Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

The last words I heard before coma.

Chapter 101 【CI】Sweet as sweet

When I regained consciousness, I felt so light for the first time in my body. I opened my eyes and found that I could see again.I can't feel any pain all over my body.I was locked in a solitary cell.This is the dungeon of the Assyrian castle.

Flaviz did not allow Assassius to kill me.Maybe he still has a little nostalgia for me?

I'm going to meet him and no one can stop me!This thought prompted me to stand up and push the iron bar in front of me. Immediately, I saw my hand pass through without any hindrance.

what happened?I pulled back, looked at my hands, and realized something.

I lowered my head and found my horrible body.

The blood stains have been washed away, and redness is still seeping from the gauze covering the upper body, eyes, and neck. If I saw any such a person on the battlefield, I would choose to end his unnecessary dying struggle. pain of.But now, that person is myself.

I don't need to remove the gauze, I also know what I look like.I was blinded, my throat was ruined, a leg was broken, and maybe a few ribs.

I stared at myself sadly for a moment, then turned and left the dungeon, walking in a certain direction with an intuition.

The palace of the Assyrian king was brightly lit, and a grand celebration was being held, with stringed drums and drums playing endlessly, and crowds of people moving around.On the concave-shaped stage in the center, there are barbarians performing dances. The red-clothed swords are bright and piercing. Assassius is also among them and is the lead dancer.

If it wasn't for the fact that I was out of my body at this time, I would have rushed up and disemboweled him.

Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to look away from the hatred, and I went straight across the stage and walked down the steps.

Flaviz was half lying on the king's couch watching the dance, a wolf was lying on the bottom of his feet, as docile as a white deer fur on his shoulders.He has no armor and is bare-chested. The hazy firelight flows on his silk-like skin, as if he came out of a bath in the Ganges River. His body is covered with a thin layer of gold powder, making him as beautiful as a god.

Eight generals of the Imperial Guard surrounded him, drinking and talking with him, but his expression seemed lazy and absent-minded, with his long and narrow eyes half-opened and half-closed, his gaze was always gazing at an unknown distance—— I don't know what he was thinking, at least he didn't pay attention to Assassin on stage.Are you thinking about who I am?

I came to him and stared at him, surrounded by noise, but we have never faced each other so quietly.

Flaviz's hair has turned golden at the end, he still looks like Yuriyans, but the brand on his forehead has faded, that may be because Medusa's magic power has faded after I brought him back from Hades.Will his body become normal one day, or will he return to his previous sickness?

I stroked his hair worriedly, and my fingers turned into a breeze, lifting his temples.

As if sensing something, he frowned, stood up, and walked out of the hall.I heard the sound of my own blood speeding up—Flavitz might have come to see me.

I was right behind Flaviz, and he actually went to the dungeon where I was imprisoned, and was alone.

Flaviz watched me thoughtfully through the iron fence, but didn't know that I was behind.He ignored me, but I didn't even get angry at all.Maybe it's because I can't be mad at him anymore.

"Anyone here?"

He said suddenly, summoned the guards, and ordered the cell to be opened.I saw him come to my side, looking at my body, I suddenly longed to be touched by him, to be hugged by him.

And facing my current body, even I don't want to return to my body.

At this moment, what evidence is there on me that can arouse his memory?

I looked at my appearance and suddenly thought of something.I reached for the thin cloth covering my body, and the wind lifted it, revealing the silver bracelets around my ankles.Flavitz obviously noticed it, his eyelids drooped, his eyelashes fluttered, and my heart quivered.

His fingers touched the silver bell on the bracelet, he paused for a moment, bent down, and hugged me.

I couldn't help but want to go back to my body again.So at this moment, a force wrapped around my body like a spider web, dragging my soul towards myself.My body became heavy again, and unbearable pain surged from my limbs.I was trembling all over, tightly clutching the corner of Flaviz's clothes, and curled up into his arms like when I was a child, suddenly having the urge to cry.

He may not remember who I am, but at least he hasn't given up on me. Satisfying this has made me happy.

In a trance, I heard the torrential rain and thunder again, and my eyes brightened again, and I saw the white stone pillars on all sides, and Flaviz's worried eyes.My body was suffering from high fever, and my muscles and bones were in excruciating pain. I hugged his neck and did not let go.His body was cool and smooth like marble, exuding a cool fragrance.

