Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

Collapsing on the bed, trembling, I just wanted to rush out and tear the man I respected most from his throne, skin him to pieces.In vain, the anger caused the alcohol to quickly spread to the whole body, and an uncontrollable heat ignited from the body.

I couldn't help but think of the smell of stag blood in the wine, my head became heavier and my body became hotter.

I don't know how long I have been sleeping in a daze, when a series of footsteps can be vaguely heard nearby.Lifting the bedding with one hand, undid my belt, and stripped off my top.In a daze, I heard the crackling of chains, a body covering my back, cold fingers caressing my chest, I trembled, and woke up a little bit from the paralyzed state.

The breathing near the ear is very rapid.I struggled to turn over, and my arms were grasped.A pair of hands drove straight into the belly, like a fish that had been hungry for a long time, and tore off half of my pants.

During the daytime, the eyes of the king appeared in front of my eyes, and I suddenly woke up most of the wine, but my body was still weak, and my clothes were stripped off in an instant.With the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other, the marble-like smooth chest pressed against my hot back, and at the same time a hard object pressed against the back of my buttocks.

I tried my best to twist, but my waist was hugged tighter and my legs were pushed away.The earlobe was bitten gently, and a familiar voice whispered softly, "Who do you think?"

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There was a thunderous shock in my heart.

I stayed for a moment, and the tense strings all over my body loosened with a snap.I collapsed in an instant, limp in his arms, like a tamed cat: "Why do you..."

The words were sealed by soft lips.Flaviz's hand reached under my navel, and couldn't stop teasing my roots, and the fire that had been frightened just now sprang up with a bang.I leaned against the bed sheet stiffly, and I also felt that the buttocks and eyes were like angry pythons ready to go at the tailbone, and I didn't look like a eunuch at all.

My mind was dizzy, I reached out and touched it subconsciously, afraid that I was dreaming at this moment.His body froze, he turned me over, pressed me against the bed, and smiled lightly: "So impatient?"

The room was strangely dark, and only a silhouette could be vaguely glimpsed.His clothes were uncovered, his skin was as white as moonlight, and his beauty was illusory.If this is a dream, don't wake up.I barely lifted my legs that had turned into mud, twisted them around his waist, and hooked him invitingly.

"I thought you became an eunuch, and life would be worse than death... How can you bear such humiliation?"

He straightened up and responded to me with action, burrowing into me inch by inch.The body that hasn't held him for a long time has become dry and tense, and the fitting is as difficult as the first time.Flaviz withdrew shallowly, grinding patiently at the hole. In the quiet space, the lingering sound of wet limbs was terribly clear, mixed with breathing, like wind and rain.

"This is the only way to see you. You are willing to die for me, so what if I suffer a little humiliation?" He lowered his head and kissed the arrow wound on my chest, his posture was lower than ever, as if he had turned into a A cloud of dust.

I've never seen Flaviz like this before, and I couldn't help being stunned for a moment.His love used to be overriding, restraining, and submissive, but from this moment on, we seem to have become each other's rust and bones.

Separation makes us demand each other like crazy, but we dare not make a big noise.Otherwise, it would be a terrible thing to be found out that an imprisoned prince had committed adultery with an eunuch.

We huddled under the blankets and didn't even dare to breathe heavily, but our movements were wilder than ever.I tightly wrapped around Flaviz's waist, and he attacked silently, swinging my waist and hips like I was nailed to the bed.He's thinner than he was a few months ago, and the bump on my hip bone hurts me, but the things underneath him haven't lost any weight.

"Pretending to be an eunuch for a few months, starved you like this?" Alcohol made me speak nonsense.I kissed his Adam's apple, my fingers went deep into his hair, greedily stroked his spine inch by inch, and boldly reached the tailbone.

My crotch was grasped lightly with a sense of punishment, I let out a moan in satisfaction, he was pressed against the wall, he came in from behind, pumped violently, made my legs tremble, and leaked into the quilt in a mess .

"Isn't it all for you? If I keep on pretending, I'm afraid I'm going to commit my old illness again." He held my earlobe in his mouth, refused to back out, and slowly moved his hips, his voice tinged with a bit of ruthlessness, "Seeing you today With his seductive appearance in front of Shapur, I wanted to kill him immediately."

"Me too." I raised my head, leaned on his shoulder in dizziness, and fell on the bed with him.

