A Chime Below the Throne [Interstellar]

Seeing the stalemate between the two sides, the cowardly parrot Lao Tzu jumped down from the top of Simon's head screaming "嘤嘤嘤", and crawled into the fallen Homan's hair with his fat belly in his arms.

The black dragon that can be pulled away by itself has obviously grown in tonnage. Ludwig pulled Simon away with both hands. Simon flew back, and wanted to spray black flames at Ludwig in anger, but found a What spewed out from the mouth was a dazzling beam of white light.

When the beam of light touched Ludwig's skin, it was not hot, but warm.

Ludwig reached out to grab Simon's wings, stretched out his hand, and somehow dragged him into another world!

The sky and the earth changed color in an instant, this is a boundless starry sky!

Simon's eyes were also red, obviously losing his mind, and rushed towards Ludwig with a long howl.

Ludwig didn't have time to think, and of course he didn't need it. He kicked up with his strong long legs fiercely and powerfully, and kicked the dragon, which was as tall as a person, into the air.

Simon didn't feel the pain at all, got up and rushed over again.

One person and one dragon wrestled crazily, as if they felt no pain, relying on their physical bodies, they wanted to tear each other apart with the goal of death.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a long time, maybe it was a short time, until the head was broken and bloody, neither side stopped fighting. This kind of fighting seemed to be eternal, or the only one in the world.

In the last second of Ludwig's waking up, what he remembered was that he had pinned Simon to the ground, and he did not let go.

Opening his eyes again, the world before Ludwig's eyes was still the forest where he met Homan, and the scattered leaves were like a soft blanket around him.

He moved his hand uncomfortably, and it was intact, not dripping with blood as he imagined.

Ludwig stood up abruptly, jumped a hundred feet, and listened attentively. The rustling of leaves, birdsong, and the whispering of lovers were all clearly discernible from hundreds of miles away. The things in front of him seemed to be reborn. Reflected into Ludwig's spiritual world.Simon was taken into the spiritual sea by him, and Ludwig had already become an adult.

He came back to his senses suddenly, and walked towards the position just now step by step.

Homan was still lying there, not much time seemed to have passed.

Compared with the dull and slow sense of smell before, Ludwig's glands were stimulated by the boosted guide element before he walked over. He was full of disbelief, and he stretched out his hand to grab the unconscious Homan, and his heart was full of tears. The surging shock and unreasonable ecstasy merged seamlessly, and he remained silent for a long while.

"Xiang, guide! How could it be..." Ludwig searched his stomach and recalled the whole thing, only to find that he was simply because he was a sentry, so he wishfully thought that the one who replaced him must be a sentry!In fact, there was no indication that Homan was really the Sentinel.

No wonder Homan was so weak that his five senses were as dull as a cat in a sack. He wasn't a sentinel at all!

Ludwig reached out and hugged him lightly as if there was nothing.The warmth of the body's closeness, and the intensely stimulating guide element, magnified countless times, reverberated in Ludwig's mind, and shot straight into the soul. The feeling made him want to take out everything he had to Homan .

Oh shit.

Homan, an insidious guy, when did he drug him?

Ludwig rushed out with Homan in his arms, found a remote back garden where he always stayed, and closed the garden gate to ensure that no one would disturb him.

Reason tried to pull back his unbridled impulse, but the drug-like feeling made Ludwig hug Homan tightly, buried his face in his neck, trying to restrain all of Homan's breath into his arms middle.

Not enough, still not enough.

He... wanted to lick him.

Once the evil thoughts that are too embarrassing to speak out are born, they quickly spread throughout the body like the origin of evil.

Self-control and willpower are as strong as Ludwig's. His silver hair is rubbed wildly, like a drug-addicted patient. After rolling on the ground for a long time, he finally surrendered to his instinct.

He didn't want to restrain himself.

Not just the body, but the ego.The weak word "can't" is simply vulnerable compared to the unspoken desire in the heart and the violent desire of the flesh.

Just, lick it.

Just a lick.

Comforting himself in this way, Ludwig accepted the devil's invitation, and stuck out the tip of his tongue towards the smooth and fragile skin of the man in his arms.

In the next second, he was completely stunned.

This is not taking drugs, this is fucking immortality at all.

Just when Ludwig fell into the abyss and was about to take further action, Homan realized that someone was touching him, barely moved, and made a whining sound from his mouth.

This brought back Ludwig's little sanity, and his fingers touched Homan's hair, and Lao Tzu was not there.

Homan is connecting.

No.