"Flavitz, it's hard..."

"Hey, hold on, just drink this." He lowered his head, his swan-like neck hung down, and took a sip of the liquid medicine.His lips are like honeydew, making bitterness sweet and addictive.

I greedily sucked his lips and tongue, like a newborn baby, Flaviz's tongue hooked my teeth, and his slender and soft hands stroked my back, bringing a strange power of peace of mind.

"My little Cupid, go to sleep."

He chuckled in my ear, his voice was very ethereal, I knew this was a dream, but the embrace that hugged me was real.In the dimness, I groped and held Flaviz's hand. He moved, and I instinctively grasped tightly, but he didn't move any more, and quietly let me hold it.

Fortunately, this time I was not rejected.

Thinking of this, I smiled wryly, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

I didn't know how many days and nights I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up again, there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of my eyes.I thought I was really blind, but when I touched my face, I realized it was just a bandage.

"Take it off and see if you can see it."

A familiar voice suddenly came from beside him.

I sat up abruptly and peeled off the layers of white gauze covering my head, and I was not surprised to see a face that looked a bit like myself.He smiled at me, holding a bottle of steaming liquid in his hand.

"Arsaq! Why are you here?" I was surprised, and found my voice hoarse and unpleasant.

He handed me the liquid medicine, with a gloating smile on his face: "Drink it, your throat will be better. Talking to me in such an ugly voice is simply polluting my ears."

I took the liquid medicine and sniffed the smell inside warily.He handed over a silver spoon in a funny way, and stirred it for me. Seeing that the color had not changed, I drank it with confidence, and my eyes drifted to the opposite mirror inadvertently.

A scar slanted across my eyes, extending from the corner of the left eyebrow to the right cheekbone, it was shockingly sharp.I stretched out my hand to caress it, and a killing intent surged in my heart.

"Look, the two of us are not the same now." A beautiful face rested on my shoulder, soft fingers brushed my chin, and the smile became brighter and brighter.

I squeezed his wrist: "Are you courting death?"

"You treat your savior like this? I really don't appreciate it. If it weren't for the medicine I brought from Armenia, you would have trouble opening your eyes now." He dipped in the medicine and wiped the corners of my eyes, and deliberately moved his face closer.I dodged uncomfortably, just wanting to stay away from this meiu.

"Thank you, I'll do it myself." I picked up the ointment, wiped it on my face, and asked suspiciously, "Why are you here?"

Arshak said, "What's so strange about this? I was originally intended to be dedicated to the Roman emperor. Where the Roman emperor is, I will be there."

I looked into his eyes and felt like I was stuck in my throat: "Why save me?"

He sighed: "It's not that I want to save you, it's the order of His Majesty Yuriyans. I, I wish you would die." He sat in front of the mirror, with his long black hair loose, painted and powdered, swaying, "But If you die, no one will be able to give the things to Ishkad for me."

"what?"

I moved my hands and feet a bit, one leg was bandaged, and it was still aching, I don't know if it would affect my normal movements.I stood up a little anxiously, and there was a tearing pain in my ankle, and my whole leg trembled slightly.

"Don't stand up in a hurry!" Arshak turned around to support me, but I pushed him away violently.I held onto the back of the chair next to me and tried to take a leg, the pain was piercing.

"What's wrong with my leg...?" I stared at him, breathing unsteadily.

"It was pierced. Although the bones are not broken, you may become disabled." He said lightly.

"What did you say?" I was taken aback, my ears buzzing.

"I'm lying to you." He winked, "It's nothing serious, but if you don't take a good rest, it may become true."

"How long have I been asleep?" I breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the window. It was evening, and the sunset was reflected on the moat outside the ancient city of Assyria, looking like a sea of ​​blood.The news of my captivity must have reached His Majesty the King, I don't know how the others are doing now.

I should leave as soon as possible, but before I leave, I really want to see Flaviz again.

"Ten months, do you believe it? Rome defeated Persia, and now this place has become a new province." Arshak smiled brightly.

"Stop talking nonsense!" I yelled in a low voice, "What do you want me to hand over to Ishkad? Do you have a way to get me out of here?"