"But it's not the right time yet. We will escape from here and never come back." He promised softly, stroking the ring on my hand, but his tone was very strong, and he coughed a few times as if he was choking.

I was a little nervous in conditioned reflex, and patted his thin back like when I was a child, and touched a few raised scars with my fingers.It was left a few months ago. He was injured far more seriously than me. How did he survive?I asked him, but he just said lightly that he was lucky, turned over and pressed me down, sealed my lips and kissed me passionately.

After the emotional tide subsided, we lay on the bed together, our fingers intertwined, our necks hugged, and we talked for a long time like an ordinary family, even forgetting where we were.

Flaviz told me that the little one disappeared, perhaps dissipated with Medusa's power, never to appear again.I was grieving like every father who has lost a child, and Flaviz held me in his arms and comforted me softly.

I could hear him mourning, too, and said this in a hoarse voice.

This pre-formed child is the only pure light in the shadow of the intertwined lines of our fate.Although his birth may not conform to the common sense of the world, there is no doubt that he is more worthy of love than gods.

I didn't speak for a long time, Flaviz pulled me up, and we went to the terrace to watch the sunrise together.In the gradually bright morning light, I saw that the imprint on his head had completely faded away, his hair revealed a faint golden luster in the light, his eyebrows and eyes were less sharp and coquettish, revealing the gentle outline in memory.

No matter what he becomes, he is my Flaviz.

"Look, the light has come, Ahruin." He picked me up like he did when he was a child, and lifted me onto the veranda of the balcony.His hands trembled a little, not as strong as when he had strength, but he still held him tightly, and his neck was blue and white due to the force.Carefully, as if holding a priceless treasure.Tiny beads of sweat dripped down his thick eyelashes, and the deep eyes reflected the light mist floating on the desert in the distance, finally allowing me to see the depth clearly at a glance.

It is a love that sinks deep like quicksand.

"Do you remember everything about us?" I combed his wet temples, a few beads of sweat dripped on his fair neck, which was slightly glistening, and it was as slippery as ointment. My heart beat and I lowered my head to suck it off.

His whole body tightened as if he had been scalded: "It's amazing. When I woke up, it seemed like a lifetime. I re-experienced many things in my dream. But there is one thing that I still don't understand."

"Ok?"

"I've seen you a long time ago." He held my foot with one hand, rubbed it gently, tilted his head and looked at me for a long time, as if he wanted to engrave me in his eyes.

"I mean, before I brought you to the temple. That was when I was very young, but you were already young at that time. It was only later that I forgot the memory. So eight years ago when I first When I saw you, there was a feeling of déjà vu.”

I didn't tell him about Hades, so I smiled without saying anything.

"Perhaps before that, we were destined. So you little wild cat, you still can't escape me." He raised his brows, narrowed his narrow eyebrows, and leaned over to kiss me with a bit of complacency Bells on the ankles.Suddenly he smiled again, caressing the scar on my foot very seriously: "You have suffered for so many years."

My heart is soft enough to melt away.The object hadn't rang for a long time, and when he touched it, it made a small tinkling sound. At this moment, a heavy morning bell suddenly sounded from afar.

I sat up straight instinctively, wanting to worship the gods, but my soft and hot lips moved up the road.I slumped against the stone pillar behind me and almost fell off the platform.

I can only be thankful that this place is facing the desert, and only people in the mirage can see us having sex.

The quilt wrapped around his body peeled off to the ground, he half knelt down, and let me ride on his waist, piercing through from bottom to top.

In the morning light, his clothes were almost perfect, the neckline embroidered with roses was slightly open, revealing a snow-colored chest.The eunuch's robes were tied around the waist and sleeves, and there was a headscarf, which looked too feminine, which made his appearance even more beautiful.It is obvious that there is a lewd scene under her body, but there is a kind of ascetic beauty.But who knows, this guy is simply a lustful monster?

I couldn't help stretching out my hand to uncover his neckline, and bit down on him hard. His legs were stretched wide by him, and I fell back and forth nine shallow and one deep.He seems to be deliberately following the rhythm of the morning bell, sending a slap every time it rings, completely destroying the solemnity of the sound: "Do you know, every time I see your pious appearance when you chant sutras, I feel very lustful burn yourself?"

