Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

His hand was firmly held by him.The body was pulled into his arms, and the tip of the ear was bitten, which hurt slightly.

"Don't take it off. I don't know why, but I always feel that this earring is especially suitable for you, as if I've seen you wearing it."

Thinking of his behavior after the dance in the Roman palace, I couldn't help but startled.Could this be the one he bit off?No, why would he carry it with him all the time?Obviously can't remember me...

"I found this in my room by chance. I thought it must belong to someone very important to me, so I took it with me. It belongs to you, right?" The voice in the ear was hoarse and deep, which made people feel The bone marrow is weak.Feeling his hand stroking the back of my head, I fell into a familiar yet unfamiliar embrace, unable to extricate myself for a while.

Even if I wanted to hide it, I couldn't deny it. I stretched out a movable hand, wrapped it around his waist, clinging to his lips and teeth, and entangled closely. strength.

The fragrance in the air became more and more fragrant, which seemed to have a paralyzing effect.I have successfully completed this impossible task on weekdays.

Just a moment later, Flaviz's body softened and he fell on top of me.A moment later, he looked up again, and I let go, staring at his face.

His eyes were foggy, and the bottom of his eyes was an unconscious darkness, like a pool of stagnant water without waves.

——Have you been hypnotized?

Even if you lose your memory, are you still in love?

I couldn't help but raised my hand to touch his cheek, smiled wryly, and kissed his lips.After groping around his waist, he found the key to unlock the lock.

"Don't go, Ah Suin. No matter who you are, don't leave me."

The sudden murmur in my ear startled me.

I stood up and grabbed the latch, but there was no movement behind me.I turned my head and saw his pale face reflected in the dim light.My lover sat there in a daze, reaching out to me, looking like a child.

His heart felt like he had been bitten hard, and his hands and feet trembled suddenly.I knelt down and hugged his body, just like he met me at first, like I met him in Hades.I buried my head in front of his chest and took a deep breath of the smell in his clothes. It was as if my lungs were penetrated by tranquilizing liquid, and I became addicted instantly.I peeled off his neckline and pressed my lips to his chest.

For a moment like that, I almost wanted to take this opportunity to possess him and leave my mark on him.But I can't.My hands passed over the satin-smooth skin, I put my arms around his slender neck, and bit his shoulder hard.

Maybe it was because I bit too deeply, Flaviz's body trembled, and he grabbed my wrist with one hand, lest he suddenly wake up, I nervously looked at his face.

He stared at me blankly, with dark shadows under his thick black eyelashes, as if he was crying.

I took off his coat to wrap around my body, and opened the iron bolt on the car door, but Flaviz still didn't let go.A group of infantry stood outside, heavily guarded.

"Let's go for a walk, shall we? Just the two of us." I tried to ask him helplessly.

Flaviz nodded obediently, stood up, and hit his head on the car hood.

I touched his forehead distressedly, led him out of the car, and snuggled into his arms like a real pet slave. "I don't want others to follow us." I whispered, and Flaviz followed suit.With no guards to stop us, I led him through the great vaulted ruins and into the shadows.Behind is a dense forest.

It was clearly spring, but the ground was full of fallen leaves left by winter, stepping on the soles of the feet, making a small, sad sound.

Our shadows dissolve into the shadows of the ruins, as if they have merged with this ancient life and become eternal.

"I'm leaving, Flaviz." I knelt down and kissed the back of his hand.When the dawn is approaching, the night has not faded, so I can't see his expression clearly, and I have the courage to say goodbye to him.

"I hope that in the next life, I will never miss you again."

Chapter 110 [CX]

Perhaps thanks to the blessing of the God of Light, when we fled along the banks of the Tigris River into the Persian border, a sudden rainstorm helped us get rid of our pursuers.

The additional Roman cavalry who were not familiar with the terrain and did not receive instructions from Flaviz were quickly lured into the dangerous wetland by us, set up an ambush and killed them all.In the evening, the swamp was already full of enemy corpses, and Ishkad washed the mud off himself in the nearby river.

Not wanting to be seen by other people, I sat quietly on a stone beside me and counted the number of people.

