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Like a god of death, hiding behind you like a shadow, you can't catch, touch, or even grasp a clue.

Once again, Tyrael escaped.

Once again, Tyrael slapped the royal family in the face.

The area that has always been calm seems to be the eve of a storm, hot and oppressive, with dark tides surging.

A butterfly flaps its wings lightly, and a predicted tornado will sweep the whole world.

"Trash! Trash! It's all a bunch of trash!"

The white pigeon flapped its wings and flew towards the blue sky, making the cool wind howl.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, there is an impregnable royal city, a sacred place for the royal family that is difficult for outsiders to set foot on.

The hands supporting the throne trembled uncontrollably, and bulging veins floated on the well-maintained white back, hideous and abrupt, and the fingers clasped tightly on the back, as if they were about to squeeze the silver back into pieces. Powder is average.

The long-haired man's chest heaved up and down because of anger, and he was condescending. The anger in his eyes seemed to burn everyone present to ashes.

The royal family and nobles stood in two rows on both sides of the bottom, silent and expressionless, quietly bearing the reprimand and abuse from the ruler of this world. How long has it been since he lost his composure and poured water on his body?

If the first massacre of the Black family could still control the emotions, this time the chaos of Princess Margaret's engagement ceremony and the leak of the royal scandal were enough to make their king furious.

It is enough to keep quiet at this time.

No one wanted to jump out and cause trouble, although each of them knew that if they caught Tyrael, they would get the king's favor and reward, but it was Tyrael after all.

A tragedy of the Black family is enough to make each of them feel terrified, not to mention that even Princess Margaret was driven crazy by Tyrell.

"Arthur." The long-haired man wearing the crown called out a person's name.

"Your Majesty." With a black belt tied around his waist, a man in a military uniform stepped on a pair of black boots and stood up. The boots made a crisp sound on the cold marble floor, and the reverberation echoed in the extraordinarily quiet palace. .

"You once had a relationship with Tyrell, and the task of capturing Tyrell is up to you." Slightly raising his jaw, the long-haired man wearing a crown squinted his eyes at the man named Arthur, with a low voice The voice overflowed from his throat, "Three months, I will give you three months to catch Tyrell! After three months, if you can't bring Tyrell back—"

"You never have to come back, understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the calm man replied loudly with no expression on his face.

Hearing these words, many people present secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The current situation is that everyone is in danger. Before it is confirmed that Tyrell has been arrested, he can't wait to stay in a heavily guarded home every day. When traveling, he must be surrounded by seven or eight layers of bodyguards. He wishes to be as far away from Tyrell as possible. It's okay to joke about his wealth and life and rush to arrest Tyrell for the king.

No one wanted to be the second Black family, but at this moment, someone jumped out.

"Your Majesty, please give me a chance to help His Majesty catch Tyrell, and give me a chance to avenge our Black family for my father, mother, brothers and sisters!"

A handsome silver-haired man, Black Jr., the new mayor of City C, the only bloodline heir of the Black family.

There was deep-seated hatred and anger in the cold eyes, Little Blake stared at the long-haired man sitting on the throne without fear, his roaring voice seemed to be able to shake the determination and anger of the mountains : "Your Majesty, please allow me to assist Sir Arthur in arresting Tyrell!"

Not far away, He Hongxue stood calmly like an outsider from the beginning to the end, as if she didn't care about what happened outside.

Little Black and He Hongxue are currently in an alliance, and only they themselves know about this.

He Hongxue and Little Black discussed to catch that man before the royal family found Tyrell. They both knew that Little Black didn't really want revenge.

The reason for discussing with He Hongxue to join the operation to arrest Tyrell was not decided by Little Black himself. Only Little Black and Ming Chen knew about this matter.

Not surprisingly, Wang agreed to Little Black's request.

Even if they failed to capture Tyrell after three months, the king would not punish Little Black too severely given the fact that Little Black was the only blood of the Black family.

He Hongxue had thought of this point, and Ming Chen had thought of this point a long time ago.

Little Blake looked at Arthur, who was about to cooperate with him, and He Hongxue looked at the back of little Blake. On the ground outside the window, a white dove flapped its wings and flew to the blue sky, drawing white lines one after another in the sky. Next, is a pair of Suhu that is filled with the mellow aroma of coffee beans.

