Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Chapter 88

The knight's figure is light and flexible, even if it is a one-to-many fight, he does not appear to be timid at all, on the contrary, his fighting spirit becomes more and more high-spirited because of this.

The spear is named Gae Dearg, and the rune incantation endows it with mysterious magic belonging to the kingdom of the elves. The long sword is named Mor-alltach, named after Liaoyuan of Rage, and it seems to have a thunderous aura when piercing the air.

This is the legendary warrior who is good at winning more with less. His long spear and long sword cut through the air alternately, bursting out extremely gorgeous blood flowers amidst sharp hissing sounds.

Diarmuid didn't even stop to ask the attacker's identity and purpose, and stepped forward without saying a word. He heard the muffled sound of the bullet being fired, and smelled the pungent smell of gunpowder, but he didn't even hesitate Yes, the toes slid sideways across the enemy's throat.

One.

He silently calculated in his heart that the suit had become a more sporty Celtic battle suit. The tight-fitting fabric was like a second skin, outlining undulating and powerful lines. The vital parts were covered with thick leather armor, and the blade rubbed against the bullets. Sparks briefly illuminated the gemstones set around the rim.

It was an excellent ruby. It was made of gold and embedded with shoulder straps that fixed the leather armor. It was engraved with dark lines that could not be seen clearly. handful of ashes.

This is a generous gift from his lord. Diarmuid sighed, and his strikes became more and more powerful. In the darkness, only the bright sparks when the metal rubbed against each other could be seen, outlining strange bright marks.

Really pretty tight.Kyogokuhiko was standing not far away watching, the darkness couldn't stop his sight, so he could clearly see the knight's dexterous and murderous movements, the seductive arc of the bright red lips unconsciously raised slightly, the eyes in his eyes Clearly reflecting the blood, but not half of it splashed into those bright and dazzling eyes.

The glorious appearance of Diarmuid, who was born to belong to the brave on the battlefield, the more he fights, the more radiant he is, making people unable to take his eyes off, and even at a certain moment, Kyogokuhiko clearly felt the throbbing of his heart , a reminder of his own muddy feet.

He was a little fascinated, Jing Jiyan thought so, a strange impulse stirred in his heart, making him want to desperately kiss the corners of the curved and passionate lips.

Patience, patience.The black eyes darkened, and deep desires settled down.

On the other side, seeing that the guns were useless, the attackers dropped their guns one by one, twisted their necks to reveal the true face under the human skin, twisted and stretched their heads like a hyena, and their sharp teeth made a "ho ho" sound. The muscles exploded, the nails stretched and rushed towards Diarmuid at high speed.

Kyogokuhiko raised his eyebrows, and he said that there was a dog smell at that time, and it really was Wesen again.

However, he was not worried about Diarmuid. Knights living in the age of mythology were not to be frightened by such little tricks. He just couldn't help thinking whether the chances of Weisen appearing around him recently were a bit too high.

This is not a good sign.

After the transformation, the speed and strength of the attackers went up to a new level. Diarmuid took two steps back to block the incoming attack with his sword, turned around and hit the attacker's waist with a sweep of his spear, and raised his leg against the other side The attack, the sword in the hand will splatter blood.

Extremely straightforward technique, not half-hearted, and there will be no unnecessary pain when cutting the throat, and there will be no breathing after a little pain.

"Do you want to keep alive?" Diarmuid pointed his gun at the throat of the last person, raised his head and asked loudly.

"Let's stay." Kyogokuhiko slowly stepped on the silent bodies, the mobile phone was still on the call interface, and scanned the messy battlefield. He smiled and raised his head to lick Diarmuid cheeks.

There was a shallow wound scratched by a fingernail, and blood was slowly oozing out.

"It's so sweet." He grabbed Diarmuid and exchanged a deep wet kiss, and by the way, he stomped on Wesen who was trying to escape.

Five minutes later, a few unremarkable little black cars drove over due to Jing Jiyan's call, and heavily armed bodyguards in black ran out and dragged the body into the car to clean up the blood and clean up the battlefield. Clean without leaving a trace.

After all, the Ssangyong Society is still a gang organization, and it is best at destroying corpses and eradicating traces.

The remaining living person was interrogated without any difficulty. After drinking a bowl of medicine, Kyogokuhiko answered every question and almost confessed to his ancestors for eight lifetimes.

They have followed Diarmuid since he left the UK, and the attack was carefully planned to capture Diarmuid. As for the life and death of Kyogokuhiko and the driver, they are completely out of their consideration.

It was the royal family who sent people - this was not so unexpected to Kyogokuhiko, the royal family was not very friendly to him more than 100 years ago, especially after he helped Earl Phantomhin feign death.