"Evil." I cursed shamefully.Grab him by the back and hold on to a piece of driftwood in the rush of passion.The cloth made a crackling sound.He pulled out and rolled me over, pressing me against the platform.

With a "snap", I received a slap on the buttocks that was neither light nor heavy.

The voice next to my ear was suddenly thin and soft, really like an eunuch: "Don't ruin my clothes, Your Majesty. I will wear them to walk around the palace later. Otherwise, His Majesty the King will find out that we have committed adultery, and it will be a serious matter." Not good..."

I was trembling all over when I heard it, my face was hot, and I was pinched by him again, and I thrust in all of a sudden.The man was lying on the guard platform, half of his body was suspended in the air, and his body was embedded in him, unable to move.Flocks of carrier pigeons flew by in the distant sky, and a heavenly mirage floated in the depths of the desert, and light enveloped everything.

This should have been an extremely sacred moment.I closed my eyes in shame, and Flaviz licked and kissed my earlobe comfortingly, but he remained merciless underneath, until I released it with a groan under the cover of the morning bell.

Chapter 125 [CXXV]

We stayed together until the evening before Flaviz left.From that day on, I pretended to be sick and waited for his news. A few days later, I found a scroll given to me by Flaviz in the food.

I hid in the quilt before I dared to open it.It turned out to be a few lines of Roman love poems written in Latin, the ones he taught me to recite when I was young, and the handwriting is as elegant and handsome as before, revealing wanton and strong affection.

Suddenly, two thin, gorgeous and moist lips appeared in front of his eyes, with a beautiful arc raised, and the words he spit out were heart-piercing.

I didn't even care about pondering the hidden message, I closed my eyes dizzily, and kissed the crumpled scroll intoxicated, like a teenager who just fell in love, and his heart was like honey.

——Although I am not very old, I am a father after all.

But of course, Flaviz doesn't just write love poems to me.

When I was a child, he taught me how to read the hidden secrets of the dead from the tombstones behind the mountains, and I used this method to piece together the messages he conveyed to me.

Days passed, and on an ordinary night, Arshak brought me a map of the palace secret passages provided by Ishkad, marked with red lines, which was enough for me to plan a perfect escape. route.The Parthian royal family lived in this ancient city with a long history. When they were defeated, they used these secret passages to escape and fled all the way into the desert.

This is both grateful and surprising to me.I never intended to ask Ishkad for help, and I never wanted him to dereliction of duty because of me, lose his honor and important position, and fall into such a situation. This may be the only way I can repay him and my adoptive father.

But Ishkad is far more stubborn and affectionate than I am.

"He said that he will always regard you as his younger brother. When you are in trouble, he will never stand by." When Arshak said this, there was an unconcealable sourness in his eyes.

I had to sincerely say sorry and ask him to thank Ishkad.

Arshak stared at me for a long time, then curled his lips and smirked: "'Sorry.' You are really ignorant and hard-edged sometimes. To be honest, I used to hate you."

"Then why are you willing to help me?" I asked back.

"I don't know, maybe it's because I'm also looking forward to your leaving." He thought for a while and answered with a smile.

I was speechless for a while: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

I have always believed that there is no unconditional trust in the world, except for blood relationship and life-and-death acquaintance, especially Arshak, a hostage who was once taken by us.It's unbelievable for me to repay grievances with kindness.For a long time in my world, the relationship between people is no different from that of a wild beast hunting ground.kill, or be killed.With the exception of members of the Legion, every stranger we meet may be the soul of our sword.

But Arshak is different. He is extremely flexible and can survive anywhere like a liquid. He seems to live without shape or even edges and corners, but he always flows in the direction he yearns for, although there are some twists and turns.

But even someone as stubborn as a rock like Ishkad has been eroded out of the ditch by him.

He shrugged. "If you could teach me how to make Ishkad laugh."

It was such a conundrum that I was again speechless.

"Just kidding." He tilted his head and looked at me for a long time. "Would you be upset if I said I would? Well, I appreciate you, is that a reason? I always hope that I can live To be as brave as you are, to cut through the grasp of fate like the tip of a knife."

I laughed too: "I'm not brave. At least not now, not."

A few days later, a eunuch summoned me to the king, where I knew I was going to attend a special ceremony.It was a spiritual ceremony for my father.

