The Hypocritical Holy Knight 112 Part 1

He Yan fell into deep thought.

After the kiss, not only did the blood elf not happily wag his tail as he had imagined, those blood-red eyes actually became even more gloomy, making him sense something was off.

—There definitely wasn't any positive emotion contained within.

Sure enough, after a long silence, the blood elf reached out and touched the spot where the Holy Son's soft lips had just kissed him a couple times. Suddenly, he grinned and asked in return: "Holy Son, do you really trust an attacker with unknown motives like me so much?"

Although the corners of the blood elf's mouth were curled up, his scarlet eyes were icy cold. This was clearly just a superficial, fake smile.

"..." He Yan's gaze shifted left and right, but in the end he still didn't respond.

The blood elf's reaction was really too abnormal. He couldn't figure out the blood elf's mentality now, and was a bit worried that any random words from him would drive the other party even more crazy.

Seeing that he didn't reply, the blood elf asked again, looking very calm on the surface: "Do you like me?"

He Yan: "..."

He felt that no matter how he answered, "like" or "dislike", it would be wrong with the blood elf in this state...

He hadn't taken any psychology electives back then, so how was he supposed to know how to deal with this kind of mentally twisted problem child!

Therefore, He Yan firmly believed in the principle that the more one says, the more mistakes one makes. He chose to temporarily refuse to communicate with this lunatic.

But in the blood elf's eyes, his reaction was really infuriating.

This little mouse looked left and right, his black and slender eyelashes trembling, the corners of his mouth tightly pursed in nervousness, just refusing to answer his question, obviously feeling guilty.

What was he feeling guilty about?

Could it be—because his innermost thoughts had been ruthlessly exposed by him?

What a fickle and promiscuous little mouse, making one hate him so much they wanted to bite him to pieces and swallow him directly into their stomach, never to anger anyone again.

How had he never discovered the true nature of this Holy Son of Light before?

Thinking this way, the blood elf easily grasped the Holy Son's somewhat thin chin with one hand, forcing him to raise his head and look at him.

Then he reached out his other hand, using fingertips that appeared incomparably pale under the moonlight to toy with the Holy Son's slightly curled eyelashes. After playing enough, he even pressed and rubbed on his eyeballs through the thin eyelids, causing his eyelids to blink in disorder, his jet-black eyes becoming moist, even the corners of his eyes pitifully oozing moisture.

The human eyeball is one of the most fragile parts of the body. Even though He Yan knew clearly in his heart that the blood elf wouldn't really harm him, out of biological instinct, he still couldn't help constantly shrinking his body back, wanting to escape this passive situation.

Seeing him like this, the blood elf seemed to snicker lowly. The hand grasping his chin loosened slightly, then when he was about to retreat from his grip, suddenly exerted force again, dragging the Holy Son who was about to escape his palm back, bowing his head to roughly bite at his lips.

He had allowed this little mouse to scurry about outside for so long. Now that the "Blessing of Eros" had been temporarily sealed by him, it was time to start collecting the interest he was owed.

No matter what little schemes this fickle Holy Son had, it was already impossible for him to escape his grasp.

The blood elf obviously lacked experience, completely ignorant when it came to the skill of kissing someone, only knowing to follow the bestial instincts in his body, constantly tearing at his prey's lips with a force so great it seemed like he wanted to devour him.

Before long, the Holy Son's lips had been bitten until they were red and swollen. The originally light-colored and tender pair of lips had turned scarlet, as if they would drip blood if bitten lightly a few more times.

The Holy Son's stamina was indeed as poor as he knew. After just having his mouth blocked for a few short minutes, upon release he could only open his mouth and gasp for air. His fair cheeks flushed with a light pink, and the skin his fingertips touched was also burning hot.

The Holy Son's soft and crimson little tongue flashed between his teeth as he panted, constantly enticing the hunter's appetite. The blood elf stared at it for a few seconds, then decisively bowed his head again, capturing that little tongue with clear intent to tease it thoroughly.

This time, it was as if he had become an expert without a teacher. Not only were his movements much more skilled, his free hand also rested on the Holy Son's shoulder, forcing him to press his body close to his own.

Afterwards, the blood elf grinned again. Looking at the Holy Son's completely flushed face, he inquired about his post-event thoughts like a gentleman, extremely politely: "Did you like me doing this to you?"

This time the smile was no longer fake. He Yan could clearly see the excitement in his eyes.

He Yan: "..."

He refused to answer this question.

He strongly suspected that his partner needed treatment.

