A squeamish bag can defeat a hundred [quick travel]

"Don't go! Your Majesty, don't go, Your Majesty!" A pale hand was stretched out from the dragon couch, with rounded fingertips and bulging veins. The hand was stretched open as if trying to grab something.

The window lattice was wide open, and the cold night wind blew through the empty hall and the sweaty palm, the hand trembled slightly, and then fell powerlessly to the side of the bed.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't go." The man in the royal robe murmured to himself, his eyes were red, and the brown pupils were bloodshot, like agate wrapped in blood.

"Your Majesty Fabre?" the waiter who heard the sound asked in a low voice, his voice was trembling, because everyone in the palace knew that the new His Majesty had a vicious and brutal character, and many of the servants who served him were torn in two by His Majesty. Half.

The night was dark, and the waiter was trembling all over, kneeling cautiously in front of the door. After a long time without getting a response, he looked up anxiously, and saw the man on the dragon couch. Sliding, he gritted his teeth, and then spat out a mouthful of blood, the scarlet blood was stained on the pale jaw, the man buried his forehead on the bed, and made a kneeling posture, he whispered: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty Don't go, I was wrong, Your Majesty."

The waiter was startled and quickly knocked his head on the ground.

There was a rustling sound in the distance, and it was the sound of His Majesty Fabre walking off the bed. He walked barefoot on the ground, and his pale soles were covered with dark blue scales.

His Majesty Fabre is a snake clan. He is now in the most terrifying manic period, and no one can comfort him.

Some people say that the first emperor once appeased His Majesty Fabre. If an orc accepts the appeasement of an amateur with extremely high spiritual power, then the spiritual power of that amateur is like a poppy to him, an insoluble poison, and no one can replace it. medicine.

In this world, there is no ordinary person with higher spiritual power than the late emperor.

These things are everyone's deepest thoughts, and no one dares to speak out and discuss these things.

The waiter knelt tremblingly and presented the cloak to His Majesty Fabre, for fear that His Majesty Fabre would be torn in half by His Majesty Fabre in the next second.

His Majesty Fabre used to be a gladiator in the Colosseum, so he was bloodthirsty, and no one could figure out his intentions.

It’s just that His Majesty Fabre seems to be in a particularly stable mood tonight, so stable that he is almost dead silent. He took the cloak, lowered his eyes and put it on his body, and then slowly said: “I dreamed of him again.”

The night wind slowly blew on the waiter, blowing on his cold sweat. The waiter wished he was deaf and didn't want to hear His Majesty Fabre's secret.

It's just that he can't stop it, can't stop it, all he can do is kneel down deeply, and then say nothing.

"It's a long, long dream, from Xia Zuo to Otterton's dream." The man's voice was extremely hoarse, like the hissing sound of a poisonous snake spitting out a scarlet letter.

"His name before washing his marrow was Xia Zuo. It's a very ordinary, ordinary, and gentle name. He is actually a very gentle person, otherwise he wouldn't have saved a poisonous snake." The man stood quietly on the spot , The pale moonlight shone on the ground, casting his shadow on the cold ground.

"Tell me, why would such a stupid person pick up a venomous snake frozen in the snow in winter and put it in his arms to keep warm? Doesn't he know that venomous snakes can bite people?" The man Her thin lips were pursed lightly, but her eyes were piercingly cold.

"I don't agree." He whispered.

"I don't agree with why our tribe was wiped out, so I want revenge. Xia Zuo is not Otterton, Xia Zuo is too gentle, so gentle that he is not aggressive at all, he can't help me avenge, so I went to seek refuge with another amateur. "

"That amateur is really a cold-blooded animal trainer. He used all orcs as tools. He gave me strength and a whip." Fabre made a gesture of cutting his throat, then bowed his head, and said in a low voice Laughed, "Ha, but why, why did Xia Zuo turn into Otterton."

The slender crow feathers covered the unknown undercurrents in his eyes, the corners of his mouth slowly opened wide, and two fine lines were outlined around the mouth.

"Why... why didn't Xia Zuo become Otterton sooner?! Why! Why!"

The man suddenly kicked over the round table in front of him, and then he clenched his fist and hammered it hard on the gorgeous pillar. The back of his hand was cut by the relief on the pillar, and sticky blood trickled down along the texture of the relief.

"I don't accept it, I don't accept it, why the person I follow will always lose, he is Alterton, he won everything, he defeated everyone, he is the absolute king."