Even if we kill the pursuers, this time is undoubtedly a fiasco.Only a few dozen people survived, and even the ten core members of the ghost army suffered some injuries. The most serious one was Tatu, who almost had an arm bitten off by a wolf first.After getting the horses at the post station, everyone marched towards the city gate in silence. Ishkad and I walked in front, and Arshak followed closely.

"You shouldn't have come to save me, Ishkad."

I gritted my teeth and said in a low voice.

"That's the only chance. I can't just watch you die. Boumier told me what happened to you..." Ishkad tightened the reins and said in a deep voice, "Besides, this is also His Majesty's will .”

I was startled: "What did you say? Your Majesty the King? Isn't this asking you to die?"

He paused a little beside me, and looked at me sideways: "You are his son, the crown prince. You are also my younger brother, Ah Suin."

I felt like I was stuck in my throat, and I looked back at the remnant soldiers and defeated generals behind me, but I couldn't say anything.

"Don't feel guilty about it. I guess His Majesty the King intends to show weakness besides asking us to save you. It may be his purpose to let the Romans carelessly underestimate the enemy, lure them into the hinterland of Persia, and turn defense into offense."

My chest skipped a beat, and it made sense when I thought about it carefully.Otherwise, His Majesty the King would not deliberately hand over a pass like Anatia Bena to others, and resort to the empty city strategy.What he meant, perhaps, was to let the Romans go down the Tigris River and fight on the Persian territory to take advantage of the familiar terrain.

However, he was willing to pay the price of sacrificing the entire ghost army, and even Ishkad, who had just been promoted to general, was too...

Glancing secretly at Ishkad, he saw that his face was unusually dark and preoccupied.

My heart also sank, a strange feeling was stripped away from the bottom of my heart, but I didn't dare to dig deeper.Perhaps, this is the way of the king, using necessary sacrifices in exchange for greater success and benefits.

Thinking of this, I silently tightened the rein and accelerated the speed.

We were defeated and did not dare to swagger through the city through the main entrance. We entered through the remote side entrance. As soon as we entered the city, we were led into the palace by the royal guards.The moonlight shone on the stone steps paved with malachite, exuding a light blue and cold light, and the guards in black walked along the road, walking neatly and silently.It doesn't feel like meeting the lord of a country, but like a group of prisoners going to the execution ground.

I was extremely nervous and didn't know how to face His Majesty the King, my father.

Once I was a warrior who returned in triumph, but now I am a disgraced loser.He may not punish me, but he may punish others, which is the last thing I want to see.

Entering the atrium along the winding corridor, Nuo Da's hall is very empty, with incense burning in the middle, and light blue smoke curling up, like a fairyland.Apart from His Majesty, only the eunuch Laius, who was always at his side, was present.Not having to face the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty made me secretly relieved.

We knelt down, saluted him together with trepidation, and kissed his ring one by one.

"Ah Thien, my son, get up."

After I kissed his ring, he spoke in a very calm tone, but I felt it was as quiet as the moment before the storm.

I stood up and glanced at Laius beside me.He stared at me with a strange look, as if I was some kind of monster.His Majesty's gaze made me suddenly realize that it was because of the scar on my face.He stared at me silently for a moment, and sporadic anger gradually flashed in his night sky-like eyes.

This look makes me uneasy.

I rubbed my fingers and stood there, a little bewildered.

Laius filled his luminous glass with wine, and he took a sip before calming down his emotions: "I heard that you were almost trapped first. How is the situation in Rome? How many wolf cavalry are there? "

"Report to Your Majesty. There are ten regiments of wolf cavalry, each with 50 soldiers. There are five regiments and more than 2 ordinary regiments. They have followed Assassius to the Nasabine Fortress to attack our forward. The remaining number is about [-]. , have arrived at the mouth of the Tigris River, intending to rebuild the canal, go straight to the Fortress of Amad, and attack the capital." Ishkad stated in a low voice.

His Majesty the King tilted his chin slightly, and seemed to smile faintly, "There is nothing to be afraid of."

Ishkad's body shook suddenly.I immediately bent down to help him, but was preempted by Arshak beside him.He was covering his left chest with his hand, dark color was seeping from the front of his clothes, and his lips were purple.I glanced at His Majesty the King in astonishment, and was about to ask him to call the imperial physician when Arshak knelt down in front of his seat.

