Lovers Always on the Counterattack

The person standing in front of white satin has a very handsome and exquisite appearance, which is beautiful that white satin has never seen before-of course, the appearance is outstanding for the residents of Black Street This is not a good thing. People who look pretty good, such as white satin, always cover their looks in various ways to make themselves more ordinary.

In addition to his eye-catching appearance, another characteristic of the man was his bright blonde hair. When he stood there quietly, it seemed that even the dark and dull sky on Black Street had begun to clear up—it really deserves it. The Son of God's care.

The sage's eyes were extremely calm, and the white satin's eyes did not seem to have any extra emotions, but the white satin couldn't help getting cold and erect, but felt that his back was cold, and a cold sweat appeared in an instant.

——The reason is not him, but because the white satin recognized the sage in front of him, who was the enemy who had been "seen to death" and had given him a curse.

——Even though Bai Sang didn't see the other person's appearance at that time, but the stalling heartbeat and unexplained joy and peace of mind resolutely told him that he didn't recognize the wrong person.

So, this person was saved later? Then he made a special trip back to Black Street. What was it for?

Wouldn't it be ... come to him for revenge?

The mood of the white satin was extreme, but no matter what the Son wanted to do, there was no room for resistance-after all, the group of heavily armed Templars was not just a beautiful decoration.

White satin tightened his body, stiffly bathed in the eyes of the Son's inspection, and after looking at him for a long while, the Son finally turned his head and opened his mouth toward the respectful official on the side: "Just choose him Now. "

The official responded quickly and glanced at White Satin full of envy and envy, not to mention other black street crowds who were "robbed of their fortune" and unfortunately failed by the white satin-no one could know the heart of White Satin. How did he get into trouble, and he could not wait to find a place to drill in and immediately escape.

White Satin had also thought about how to leave the Black Street and live a better life, but he never intended to serve as a servant of the Holy See-and he was also a servant of the Son who had "hatred" with him.

This is really killing him!

At this moment, White Satin finally determined that the saint had come to find fault with him. Although the method was wonderful, maybe he was just bored, looking for some fun, and tossing himself around?

However, no matter how unwilling he was, White Satin could only pretend to be flattered and excited. He was so anxious that he stood up after the order of the Son, and tended to follow him.

"What's your name?" Shengzi's tone was calm, and his eyes turned to white satin were not as disdainful and contemptuous as those facing the residents of Black Street.

"White satin, villain ... the name is white satin." White satin trembled slightly.

"White satin ..." The Son read the name softly, and the soft voice of the ethereal voice was smooth. When he seriously spit out these two words, Bai Sang couldn't help but also felt blushing and heartbeat for the first time. For the first time, he felt his name was so charming and beautiful-I really saw a ghost, what was the curse? Can it subside? !! White satin is about to know such a springing heart!

"White satin." Shengzi chuckled, "The name sounds weird, but it's very nice and suitable for you."

White satin worked hard to restrain his restless emotion because of a word of praise, ignored his flushed cheeks, and thanked him sincerely.

The Son didn't seem to want to see his humble appearance, and frowned slightly: "My name is Samuel, you can call my name, not the Son--"

"His Royal Highness!" Before Samuel's words fell, he was interrupted by the Templars on the side. He obviously could not understand and could not agree with Samuel for lowering the value of a low-ranking man on a dark street.

Samuel glanced lightly at the Templar, revealing an intimidating deterrent, and immediately made the knight bow his head, afraid to continue "loyalty". But his gaze toward Baishang showed warnings and admonitions, silently asking him to understand his identity.

White satin received a warning from the Templars, and he gave a light heart—this is why he did not like the Holy See and the Templar. These noble and holy fellows looked down on even the nobles, let alone him. Inferiors from Black Street. Even if they sheltered the people of the entire continent from the invasion of the monsters, such a high look is really unattractive.

However, no matter how repulsive or annoying he was, Bai Sang did not dare to show it. Of course, he didn't want to accept the "tall and tall" treatment of calling the name of the Son, which made Bai Sang feel as if he had his head Reached into the gallows neck.

A sergeant, gentle and kind Samuel is more fearful of satin than a templar knight who expresses contempt and disdain. After all, white satin is seen by people who are pretentious and kind-hearted. too much.

Seeing the white satin's vigilance, Samuel sighed in his heart, and realized that he was impatient. However, just now, sweet and sweet, hand in hand to die, in a blink of an eye, the lover turned away from them thousands of miles away, and looked at his eyes like what would eat his monster in one bite, which really made Samuel very unpleasant.

——Of course, in a sense, he really wanted to "eat one bite" of him.

Silently resisting his restless mood, Samuel no longer entangles his name and title: "I can't stay in Black Street for too long, and I will leave for the Holy See tomorrow morning. Do you have anything to pack?"

"... Yes." White Satin hesitated, and nodded gently—in fact, there was nothing important in his house. After all, the residence in Black Street was not safe at all, all important and valuable. Everything will be carried around.

However, White Satin was not willing to confess his fate, and was taken to the Holy See without resistance, and "packing things" was probably his last and only chance to escape.