Holding the wooden handle and shaking the bean grinder, the uniform coffee powder diffuses the mellow aroma in the air.

Make yourself a cup of coffee, and the man sitting in the garden enjoys the beautiful and warm sunshine quietly. What could make you feel more comfortable than now?

"I hope you won't be pissed off." There was joy in his voice, and Ming Chen, who was leaning on the recliner, raised his coffee cup towards the blue sky.

Sunshine, garden, cool breeze, quiet.

Such a comfortable life is just like a terrible opponent stalking him. If you don't pay attention, you will fall into this trap and never want to climb out. After all, everything he is enjoying at this moment is a certain Tyrell. The life that most men dreamed of and longed for in childhood.

After warming up slightly, a thin blanket appeared on his body. The man who closed his eyes and rested met He Wenxuan's slightly apologetic and gentle gaze when he opened his eyes, as if a warm wind with the fragrance of flowers brushed his cheeks , soft and beautiful, like a mother's caress from the depths of memory.

He Wenxuan pulled the thin blanket over Ming Chen's body: "You will catch a cold if you sleep here."

Sitting by the recliner, He Wenxuan leaned over and kissed the man's neck and earlobes, always gently rubbing Mingchen's hair, every movement was full of sweet love like nectar.

"What if I fall in love with you..." With a soft sigh, Ming Chen leaned towards He Wenxuan, resting his head on the other's shoulder, and wrapped his hands around He Wenxuan's waist.

"Then love me." With a soft smile, He Wenxuan gently hugged the man who leaned into his arms.

Looking at Ming Chen leaning on his side, He Wenxuan's mouth curled into a helpless and satisfied smile, even though they live together now, even though Ming Chen will not refuse his kisses and hugs, and even sometimes Actively leaning over, but not at first.

Ming Chen didn't reject him, but he didn't take the initiative to accept him either.

Sometimes he will have a strong sense of doubt and unknown, what is Mingchen thinking in his heart, this man is like a cloud of fog, even if he is in it, he can't figure out Mingchen's real thoughts.

This man has a strong defensive mentality. Although Ming Chen has never said anything, and even behaved very gentle and docile, He Wenxuan has already noticed the barrier and defense emanating from his bones, and sometimes he even Guess if Mingchen recalled some things from the past.

There is some panic and guilt in my heart, but He Wenxuan has never been a person who sticks to the past. What has happened in the past cannot be changed, but the future is in his own hands. He can choose to spend the rest of his life loving this man and putting his All his love is given to Mingchen, only to Mingchen.

"I can't wait three months."

"Huh?" Hearing He Wenxuan's voice, Ming Chen raised his head, the afternoon sun made people drowsy, even a cup of coffee would not help, he didn't realize what the other party was talking about for a while.

He Wenxuan hugged Ming Chen and kissed the man without saying a word, a lingering and delicate kiss, sweeter than nectar, more mellow than coffee, the moment the four eyes meet, invisible sparks are wantonly in the air burst.

Fingertips trembled slightly, Ming Chen pursed his lips, leaned back on the recliner and held He Wenxuan's strong arm: "What's wrong?"

"The recent series of things are very wrong. I will only tell you these words. Tyrell's appearance has caused commotion in other areas that are dissatisfied with the royal family in the first area. If you can't catch it within three months If you live in Tyrell, I'm afraid there will be riots in some places, although they don't threaten the whole area..."

He Wenxuan sighed lightly, put Ming Chen's sticker on his forehead, and murmured: "The first district is not stable now, there are still undiscovered contacts of Tyrell in the noble royal family, anyone may be an enemy, whoever They could all be the next Black family."

"Are you scared?" Ming Chen asked.

"I'm just afraid that you will be hurt." He Wenxuan hugged the man, Ming Chen lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

"You will protect me."

"Yes, I will protect you." Laughing softly, He Wenxuan whispered in Ming Chen's ear, "I love you, Ming Chen I love you."

Ming Chen didn't speak, just hugged him and leaned against him.

He Wenxuan can wait until the day Ming Chen responds to him.