On both sides, the guards in black immediately held Arshak's slender neck with their knives.

Seeing this, I hurriedly explained: "Wait, Your Majesty! This is Prince Arshak of Armenia. He has surrendered to Persia. He is the one who took the risk to help us out. We can learn from him."

"Oh? You are Prince Arshak?"

"Please don't call me that, honorable Emperor Shapur, I will be your new loyal servant from now on." Arshak raised his head delicately, his body like a weak willow supporting the wind, "It is you who shines on the Eurasian continent like the sun." I am overwhelmed by your reputation and your brave soldiers."

This flattery was so exaggerated that it only made people smack their tongues, but the speaker did not blush at all. After speaking, he glanced at Ishkad with an admiration.

"Ishkad tried his best to break through the encirclement, but the King of Rome threatened my life, so he was captured. Your Majesty, the Wolf Warrior Army has also lost its strength this time, and our Xiang Army lost hundreds of soldiers."

"Understood." His Majesty the King put down his wine glass, and glanced at them lightly, "Although you are defeated, go down and go to Priest Arald, there will be an imperial doctor to treat you."

As it turns out, all kings love a good word.

Seeing Ishkad and the others retreat, I felt relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Laius, step back first."

Hearing the king's order, I became nervous again.Does he have any orders to give me alone?Even his cronies can't know?

"Yes." Laius reluctantly withdrew from the hall, and glanced at me maliciously before leaving.I don't know why, but I feel that Laius seems to dislike me, which is really unbelievable.

"Come here, my son." His Majesty the King waved to me.

I knelt down in front of his seat, not daring to get too close, but he stretched out his hand and pulled me closer, looking down at my face.I froze in amazement, avoiding meeting his gaze, so I could just stare at the gold thread embroidered into the sun and moon on his robe—it is disrespectful to look directly at the king, even if he is my father.

"Look up, let me take a closer look." He ordered softly, putting his hand on my shoulder, and the reflection of the agate ring made me unable to open my eyes.

I had no choice but to do as I was told.

The wide sleeve brushes my cheek, his fingers touch the corner of my eye, caressing the scar.

I was taken aback by surprise. The same intimate behavior was only done by Flaviz to me, and now it was replaced by another person. Although the real father and son must have been so common before, I still wanted to avoid it.

Watching his gaze land on the earring in his left ear, my heart skipped a beat and my head jerked back.

Chapter 111 [CXI]

Watching his gaze land on the earring in his left ear, my heart skipped a beat and my head jerked back.

My reaction embarrassed His Majesty, his hands froze in the air.It seemed to him that maybe I was rejecting his care.I lowered my head and gave him a buckle: "Your Majesty, Ah Lian is flattered."

"Who did it? This knife would have blinded you."

I gritted my teeth and said truthfully: "King Assassius of Armenia."

His face turned cold, and the air cooled down: "Then he won't die so easily."

"Don't give up on me, father, I will avenge myself."

Realizing what I said, I couldn't help but silence, but saw a strange look in His Majesty's eyes.

"What did you call me?"

I wanted to change my words, but it was too late, so I had to bite the bullet and answer: "Father."

"My child." He smiled, his black eyes rising like the sun and the moon, and he held my wrist, but there was an inexplicable sadness on his face: "I will send the best imperial doctor in the palace to heal me." your face."

I shy away: "No, you don't have to, I don't care about my looks,"

He stared at the earrings with delicate eyes: "Really? But I care."

I froze for a moment, only to feel that there was nothing strange about what I said.After a moment of silence, His Majesty the King let go of his hand: "You are the prince of Persia, the only crown prince, so naturally you must look dignified. You must know that we are a nation that loves beauty, the descendants of the God of Light, and are not as vulgar as the Romans and barbarians."

"Understood." I subconsciously touched the scar on my face, is it really cured?

I leaned over, saluted solemnly, saw him high-five again, and summoned a team of maids, with some food plates, bedding, and even clothes in their hands, as if they had been prepared early in the morning especially to reward me .

I have already lost the battle and received a reward for nothing. I feel ashamed.His face was a little unbearable, and it was burning hot.But my father didn't notice my embarrassment, and only ordered me to try on that new dress.

