Three-day moon in Wang Caili [Comprehensive]

Wang felt that he had repaired a fake knife.

Unlike the previous fake Uruk people who essentially refuted Wang's cognition, the knife was repaired by him himself, but the newly repaired knife seemed to have a new core from the inside to the outside.

The appearance has not changed, and the memories are still there.

When the knife appeared in front of the king in human form, it was as graceful and graceful as when it was first seen. If you search all over this era, you may not be able to find any more people with such a perfect color.

Standing without speaking, just looking at his face, you can enjoy it with satisfaction as usual.

However, he opened his mouth.

Wang was choked by his seemingly blunt but actually very blunt words.

I get it now.

This guy, perhaps because he had already cut off his own life once in order to compete with the king, now that he has regained his life, he simply stopped pretending.

In the past, he was pretending, which was specifically manifested in the fact that even though he was disliked and dissatisfied with this "master", he never showed any abnormality on the surface, as if he didn't notice the "master"'s indifference and suspicion, and he did what he was asked to do.

It's just that correspondingly, he doesn't communicate with the "master" very much, and the words are quite few.

But now, he stopped pretending, that thin loyal and well-behaved shell disappeared, and his true nature was exposed like this without any concealment.

Even Wang, who had a little awareness of this guy's true face, was surprised by the extremely sharp contrast between his front and back.

"What can you do?"

——When decorating, when collecting.

"Judging from this tone, you guys seem to be very dissatisfied with this king."

——No, probably because I was too tired and couldn't control what was on my mind.

"..."

It was unbelievable that Wang was choked speechless by mere weapons.

Of course, he was dumbfounded for a moment, and if he was really blocked by a few clearly dissatisfied complaints, the king would not be the king.

"There is no decoration in the world that dares to disrespect the king like you."

Tapping his fingers on the armrest of the throne a few times, the king sat up slightly.

He looked at him again, and saw the flame in the eyes of the blue-haired young man that couldn't blend with his pupil color.

The flame was still spreading, as if the edge of the burning flame had overflowed out of the frame, and it didn't match the young man's indifferent appearance.

However, I don't know if I have noticed such a spectacle that seems to be pregnant with something and is about to break out of the ground.

interesting.

The king smiled instead of anger.

He took a meaningful look at the indifferent knife, not only did not get angry immediately, but calmly looked away, and then said: "It is because of this king's gift that you can stand here again. Let you remember Don't count on this king's kindness, at least it will be of some use."

"Decoration—hahahahahaha! Since you said so yourself, I allow it!"

"From today onwards, you will come to this place to report every day, and do a good job of decorating, collecting, and viewing objects."

I have to say, this order is absolutely perfect.

The unceremoniousness with Dao comes from the same source, and it is even more extreme.

When he said that people should be used as decorations, he really did. The king fully implemented the purpose of not caring about other people's feelings without leaving room for self-will, and he was not afraid that the knife, which already disliked him, would dislike him even more.

Dao: "Okay, I got it."

He complied.

However, it cannot be ruled out the possibility that he will keep his face on the surface and will definitely intensify his efforts to respond to the king in the future.

From a certain point of view, when these two men with similar natures collide, although it is a master-slave relationship, neither of them can give in to the other. "coordinated".

then.

Thus began the days of the knife serving as an ornamental backdrop in palaces.

To make it clear in advance, he knows his position well, and he doesn't seem to be reluctant at all.

The king told him to stay, okay, then stay.

Dao came to report to the king every day.

Gilgamesh, the king of Uruk, had a very regular daily life, skipping the time for eating, sleeping and resting, that is, dealing with government affairs, meeting officials, and listening to the high priest report the results of divination.

Only occasionally, he would leave the throne that seemed to be inseparable while sitting, and go out to breathe—no, it was to preside over important ceremonies or sacrifices for the people.

In short, most of the time, the king sat still in the palace, on the throne, and in front of the table full of stone slabs.

The knife is by his side, so most of the time he is by the throne.

When Wang checked the stone slab, Dao stood beside him openly, and he could see the contents of the slate with a slight lowering of his eyes.If he tilted his eyes a little bit to the side, Wang's handsome face stained with dignity would be very clearly reflected in his eyes.

It may be because there are two-thirds of the blood in the body, which is fundamentally different from the body of ordinary humans. Even after staying up for several days, it is impossible for the king to have dark circles on his face.

The man's eyes only cast a slight shadow from the slightly drooping eyelashes, as if being drawn, the dark red color was flowing on the shadow.

—he is tired.

This is the conclusion that Dao came to after observing silently by the side for several days.

Don't say why he has been observing for so long, the main reason is that this conclusion makes people feel quite incredible.

In Dao's impression, this "master" usually has a cold face that either looks down on all living beings or ignores everything else, other than that, it is an arrogant face that laughs loudly.

The impression was deep, and after such a long time, I found out that the arrogant and domineering man can't get rid of the human part, and he will feel tired——

Hmm, a little surprised.

There is also the reason why I was also guarding by the side before, but I didn't find it, and I didn't find it until I got closer.