Arshak took out a letter box from the drawer, took off a bracelet, and walked up to me, his clear eyes were full of affection: "Of course, I am the vassal of the Lord of Rome, no one dares to provoke me, Not only can I help you escape, but I can also help you meet the person you called out in your dream."

"Favorite?"

"Yes. Your Majesty likes to watch me dance very much. He treats me very well, much better than Ishkad." He looked at me narrowly, slightly fanning his thick black eyelashes, almost silently provocative.

Feeling like being scratched by a cat's paw, I subconsciously grabbed his delicate neck.I didn't know that my jealousy was so terrible. When I thought of Arshak and Flaviz getting along day and night, I wished to kill him on the spot. This feeling was no less than that of facing Assassin.He blushed and coughed, rationally forcing me to let go of my hand immediately.

Arshak did help me.

I turned my back, calmed down the jealousy in my chest, and took a deep breath: "I promise you, I will deliver the message for you." I swallowed, and asked resentfully, "In exchange, you take me to see him."

"Don't wait until your face recovers better?"

I hesitated for a moment, then shook my head.

There was a chuckle from behind, and the rustling sound of undressing from behind, I turned my head and saw him undressing, revealing his beautiful honey-colored body: "Take it off, I want to see Your Majesty in private without causing other troubles." Attention, you have to dress up like me."

Like returning to the Holy Palace in Rome, I changed into a shameful male favorite outfit.

The loose silk robe was parted from the thighs for easy dancing, and there was nothing inside except a layer of tasseled obscene clothes.Arshaq put on a mask with silver chains for me to cover the scars on my face. Only a pair of blue eyes could be seen on the whole face, like a traditional Persian bride.

I, too, was laughably jittery like a newlywed, and Arshak made fun of me looking around at myself, which made me extremely angry.

"Arsaq." I looked at the opening at the hem of the robe, suddenly felt as if I had eaten a jujube.

"Ok?"

He tidied up my messy hair slowly.

"You and him...you..."

I raised my jaw and stared menacingly at his smiling face in the mirror.

He raised his eyebrows: "No."

"No?" I asked in disbelief.

"He...is sick." Arshak leaned close to my ear, whispering mysteriously, "Men and women are not interested in him, but every time I dance for him, he always wakes up." Do it for yourself, if you know how to dance, you can try it at night."

"Go away."

I slapped Arshak's paw away and moved away. The scene after the banquet suddenly appeared in my mind, and my body surface was slightly hot uncontrollably.

Chapter 102 Dance in the Fire

Perhaps it was because Assassin did not torture people. After nightfall, this thousand-year-old Assyrian ancient city was quite quiet. I followed my attendants up to the largest temple tower in the city.

Its top has a hanging garden earlier than the Babylonian palace. I heard that when the former king Ardashir defeated the Parthians living here, he named the temple tower "Sassan Pearl" and imitated its shape. The organization built a "light tower" in Taixifeng, the capital of the kingdom --- the one I like to climb the most.This may be the reason why Flaviz decided to command the army to occupy here first, which has the symbolic meaning of deterring Persia.

Arshak told me that Flaviz held a divination atop the outcome of the war, and Assassius was there.

I knocked out the attendant leading the way halfway, and stole a dagger to carry with me.At the entrance of the garden, I met the guards guarding the gate, but fortunately, perhaps because of Arshak's identity, they just looked at me with an ambiguous expression, and did not search me too much.

The trees on the top of the tower are lush and lush, and various flowers are in full bloom. There is a mysterious and decadent fragrance in the thick shadows, the smoke is full, and the fire is dim.It's like a paradise in a dream, and it's also like a seductive and depraved secret.

The temple worshiping the gods has been converted into the residence of the emperor. A slender figure is half lying on a Roman-style reclining chair, smoking a cigarette, and another person is standing beside him, leaning over intimately Whisper something to him, a poisonous snake wrapped around his arm hissed, and the dim light interweaved an ambiguous picture.

I don't know who the protagonist of this picture is.I stood there frozen, ready to draw my sword to kill people. Of course, I only wanted to attack Assassin, but it was a pity that I couldn't do it right now.