Hearing the answer of white satin, Samuel nodded slightly: "Well then, I will go with you."

As soon as the words fell, the Templar next to him could not help frowning, stepping forward and worrying and admonishing: "Your Highness, it is not appropriate for you to go too deep into the dark streets, but let your subordinates take him with him."

Templars ’worries are also very normal. After all, Black Street has a long history of dirty and messy. Even if officials spend a lot of money to clean up, it is only just to clear a few main roads, but the depths of Black Street are still hidden in dirt. Not suitable for outsiders to get involved.

Regarding the Templar's exhortations, White Satin naturally agreed with it. He nodded again and again, even sincerely expressing that he could do it alone, without having to accompany the "Knight Masters".

As long as Samuel does not go together, most of the Templars will naturally stay with him, and the chances of white satin successfully escaping are much higher-these knights obviously do not want to let him be "despicable and dirty" The "lower class" became a personal servant of the Son, and it is estimated that he would not try his best to hunt him down. He may have escaped in the middle of the opponent's arms.

Bai Sang's tone was sincere and serious, as if she was really afraid of getting in trouble. And Samuel glanced at him lightly, his clear blue eyes were peaceful and safe, but he seemed to perceive everything and easily see through the original meaning of white satin.

The white satin was bathed in Samuel's clear gaze, and a guilty guilty conscience was born in the bottom of his heart.

Samuel said lightly: "You don't have to be uneasy about this. You will be my personal attendant and the person closest to me. I deserve to know more about you and see where you have lived."

Samuel's words were soft and concerned, causing white satin and a bit of heartbeat stall-he couldn't figure out whether it was because the magic spell the opponent had given him was still there, or because he was scared.

Samuel's words were like the whispers of a demon, irritating and involuntarily confused, but instinctively felt the cold "maliciousness" after that temptation.

The more holy the child is toward him, the more the white satin will feel cold and upright, which in his eyes is like a "weasel gives the chicken a new year". The more he gets now, the more he will pay in the future.

However, although Samuel seems to be gentle with each other, once he insists on his opinions, no one can go against his will.

In the end, White Satin had to take Samuel and more than a dozen Templars to his dilapidated residence, pretending to pack some items that he didn't care about and could not use at all, and sorted out some decent luggage. .

The Templars were well trained to surround the white satin residences, always alert to suspicious people or things, while Samuel stared silently at the busy white satin, with a little restrained pity and distress in his eyes. .

White satin found the other's eyes inadvertently, subconsciously shivered and shook off the goosebumps.

In the end, under the close monitoring of Samuel and the Templars, White Satin still could not find a chance to escape, and had to be so depressed that he packed his clothes and followed Samuel back to the official residence where they were temporarily staying.

This is the first time White Satin has stepped into such a splendid house, but there is no embarrassment in his heart, which makes White Satin feel a little surprised, but he doesn't think much. However, although white satin does not have inferiority and inferiority, others feel that his shabby appearance is really incompatible with the surrounding environment-after all, even though white satin has been trying to take care of himself as cleanly as possible, but it is hindered by black street Limited by the conditions, in the eyes of the aristocracy still very unsatisfactory.

Hearing an official's suggestion to have the maid bring white satin to clean it and change a dress, Samuel thought for a moment and nodded slightly, but rejected the maid's participation: "I just need to take a bath Fan, let him follow me. "

The people around saw the incredible face of the ghost, and it was obviously impossible to imagine the scene when the holy Son and the filthy inferior were bathing together-of course, they absolutely did not want to be crooked.

"He—the waiter Bai has never been trained, and it is difficult to accomplish this task ..." The official's expression was slightly distorted, trying to get Samuel to dispel this absurd idea.

However, Samuel was still stubborn: "Because he can't do anything, he needs to learn as soon as possible." With a look of calmness, he could not see from the appearance the speculative little abacus. "Since it is my personal attendant, naturally I also need to teach it myself to be more in line with my heart."

Having said that, no longer giving anyone a chance to persuade, Samuel went straight to his room with white satin.

The officials and the Templars looked at each other, but they really took this sage who had been tough and assertive since returning to the Holy See. They had no choice but to obey his will and began to get busy with their duties.

Soon, the spotless bathroom was cleaned again. The huge bath was filled with clear water of suitable temperature and the white mist was lingering, making Samuel who was in it more mysterious, noble and holy.

He stood by the pool, kneeling on one knee, and stretched his long, white fingers to move the water, as if trying to test the water temperature. The golden long hair was on the ground, the white robe was like blooming white petals, the slightly drenched water vapor eyelashes were like butterfly wings, and the light pink lips were raised slightly, which seemed to be picked.

——Unfortunately, the only person who has witnessed this beautiful sight has no appreciation at all.

Put the silky, delicately patterned robes on the shelf on one side, the white satin pursed his lips, held his chest with both hands, and unconsciously made a vigilant and precautionary gesture. "You want to doing what."

Samuel sighed and sighed softly, looking at his sweetheart full of thorns.