All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

Expected. After eight o'clock, the crowd flooded into the college. I was devoting myself to pulling Adam out of the house and I didn't realize the loss of time. At the moment when he fiercely pulled Adam by the sleeve and dragged him out of the door. It was almost unexpected. I plunged headlong into the sudden rush of people.

However, he pulled me back.

The weightless body fell in the direction of the force. It was just a blink of an eye, and I leaned on him.

The white robe is as soft as imagined, and the dark lines embroidered on the neckline can be seen at close range. The black eyes widened slightly because of the shock. However, faster than me, Adam loosened the ring around my waist.

"Be careful." Adam's voice came from above, with a casual laziness, "What if you hurt someone."

"...Oh. I'm sorry."

I muttered subconsciously. Xiao stepped back and straightened up. He raised his head and looked at him in front of him.

The pale platinum short hair is slightly curly, and the layers are thick as clouds. A few strands of soft temple hair pressed against his hard-lined cheeks, slightly covering the back ears.

It's this kind of beautiful haircut that can't be set in less than two hours. However, people in this world don't need to pay attention to hair styles at all. Whether it is Arnold and Ashley's straight short hair or Arthur's lion head, they all have a strong sense of self-management, and they are kept in the best condition at all times. If you insist, Aisner's neat hairstyle is the most "scientific".

And it matches this "unscientific" hairstyle. It is their handsome face.

Take Adam as an example. Beautiful and colorless hair, beautiful and colorless eyes. The grayed gems are still priceless gems. Even without any brilliance, Adam's eyes are as beautiful as the emeralds on the crown.

Just such a pair of eyes, even with the most ordinary looks, can't help but make people feel handsome and extraordinary. However, the goddess had a special preference for him. It's almost a handsome face pinched out like a **** in a museum—

"Gadliche."

The colored plaster raised an eyebrow at me, "What are you looking at."

"I'm looking at you." I replied in a flat tone, continuing to study his facial features seriously, "Really handsome, Adam. The face is perfect."

"That is. I have always been confident about my appearance."

It's a pity how holy the outside is, how filthy the heart is.

I sneered. He refused to comment on Adam's narcissistic remarks and walked straight along the crowd.

The handsome priest did not keep up. Inorganic blue eyes just stared at my back. After a while, he turned and walked into the house.

Then I was dragged out again by the striding meteor.

…

In the silver-clad world, the dark-faced me and the dark-faced Adam walked side by side.

the reason is simple. Our two essential dead houses once again felt uncomfortable about "going out".

In my ears is the laughter of pedestrians passing by. They are either dressed in Chinese clothes or ordinary plain clothes. In the silvery winter, they wore large and warm robes. The white mist was exhaled from the closed lips accompanied by their open laughter.

Maybe it's because I want my children to be nurtured by prestigious schools. Today, compared to couples, the combination of parents and children accounts for almost the majority. A five or six year old child was riding on his father's neck, giggling. My ignorant eyes widened suddenly when I passed by. Don't turn your head, staring at me curiously.

My mood is not good, and my face is naturally gloomy. With good hearing, I could clearly hear the kid behind me asking, "Why does that aunt wear shorts and sleeves in winter?"

…Aunt?

The trembling hand slowly lifted, and finally limply covered his face. I heard the footsteps stop behind me, and the father holding the child seemed to turn his head and looked at me, and then laughed and explained, "Oh. That's the magic clothes! As long as you wear it, you won’t feel cold anymore. ."

"Is that amazing! Mom, I want it!"

"Hey. I'll buy it for you when you get older."

The young woman smiled and said, "Moreover. Remember to call her sister."

Although weak. But my broken girl's heart was comforted.

The conversation of the house behind him has been mixed with the voices of the crowd and blurred. The blond priest stood beside me. He retracted his gaze looking into the distance, and turned to look at me blankly.

"I was called auntie when I was only fourteen. I'm so old. Gadriche."

"...What do you know. This is because he was educated since he was a child, ‘if you really don’t understand, the aunt who sees a woman is called an uncle when he sees a man." He was absolutely thinking that this sister is really beautiful!"

"I just like your optimistic character."

"Go away!"

I roared in a low voice, lifted my foot and kicked towards Adam. He was easily avoided.

The blond priest smiled and looked at me sideways, as if laughing at me and doing useless work. The bright sunlight cast a golden curtain on him. Is it because of the light? Those eyes that looked at me, the eternally inorganic pupils actually had pale golden ripples.