The maid presented it to me, and I couldn't shirk it.This is a style of riding attire, with a white base, embroidered with a whole golden peacock pattern, the blooming tail feathers unfold from the hem, as if made of silk imported from the Silk Kingdom, it is so gorgeous that it is almost gone It is suitable for men to wear, not to mention traveling on horseback.

I put it on reluctantly, and when I put on the belt, I couldn't help thinking of Flaviz wearing a purple riding suit. If we face each other like this, are we a good match?It must be a good match.

"This riding suit really suits you."

Hearing my father's approval, I smiled a little embarrassedly, and thanked him respectfully.He stood up, trimmed my neckline himself, and dismissed the maid.I stood stiffly and obediently, not knowing how to respond to such love, because it was too extravagant for me.

"Taking advantage of these few days, you take good care of your body, my son, we will soon go out to meet the enemy. I have arranged a residence for you in the palace, where your uncle Hozmir once lived. Let Rai Erce will take you there."

I bowed to him and replied gratefully: "Yes, Father."

【

On the way to the bedroom, Laius still treated me unkindly, with sarcasm showing between the lines from time to time, as if I was a fake prince climbing high.I hinted at him by insinuating that I would reveal his attitude to the king, so he restrained himself a lot and dared not offend me lightly.

Hozmeer's residence is next to the moat, and he can overlook the rolling mountains on the other side, and the snow on the peak has not yet melted.Next to it is the tall light tower, which is connected by a suspension bridge, but the bridge is now loose, and the chains are covered with vines, which looks like a spider plant from a distance.

Hozmir was imprisoned in the attic on the top of the tower, eating fast and chanting scriptures for several years, and then escaped from the palace by crossing the river with the help of his wife, and has not been heard from since then.Laius told me so with a complex and unpredictable expression.He also said that after His Majesty the King officially ascended the throne, he sealed this place up and never allowed others to set foot there, in memory of his elder brother.

I climbed up the spiral staircase and asked Laius about the details of the past, as if I could see the scene at that time through the vines extending to the dome.I can't help but wonder, at this moment many years ago, what kind of state of mind did the person who climbed up the ladder like me have?

He is also a noble prince, but he is confined here. He can overlook the entire ancient and magnificent capital, and he can get close to the lofty and vast sky, but both of these are far away from him, as if he is in a third realm isolated from the world. .

My palm brushed against the dusty ivory fence, and I couldn't help becoming more and more curious about Hozmir's unknown past.

All I know is the well-known story.

After Shahrvi's downfall, he intended to mobilize his army to rebel. Horzmir was afraid of his revenge, so he fled Persia for self-protection and gave up his right to succession.So his younger brother, my father, became the new king as a matter of course after suppressing the rebellious party of Shahrvi and his gang.

But this is inconsistent with what Laius said. If Hozmir left the court because he was afraid of Shahrvi's influence, how could he have time to be confined to this tower for several years?

But when I asked Laius again, he refused to go into details, but shook his head, saying that revealing such secrets was taboo, and that if found out, he would be punished by cutting his nose and eyes.

I sneered and gave up, knowing that Laius wanted me to discover it myself, otherwise he would not have started it.

This person is not shallow, and he has a grudge against me for some reason, so he must be careful and guard against it.

Before entering the palace, I looked up at the top of the light tower, feeling a little strange in my heart.

Since I came to Taixifeng, I often like to climb up and stay on the top of the tower.It gave me an inexplicable sense of belonging there.But I never knew that there was a person imprisoned there who looked at the scenery from the same angle as me.

It's amazing.

While the attendants were cleaning the hall, I wandered around this dusty place for several years.The items are all old, but fortunately they are all of high quality. Except for the carpets and tapestries, nothing has been eroded by the years, and they are very well preserved. After a little cleaning, they will look brand new.

I went to the terrace and stopped for a picture frame covered by silk.A strange impetus drove me to take it off, and the moment I saw the contents of the painting, I couldn't help being stunned.

Even though it is somewhat blurred, it can still be discerned that the painting is a very beautiful long-haired boy.It was Holzmeer in his youth, wearing the exact same riding outfit as I was wearing.

I looked down at my chest, and even the peacock's posture of raising its head and singing was no different.

Was this clothes worn by Hozmir?