I stared at him quietly, not knowing when he would leave, but he had no intention of leaving at all, and pointed to the map on the table and talked for a long time.I deliberately eavesdropped on their plans to fight against Persia. Assassin's voice was very low. I heard that they planned to stay in Anatia Bena for a few more days, and then go straight to the hinterland of Persia when another army joins them.

Contradictions arose in my heart, so I changed my pace and walked back.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I took a step forward, a burst of rustling noises approached me.

snake!The panic of this creature prompted me to jump up immediately, and I caught a glimpse of a black figure twisting and twisting a step away. I touched the dagger behind me, and heard footsteps behind me.

"Who's there?" Assassius asked.

A surge of hostility surged to the marrow, and I turned my head in a fake panic, passed him straight, and fell down in front of Flaviz, as if I fell down from fright.Arshak had met Assassius many times, and if he confronted him head-on, he might be seen as flawed.

"So it's you, Arshak." My heart shrank when I heard the familiar voice.

I lowered my head, worried that he would recognize him on the spot, and didn't dare to look up at him from such a close distance, so I leaned on the side of the chair, lit tobacco for him as Arshak asked, and saw Asahi from the corner of my eye. Si glanced at me, snorted coldly, and walked out.I gritted my teeth, only to feel that the canines were itchy, but at this moment, hatred was far less attractive than the people around me.

The candlelight illuminated his crimson nightgown almost transparently, and the undulating muscle lines were looming.My eyes lingered on his open neckline, and I felt that he was thin.His long hair was hanging down the back of the chair, and a few strands fell on the back of my hand. I lost my mind and wanted to touch it, but seeing that he was about to get up, I could bear it no longer.

"What happened to the Persian assassin?

I was stunned for a moment, and didn't dare to answer immediately, coughed a few times, and my voice was subdued and whispered: "It's almost done."

"Bring him to see me tomorrow." Leaning his head on the backrest, he waved his hand carelessly, as if absent-minded, "I'm tired, you should step back first."

I was suddenly a little overwhelmed.Just as he was hesitating what to do, seeing Flaviz lying down again, he had the intention of going to sleep.Reluctantly, I stood up, and inadvertently, I saw a peeping shadow among the shadows of the trees outside—it must be Assassin.

A possessive desire sprang up from his bones.

I walked to the open space in front of the table and bowed my head to Flaviz.Following the opening movement of the dancer in his memory, he bent back, raised one foot, jumped into the air, and landed in front of him like a falcon.

My ankle was in excruciating pain, and I braced my legs tremblingly.

Flaviz raised his jaw, and his eyes froze on me for a moment, a little surprised.

My dance is completely different from that of Arshak, he cannot have the strength of a warrior, Flaviz must be able to tell the difference.I don't know when he will tell me to stop, I just want to dance for him with all my strength.

In this life, he is the only one who dances for him.

Even if he can't remember our past anymore, he has no regrets.

The long-lost piano music sounded vaguely in my ears. I followed the rhythm, jumped, turned, and pitched in more severe pain each time. My eyes swept across the woods again. Assassin was gone. In the sky garden of Nuo Da, it seems that I am the only one left facing him alone, accompanied only by the stars and lamps.

No other bystanders let me let go of all my worries, and my movements were swaying freely, even the silver tassels on the hem of the clothes fell to the ground due to violent movements, intersecting with the silver bracelets on my feet, like the rhythmic sound of a tambourine .

The flame in the floor lamp swayed with my shadow, and the eyes that looked at me became more and more hot, as if it could burn me to ashes, make me fade away from the scars, and be reborn from the ashes.

As soon as the dance was over, I half-kneeled on the ground unsteadily, as if my legs were no longer my own.This torture is not as painful as Yabi's feet, but I bear it willingly.

There was silence, and Flaviz didn't speak, just stared at me.

I was panting profusely with sweat, and looked at him through a mask, and the blood flow accelerated.

"Your dance is very charming." After a long time, he said quietly, his eyes were dark, and there was a prairie fire hidden in the depths.

My heart jumped out of my throat, and I held my breath waiting for his next sentence.

"But you are not Arshak." He stood up and put his hand on the Roman dagger on the table, but did not move.

"I'm not."

I dragged my legs and walked to the table with difficulty, bent my knees to press the blade, and approached his face: "If you want to kill me, do it now, King of Rome."

