It's kind of interesting.

Being quickly slapped in the face, Westt took his boyfriend's hand and turned around murderously, trying to teach Mr. Agent a profound lesson. As a result, before he could speak, he was grabbed by the shoulder by 007, who came in a hurry, and his bones were broken.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cat." His eyes were so gentle that he could almost drip water, and Bond raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his voice as hoarse and sexy as ever, "You're still as cute as I was when I first met you, can I give you a chance to go for a drink next time?" ”

"You can think about it."

Stretching out his hand as well, West grabbed Mr. Agent's waist under Merlin's direct gaze, moved it down slightly, and unsurprisingly touched a hand of fresh blood.

"So, you're looking for me to save your life?" With a flick of his arm, he circled Bond behind him. The boy's brow furrowed even tighter, although he said that he didn't care about 007's gossip and didn't want to involve Merlin, but this situation was no longer for him to think about.

Looking up in the direction Bond was running, at the center of the explosion, a muscular man with a discernible face stood in the shadows of the building, arms glistening with a metallic sheen. Seeing that West's eyes didn't dodge, but instead shook his arm, transforming into a sharp and huge knight's sword, rushing straight towards them.

was able to beat 007 to the point of being so badly injured that he had to ask him for help, and the culprit naturally had to have some origins.

"How did you get into trouble with Elizhe?"

Locking the Black Knight in place amid the screams of the tourists present, West looked at the sharp blade close in front of him, twisted his eyebrows, and motioned for Merlin to take Bond away from here.

"It's a long story." Handed over to the mage by the hermit, Mr. 007 had no choice but to be honestly picked up by Merlin and retreat towards the alley between the tall buildings behind him, "Don't delay too long, Cat, this situation is not good for you." ”

"I know." Looking around, the crowd muttered 'It's a mutant' and showed a look of fear and vigilance, some of whom had even secretly pulled out their phones to call the police, and West was also interested in a quick solution.

"Can you talk?"

With a snap of their fingers, the air around them hovered around them, obscuring their figures. West looked at the transants in front of him, who couldn't move but still stared at him, and threatened:

"Do you want to be honest with yourself, or do you want me to do it?"

Of course, the actual nature of the two is exactly the same. In order to ensure the reliability and comprehensiveness of the information, as long as it is the old slippery subordinate of Yi Laizhe, it is inevitable that he will be baptized by the spiritual storm of the hermit.

Apparently well aware of this, the Black Knight ignored him.

"You're going to do it?" Shrugging, not expecting this Dr. Yi's right-hand man to compromise, West held out a finger against his temple. To be honest, he was really curious to let Elizhe send one of his most used reformers to hunt down an agent with no superpowers, and he was really curious about what Bond did to make that guy so excited.

But.

Thinking like tentacles penetrated deep into the black knight's sea of consciousness, catching every trace, but unexpectedly only got a blank space, and West frowned suddenly.

How so?

He had always been very confident in his psychic abilities, otherwise he would not have dared to come to England alone. As far as he knew, the Black Knight didn't have any ability to counter brain control, could it be that in just two months, Yi Laizhe could still find another psychic in his escape and transplant his genes to the Black Knight?

But soon, the hermit realized that he actually wanted to fork it.

When the light green eyes he had once been familiar with appeared in the Black Knight's mind, West realized that he might have been tricked again. Adelaide's ability is clearer than anyone else, and he is also a psychic person, so he naturally knows what kind of means the other party will use to obtain information, and it is not surprising that he can take precautions in advance. What's more, if Adelaide had been tracking the Black Knight's brainwaves, the moment he discovered West's existence, Elizhe must have gotten the news. Not only is he in his current position, but even everything that is happening around him, as long as it is seen by the eyes of the black knight, his old enemy can be well understood.

This is terrible.

I felt another stronger force plugging in. Entering and began to violently attack his consciousness, West immediately withdrew his mental power and cut off the spiritual connection with the black knight, but he still received a slight impact, and his face suddenly became extremely pale.

"All you're doing now is a dying struggle, hermit."

Seeing that the young man suddenly took a step back, the corners of his mouth slowly overflowed with a trace of extremely thin bright red. The black knight, who had been silent, finally spoke, as if it had been set up in advance, and his voice was flat and unwavering:

"Unlike the previous petty fights, when you receive this news, our war has already begun. You, and everyone around you, will be the target of the Tower Project, and no matter where you hide, you will not be able to avoid destruction. ”

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"This time, it's not going to die."

Before he could finish speaking, the skin on his face suddenly began to swell with an abnormal fluctuation of the air current. Amid the frightened screams of passers-by, Bond and Merlin, who had just retreated into the alley, looked up at the same time, only to see West's figure flash in the smoke and dust, and then they were swept into an earth-shattering explosion.