Why did the king give me his robes and dwelling place?A strange feeling in my chest spread like ripples. I instinctively raised my hand to touch the painting, but I heard footsteps behind me.

"Prince Holzmir was beautiful back then, wasn't he?" Laieel wiped the frame of the painting, and carefully covered it back with a cloth, feeling a bit disappointed, "Your Majesty never allowed others to see this portrait."

With a thump in my heart, I couldn't help thinking of Flaviz, who had treated me the same way.Could it be that His Majesty the King is treating Prince Hozmir...

No, no, they are brothers, how is it possible?

I shook my head to dismiss this extremely absurd idea, walked to the edge of the terrace, looked across the moat to the opposite bank, and felt sore in my throat.What happens when Flaviz wakes up?I dare not think of this answer.

After the attendants left, I left the palace privately and went to the south of Tessiphon, where Badr, the most prestigious Jewish witch doctor in Persia, lived. He was an outstanding prophet, and I hoped that he could help me.

As dusk fell, I walked through the bustling bazaar to the place where I had set foot many years ago.At that time, I didn't believe Baldr's prophecy, and even scoffed at his words, but it turned out that he didn't deceive me.I rang the two huge brass bells hanging on the wooden door, and they made a strange and mysterious sound.

But no one responded to me.Badr is a curmudgeon, and I waited until the sun went down before he opened the door.

I took off my cloak and saw that it was me, the uninvited guest. This cunning Jew was about to close the door immediately. I drew my knife against his door latch, and smiled at him: "Long time no see, old friend."

Last time I beat him up, this guy must still hold his grudge.I was hesitating whether to threaten him with force, but his eyes were fixed on my clothes.

"This, isn't this the royal costume? Could it be..." He raised his eyes and scanned my face, "Are you the king's illegitimate son?"

I raised my eyebrows and narrowed my eyes: "Be careful with your words."

He grinned "haha" and laughed: "You can cut off my tongue, but then you won't be able to ask what you want to know." After finishing speaking, he looked at me with a complicated and indistinguishable expression, "Young man Man, you must be suffering from illness, and your face looks so strange."

"It's not a disease." I pushed the door and walked in, not knowing how to speak.There was a smell of medicinal herbs in the dark room, a pot of unknown liquid was burning in the fireplace, a mess of ancient books and a crystal ball were placed on the table.Last time, this guy relied on this to get the news that Flaviz was still alive.

This time, can he help me too?

Chapter 112 [CXII]

Last time, this guy relied on this to get the news that Flaviz was still alive.

This time, can he help me too?

I put the gold coin my father had given me on the table, and the Jew immediately opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to take it.I pressed his wrist and lowered my voice: "If you dare to leak the secret..."

"The psychic is the same as the dead, always keeping secrets." He hissed, grabbed my wrist with his backhand, put it on the crystal ball, and closed his eyes mysteriously, "Oh, let me see what troubles you, Young prince."

As I said, I dripped the blood from my palm on the surface of the crystal ball, and immediately the red color like shreds of tobacco gushed out of the ball, twisting and winding, sometimes agglomerating into a human shape, and sometimes changing into a snake shape, as if trying to climb out of this transparent container, The palms are slightly hot.The stomach felt unwell again, and looking inside the sphere again, the red silk formed a shadow that looked like a baby.As if staggering and crawling.

As if being scalded, I withdrew my hand.

The Jew stared at me in disbelief, as if he had seen some monster.His face was very ugly, he stood up as if he was sitting on pins and needles, and pointed to the door: "Get out of here, don't bring evil spirits to me."

I sat motionless, knowing that this person could help me.But he has a strange temper, no matter how much I threaten and lure him, he will not refuse, and I am determined to give the order to drive away. In the end, I had to provoke him, saying that he is just an opportunistic magic stick, not a prophet at all, and he will come across difficult puzzles. Being a coward, I'll smash his house down and let everyone know that there's a wandering Jewish crook living here.

It worked.

He blew his beard and stared angrily, and began to rummage through the pile of ancient books that were too rotten to recognize their names on the bookshelf, and finally took out a locked black book.With just one glance, I knew it must be this book he was looking for.The same book, I saw it at Flaviz.