"What if I don't kill? So what?" He raised his chin, his eyebrows slanted and raised, as if confused and interested, his body leaned back, his robe was open, revealing an ivory-colored chest.

My heart was about to jump out of my throat, and I felt hot all over like a demon. I raised my sweaty hand to touch my chest, and unbuttoned a crumbling button.The silk coat slipped off the shoulders, leaving only the undergarment made of silver tassels underneath.

"I don't bring a weapon." I took a deep breath and said in a mysterious way, "Let me stay with you for a night."

He narrowed his eyes and laughed silently without answering.I can't see through Flaviz's eyes. His eyes are too deep, like a deep pool, and I can only wait with bated breath.This waiting is the most unbearable torture in the world.

I stood awkwardly and anxiously, my fingers unknowingly removed the tassels under the obscene clothes.

He stared at the beads falling on the ground for a long time before he opened his lips coldly: "Is this the self-consciousness of being a captive? Do you think this will save your life? Don't worry, I didn't intend to kill you, I just admired it." Your boldness. But I never thought that you would be so bold as to seduce the emperor of the enemy country."

seduce.

Youhu seemed to have been stripped of a layer of skin, and the flesh was burning hot.

That word really insults my self-esteem.

In the past, if I stood naked in front of him like this, he would never be able to refuse, but now his reaction is as if I am a self-important clown.

I climbed over the table and onto the recliner, propped up on top of him like a leopard.Flaviz drew his sword, and I sat on his lap, close to his ear, and asked in a low voice, "Is that all?"

The cold blade was on the back of my neck, ready to kill me at any time.

I put my chin on his shoulder, and my little finger hooked his little finger: "The light comes... Julyans Flaviz, I said I would come back to you."

The body below him visibly stiffened.I always vaguely feel that the experience in the underworld will be his only memory, and it is also the knot of fate that connects us in the dark.

A hand caressed my chin, and I stared at him without moving, letting him lift up my mask, like a newlyweds facing each other quietly.But at this moment, I suddenly panicked. I have never paid attention to my appearance, but I was worried that Flaviz would hate the scar on my face—he used to praise me for being good-looking.

Fearing that he would show a little disgust, I couldn't help but close my eyes and present all my flaws unreservedly in front of him, like a trapped beast restraining its minions.

"Open your eyes." He ordered.

I obediently complied, and the moment my eyes met, a look of surprise burst into his pupils.

"It's really you." He was silent for a while, "After so many years, you haven't aged at all." His slender hands caressed my eyebrows and eyes, and my breathing followed his fingertips.

"I thought you were just a dream of my childhood."

Mourning filled his throat.Sure enough, Flaviz doesn't remember our past, and he does have memories from Hades.Fate is not too cruel to me, although, to him now, I may just be a passer-by by chance, a kind person who once comforted him when he was young.How much weight does it hold in his heart?

Fearing that he would reject me thousands of miles away, I held his wrist and wrote my name stroke by stroke in his palm, eager to confess myself: "I am not a dream, you know."

"Ah Suyin...is that your name?" There were ripples in the deep pool, his face was cloudy, "I always wanted to know who you are and why you appeared in that dream..."

He remembers my name.The great joy made me stunned for a moment, and my heart beat wildly.

We are lovers.

I panicked again and didn't dare to answer like this, for fear of violating Medusa's taboo again, so I kept silent.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't love me anymore, I will always love him alone until the end of my life.

My silence finally dissuaded Flaviz from asking.He pushed me up coldly, but I hooked his neck and pressed his thin lips with the heart of death.I never imagined that I would one day woo in such a clumsy way, but at this moment, it seemed to be the only thing I could do.

I entangled his lips and teeth, poked my hands into his robe, and lit the fire along the flexible waistline like a python's body.Flaviz didn't respond to me, nor did he continue to push back.His body seemed to be set on fire by me, faintly burning with heat.

Regardless of the chrome of the sword cutting into the back, I cling to his body, like a wild cat in heat, curled up in his arms, rubbing his lower abdomen with my buttocks, sticking my tongue into his mouth, clumsily seeking kisses.

I stripped naked and clinged to his body.A thin layer of nightgown was already wet with sweat, and underneath was the charcoal hidden in the ice and snow, which was about to burn vigorously and out of control.

