Outlaw, I cannot regenerate [Transmigration Book]

"He, Weasel King's eldest son? Aren't you mother and son? How come?" Blake was nervous, subconsciously holding Qiu Yan's hand.

Qiu Yan patted the back of his hand to signal him to relax, then let go of him, turned around and stood up, and the opponent's sword followed Qiu Yan's movement all the way, always stopping at a position half a finger away from the carotid artery.

"Who are you?" Qiu Yan pretended to be calm. He remembered Eliat said that the iron ring that can restrain the extraction of demon power recognizes the owner, and only the person who put the bracelet on the prisoner can take it off.

Eliat glanced at his wrist and guessed what he was thinking: "It is true that only the person who wears it can take it off. Before entering the palace, when the guards put on the bracelets for you and Neo, give them to me alone. One without a spell."

After a moment of hesitation, Qiu Yan accepted this unexpected fact: "So your demon power is not restricted at all, and you only wear that thing to lie to me."

Eliat's thick eyelashes flickered twice: "It's just your stupidity, trusting strangers so easily."

Qiu Yan imagined the situation of being caught, but he didn't expect the "eldest son" to betray him.It is reasonable to say that the time we spend together is short, and we can't talk about deep friendship, but he loves the house and he really transfers his feelings for Huey and Hill to the twin brothers: "Where's Neo?"

"He's straight, he can't hide things, I can't pull him into the gang."

Eliat's answer made Qiu Yan feel a little relieved: "It seems that my stepmother is not a complete failure."

"However, he will not retreat completely, after all, this is the territory of His Majesty the Lion King."

"I don't know what your purpose is, just cheat me, don't you even let your brother go." Because he lost his parents prematurely, Qiu Yan cherishes family affection unusually. For the first time, he treated the "reasonable" Elijah. Special glaring.

Eliat's hand holding the sword seemed to tremble, but Qiu Yan felt that it was more like his own illusion.

"They are all contenders for the throne. Father favors Hill. He has the greatest possibility of succession. He will be the next one to deal with."

Eliat's tone was calm and calm, as if he was discussing whether to eat rice or steamed buns for dinner, God knows how much Qiu Yan wanted to punch him.But what's the use of that, my life is in other people's hands right now, getting angry will only put myself in a more unfavorable situation.

Although Qiu Yan tried his best to keep himself calm, Eliat could still feel the fire in his eyes.

The sound of powerful footsteps echoed in the corridor of the dungeon, with a little gloating in the haste.

As soon as Qiu Yan turned his gaze, he saw the lion king covered in gold ornaments walking over with his head held high, followed by many jailers holding spears, Qiu Yan finally understood why he had sneaked into the dungeon without hindrance. It turned out that it was these two people Arranged well, just waiting to catch the turtle in the urn.He also designed sneak routes and escape methods. The more I thought about the scene planned last night, the more I felt that I was lacking in mind.

Seeing the Lion King, Eliat pressed the sword against Qiu Yan's neck, the sharp blade cut through the flesh, and a few drops of blood rolled down, blooming gorgeous fireworks on the worn-out prison uniform.

"Is Your Majesty still satisfied with this great gift?" Even when he betrayed his own people for the nomination certificate, Eliat still had that gentlemanly smile on his face.

The Lion King stopped behind Eliat, observing the reaction of the prey and allies at the same time, neither ordered Qiu Yan to be punished, nor made a clear promise to Eliat: "And then?"

Eliat broke Qiu Yan's hand and presented the note to the Lion King who had not had time to hand it out. The Lion King took the note and unfolded it, but found that the content on it was written in coded language and could not be translated directly, so he turned it over Show it to Qiu Yan: "Challenge this king's patience again and again, have you thought about the consequences?"

Qiu Yan: "You said before that you want me to be your servant, do you still count?"

The lion king frowned: "What trick are you trying to do?"

"What else can I do if I'm like this?" Qiu Yan raised his hands, and the iron rings on his wrists collided with each other, making a clumsy and dull sound.

The lion king took advantage of the situation and grabbed his wrist, showing a meaningful smile: "Being the king's servant is not as simple as cleaning the room."

Qiu Yan didn't notice Eliat's ulterior motives, which doesn't mean he couldn't see what the Lion King was thinking secretly: "As long as His Majesty releases the troupe, I can do whatever kind of servant you want."

"The queen deserves to have an exquisite heart, and she can see through it at all." The Lion King said this to Qiu Yan, but his eyes were drawn to Eliat. He put away the saber that threatened Qiu Yan, and bowed his head slightly. His hair slid from his shoulders to his chest, covering his profile and only showing his straight nose, no one could see his expression.

Qiu Yan broke free from the Lion King's hand, grabbed his beard and forced him to look directly into his eyes, and his words were still brisk: "Don't forget our agreement, by the way, add one more, and let Neo go too."

The lion king didn't care about the lives of those people, so he agreed.

The lion king's bedroom is not as magnificent as the main hall, but rather charming. There is a faint fragrance in the air, which is sweet but not greasy; the lamps are carefully placed, and the light is just right, softer than moonlight. Reflected on people, it adds a bit of sultry dreaminess.

The Lion King led Qiu Yan to the bed surrounded by curtains, and pushed him onto the soft flower petal cushion. Qiu Yan didn't resist, and let him handcuff his hands to the head of the bed. As a man, he knows that this kind of pitiful appearance is more likely to arouse the other party's pity and pity.

In fact, the Lion King inherited his father's fine tradition of eating all meat and vegetables. Facing the soft little white rabbit, his main thinking ability was transferred to the lower body. His hand stroked Qiu Yan's cheek and slid all the way to his chest. He wanted to unbutton it, but later found it too troublesome, so he simply tore open the skirt.

"Is your majesty too impatient? Let's talk first, let's cultivate our relationship." Qiu Yan winked at him.

The lion king raised his chin, and rubbed his thumb on the soft lips: "Your mouth is not only used for talking, but also for me to do other things." As he said, he nodded with his eyes. where described.

Qiu Yan glanced at his guidance, and came to a conclusion while feeling nauseated——I'm still straight.

The previous king game has always made him worry about it. After accepting Huey's kiss frankly, he felt that he was completely bent. Huey in his heart became a white moonlight, a cinnabar mole, and even sprouted "If I am not Kista's replacement How good it should be" horrible thought.However, the man in front of him was as tall as a mountain. In all fairness, apart from his nouveau riche taste and the big beard hanging down to his belly, he was not ugly, but Qiu Yan had no feelings for him at all.It seems that liking Huey was purely accidental, besides him, Qiu Yan would not fall in love with any other man.

The lion king doesn't care about Qiu Yan's whimsical thoughts, he just wants to taste the taste of this unique queen.

Qiu Yan: "Wait a minute, I still have something to tell you!"

"You can use another mouth to speak." The lion king couldn't wait to bully Qiu Yan.

"I'll let you wait!"

Before the words were finished, a wave of heat rose up, and the black flames like the fire of hell burned through the curtain above the head, and the lion king rolled to the ground in a huge shock.

"Hei, black flame?!" His vigorous desire was extinguished instantly, "You are, Kista!"