his arm shyly to block his eyes.

    If Cyril looked up at the man’s face, he could see that his dark blue eyes had turned into pure black.

    In the rich black, a little golden light flickered, as if a golden butterfly fluttering was wrapped in the thick night.

    Brian pulled his fingers away.

    He lowered his eyes and whispered a series of complex incantations.

    This time, the strange lines of the abyss immediately emerged.

    There are still two patterns like thorns, moving under Cyril’s white skin.

    Seeing this, the dark shadow in Brian’s eyes thickened.

    He chanted another spell again.

    Cyril suddenly felt his abdomen begin to heat, as if a flame was burning violently under his skin.

    He clenched his fists.

    The light-colored lines began to twitch and twist as if they had been stimulated.

    As if to break free from this polluted body, to break out of the ground.

    Cyril felt an indescribable pain in his brain, as if a sharp needle had been pierced into his scalp.

    His belly was still scorching hot, but the rest of his body seemed to be immersed in ice water, chilling.

    Large beads of sweat appeared on Cyril’s forehead.

    He clenched his teeth and frowned at the unbearable pain.

    Brian’s eyes fell on Cyril’s face again.

    Like a little harder, it will disappear soon.

    Brian swept the traces of pollution in the abyss, a sharp and depressed gloom in the dark eyes.

    He began to think that Erlanger was right too – the Wizarding Union is a group of food buckets, and even such obvious abyss traces left on the Wizarding Continent could not be found.

    Brian suddenly leaned down and stretched out his hand to clasp Cyril’s right hand.

    His slender and powerful fingers inserted between Cyril’s five fingers, and an abundant magic power flowed into Cyril’s body from his palm.

    This magic power rampages domineeringly in Cyril’s body, but it gently eases his uncomfortable state.

    Except for the belly that still seemed to be burning, the rest of his body softened.

    It took a while before the burning sensation in the abdomen subsided.

    At this moment, Cyril’s whole figure was like being pulled out of the water, and the bright sweat covered his fair skin.

    He called the system in his mind and asked:

    [Will this medicine work? ]

    The system hesitated for a second or two before answering:

    【There is good news and bad news, which do you want to hear? 】

    Cyril’s heart sank.

    It seems that the pollution of the abyss has not been completely removed.

    The author has something to say: Brian: My wife is the only one who can bully me, how dare the abyss dare…