I couldn't help but think of Arshak's words, chewing out a kind of satisfaction in expelling my guilt.Even if you lose your memory, aren't you only interested in me?

Thinking this way, the hand that was reaching down was grasped, and my whole body froze.

"You are really courageous. Just because we have met many years ago, you are sure that I will not kill you?"

He looked down at my face, like a blind man groping in the dark, his eyes filled with mist.

"You won't. If you want me to die, I'm already dead."

I stared at him word by word.He removed the ornaments on his neck, revealing the scar that had cut his throat.I don't know how many days it has been, but it has healed and you can still feel the marks of the stitches when you touch it.

Flaviz's eyes lingered on my neck, his pupils constricted slightly.Is it heartache?I guessed without confidence, leaned up to kiss his neck, sucked his beautiful Adam's apple, tried my best to tease him, hoping that he would respond to me.The repressed thoughts turned into a scourge-like impulse, and even rationality and reserve were defeated.

I kissed the sweat on his chest along the way and bit open his belt.

The crimson cloth spread out, and under the graceful waist were human organs, without the thin scales, like a strange flower bud ready to bloom.Medusa's power faded, and he became normal again, and I couldn't help worrying about the disease that had plagued him in his early years, and that disease had taken away everything from him and his dignity as a man.

My face was burning badly, I lowered my head and buried it between his crotch, and couldn't help but look up at him.

A drunken blush appeared on Flaviz's face.His face was covered with sweat, and his eyes were blurred and dark, reflecting my appearance, like a cat lying on the lakeside because it was too timid to drink water.

He didn't push me away, it was silent encouragement to me.

I put my hands on his knees, opened my mouth to take his half-raised utensil into my lips, and sucked it carefully, without any sense of shame in my heart, as if what I did was pious and pure.Flaviz swelled up quickly in my mouth, and I couldn't even stretch my jaw.The wound in my throat was aching, I had to let go, the fishy and sweet juice overflowed the corner of my mouth, and the things in front of me stood tall, like flowers in full bloom.

A sudden sense of conquest completely ignited my lust.

I didn't dare to look up at his expression.Get up and sit back on his lap, some urgently accommodate him into the body.It's not once or twice that I linger with him. I thought I could do it easily, but I didn't expect that I was still so unfamiliar with sex.Even though he relaxed his muscles and bones without any resistance, it still hurt like the first time.

"First time?" The tempting breath rang in my ears, and I became hard all of a sudden.

The slender fingers are swimming on the side of the neck, like playing a harp: "Then it's not that easy for you to seduce me... At least, it's not as simple as hooking your fingers. Slow down, you're too impatient."

I grabbed his fingers sideways, clamped his slender waist, slowed down, and sat down inch by inch.Flaviz remained motionless, allowing me to open myself with difficulty, but my breathing gradually increased.

The leg injury was split open due to force, bleeding like a broken virgin, I dipped some and wiped it under my body, took a deep breath, and swallowed him whole by lubricating.

The pain has never been so deep.

This time, it's all over to you, Flaviz, I have no love or dignity reserved at all.

Vertigo was overwhelming.

In the silence, there was the slight sound of a flying moth pounced on the candle, and its body burst.

I raised my head and gasped for breath, holding his shoulders up and down slowly, the pain and happiness twisted together at the junction, entangled the internal organs, and even breathed.The breath nearby is real and audible, no longer my vain longing for several months. I gripped his hair tightly, raised my waist slightly and buried him deeply, allowing him to come in and out of my body.

"Julians Flaviets, listen carefully... I don't care who you think I am," I sweated profusely, took a deep breath, and said every word tremblingly, "I love you."

This sentence seemed to make him excited uncontrollably.

The contents in my body swelled up, and my legs were lifted by him, my body fell backwards weightlessly, and my back fell on the cold stone table.

The candlestick was knocked down to the ground with a bang, the flames scattered, lingering and swaying, but it seemed that it was burning on the body, and it was about to burn the body and eat away the bones.

The surrounding lights and shadows are false and unreal, only the figure in front of me is real.

In the mottled shadows, I couldn't see his expression clearly, I could only hear his messy and unbearable breathing, extremely emotional.