Just one hit. I pretended to be evil and snorted wildly. Then he ignored him and continued to move forward.

long, long ago. When my body was a child, Adam was like this.

He deliberately said something that annoyed me, and slipped away when I couldn't help but roll up my sleeves to hit him. now think of it. Looking back at me, who was furious and helpless, he also smiled like this.

It's obviously not a child anymore. But they still get along like children.

The blond priest has an unforgettable handsome appearance. Just standing, the "holy" breath all over his body can't help but be eye-catching. As long as Adam doesn't open his mouth, he must be the man who fits the definition of "god" most in the entire continent.

However. Such him has never been noticed along the way.

I can clearly feel that studying the magical device. Compared with the neglect of "cognitive misleading", this is more like the "reasonable" of implanted cognition.

It is taken for granted that Adam is here, and all of Adam's actions are taken for granted.

If Adam can be a priest with this virtue. The worst scum in the world can also be the messenger of God. The reason why everyone can easily accept his behavior is entirely because there is a "goddess" setting to make corrections.

In the eyes of others, what kind of person is Adam?

It's polite. A priest who always smiles gently? The voice is as holy as a spring, and the conversation is elegant and decent. It's not like the lazy and decadent middle-aged unemployed uncle.

Walk in the flow of people. Looking at the strangers coming and going, I was a little fascinated. When the ice-colored figure suddenly broke into the line of sight, I was stunned.

Water-blue silky short hair, icy eyes. Arnold, dressed in a blue and white knight uniform, stood beside Sophie with a plain expression.

Although it is clear that he is accompany Sophie to receive guests. But when a group of old-fashioned people in dark and gorgeous robes gathered around him, I still subconsciously thought he was the noble prince Valder.

Handsome. cold. Talented. Surrounded by the hearts and minds of Baide's elders. What settles in the ice color is knowledge and power. And I was just a traveler who ran into him by chance on the road and took a long look.

"Hi. Gardrie cut it."

The familiar voice drew my attention. I turned my head. Seeing Adam standing under the sign, looking up, "Where to go next."

"...Let me see."

I ran to his side. I read the words engraved on the dark wooden boards one by one, "Or... go to the central square."

"What are you going to do in the square."

"There is the most snow there, and students push snowmen there every day. Occasionally there are works of great artistic value."

"Ha. Children know what works of art."

"Well."

I did not immediately refute Adam. He just lowered his head, and compared a big circle with both hands to him, "Art is common. For example, the statue of the **** of beauty. Her chest is so-"

The unfinished words stopped. Because Adam patted me **** the shoulder.

I raised my head and looked at him blankly. I saw the handsome and extraordinary Father Adam, with his own holy light, with solemn expression and serious eyes. There was a sense of reading God's testimony in the voice.

"Gadrich. Please lead the way."

I didn't speak. Just sneered twice.

Ah. man.

…

The old undead who hold all the rights of Baide have started a whole new topic on their own. Sophie, who didn't want to participate and didn't need to participate, took elegant steps and walked to the side of the teenager who didn't know when she started, staring into the distance.

Even if she didn't look in the direction of her eyes, Sophie knew who the boy was looking at. It should be said that in this world, she is the only one who will be watching him so intently.

"Saw Gardri's cut?"

"Ok."

The boy's answer was slightly indifferent.

Looking in the same direction. Sophie looked at the dark-haired girl standing under the street sign in the distance with a sigh, "Oh, don't you get tired of sticking together every day?"

"Why." The ice-colored eyes looked at himself, "You don't get tired of staying with Teacher Edwin every day. Isn't it."

"No, no, no."

Fingers painted with bright cardamom swayed in front of the boy. The glamorous blond woman slightly lowered her eyelids, as if she was tempting an unknowingly love boy, and whispered with a chuckle.

"It's not appropriate to use the analogy between Edwin and me. Brother Arnold."

"Because I am not loyal to him between master and servant."

"I love him." The slender fingers moved gently to his chest, "Because of the love between men and women. I want to protect him, and I want to be with him every second."

The bushy eyelashes move slightly. Sophie looked at the young boy who was always calm in front of her. Asked in a low voice.

"And your feelings for Gardrich. Are they the same as mine?"

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Lao Wang is in charge of romance in this article, Ace is in charge of welfare

Arnold and Adam are in charge of humor. (Hey) Ashley is in charge of plot (cough)