It is rumored that invocation is a taboo dark witchcraft, which will awaken the evil god Angela and trigger a disaster that will destroy the world.In the ancient Persian scriptures, the holy king Jamshid was assassinated by the snake king Hazak and died because of the use of spiritualism.I only know that some cultists in the folk dare to do this secretly, and no royal family member has ever touched it.Once the soul-calling ceremony fails, the darkness will eat back the soul-caller and swallow him into the underworld.

It made me almost suspect that my uncle was crazy.

When I passed the tower, I looked up to the sky, and the pointed tower pierced straight into a haze that covered the moon, like a hand reaching out, trying to penetrate it and touch the distant sky.

If my father's soul is still imprisoned there, he must be longing for liberation.

Only the living are still unwilling to let go.That obsession is like a severed limb connected by flesh and blood, once paralyzed by the immersion of time, and finally cut off by the cleanest death, turning into a rotten sore.

It exudes a stench, and it also hurts heart-piercingly.

The pain was maddening, so everything was done to get the wound closed.

I never knew this feeling.But if spiritualism does work, I hope it doesn't.I hope my father can escape his pain and be reunited with my mother in heaven.

The ceremony took place in the Royal Forbidden Gardens.The gorgeous furnishings were cleaned up, and a thick layer of red cinnabar was laid.The malachite pillars on all sides were also painted with dark paint, and the black gauze was hung between the pillars and fluttered in the wind, blocking the light of the wall lamps.The place where the collection is placed has been replaced by a three-legged incense burner, with Indian incense burning inside, and the surrounding area is filled with smoke, gloomy and gloomy, like a ghostly place.

The priests wore black cloaks and worshiped the moon god at the door, but they were completely opposite to the posture of worshiping fire, and their bodies were bent back, as if they were about to break their backs.The cry of crows streaked across the sky, and an indescribable chill rose from the soles of his feet.I touched the key of the shackles in my cuff, and unexpectedly saw a tall figure stepping in from the side corridor.

The man was dressed in priestly clothes, with long robes that reached his ankles, half of his face hidden in the shadows, holding an astrolabe in his hand, and there was a tricky smile at the end of his eyes.It was a nightmare face.

My blood clotted and my body temperature dropped to freezing.

At this moment, I suddenly understood that it was really not an easy task to get out of here.

Shahelvi, who turned his hands into clouds and turned his hands into rain in Persia back then, is back.It must have been instigated by the king that the spirit-calling ceremony would be accepted by the king.

Passing him made me break out in a cold sweat.I glanced around and saw that the Forbidden Garden was heavily guarded, and Ishkad was also standing in it.The moment my eyes intertwined, I saw the uneasiness flickering in his eyes, and nodded.

I dragged the chain and walked in, passed the cobblestone-paved path in the Forbidden Garden, and arrived at the observatory at the end. I saw a red-clothed black-haired figure in the center of the platform at a glance.

I dragged the chain and walked in, passed the cobblestone-paved path in the Forbidden Garden, and arrived at the observatory at the end. I saw a red-clothed black-haired figure in the center of the platform at a glance.

Passing him made me break out in a cold sweat.I glanced around and saw that the Forbidden Garden was heavily guarded, and Ishkad was also standing in it.The moment my eyes intertwined, I saw the uneasiness flickering in his eyes, and nodded.

He lay there quietly.He remained motionless, as if he was looking up at the night sky above his head, but his eyes were closed.He wore the royal forehead and hood, and his robe was as gorgeous as blood, and it was shockingly red.

The wind lifted his hair, and for a moment I thought he was alive.When I got closer, I realized that his cheeks were covered with embalming wax, and his cheeks were deeply sunken, revealing the outline of bones.

I stood there for a long time, looking at this dear relative who brought me into this world, but never had time to say a word to me as a father.There are a lot of words to overflow from the throat, but the brain is blank.I realized I had so little memory of him that even my eulogy was lackluster.

"Soon, you will be able to see your father." A deep raving sounded from behind, a hand was placed on my shoulder, and I took a step back as if I was burned.

The king was wearing a funeral black and gold robe, and his gaze went straight past me and landed on the observatory, like a rusted and blood-stained iron hook, lingering on my father for a long time, and then looked away.

"If the conjuration is unsuccessful, Shahrvi, I will execute you for blasphemy against the royal family, and you will not have a second chance to express your sincerity in allegiance to me."