Open the book cover, the first page is a whole side of ancient Greek.Thanks to Flaviets, I also know a lot of Greek words, and I saw the obscure word "shadow of myth" at first sight.

"'Shadow of Myth,' what does that mean?"

I pointed to that word and asked.

"The backside of the myth, the projection of the myth. Since ancient times, Greek mythology has presented people with the side they want to see, but here is the story behind the myth, recording those unknown things, the behind the great heroes. Dark and nasty demons hide secrets."

The Jew stared into my eyes and turned the page to the middle. That part was about Medusa, and there was a portrait of a snake-haired woman, but strangely, she was holding a baby in her arms.

"I don't think you know the truth that Medusa once conceived a child for Poseidon, the god of the sea. The child carried all her love and could dissolve her hatred for Poseidon and Athena's curse on her, and become Back to a normal person. She wanted to give birth to this child, so she lingered in the Parthenon Temple and refused to leave, and was killed by Perseus. The soul of the child was attached to the mirror shield that killed her , and sleep with her in the ground forever."

"What does this have to do with me?" I looked at the portrait on the parchment page and felt Medusa smiling at me.

"Because of this obsession, she will make her believers and their lovers have an heir. As long as the child is born normally, her resentment will be resolved. You don't have to be troubled, I can help you get rid of this cursed product, If you want me to do this." He picked up a small copper bottle with a thin mouth and shook it, "After all, this child is not an entity, but just a mass of illusory obsession."

obsession.I subconsciously covered my abdomen, and my heart was grabbed by a small hand.In front of my eyes appeared the little figure who had gone away from the Hades, those translucent and pure eyes of different colors, so innocent and lovely, full of longing for love.

After clearly making the determination to cut off all ties with Flaviz, he wavered again.

"Here." He handed the bottle to me, "Drink it, and when you wake up, it won't haunt you anymore."

I unscrewed the bottle, and there was a strong smell of herbs and blood.Fearing that the contents of this bottle would kill the part of my body that belonged to Flaviz, I quickly put the cap on the bottle: "You said that as long as the child is born normally, the curse of Medusa can be resolved, it is true Is it?"

The Jew stroked his curly beard: "You have been to the underworld once, haven't you?"

I was amazed at the superb mind reading ability of this Jew, who even knew that I had been to Hades, so I nodded.

"Where you lost your heir."

I was surprised again.

"If you want the offspring in your womb to come to the world, you have to go to Hades again, but that will cut your lifespan by half, are you willing?"

My heart lightened, and I nodded without hesitation, pointing to the bag of gold coins I brought with me: "If you can help me, I will send someone to bring more rewards."

He glanced at the heavy cowhide bag, and went to the back room, crackling and fumbling about something. It seemed as long as a century before I heard him shouting inside: "Come in."

I removed my clothes according to the instructions of the Jews, and immersed them in a large wooden barrel of liquid medicine he had prepared earlier. Although I had prepared well, when he threw a live snake into the barrel, I was so shocked that I almost jumped out of the barrel. pop out.

The Jews told me this was a necessary procedure, so I had to endure it forcefully. Fortunately, the snakes didn't attack me, they just squirmed in my stomach.

The liquid medicine thick as ink gradually emitted smoke like boiling, which made me feel like I was in an illusion.After a while, the surrounding light and darkness alternated, and I seemed to be in the underworld again. A small figure came from the depths of the smoke. object.

The object was alive, trembling and undulating, as if breathing.

Suddenly, there was a loud cry like a baby's cry.

I stood up in fright, and at a glance I saw the moving outline in my hand, and I froze there.

"It's nothing strange. This ghost has the blood of the Gorgon. It's a creature of the underworld. It will only become a human when it grows to a certain age. You take him and leave my place quickly!"

A palm-sized pink mass curled up in the palm of the hand, it looked like a four-legged snake with a big head, but its eyes were as big and round as a kitten, surprisingly bright, with a pair of pupils of very different colors, one blue and one green.As if seeing me, he blinked tearfully, like a baby seeing its mother, a small webbed on the back of my hand.

My heart trembled violently, and I raised my arms to hug this strange-shaped little guy into my arms. With a slight tremor, he stuck tightly to my chest like a gecko, motionless.

