Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

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"Ah Thien! We have to go to the next attraction!"

I stared at the man for a long time, and Isos shouted impatiently from outside the door, and I returned to my body, but I was still reluctant to move my feet.Reluctantly, the filming set has already started to be set up in the temple, and the staff are already rushing out.

"Hey, sir, you can't stay here, this place will be closed after ten o'clock!" The photographer who has been taking pictures non-stop issued an order to evict me, and his attitude was very rude.

On the contrary, the big star in front of the camera is very friendly—I don’t know if this is the usual demeanor of Italian men. For a few minutes, he has been staring at me intently, with halos in his naturally seductive deep eyes , I swear I'm about to be sucked out of my soul by him.

Even though I don't believe I like men, I don't want to do anything illegal.

When several people came forward to chase me out, he finally said, "Hey, pretty boy, are you here for some investigation?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the notebook in my hand.

Although she speaks English, she speaks a typical Italian accent, which is gentle and dull, full of magnetism.My heart was like the strings of a cello being plucked by this inexplicable familiar voice, I stood there in a daze, and then nodded like a fool for a moment.

For some reason, the nasal cavity was a little sore.

"Mr. Flaviets..."

"If you don't mind, can you leave me a contact information? I owe you a ticket." He said politely, took out an exquisite custom-made mobile phone from his suit pocket, and walked in front of me.

His thick eyelashes were half drooping, subtly covering those overly charming eyes, making it appear that this sudden strike-up was not at all abrupt.

The black cat that was held in the arms got to the ground and rubbed my calf affectionately.

"Kirius likes you very much. Persian cats are very proud, but they never get close to strangers. Maybe it's because you are like its kind." He made a harmless joke.

"Uh, is it..." I sneaked a glance at the cat.Black hair and blue eyes, really...

I can't help but feel hot on my face.

"This is my number." He flicked the phone screen.

I couldn't refuse, so I dialed the number he gave me at a loss, my fingers were so slippery that I couldn't even press the keys, and when I left the temple in a panic, my palms were full of sweat.

"Why did it take so long? Ishkad is still waiting for us at the next stop!" Issos walked down the long stone ladder with his arms around my shoulders.The thousand-year-old historic site under his feet has been eroded by the years and wind and frost so that the original color cannot be discerned, but it can still be seen that it is a white stone, and it is still wet. It must have rained heavily last night.

A blurry picture suddenly flashed in my mind, and I couldn't help but look back, and vaguely saw a figure standing at the gate of the temple, and blinked vigorously, only to realize that there was really a person standing there.

I don’t know what kind of story he was filming. The Italian star named Flaviz put on a classic Greek-style toga robe. The sunlight woven like light silk made him look like a son of God, and flocks of white doves descended from the sky. , falling around him.Suddenly I wish I was one of them.

Maybe it was because of the sand and dust caught by the sea breeze that hit my face. When I turned around, my eyes were blurred for a moment.

"Oh my god, there's a celebrity filming there, and he actually asked for my phone number!" I raised my hand and boarded the bus without incident.

Afterwards, my thoughts ran out of control like the scenery passing by outside the car window, and the beautiful scenery along the way was also colorless. I turned around half of the island, and even Isos’s eloquent narration seemed to have become Italian——I am a word I couldn't understand it either, and looked at the darkened sky in despair, my mind was still stuck in the temple just now.

It should be an encounter without a follow-up...

Maybe that's what Italians are used to, damn, what was I thinking?

I twisted the cell phone in my trouser pocket, stood up fidgeting and grabbed the pole, feeling that if it rang, I could jump up like grabbing a bomb.

So I found that the driver looked at me a few more times in the rearview mirror, a look of guarding against terrorists.

Understandable --- on a bus full of Iranians.

I rolled my eyes, returned his righteous gaze, and reluctantly took out my mobile phone to prove my innocence.As long as people in the Middle East are ISIS, damn it!

"buzz"...

The bus slammed on the brakes, and I rushed to the ground to catch the culprit who was almost torn apart. I saw the driver's face was pale, and his face was full of tragic escape, so I almost rushed out the door.

"We are students of the archeology department who are going out to investigate."

Angrily showing my student ID card, I retreated into my seat in embarrassment, bowed down in Isos's ghostly eyes, and pressed the answer button carefully—fortunately, it didn't break.

My fingers were trembling a little, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

"Hey, are you free tonight?"

The tone was so natural that it didn't look like inviting a stranger who had just met.

The magnetic male voice is filtered by electric current and is a bit fuzzy, but it seems to be close at hand in the chaotic noise of the car, gentle and undeniable courage.

As if being watched by those bewitching eyes, I involuntarily squeezed the microphone tightly.

"I've booked a cruise, at [-]:[-] p.m., at the port of Piraesf."

I looked at my watch, and there were still six hours before the plane back to Iran. I opened my mouth subconsciously, but I couldn't hold back half a word of rejection.

"I see that the GPS positioning shows that you are nearby, just on the way, and I will pick you up."

"and many more……"

The room for hesitation was cut off before the words fell.

So, does the star's mobile phone still have this kind of advanced function?

The bus stopped at the terminal, and as soon as I landed with my luggage, a wine-red convertible sports car stopped arrogantly in front of the bus, blocking my way impartially.The dazzling shape of the Rolls-Royce Phantom complements the man in the driver's seat.

He rested lazily on the steering wheel with one hand, patted the back of the co-pilot's seat with the other, looked up and smiled at me.The rich suit was unbuttoned, and the shirt was cut low, revealing an ivory chest.

I heard all the Muslim women in the carriage screaming.

Fortunately, a pair of sunglasses covered his eyes so that I wouldn't lose my composure too much. I just uncontrollably moved my unconscious legs like a cash puppet, and opened the car door.

Is it too weird to accept an invitation from a stranger like this?

Before I was allowed to mobilize my mind to think about this problem, my buttocks had already landed on the seat, and the moment a hand wrapped around my waist, a strong fragrance poured into my nostrils.I froze all over as if I had been drugged, turned my head, and my ears brushed against two thin lips, and fireworks exploded in my mind.

"I'm driving a little faster, sit tight."

He glanced at me sideways, the seat belt fastened to my body, and the sports car let out an arrogant roar, blowing sand and mist away.

tbc

The content after the extra episode will be put in the body!It was originally stuffed in the book, because the >_> scale is relatively large, you know, everyone is screaming abuse, put it up to heal it!Guaranteed that the extra sweetness is very rich w I will finish writing and repairing it about this month, and it will be available for pre-sale in early December!