"I'm a guilty minister, how dare I confuse Your Majesty with nonsense?" Shahrvi walked up to me, the chill emanating from my body made my hairs stand on end, "As long as Your Majesty is willing to do what I say, I will definitely be able to Prince Holzmir was brought back from the Netherworld unscathed.

When he said this, his eyes rested on me maliciously.

It must be about me.

I scanned the surroundings, trying to find Flaviz.I know he must be lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to carry out his plan.

The ceremony began with the crooning of the priests, and the father's relics were thrown into the holy fire altar around the observatory and burned.The gray-blue smoke hangs over the sky, changing shapes in the wind, sometimes like a herd of animals, sometimes like a human figure.I was carried and pushed to the observatory, where a masked priest walked towards me with a dagger that must reveal the cold light.what to do

I struggled up, like a lamb being slaughtered beside my father's body.I was about to open the shackles, but the moment I looked up, I noticed the slender and pale fingers of the knife-wielding man.The thin calluses that brushed against my skin were like fine sand, which immediately relieved me.He is, always has been.I just trust him with all my heart.

The dagger lightly touched my wrist, but it turned back—it was his hand that was cut open, and the blood dripped on the astrolabe, along the notch, and onto my father's face.

I didn't understand why he did this, and I glanced at Shahrvi and the king worriedly, hoping that they wouldn't see any flaws.

Shahelvi muttered aloud, grabbed the dust with one hand and sprinkled it around the observatory, just like a traditional Persian funeral practice.The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the smoke overhead formed a vortex.

"Almighty Angela, please return the soul that longs for light back to the world. In exchange, you can take away his relatives. I have dedicated this fresh life to you!"

It turned out that they were going to exchange my life for my father's.The moment I understood this, my father's body was suddenly lifted by a gust of wind, and he actually floated into the air.My body was swept up by a sharp wind, and before I could grasp anything, my hands were twirling and tightly hugging me.

My body fell down and fell on the edge of the observatory.The vortex-shaped air current attacked Shahelvi like a conscious living creature, and a pair of hands protruded from the smoke. At that moment, I vaguely glimpsed a familiar face.Shahrvi didn't even utter a cry before being enveloped in smoke.Shapur was more surprised than me. He stretched out his hand almost obsessively and wanted to jump, but the vortex in the air had disappeared without a trace.

He was stunned there for a long time, staring at the still silent corpse on the observatory, motionless, his eyes were hollow and black, making people feel that the inside was completely emptied, and there was nothing left. Down.

At that moment I felt that he was no different from the dead.I realized I could kill him now, but when I drew the knife, it missed his chest and knocked him unconscious.

I wanted to hate him, but I just thought he was pathetic.But as a king, he didn't deserve to die.It is undeniable that this dynasty was the most powerful period in Sasanian history.

The guards surrounded us, and Ishkad ordered them to save the king first, and I knew he was buying us time at the same time.Flaviets hugged my body.We stand on the edge of the observatory, with the moat underneath.His eyes were shrouded in thin mist, like the night sky approaching dawn, with a tiny but irresistible light.That is the most devout belief in my life.

"Are you afraid?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, with that usual bewitchment, his voice was distant and hoarse in the wind.

"No. You are here." I shook my head, and he took my hand with one hand, pulled me into his arms forcefully, and jumped with me like a bird flying into the sky for the first time.

It is obviously falling downwards, but it seems to be flying high into the sky.I heard the sound of hunting wind passing by, and the indescribable turmoil in my chest seemed to be bursting, and half of the wings were wrested from each of the two people's bodies. Only by embracing each other can we fly.

***

Perhaps it was because of the blow of the failure of spiritualism that Shapur did not send his pursuers to hunt me and Flaviz immediately.But Persia must not be able to stay.We found our horses at a nearby posting station, and we had hardly left Ctesiphon when news came that the town was sealed off.I know it won't be long before we're wanted in Persia.

We headed west along the Tigris River without stopping.

The dusk was dark, and the wind and sand on the road were very strong, but it didn't stop us from moving forward.At night, we arrived at an ancient city that looked very prosperous.The name here is engraved on the stripped boundary stone, Lit, which means burning in Persian.This is the hub of the Silk Road, where gold and silk trades passed through, and the surrounding countries became rich through this.