Time passed by quietly, and when Dao's thoughts left here and came back after a while, he took another look:

"........."

The shadow under the man's eyes moved out silently.

And, it seems like an involuntary movement.He didn't know when he adjusted his posture, his left hand was still on the rough stone slab, and his right hand supported his head.

At the same time, it is uncertain whether there will be another moment of slack.

The right hand held a part of the blond hair, but the hair slid slowly between the fingers, and did not stop, but showed a tendency to lose control completely in the next moment, causing Wang Zungui's head to fall down along with the drooping arc of the eyelids.

If it does fall—

It's not good to break the slate.

Thinking like this, Dao felt that he was very considerate (wait, why did he care about the stone slab instead of Wang's equally dignified face), so he lifted it up.

next moment.

"..."

"..."

Wang's slid eyelids lifted up like an electric shock.

"Bastard, what are you doing!"

His expression at this time was really wonderful, his face darkened, and he seemed to have swallowed a mouthful of green... No, it's nothing.

How could Dao not be afraid of him? It's like knowing each other's details. Of course, you should look back calmly: "Seeing that you are about to knock your head on the stone slab, I will block it for you."

——stretched out his hand, supported the king's chin with his palm, and lifted it up.

It was simple and clear, and it turned out that this action was also very effective. No, Wang woke up all of a sudden, and his spirit was restored.

The knife said, you are welcome.

This is what a loyal servant who happened to see next to him should do, so there is no need for praise, it should be done.

Wang: "This king wants to chop off your hand."

Dao: "Hey, why? This is not very good. Although I have no objection to how the master treats me, but without an arm, I don't look so good."

Wang: "So you still have the consciousness that you are just a mere decoration?"

Dao is very humble, at least the tone is very humble: "Of course there are, master's orders, always in mind."

Wang: "Hmph!"

I have to say that the knife that no longer pretends to be stupid is much more troublesome than before.

Wang was interrupted by him like this, and the tiredness that he almost took advantage of the loophole by accident had already dissipated, but the displeasure between his brows did not dissipate.

"Do you know the definition of decoration? When standing, just stand properly, don't talk, don't move around, don't make up your own mind, understand?"

Dao naturally said: "Understood."

God knows if he understands it or not.

On the other hand, in the process of carrying out the king's order, Dao stayed in the hall, so he still couldn't avoid being seen by others.

It was the same group of people who had witnessed him sitting upright in the corner not long ago. This time, they saw the king and the beautiful young man in the same room again.

Moreover, the distance between the two suddenly narrowed, as if it had directly spanned to the realm where they didn't care whether they would be discovered by insignificant people.

The familiar blue-haired young man appeared again, and he was still intimately (not) waiting beside the king. The king didn't pay much attention to him, but acquiesced in his existence——

The ministers who were fortunate enough to witness this scene almost had tears in their eyes: Ah, the great king, the wise and mighty king Gilgamesh, can finally be accompanied by a gentle and beautiful princess!

In front of the king, the courtiers didn't dare to say anything more, and they didn't even dare to look more, but thinking about it in their hearts, it was still okay to talk about it in private.

The king and ministers began to discuss state affairs.

It's been a bit of a discussion, maybe a couple of hours.Both the king and his courtiers have places to sit, and they won't be too tired if they sit for a long time. However, those who are interested have long noticed that the "princess" next to the throne is forced to stand for these hours.

This, this, is something wrong?

Whispering whispered under the steps of the throne, and when the king noticed something strange and raised his eyebrows coldly, someone finally raised this question cryptically.

king:"?"

Wang: "Idiot!"

Wang: "This king asked you to think about countermeasures, and as a result, where are your eyes going!"

Obviously, Wang's original intention was to reprimand these courtiers for not doing their job properly, and they didn't put their minds on business at all.It can be said that the listener has a heart, and the meaning of this sentence will inevitably be over-interpreted.

So, one by one, under the scrutiny of the king, they showed a reflective expression of "I'm sorry, the king didn't dare to stare at the princess. It's our fault."

The king will be pissed off.

However, the most annoying thing is not here.

When he shifted the focus, he then scolded the knife not to stand here like a wooden stake, and forget it if it doesn't move. How dare Wang not answer a word when he was talking.

Dao Youyou sighed, and used actions to prove that he was still different from the wooden pile.

"Follow your instructions, decorations must not speak."

"..."

"You can't move."

"..."

"Ah, so to speak, I'm a little tired. Master, can I sit down?"

It is not necessary for the king to say whether it is possible or not, Dao, who was tired of standing, sat down by himself.

Sitting sideways on Wang's lap, it wasn't the first time he had done this, so he was familiar with the movements, and it was impossible for him to feel restless and fearful.

Onlookers (couldn't help it): "Wow——"

Wang, who was sat on the thigh without any psychological pressure: "..."

So far, he hasn't been pissed off—no.

Wang and Dao, these two people, if you make me angry today, I will come back tomorrow and make you angry.

It's a miracle that they haven't been bored with each other yet.