Divide. Self-destructed.

Yes, it's very easy to get a good idea.

"West!!"

The expression suddenly became extremely ugly, and 007 struggled to get up, but his movement was too big and he pulled the wound, holding on to the wall and staggering. Merlin, on the other hand, rushed into the street as soon as the first light of fire was raised, plunging headlong into the aftermath of the explosion. As if entering a no-man's land, unlike the crowd around him who were twisted by the impact, the oncoming air wave seemed to be split from the middle, and it didn't have any impact on him.

“…… Damn it. ”

Although a barrier was erected when something was wrong, it was too close to the center of the explosion to be completely avoided. Sent back at least five meters away, West's forehead was bleeding and he collapsed into the shards of broken glass on the floor in front of the store, his eyes blackened.

"Serena Williams!"

Soon he found the hermit who seemed to be badly injured, and Merlin hurriedly ran across the mess, helped the young man who was still unconscious, and leaned on his shoulder.

"How do you feel? Where else did it hurt? What the hell was going on just now?!! ”

I simply regretted dying and leaving West there alone. The archmage raised his hand and lowered it, afraid that it would make him uncomfortable by the wound on West's body that he couldn't see, but he couldn't control himself from trying to trap him tightly in his arms. If you don't get it, you won't feel the pain of loss, but once you really have it, just thinking about the possibility of going back to the days when there was no West, Merlin feels every inch of her body groan in pain

"Can't you just not worry me?!!"

It was as if there was blood in my chest, and I couldn't spit it out or swallow it. In the end, Merlin could only hold West's cheek and kiss him fiercely with his head down.

The tip of his tongue pried open his teeth, and with overwhelming fear and pain, he licked every inch he could reach. Touching the blood, which was even stronger than before, the mage's eyes suddenly became extremely dark, and his anger was completely ignited.

This wasn't the first real kiss between them.

For the first time, however, West felt almost breathless dizziness and suffocation.

Merlin's movements seemed gentle, but only he knew how much stubbornness was contained in them. Just like the mage, he seems to be docile and considerate, but he also hides a madness and possessiveness that others can't know. It's as if the vast and boundless sea has already incorporated everything you into his world without moving, and can never escape.

Lips and teeth are attached to each other, and they fit together tightly. Dizzy after the explosion, but still being plundered by people plundering every bit of air from the inside out, West could only cling to the mage's shoulders without fighting back, in obedience, but also a silent and considerate comfort.

So, when Bond walked over in a cold sweat covering his wounds, he saw such a scene.

In the streets of London after the explosion, among the crowds of people crying and running, Merlin and West quietly kissed each other amid the ruins. The scorching afternoon sun poured down from the tall buildings and sprinkled into the messy world, like all the rest of life after the apocalypse, even the shadows overlapped, and nothing could separate them.

007 instantly felt that his existence was a bit redundant.

"Q, are you still there?" Pressing the tiny headset hanging from his pinna, Bond called out to his quartermaster aggrievedly, "You still think it's a good idea to let me come to Cat?" ”

He is a dignified 00 agent, he was seriously injured by a black pimple on the streets of London, and now there is cold dog food slapping in the face indiscriminately, this mission is simply the malice that the whole world shoehorned into him.

"If Xavier hadn't happened to be in London, and you happened to be not far from him, 007, you thought you would still be alive to talk to me?" Only then did he close his baby computer with a sense of relief. Q took a sip of his mug, ignoring Mr. Bond's complaints: "Stay honest, rescue will be there in ten minutes." ”

"Ten Minutes ......"

Startled by the number reported by the quartermaster, 007 sighed helplessly: "Okay, it's good for you to be happy." ”

If the MI6 reinforcements could have been half as fast as their rescue, he wouldn't be standing here now, bleeding out like a faucet, and being fed dog food handfuls by handfuls.

Therefore, Mr. 007 is good at pretending to be dead and resurrected, which makes the entire intelligence department complain, and there are quite historical reasons.

"You're not afraid of dying if you're not careful."

Ten minutes later, standing in front of the MI6 helicopter with a blank face and watching 007 being carried on a stretcher, West reprimanded him mercilessly: "Who is Yi Laizhe, you dare to provoke him, isn't it good to live honestly?" ”

"I really didn't take the initiative to get in."

The tone was extremely aggrieved, and Bond, who was tied to the stretcher, looked at the young man's red lips, and the dark-haired boy behind him who was smiling at him implicitly, and felt a little chill in his back.

Thanks to him, his boyfriend was almost blown up into fireworks on the street, and it is purely normal for him to have a weak heart.

"You know, I was just tracking down the whereabouts of the money before Constance Manor, and then when I got there, there was this horrible guy waiting for me."