Looking at the city walls glowing with fire, I knew we had left Persia.This is the territory of the Yada people.I let out a long breath, took off my hood, and wiped the sand off my face.

"Flavitz?"

There was no response for a long time, one hand was still tightly holding the rein, and the other was around my waist, as if he was asleep, his fingers were cold.

An inexplicable tension surged in my heart, and I called him twice before jumping off the horse.His shoulders suddenly sank, he fell off the horse and fell into my arms, his eyes were closed tightly, his turban was taken off, his face was horribly pale.A moment of great panic hit me, I hurriedly lowered my head to listen to his breath, without any ups and downs.

My heart suddenly fell into the abyss, every inch from my fingertips to my legs trembled.I stroked his cheek, pinched his chin, and breathed him mouth to mouth, but I heard a chuckle in my ear.I was taken aback for a moment, the back of my neck was pressed by the palm, my soft and dry lips pressed against me, and my tongue greedily sucked the body fluid in my mouth.

There was a buzz in my head, I threw off his arm angrily, stood up, stared at the innocent guy on the ground with his head upturned: "You..."

"I was thirsty, so I passed out." His lazy explanation was logical, and his expression was weak, so I couldn't help but have a little doubt.His tone was playful, his eyes were narrowed, and he stared at me without blinking.

I was very angry but couldn't bear to compete with him, so I squatted down and helped him up as soon as my heart softened.

He leaned against me, and I led the horse with one hand, making me almost have the illusion that the one following me was a weak woman——if I didn't want him to be on the bed.

This ancient city famous for its commerce and trade is very lively, with an endless stream of travelers and merchants passing by.We supported each other, walked slowly, and gradually blended into the crowd, like an ordinary and special couple.

It seems to coincide with some grand festival, the street is full of shops with rare treasures, and there are also artists from different countries gathering to dance and music, and the sound of orchestral strings and bamboo is endless.Groups of camels shuttle back and forth with the brigade, and the camel bells jingle melodiously... All this makes me dizzy.In the past ten years, I have never visited the market like this one day, let alone with Flaviz.

There is sweet warmth in my heart.Subconsciously, I secretly held his hand, turned my head sideways, and I barely met his eyes, as if he never left his eyes on the surroundings for a moment, only staying on me.

As if afraid of missing even a moment.

Chapter 126 [CXXVI]

Without warning, a cluster of fireworks exploded overhead.Amidst the splendid flames, the surrounding crowd surged rapidly, and a group of young girls and boys dressed up in Atta danced from the street with exquisite vases, like clusters of blooming flowers, pouring water on the Pedestrians on the road.

I froze for a moment before I realized what holiday it was today. A young girl rushed towards me laughing and splashed all over my body unexpectedly. Flaviz didn't have time to escape and just pulled me into his arms .When we came back to our senses, we were all in a mess, dripping from our faces and heads.

There is no room to hide, and the surroundings are like a storm.I didn't care about anything else, I grabbed Flaviz's hand and got on the horse and ran away. Even so, we didn't escape unharmed, and we were soaked in no time.

"What day is this?" He put his arms around my waist, held up the scarf with one hand to cover me, choked on a few saliva, but still laughed.

I didn't stop until I fled to a sparsely populated place, and told him out of breath that this was the Songkran Festival of the Yada people.He took off the turban, rubbed the water off my head and face, laughed and said, fortunately, after running in the desert for a day, my body was covered in dust, and I took a shower as soon as I came here, so I didn’t have to go back to take a bath at night.

I know that he loves cleanliness very much, even when marching and fighting, he has to carry a bathtub, and I feel distressed and funny to wring out his clothes and long hair for him.He was leaning against the wall, lazily allowing me to wait on him, but I couldn't help feeling a little distracted.

The clothes were soaked in water and became translucent, faintly revealing an attractive flesh color, and the neckline was half open, flowing all the way into the chest along the beautiful collarbone groove.

I worked very hard to keep my eyes from sliding down, but the distance was too close, and I was peeped by him at a glance.

"What do you think?"

He lifted my temples with his wet hands, asked slowly, and in a tone that could drown someone, he scraped off the water droplets from my chin with his thumb.

"My little love god Ah Suin..."

My brain exploded.I grabbed his skirt and pulled his face closer. He lowered his eyes, and his wet eyelashes brushed against my forehead like flying butterflies. I slowly moved closer to his moist lips, and said in a low voice, I want to you.