They caught Diarmuid for this so-called "key". Even the assailants couldn't explain what it was. They only knew that it was very important. It was so important that the royal family wanted it at all costs. The command.

"So what is that?" Diarmuid looked at Kyogokuhiko in confusion. All their assets belonged to Kyogokuhiko. If there was any key, it was Kyogokuhiko's.

"Who knows?" Jing Jiyan shrugged, "But it shouldn't be expensive." Otherwise, he couldn't have no impression at all, "I guess he has been staring at Zhang Yong all the time. suspicious."

In fact, he really guessed very well.The royal family has been staring at Zhang Yong for the key, from a hundred years ago until now, but every time Zhang Yong changes his identity, he does it very covertly, and uses the identity of a stranger who has no blood relationship and irrelevance After several trials, it was considered that they did not know the existence of the key. In addition, its power was growing, and the royal family could not openly fight against it.

Until the appearance of Diarmuid, the royal family still kept the video data of Kyogokuhiko and Diarmuid when they were in London a hundred years ago. The identical appearance undoubtedly caused great waves in the royal family, so Without any hesitation, they sent people thousands of miles to hunt down Diarmuid.

After nearly a hundred years, the clues about the key appeared again, so naturally we must not let it go.

Although Kyogokuhiko and Diarmuid's minds were blank, they couldn't remember anything about the key.

Moreover, there are thousands of warehouses in half a mountain just for storing treasures, who has the patience to search through them one by one.

So after a few minutes of simple thinking and found that he had no impression, Kyogokuhiko readily put his hands away to think about other issues, such as how he should deal with this life that he brought back on a whim, and how to talk to Dilu tonight Mu Duo had a "deep and thorough" exchange.

What, you said there will be follow-up reinforcements?

The soldiers came to cover up the water and the soil, and besides, the murderous weapon of the curse, with his spiritual power reserve, was around the world, and the royal family would never be more difficult to deal with than the group of gibbering gods in Gao Tianyuan.

With such a mentality of not caring at all, Kyogokuhiko lingered with Diarmuid from the elevator to the bedroom, ups and downs, and successfully destroyed Diarmuid's ambition of "getting up early tomorrow".

After all, when the wind stopped and the rain stopped, the sky had already turned slightly white.

When Natsume returned home after the summer vacation, he was greeted by a deserted living room, with clothes thrown everywhere, half of the lubricant rolled around his feet, and a room full of ambiguous musk and spirits that had not stopped. force fluctuations.

It’s really easy to imagine just how much the two guardians lived during the few days when I was not at home. Day and night, the Natsume boy who is obviously not yet an adult but has already been so precocious sighed, holding his hand. My bag stepped over the tumbling lubricant bottle, bypassed the crumpled clothes stained with unknown liquid, pushed open the door of my room to put the luggage away, and took the teacher cat stuffed in the suitcase to find a few from the refrigerator. The box of ice cream opened the door and went downstairs.

"Uncle Midang, please take me in." Holding the ice cream and blinking his clean tea-golden eyes, he entered Mido's house on the eighth floor, pretending not to hear the dissatisfied cold snort of someone watching TV on the sofa, "Hello, Uncle Saeki, eat ice cream .”

The young boy obediently handed a box of ice cream to Saeki Katsuya, which made him soften his expression—if the first bite was not a mouth full of wasabi.

As a result, chickens fly and dogs jump.

Takanori Midou calmly put a mouthful of ice cream in his mouth, hugged the fat cat Natsume brought, put on the earphones and started watching a movie.

Mmm, matcha flavored.

Upstairs, Dilumu yawned tiredly, and rolled up the quilt to avoid Kyogokuhiko's attack. Now he began to miss the young master who was almost out of breath after running for two steps. If that was the case, he should not As for letting him fall asleep facing the rising sun every night.

"What are you thinking?" Kyogokuhiko rubbed the tough and elastic muscles under his palms, sighed contentedly, buried his head in licking the red marks he made yesterday, and tried his best to let them be on the knight's honey-colored skin last longer.

On the neck, on the chest, on the side of the waist, on the inside of the thighs, patiently lifted the quilt little by little, licked and sucked little by little, the skin on the palm gradually became hot, and the gentle breathing began to become rapid and intense. The knight was half asleep and half awake. Soft resistance has no deterrent effect, but it makes people feel more itchy, wanting to do something more excessive.

The first is kissing, of course it is kissing. Is there anything more tender and interesting than kissing in the world? I remember that Diarmuid once asked Kyogokuhiko what to do if he couldn’t wake up. Kyogokuhiko said, then He will destroy the world.

Then I won't wake up either.Diarmui laughed.

you will wake up.Kyogokuhiko also laughed, the will of the world will try its best to wake you up in order to protect itself.