He leaned over and put one hand on the side of my head.Silky long hair flowed down my face, and I met his long and narrow eyes in the dark.Like a rain in the depths of the fog, it was misty.He was crying.

"How dare you..." He asked in my ear, his voice hoarse and wet, "Don't you know that this is the most touching lie in the world?"

"If you don't believe me, you can kill me." I whispered like a curse, wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, raised my head and handed over my throat to him, but my body was hit hard, and he penetrated deep Where the muscles and bones are integrated.The blood in my whole body suddenly accumulated at the connection point, and I didn't know where the strength came from, spinning around and pressing him under me.This posture allowed him to go deeper than ever before, so deep that he was almost embedded in his heart.

"Flavitz... I love you."

I tightened my legs, stared down at him and repeated, my voice trembling with jerky movements, my lips were moistened by his eyelashes.I kissed the corners of his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and reached his lips. The penis buried in my body erected like a python. I shrank unbearably. His thighs were pulled away by him, and he penetrated him from bottom to top.

The blood from the wound dripped down the ankle, but the pain was not one ten thousandth of the joy, and I was willing to bear it.

I was almost knocked down, I hugged his back tightly, my five fingers sank into his flesh, and I twisted my waist and hips in coordination with the ground above.The body and him were glued together and entangled closely, as if they had been one since birth.

As if this was not enough, Flaviz sat up and hugged me, his waist was pushed forward vigorously like a bowstring, and the lower part of his body was heavy again and again, the intense pleasure spread from the joint, and it climbed up and down, almost making me unable to breathe. He just tilted his head up and gasped.

The remaining flames were finally extinguished the moment I let out, and dizziness followed in the oncoming darkness.

I collapsed powerlessly and was pressed on the table by him to continue asking.The injury hasn't healed yet, I couldn't hold back his strength, so I could only beg him for mercy, but the sound that came out of my mouth was moaning like a cat.

Maybe the magic had come back to him, making his physical strength inexhaustible, or maybe the separation and memory loss had kept him depressed for too long.The love affair that I initiated became out of control, and Flaviz wanted me again and again, in all kinds of positions that I could not imagine, from the table to the chair, and finally hugged me again. bed.It wasn't until I gradually became weak and fell into a coma that I felt his release in my body.

What he left behind was hot, heart-burning.

When I was drowsy, I vaguely woke up once and saw Flaviz holding a lamp and applying medicine to my legs. His handsome profile was softly eroded by the firelight, as if it had been many years ago.

Notes:

Ardashir: The founder of the Sasanian Dynasty, the first generation of kings.

Chapter 103 full version

What woke me up was a sense of imminent danger.

I opened my eyes and looked around. I was still where I was before I fell asleep.It was raining cats and dogs outside, and the trees were so dense that people didn't know whether it was day or night.The body ached like it was falling apart.There was a smell of burning incense in the room, and the smoke floated in front of my eyes, vaguely forming the outline of a human figure.I stared at the mist, feeling like a person, sitting up vigilantly——Assassius.

"His-"

There was the sound of snakes spattering in my ears.I jumped up, tilted my injured foot, and rolled to the ground all at once.A pair of green lights emerged from the dark bed, and a cobra approached me wagging its head and tail.

I touched the small incense altar next to it and threw it at it, but it dodged it with a flick of its head and wrapped around my calf.I saw its seven inches and grabbed it, and it strangled my arm.At this moment of life and death, there was a sudden "hula" outside the window, and a sharp arrow-like shadow descended from the sky, rolling the snake aside.

I looked over in shock, and saw an eagle step on the snake that attacked me, pecked it hard a few times, and killed it.That eagle with black body and red feathers, majestic and majestic, was actually Altaïr.

"Altaïr, my good girl, why are you here?" I exclaimed in amazement, and rushed towards it.It flapped its wings and flew onto my arm, tilting its head and acting like a baby to me like before.I never dreamed that I would see it again.I looked at its claws with iron rings, which is a sign that someone has raised it.

Could it be Flaviets?How did he tame Altaïr?

At this time, the sound of boots being plated on the stone floor sounded behind him.

With a hula, Altaïr flew to the edge of the deck chair next to him, with his head held high, looking alert and respectful.I was amazed by its submissive attitude, and turned my head in disbelief.

"This eagle is usually fierce