I want time to stop at this moment forever.

His palm slowly pressed the back of my neck, and kissed my forehead very lightly and solemnly, and his chest was tightly attached to mine.

A few passengers passing by our horses were startled when they saw our appearance, with ambiguous expressions, bowed their heads and whispered and walked over, probably thinking that it was a male prostitute who was soliciting customers on the street.I propped myself up in embarrassment, but Flaviz hugged me tightly with one hand, stared at my back with a gloomy face, and covered me with one hand grabbing the scarf.

Although he was extremely beautiful, his unfriendly expression was really scary. I heard the sound behind him and then disappeared, so I raised my head and kissed him deeply and deeply.

In the middle of the night, we found a remote hotel, near the city gate facing east of Lite, and we left at dawn.Maybe it was because our appearance was too eye-catching, the innkeeper looked at us twice before leaving.

I wondered if I should touch him in the middle of the night to silence him, but I noticed his lovely and young son.I thought of the little guy.I haven't named him yet with Flaviez.The child looked at us timidly through the opposite window, and Flaviz put his arms around my waist from behind and covered the thick linen curtains.

"Don't worry, the news didn't spread that fast." He comforted softly.His slender hand passed over the tassels under the curtain, startling the moths lying on it, and I vaguely remembered his side face staring at the moths in front of the temple window many years ago.

It is a pair of eyes that are unwilling and struggling.

He once broke free from the shackles of fate, climbed to the top of the dome, and fell from the highest place, becoming a slave of the enemy country.It is absolutely impossible for him to accept such calmness.He has never been an open-minded person, he is an unyielding trapped beast.How similar he is to me, otherwise we would not be able to come together.

I didn't have time to ask that night, and he was too indifferent, so indifferent that it made me uneasy.

——It's like the attitude of the deceased who has let go of everything, except for me.This sudden inexplicable thought startled me.

I wanted to ask him, but when I turned around, I brushed against his lips, which covered his ears, and then pressed against his neck.A lingering kiss made me dizzy, and I was lost in his arms.When the lips were glued together and the connection was broken, he had already pressed him onto the hard bed.The bed was very narrow, barely enough for the two of us.The journey of escape was so hard that we hugged each other before we even had time to take off our clothes.

There are no other excessive actions, just clinging to each other.

"You have some secrets to hide from me, don't you? Flaviz?" I leaned on his chest and looked sideways at his dark and confusing pupils.

In the distance, the sound of the brigade crossing the border and the jingling of camel bells sounded inexplicably parting.

Mottled candle flames danced on us, he stared at me for a long time with downcast eyes, grabbed my wrist, and kissed every joint of my body delicately: "What secret do you think?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm afraid that you'll leave suddenly." I grabbed his wrist, which had been tucked in his cuff, and asked why he did that during the spirit calling ceremony.

After asking this question, I caught a glimpse of his wrist and was startled.The skin is smooth and flat, without any scars.Could it be that the power of Medusa returned to his body?

"The soul-caller can only establish a connection with the human world through the blood of his closest relatives. If it is the blood of a person who has no blood relationship, it will cause the ceremony to fail. As a result, Shahrvi was backlashed, and Shapur also broke decades. Lifespan." He squinted his eyes, and a gloomy and cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Although it is a very simple method, it can most effectively damage these two tricky guys. I have made a very careful plan for this."

He smiled and tapped the tip of my nose, "It's just that you were in a coma and didn't know anything."

"Then what's going on with your body." I leaned on him and asked aggressively.

"A miracle. Maybe Medusa removed the curse when she saw my deep affection, leaving me with the ability to heal myself quickly." His slow answer was mysterious, but his attitude seemed reasonable, as if I was a difficult person to coax. children.

I honestly don't believe this statement.I stared at him suspiciously, but remembered the severed tongue that Assassin regenerated before he died, and subconsciously cast my gaze down, my heart trembled.Could it be...

"Don't think about it." He pinched my ears, and a slight sullen expression flashed across his face: "I said that there is my internal agent in the Persian palace, who helped me arrange the executioner before the execution."

It turned out that the executioner was an old eunuch, who couldn't stand the temptation, so he castrated a wild dog's organs to make up for it, but no one went to investigate.