It sounds pretty awesome.Diarmuid said, it seems that I have indirectly saved the world.

That's right.Kyogokuhiko said, so don't you plan to give me a kiss to celebrate, or maybe one day I will go crazy and destroy the world.

One kiss saves the world?The knight who sat up slowly was unbelievably beautiful, and the corners of his slightly raised lips had an indescribably seductive meaning.

Very profitable.Kyogokuhiko propped himself up and kissed him, the early morning sun felt wet and warm, just like the kiss between them.

There's nothing a kiss can't fix.

If one isn't enough, get two.

Are those two not enough?

Kyogokuhiko smiled lowly, stroking the body of the knight who had already reacted involuntarily.

The honey-colored skin oozes bright red from the inside out, and there is still a bit of bewilderment in the half-dream eyes, and subconsciously cooperates with Kyogokuhiko's movements to find a more comfortable posture.

This kind of Diarmuid is very cute, where he is comfortable and where he is uncomfortable, and his honesty makes people feel soft, so even if he knows that he will have a bad face and lose his temper after he regains consciousness, Kyogokuhiko can't help it. like to tease him.

"Good boy." The kiss on the neck was very comfortable, the knight squinted his eyes and let out a soft moan, rubbing his waist against Kyogokuhiko, like a large dog begging for food.

Downstairs, Natsume felt the undulating spiritual power fluctuations in the air, and felt that it was really wise to take refuge with Uncle Midou immediately.

Compared with Kyogokuhiko, who disciplines and neglects to raise sheep and eat grass, Uncle Mido, who pays attention to his growing problems, is more like a father in his life.

And Katsuya Saeki is the "stepfather" who doesn't like his "son". It just so happens that Katsuya Saeki doesn't like this kid who runs around the house every other day, and he looks at each other with disgust.

In fact, strictly speaking, what Natsume hates is the breath of Katsuya Saeki, which has too strong a taste of desire, which makes him feel uncomfortable instinctively. Some little thing from the hell of its origin was contaminated, and then miraculously relied on its own will to eat back that thing, forming the current state.

In other words, this kind of breath cannot be eliminated, and Kyogokuhiko provides at most one witchcraft item to cover it up.

Therefore, Natsume could only hold back his breath and bear with it, trying his best to fight wits and bravery with the possessive big demon king, and protect his Uncle Midang from being bullied.

——Because of some pictures that children should not see when he accidentally peeped when he was practicing the water mirror technique when he was a child.

Kyogokuhiko had been tossing for a long time before he lazily climbed out of bed to cook. He said it was cooking, but in fact it was just throwing the finished product in the refrigerator into the microwave to heat it up, and frying two eggs on purpose.

After finishing the late lunch, sitting on the sofa watching (show) the meeting book (Enai), Kyogokuhiko heard someone ring the doorbell.

Such heavy steps and breathing were not like anyone he knew.

"It looks like we're going to run for our lives." Kyogokuhiko snapped his fingers to cast a protective spell on everything in the house, turned his head and smiled.

"My fault?" Diarmuid asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

"Well, your fault." Kyogokuhiko echoed, tugging at his bangs, "What a troublesome knight."

"Then please forgive me?" Diarmuid kissed Kyogokuhiko's hand softly, his golden eyes were tender and tender.

Not far away, the ringing of the doorbell has changed to knocking on the door, and the sound is extremely powerful.

"Who made me so unlucky." Kyogoku gave him a sideways look, "I'll punish you later."

"Okay, okay, I'll be ready for you at any time." Diarmuid blinked and smiled very sweetly.

Knocking on the door has turned into slamming on the door, with constant bang bang bang bang, but neither of them took it seriously, they still leaned on the sofa and dragged their tunes to talk about (da) theory (qing) right (ma) policy (qiao) ).

"I can smell the smell of dogs." Kyogokuhiko complained, "You have to be responsible for cleaning when you come back."

"Say it as if you were in charge before." Diarmuid thought for a while, then said, "Maybe we should leave a letter to Natsume?"

"He'll know," Kyogokuhiko said. "Natsume is smart."

"He's only in junior high school." Diarmuid said.

"Junior high school students with a friend's account, don't worry." Kyogokuhiko sneered, "A killer of that level yesterday would have to bring a truckload of him to bring him down."

While they were talking, the door was slammed open, and behind the door were a dozen killers of "yesterday's level" armed with live ammunition.

Kyogokuhiko whistled, "Are you ready to die with me, my knight?"

"At your service."

Diarmuid smiled lowly, holding the long sword in his hand.

One floor apart, Natsume sighed distressedly listening to Kyogokuhiko's news from a special channel and the muffled sound of various bodies hitting the building.

I hope my two guardians don't have too much fun and forget the start time of school.