"But why didn't he turn into Otterton sooner?! Why did he turn into Otterton when I left him?! I don't accept it, I don't accept it, I didn't lose, right? I killed him, I became I won the final winner, I didn't lose...I didn't lose...hahaha..."

Crazy and suppressed laughter gradually sounded. Fabre knelt on the ground, lifted the waiter's collar with one hand, and asked with a grim face: "I didn't lose, did I?"

The waiter's face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he answered with a trembling voice: "Yes."

Fabre let go of his hand and watched the waiter panting violently like the rest of his life.

The evil fire burning in his heart was silently burning his limbs and bones. The night wind was cold, and the icy wind penetrated into his skin, passed through his white ribs, and scraped onto the flame in his heart. And so the flames turned into ice.

The pain of the skin, the coldness of the extinction.

The handsome young man wearing the crown seemed to appear in front of his eyes. That day when the soldiers approached the city, he knelt down and surrendered together with the plain people he took refuge in.

I heard that the new king is called Otterton.

He had never heard of this name before, probably it was changed by an amateur after washing his marrow.I really regret that I was on the wrong team at the beginning. If I had chosen this amateur, he would not be as embarrassed as a bereaved dog now.

The sunlight was so bright that it was too bright for people to keep their eyes open. He squinted his eyes and looked up, and saw a handsome amateur sitting in a gorgeous chariot.

That plain man with silver hair reaching his waist and wearing a dark golden crown on his head has a pair of gray eyes, the color of his pupils is like a misty mountain stream, wet gray. out of reach.

The amateur looked down at him, and then whispered: "... Fabre?"

That year, it snowed heavily and his tribe was wiped out. As the son of the patriarch, he managed to escape, but winter is not good for the snake tribe, and his strength was passing through his body bit by bit. Standing on the chariot, a snow-white hand slowly lifted the curtain, revealing a simple and clean face.

Those gray eyes were soft and compassionate, and he called out softly, "Fabre."

There was once an amateur named Xia Zuo who rescued him in the heavy snow.

Later, an amateur named Otterton spared his life on the throne. He was originally a death row prisoner, but he was thrown into the Colosseum to win the life by himself.

Why save a poisonous snake?

He is a heinous person, he will keep climbing, keep climbing, even if his hands are bloody, even if everyone betrays his relatives, he will climb to the highest position.

"Because of Fabre, he is really the strongest person I have ever seen." Xia Zuo sat beside him, the bonfire was burning quietly, and the bright fire light shone on Xia Zuo's face, making his furry eyebrows Plated with a layer of gold, the young man turned his head with a smile, "It snowed so heavily that day, and there was a winding bloodstain on the snow, Fabre, you were injured so badly, but you still crawled on the ice and snow for so long... Hmm, it's really shocking."

The young man rested his chin on his hand, his gray eyes reflected fire, and said softly, "I've never seen an orc like Fabre. It feels very special."

He never told anyone that that day, sitting next to Xia Zuo, he suddenly didn't want to move anymore, he didn't want to crawl so hard anymore, he just wanted to sit next to that gentle amateur and watch him quietly .

The tongue of fire licked the wood quietly, making a hissing sound, like a tired snake that finally returned home, slowly spitting out the snake letter.

But he left in the end.

He is on the road of revenge, on the road of chasing power, he will keep walking, always go to a high place, even if it is climbing, he must climb to that height.

So he killed too many people, his hands were stained with sin, and the sin was so disgusting that even if Otterton wanted to pardon him as a sinner, it would arouse public outrage. He was called the executioner and the circumcision Throat, but was called Fabre by that person.

"Fabre." Wearing a crown, the handsome young man walked into the cold and damp dungeon of the Colosseum and looked at him through the fence.

"If you become the king of the Colosseum, I have something to give you." His majesty smiled softly, just like the soft boy when we first met.

The whole world hated him for being bloody, only his majesty firmly believed that he had just gone to extremes for a while.

His Majesty.

his teenager.

What is his virtue and ability to get the pity of the other party.

Fabre walked up to the waiter and squatted down slowly, "Do you think I'm pitiful?" He murmured, and then stretched out his hand to grab the other's neck, the skin touched by his palm was as fragile as paper, and he Calmly looking at the other party's constant struggle, and the deep despair and fear in those eyes.

After all, it is different, everyone is not him, the way that person looked at him before he died is unbelievable, and there is also a lofty, compassionate look down on him.