As a result, he didn't find anything, and was chased by the Black Knight for three days, from Edinburgh to London, until Q discovered West's whereabouts...... Bond thought about it, some things were really a little strange to think about now, and he still couldn't say it in front of others, so he waved at West and pointed to his temple, the meaning was obvious.

West understood and flicked his earrings.

After a while, he frowned slightly, and his already pale face became even more difficult to look at.

I think they might have been targeting you, Cat. ’

Summing up all the suspicions, with Bond's rich experience as an agent, he reminded West that it coincided with the hermit's own judgment:

'The Black Knight had many chances to kill me directly, but he let me go all the way to London...... If it hadn't happened to run into you on the street, Q would have called you directly for help. ’

So, release the points. Coming to chase and kill 007, and implanting such an indestructible psychic barrier, the Black Knight is just a decoy.

He was merely on a mission to convey the proclamation of the beginning of the war on behalf of Elijah, as well as ......

Let the madman know about Merlin's existence.

Thinking of this, West gasped, as if someone had grabbed his life.

He is not afraid of Elijah, no matter what he may face. However, he must not allow Merlin to be exposed to the precarious situation in which he finds himself.

It's all his fault.

All the joy of communion has turned to fear, and all possible futures seem to be clouded with unknown blood. The boy trembled slightly, and his blood faded, as if he had returned to the time when he was imprisoned at the bottom of the Alps twenty years ago, reliving the bitter despair of everything that had been taken from him.

"What's wrong?"

Not feeling West's abnormality, of course, Merlin put down the potion in his hand to clean his wounds, and looked up with Gaius's Ragdoll with some apprehension.

At that time, they had already sent away the seriously injured 007 and returned to Oxford together. After the exchange of consciousness with Bond, West was very silent all the way, and even Merlin didn't say anything about pulling him back to his house to bandage him, half-forced, half-coaxed, just sat in a daze, as if he had been hit very hard.

And the mage's voice happened to call the boy back from the fear of possible loss. Standing up from the couch with a 'brush', West looked condescendingly at Merlin's worried light gray eyes, not daring to think about their blood-stained appearance.

"I ...... I'll go back first if I'm fine...... No, no, I have something to tell you......"

Even his voice trembled, and the words he said were incomprehensible. West knew he was ugly now, but there was no way, he really couldn't control the instinctive fear of losing Merlin.

I can't wait to slap myself in the face to calm down. West took a deep breath and was about to make a move, but the mage gently grabbed his wrist and sat back down on the couch with force, leaning very close to each other.

"West."

The calm and soft call was like a good medicine to calm people's hearts at this moment, miraculously recalling the boy's somewhat chaotic thoughts, Merlin frowned slightly. He had never seen such a panicked appearance of West, and the reason for this could only be related to the secret conversation he had with the agent at that time. But West himself was unwilling to say a word about it, and even if Mei Linran had the heart to comfort him, he really didn't know what to do.

"Why can't you tell me everything?"

His eyes hurt a little, and he looked straight into West's ocean-blue eyes, leaning slightly against his cold forehead. It seems that in this way, he can see more clearly the bottom of his heart, and see what this so uneasy teenager is afraid of hiding.

Obviously, he came to him as Merlin to do everything he could to share the heavy pain on his shoulders for him.

He didn't answer, didn't move, just kept staring into Merlin's moist, clear eyes. West watched it for a long, long time, until the sky gradually glowed with orange and yellow afterglow, and the sunset began to spread across the entire horizon. He finally lowered his eyes, and the confusion in his eyes faded away, replaced by a determination that Merlin couldn't understand, and subconsciously didn't want to understand.

"I'm a mutant, Merlin."

After hesitating, he still spoke so carefully. West kept looking at the mage's expression to confirm that he just nodded, without any expression of disgust, before continuing:

"You know what it means to be a mutant, and even if I try to hide myself, I'm always in trouble...... I don't want to, and I can't let you get involved in these horrible things because of me. ”

"But...... Not! ”

Hearing this, Merlin just wanted to refute something, but was completely interrupted by a sudden kiss. Just as not long ago he had been biting West on the streets of London with near-predation, now he was being kissed in disbelief by the teenager, so fervent and desperate, like the last straw of a drowning man, so hot that it almost melted his whole body.

"Wait for me."

His well-proportioned arms were tightly wrapped around the mage's waist, almost crushing him into his own body. West closed his eyes and gradually set aside everything else, pulling Merlin's sanity away.

In the interval between the deep kisses, he seemed to hear the boy speak, but there seemed to be nothing, the only thing that was clear was the sparkling water from the corner of the man's eye, falling into the collar, leaving a mark on the skin that almost burned the person.

So, from that night on, West disappeared from Merlin's life.

- Quietly, thoroughly, as if there had never been such a person in this world, not even a word remained.