A basin of cold water was poured on Ludwig's head, he was a little awake, subconsciously afraid, fortunately he didn't make the next move.If Homan, who was in the connective period, was disturbed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Ludwig found a piece of soft lawn, and held Homan in his arms in his arms.Trying to endure the strong guide element, be a Liu Xiahui.It's just that Liu Xiahui is so easy to be.

In fact, the best way is to put Homan down and run as far as possible, but unfortunately he really can't let go.Ludwig, who couldn't let go, began to find reasons for himself. If he left, some shitty sentry would come to disturb Homan.

Just by imagining that scene, Ludwig was so angry that he wanted to blow up the school.

Without him, Homan would definitely be in danger.Now, Ludwig had completely ignored the fact that Homan was his impostor.

This fact is no longer important. Even if Ludwig realized that the violent reaction now was due to his high tolerance with Homan, he did not want to leave Homan at all.

That's right, the real little prince, Ludwig, is such a brutalist, obedient instinct guy.What's more, apart from his instinct, there are more things telling him not to go.

The current Ludwig is like a bulimic patient holding a brightly colored, delicate and delicious cake; or an addict who has just been cured, with a new pipe full of tobacco in his hand.

The heart was beating and the veins were bulging. Ludwig's limbs holding Homan were trembling with excitement, as if beginning to hint to the rest of the body that it was time to start the next task.Soon enough, when this information reached the brain, Homan would suffer.In the next second, Ludwig buried his head in the neck of the man in his arms, immersed in the smell of Homan, the strong desire and uncompromising restraint were like a huge lock, brand new and firm.But it just so happened that he restrained the idea of ​​suicide.

Ludwig's only key is Hohmann's complete connection.He began to hypnotize himself countless times, and the mental opium was to wait for Homan to wake up, and wait for him to wake up.

Gradually, this torture seemed to feel a lot better.The eyes gradually became blurred, Ludwig seemed to feel that he was walking towards the clouds, and the scene in front of him changed...

"Mum, I don't want to eat Layer dishes anymore." The three-year-old Homan chewed hard on the hard frozen vegetables, his cheeks bulging, a little aggrieved.

The obese Eminem sat slumped on the biggest chair in the room, impatiently lighting up the cube game on the light brain, and the golden ring on his hand was shining brightly: "Little prince, it's a barren tide, and it's very long to be able to eat vegetables." It's a luxury. Poor people like us can't even afford nutritional supplements."

Nutrients are cheap, but as a kind of wild vegetable that is basically devoid of nutrition and not very filling, in fact, you can buy a sack without even a penny.

Homan licked his red mouth and put the frozen vegetables on the table.

Ah Mu frowned, saw Homan's movements, and snorted angrily: "Your Highness! It's not that I don't give you food, it's that you are picky about food." He lifted his heavy body and picked up the frozen food. Cai carried Homan into the spare garbage bag and left.

"Em. Don't go." Little Homan blinked and went to grab the corner of servant E'mu's clothes, but he couldn't reach it.Eminem didn't even look at him, and walked out of the room with big strides.

Several maids outside the door were discussing hair accessories and earlobes, and Homan tiptoed out of the palace.

The guard at the gate of the main palace stood solemnly, and he followed the maid's skirt and slipped in.

Different from the quietness of the Three Princes Palace, which is like a cold palace, the main palace has loud music, colorful lights, and bizarre decorations. It is absurd and gorgeous. It is Her Royal Highness who is holding a dinner.

There are a variety of food on the table, including brightly colored drinks, fruits of different shapes, desserts and dishes with exquisite shapes.Several men and women commanded the maids to serve the dishes.One of the maids brought a bright red fruit with a milky flavor to the table next to Homan.Taking advantage of no one's attention, he rushed out from behind the pillar, nodded his fingers, recalled the spelling in the only word book he had memorized fluently, and recognized the name on the fruit brand word by word: "Holy... Coconut... …fruit."

While there was no one around, he reached out and grabbed a santa coconut, got under the table, and couldn't wait to put it in his mouth.The sweet and fragrant taste exploded in his mouth, and it was the first time that Homan ate such delicious food.

There was a light of pleasure on his thin face, and Homan peeked at the revelers through the gap under the table.

And the people in this hall, every time they come in, they have to bow to the big empty chair in the center, and then put all kinds of carefully crafted food on the table in front of the chair.

The table was full of food, so full that it was about to fall, and maids kept coming to unload the food onto the nearby plates.People who came and went said that this is the emperor's seat, and even if he is not there, it should be reserved for a dinner party in the palace, which is the basic rule.

Little Homan salivated, his eyes were full of longing, he had something he wanted faintly, and he held the core of the coconut palm tightly in his hand, as if it really belonged to him.

On this day, Little Homan himself didn't know what kind of ambition he had set. He just wanted to be the person sitting in that position.