Click.

The head rolled to the ground.

In fact, he wanted to ask the young emperor many times, asking him, do you think I am pitiful.

So with a charity attitude, give me a little unreal temperature.

But he didn't ask after all.He didn't want to know the answer, and he didn't dare to know.

The dawn quietly tore through the night, and the dawn light shone into the empty hall.The new attendant silently stepped forward and dragged the corpse out. He put on the royal robe and the crown.

The dark golden crown was inlaid with blood-red gemstones, and his fingertips slowly touched the delicate lines on the crown, like stroking a lover's hand.

This crown was worn by him.

Thinking about it this way, there is a sickly sweetness lingering in my heart.

He sat in front of the throne, thinking that this was the position his majesty used to do. He looked down on all living beings from a high position, and watched all the painters prostrate on the ground, and the waiter presented the paintings. He looked over one after another, The people in the paintings all have gray eyes and long silver hair, but there is no portrait of him.

He sat on the throne and overlooked all living beings, but there was no sign of that person among the living beings.

It was as if a string called sanity had snapped.

"Come on, push it down." The corners of the mouth curled up strangely, and then the hooks got bigger and bigger, almost reaching behind the ears.

"Put them all down."

"I dragged them all out and cut them off!" The emperor on the throne tore the drawing paper suddenly, and the pieces were scattered in the air, just like that day when he bit off the opponent's neck, the pieces of meat sprayed out.

Countless anger and mania poured out like a mountain avalanche. He stood up, eyes wide open, and roared like crazy: "Is there no painter in this world who can paint his face?!"

“啊啊啊啊啊——”恍若野兽的哀嚎响彻在空旷的大殿中，一条巨蛇痛苦地翻滚在地。

Extinguishing cold, endless fire.

When he came down from the duel field of the Colosseum that day, he saw an amateur standing quietly in the aisle. The amateur saw him and whispered: "Do you think Otterton likes you?"

"How could he like you? If he really liked you, why didn't he just forgive your sins and insist on letting you stand in the Colosseum and fight wild beasts."

In fact, there are many things that don't need to be provoked at all, because he is a cold-blooded and ruthless poisonous snake, lying in a warm embrace, thinking about when to bite the other party.

He is vindictive, vicious, and will do anything to achieve his goals, these are all him.

It's just that he was induced, and once he let go of the fierce provocation, it was like a mountain collapsed.His heart is full of discord and unwillingness, and he is still unwilling and greedy in the end, so his heart is not enough to swallow like a snake.

That day he became the king of gladiators, he came down from the arena dizzily, with burning nerves running wildly on his cheeks, and the cold blood in his heart was slowly flowing, he walked step by step towards the emperor in the stands , the blood on his body dripped down little by little, just like the heart that lost its humanity.

"What do you think he can give you? You are a body to be punished. At most, you can escape the death penalty, and then you will be trapped in this Colosseum for the rest of your life, fighting to the death with those unwise beasts."

"Fabre, are you willing?"

He was not reconciled.

How can he be willing.

So the animal nature finally broke through the prison of reason, and he turned into a beast shape, biting off his slender and fragile neck.

In fact, from the first time he met Xia Zuo, he felt that this tenderness was too fragile, and it would be broken at any moment.Warm blood poured into his mouth and splashed onto the paper. He looked down at the blood-stained paper.

It was a marriage letter.

An imperial marriage letter, with Alterton's name on the left and a blank on the right.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa———' All the servants in the palace knelt down in fear, not daring to provoke the new emperor.

The new emperor was extremely weird. When he ascended the throne, he killed the amateur who assisted him in his position, and laughed while crying, saying that it was the amateur who ruined everything about him.

The wailing sound became weaker and weaker, and at last it was almost nothing. There was a trace of gray in the brown snake eyes, and he whispered: "Your Majesty, don't go."

All the memories have become mottled, as if returning to the heavy snow ten years ago, when his tribe was wiped out, his parents died, he stumbled out from the corpses everywhere, and fled on the icy snow. A big hole was opened, and scarlet blood flowed on the snow. There was a dead white in front of his eyes, and a cruel enemy behind him.

He didn't know what he was going to face, until a chariot appeared in front of him, and a slender hand lifted the curtain, revealing those gray eyes. When the four eyes met, he saw gentle compassion.

This is his only salvation.

"Don't go."

【End of the show】