This time, the blood elf didn't mind his silence. He just reached his hand down and pinched that half-soft, half-hard part with extreme malice.

He Yan's body stiffened...

Then he suddenly thought, there was still a seed in his body that couldn't smell the scent of lust. Why was it so quiet now?

Was the effect of the elven holy water that good?

But now obviously wasn't a good time to ask about these things. Besides, due to Cecil's body that was unusually sensitive from years of self-cultivation and abstinence, he soon had no energy to ponder over these matters.

In a daze, he heard the blood elf ask him in a hoarse voice: "Holy Son, why don't you call for help from the Commander of the Holy Knights?"

In that instant, He Yan suddenly felt that he seemed to have grasped a bit of the blood elf's way of thinking.

However, he still cautiously chose to remain silent.

Seeing that he seemed determined not to speak again tonight, the blood elf snickered with unknown meaning and continued his actions.

......

Outside the door, the pitch-black night was tranquil except for some faint footsteps caused by the changing of the guard among the Holy Knights. No other movements could be heard.

These Holy Knights, loyal to their duty, took turns guarding the safety of the Holy Son in front of the room, yet were completely unable to detect the abnormality inside the room at this time.

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The next morning, after tidying up, they finally set out on the road back. Before they left, all the people of Ximi Town gathered outside the church on their own to see them off.

They only learned about the existence of this danger from the old archbishop two days after that high-level demon beast in the Ang Mountains was killed. While feeling lingering fear, they were even more filled with gratitude towards the Holy Son and his party who killed it.

He Yan declined the gifts prepared by the people, and rushed towards the nearest city with a teleportation array together with the Holy Knights.

Unlike the original owner, who would have seized every free moment to pray to the revered Goddess of Light in his heart, he did not harbor complete loyalty to her.

Since he had nothing else to do anyway, he simply sat in the comfortable carriage, analyzing the psychology of the blood elf point by point.

Last night's situation was too chaotic. Being in the midst of it, influenced by some terrible uncontrollable factors, he naturally didn't have the energy to think about these trivial matters.

Now that he thought back, he discovered many details that he hadn't noticed at the time.

First of all, from the blood elf's almost self-deprecating attitude from the beginning, he probably thought that he disliked him very much?

He Yan silently recalled his reaction when the blood elf first ambushed at night, and found that it was indeed possible to cause some misunderstanding on the other party's part.

But when they met again, he kissed him according to the other party's wishes. This gesture of goodwill should have made the other party happy, so why did the blood elf instead react as if his tail had been stepped on, immediately getting angry?

After careful consideration, combined with the other party's "unintentional" inquiry last night as to why he didn't seek help from the Holy Knights' leader, he suddenly had an epiphany and felt that he might have touched upon the blood elf's sore spot.

In his mind, Ambrose and the blood elf who concealed his appearance were the same person, just wearing different masks, so he naturally flirted with both sides without any psychological burden.

However, from the blood elf's perspective, he was unaware of all this. After showing goodwill to the fake identity of "Ambrose" and then being compliant to him, he probably felt that he was a very... casual person when it came to relationships.

Oh no, did he just ruin the character setting of the Holy Son of Light?

He Yan: "..."

But he had to admire how his partner could get so genuinely jealous of himself, almost to the point of fighting with himself.

He opened the small window on the carriage, searching for the figure of the Holy Knights' Commander.

The Holy Knights and Cardinals were all riding demon beasts. The privilege of riding in a carriage was reserved only for the Holy Son of Light.

Ambrose was not far away. He Yan only took a rough glance and saw that upright and broad back riding on a demon beast a little ahead of the carriage.

The Commander of the Holy Knights sensed his gaze keenly, pulled the reins to slow down the speed of the demon beast under him, and when he was level with the carriage window, he turned his head and gave him a charming smile.

The golden hair was a bit loose from the wind along the way, with a few strands hanging down messily from the forehead, making him look a bit wilder than usual.

Especially when those deep blue eyes, like precious sapphires, were focused on someone, they could practically suck one's soul into them.

There was no trace at all that this was the evil creature who made him unable to resist begging for mercy last night.

Although they didn't go all the way last night, at the critical moment, he was also caught off guard when this person used his hand to tease him a few times.

After the Commander of the Holy Knights displayed his charm, he asked with concern, "Your Highness Cecil, do you have any orders?"

"..." He Yan paused slightly. In order to verify his guess, he also returned a sweet smile to the Commander of the Holy Knights.