After trying to get used to it, I turned out of the bathtub, and the Jew stared at my chest like a ghost, avoiding it from a distance, as if he was afraid that I would approach him with the "ghost thing" in his mouth.

I suddenly wanted to laugh, so I stood where I was and gave him a grateful bow, and then left.

【

It was almost late at night when I returned to the palace, I dismissed the guards who were waiting, closed the doors and windows, and let the little thing in my arms out of my clothes.

He was clingy like a baby, and even rubbed his mouth against my flat chest, as if he was craving for milk.I embarrassingly carried him to the bed, but his eyes widened in a daze, as if he was about to cry in the next moment.Fearing that he would really make a sound, I had no choice but to cut off my finger and feed him milk.

Now the little guy finally calmed down, smoking with relish, and his little tail was tightly wrapped around my wrist.

I lay down on the bed in distress, knowing I was in big trouble.I have no experience in raising children, let alone a man, so I won't be able to find Flaviz for a while, what should I do?

After thinking hard for a while, I was exhausted and fell asleep.When he woke up, the little guy was surprisingly quiet and had already fallen into a deep sleep.Fearing that the little guy might be dead, I couldn't help touching his tender and weird little body, feeling the ups and downs of breathing, and a strange warmth suddenly gushed out from the bottom of my heart.

Flavius ​​and my... son?

The offspring of two men, this is an unbelievable thing, but it is really in front of me, this is the evidence of our love.

Thinking of this, I missed Flaviz more and more, and pictured a happy scene in my mind, but that kind of family happiness may only be a luxury.

——Luxury?Realizing what I was thinking, I couldn't help but startle.Do people like me long for a home?

Twirling the little guy's tail with his hands, he remembered that he hadn't been named yet.What should he be named after?I thought of all the supreme Persian gods, and wanted to give him the best name, but suddenly remembered the long-lost nickname.And what could be better for the pixie in sight than the name of that little Greek god of love?

"Hey, little Cupid." I whispered, completely like a real father, the little guy raised his head as if in response, and looked at me with a pair of big eyes blinking.

"When will you turn into a human form, I'll save you..." Suddenly, I was a little embarrassed, and I rubbed Cupid's triangular head in a little overwhelmed, "... Where's Mom?"

As beautiful as Flaviz must be, I thought.The little guy rubbed my palm and clicked his mouth, as if he pronounced the syllable "Papa".

I couldn't help but put it in my arms and kissed it.

"Click", in the silence, there was a slight movement from the direction of the door.Like human footsteps.I nervously stuffed the little guy into my clothes, put on a coat, walked to the door, and looked through the gap.In the long corridor, a slender figure stood holding a candle, it turned out to be the father.

In the middle of the night...what is father sitting here?

Chapter 113 [CXIII]

In the middle of the night...what is father sitting here?

I saw him raise his hand, as if he was about to knock on the door, and my heart immediately hung in my throat - if he wanted to see me, I couldn't close the door and disappear.At that moment, the little guy flinched in his clothes, and my heart pounded suddenly. Seeing his hand hanging in the air, he finally turned around as if intending to leave, and a stone fell on his chest.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, he turned back and pushed the door with his hand.

The door opened—I forgot to lock it.

My body was faster than my brain, and I rushed back to bed like lightning, pretending to be asleep.Fortunately, I was dexterous and didn't make any noise, otherwise I must have exposed my secrets.

There was a slight knocking of the door.

The sound of the soft leather boots touching the ground was barely audible, and they were slowly moving towards the bed. A strange scent of incense filled the air, and for a moment, my mind was slightly dizzy.But at this moment, the little thing in my arms struggled, and my nipples felt a stinging pain from being sucked and bitten, and it was as if the tip of a needle was approaching my brain.

The dizziness disappeared without a trace.

What is the father going to do?A strange tension enveloped my body, and I held my breath when I heard footsteps approaching the bed.The candlelight shone on my face, and there was a slight warmth mixed with a blazing feeling. A hand was gently walking on my cheek, as if to test whether I was falling into a deep sleep.

I instinctively closed my eyes and didn't move, sweating all over.

The fingers on the cheek caressed to the neckline, lingering.The warmth on the skin is stronger, it seems that it is not just the temperature of candlelight