Chapter 189 Emperor x Cultist 10

Qianzhou looked up at Honglian and felt that he seemed to have changed a little.

[System 052: In fact, people like Honglian will become particularly hypocritical once their strategy value increases.]

Qianzhou looked at Honglian's big hand with distinct joints, slowly grasped it, and then was pulled onto the horse by a huge force.

The cat ears between the snow-white hair moved.

The air around Honglian's body seemed warm, different from ordinary warmth.

Softer, more comfortable, like soaking in warm water...

Qianzhou moved forward a little, as if addicted, and grabbed the clothes on Honglian's back with his fingers.

But I feel it is not enough, I want more, more intense.

Qianzhou rubbed Honglian gently with his cat ears and unconsciously stretched his hand forward.

Honglian suddenly grabbed his wrist, the temperature of her palm was scorching, and Qianzhou suddenly woke up.

He quickly gained a considerable distance and nearly fell off his horse.

"I'd better walk back by myself. I, I don't want to ride your horse anymore..."

Qian Zhou was like fleeing in panic, and his ears were still a little hot after returning to the royal family.

Qian Zhou: What happened to me just now?

[System 052: After the New Year, you won't go over and act like a spoiled child with Honglian, right?]

[Qianzhou: How is that possible?!]

[System 052: Judging from your reaction just now, it's clearly very possible, okay?]

After returning to the royal room, Qianzhou found a glass of milk on the table.

It had been a long time since I last tasted this smell, and Qianzhou's ears stood up and his tail was raised high.

I haven't had it for a long time, and I thought it didn't exist in this cold world.

Qianzhou held the cup and took a sip. Only when he tasted the familiar flavor did he completely calm down.

At this moment there were two knocks on the door and the doctor came in with a box.

He pointed to the bed in the room and said, "I'll treat your wound."

Upon hearing this, Qianzhou lay down on the bed, unbuttoned his clothes on his back, and the doctor used clean white cotton to wipe the edges of his wound bit by bit.

Silently, Honglian was already standing at the door.

His eyes fell on Qianzhou's back.

The edges of the wound were purple-red, bleeding in the center, and slightly swollen.

It looked particularly hideous on Qianzhou's overly white and smooth back.

The doctor pressed the edge of the wound, and Qianzhou yelled, "Hey!"

The hair on his tail instantly stood up, like a cat that would hurt people with its sharp claws at any time.

Qianzhou's face turned pale. He held the milk in front of his nose, sniffed it, and then put it back carefully.

Then, as if comforted, he lay down obediently on the head of the bed.

Seeing that he was reluctant to drink the milk, as if he was being mistreated, Honglian raised the corner of her mouth and asked:

"Isn't there even any milk in the church?"

Qianzhou tilted his head to look at him, "No, what's wrong? Shouldn't there be milk in the church?"

"If there is, then there is a problem," said the doctor.

"Hmm?" Qian Zhou asked, "Why?"

"Because all the cows in the kingdom are raised in the royal pastures, the church really doesn't get a drop of milk." The doctor said casually.

“Milk is expensive.”

"Oh." Qianzhou moved.

Honglian looked at the white cat's tail swaying in front of her eyes, and her hands began to itch.

Qianzhou closed his eyes, feeling as if he had overlooked something.

[System 052: Honglian asked this on purpose just now. He was teasing you.]

Qian Zhou suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at Hong Lian, "Do we know each other well? Why are you teasing me? What are you doing here? Get out."

[Strategy Value +3]

[Current strategy value: 10]

A white light gathered in the doctor's hand and he gently pressed it on the wound, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qianzhou saw Honglian looking at him again, and the doctor treated his wound and left quickly.

As if afraid that blood would splash on him.

After all, it has been a long time since anyone dared to speak to Honglian like this.

"You, what are you doing here?"

Qianzhou climbed up from the bed, his clothes slipped off his shoulders, and his upper body felt cold.

Honglian was not aware of it at all, and he was observing Qianzhou's upper body with an unconcealed gaze.

He strode to the bedside and said, "You church people, how dare you talk to me like that? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Qianzhou paused, remembering the power of Honglian's attack.

"Then I apologize to you." The soft words came out of his mouth.

He who knows the times is a hero.

Honglian laughed softly, her voice hoarse and low, and reached out to hold Qianzhou's tail.

"Wait, I told you not to touch my tail..."

Qianzhou dodged backwards, while Honglian held his shoulders and forced himself closer. The closer he got, the more nervous Qianzhou became.

What's this for? You're going to force yourself with only ten points of strategy?!

"Why are you shaking? You were so brave just now, what's wrong with you now?" Honglian gently stroked the soft hair on the cat's tail with her fingertips.

After a pause, he touched the base of the tail.

Qianzhou was trapped in the corner by him and grabbed Honglian's fingers tremblingly.

Honglian's hands were so big that he could easily swing the giant sword, and the veins on his arms became very obvious.

But judging from his face, he is still the almighty Pope St. Toku IX.

"Honglian..." Qianzhou called his name softly, leaning on his arm, barely supporting his body.

[Strategy Value +2]

[Current Strategy Value: 12]

This was the first time Qian Zhou called his name to his face, and his voice was soft, like a boneless cat.

Welcoming the first spring, I felt ignorant and ashamed, leaning on someone else's arms, not knowing what I looked like at all.

Honglian looked out the window and said calmly, "Are you going to be like this every spring, limp in someone else's arms, calling out a strange name?"

Honglian grabbed Qianzhou's neck and pushed him against the wall.

Qianzhou was forced to raise his head, his cheeks flushed, and there was a hazy light in his eyes.

"There won't be anyone else..."

Honglian's eyes darkened, Qianzhou suddenly felt a burning sensation, and the hand holding his neck gradually tightened.

Qianzhou was out of breath and breathed with his mouth slightly open, "Hong, Honglian..."

A ball of black air mixed with inky ice crystals was trapped at the tip of Honglian's finger. It was taken out from Qianzhou's body.

Honglian's expression gradually turned cold, and he stared into Qianzhou's eyes:

"What's your relationship with the Snow Demon?"

"You have his power." Honglian would not allow any factors that might endanger the kingdom to appear.

He exerted more force with his hands, and Qianzhou gasped weakly, a tear falling on Honglian's hand.

This is the second time...

Qian Zhou's eyes at this moment hurt him deeply, and he asked with tears in his eyes, as if disappointed.

Are you going to hurt me again?

According to Honglian's previous practices, Qianzhou's neck should have been strangled by now.

"..." Honglian let go of her hand and watched Qianzhou fall down weakly.

An unknown emotion suddenly rose in his heart, and Honglian stood up, frowning tightly.

Two thoughts were arguing fiercely in his mind, one of which was to kill Qian Zhou.

The other is...

Pick him up.

Honglian decisively picked up Qianzhou from the ground, and the black gas taken out of his body was burned to ashes by the holy fire.

"You must tell me everything about the Snow Demon."

"Otherwise I will still choose to kill you——"

Honglian was threatening him. Qianzhou lowered his eyes, and his snow-white hair covered his eyes.

More tears fell.

Qianzhou choked up and said, "Honglian, I don't want to participate in the parade with you anymore. Please find someone else..."