May you be happy and prosperous

Then again, this kind of act of announcing the wedding without warning and without discussion is a bit like Sha Gaya's style.

Looking at the faces of the accompanying civilians and military officers, "Tomorrow?! You are kidding me", "Did you fucking say it earlier", "What's the situation", all of them were suddenly shocked and did not do any preparations. Feeling panic, Lu Twelve smiled, but he did not forget that he should still be a person who "doesn't understand Vatrun", so he pretended to be calm and stuffed the blooming Cesar bouquet back into the blond man's hand, Sitting on the horseback, he raised his hands to hold his face and let him bend down to get close to him. His black pupils shone brightly, and he deliberately asked, "What are they cheering for?"

"Nothing," Shakya replied calmly, and leaned over to rub the black-haired young man with the tip of his nose. "The Cesar flower, the symbol of Vatren, is in full bloom. They are happy and call whatever they want."

"Oh."

The black-haired young man suppressed a smile, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly. He was on the same horse as Sha Gaya, and when he saw the man lightly ordered the horse under his crotch to turn his head and walk back, the palace was not far away. It was more magnificent from the ground than from the sky. At this time, the kneeling crowd on both sides of the red carpet stood up, waving the blooming Cesar flowers in their hands and waving to them excitedly. Lu Twelve couldn't help but said: "Are they really laughing?"

"Well," Shakya said seriously, "I've said it all, I'm happy."

Lu Twelve said "Oh".

As soon as Lu Twelve finished speaking, he felt the hands fixed around his waist slightly retracted. The man sitting behind him and controlling the mount came over, rubbing the cold tip of his nose against the back of his neck, low and rich. A magnetic voice rang in my ear: "I'm happy too."

Lu Twelve turned his head slightly to observe the emotion on the man's face: "What are you happy about?"

Shakya said solemnly with no expression on his face: "I miss you, it just happened that Byron brought you back—this is the only good thing he has done since he was born."

Lu Twelve corrected, dumbfounded: "He didn't bring me back, he 'kidnapped' me back."

"No matter what, it's good that you are by my side now." Shakya said, "I don't want to see you...I still can't see you."

I don't know if it was the man's deliberate intention or just such a coincidence, when the man seemed to say something important, a gust of warm wind suddenly blew by, and the wind made the plants in their hands and the surrounding trees make a soft "rustling" sound. Shakya's voice was easily buried in it - Lu Twelve originally wanted to subconsciously ask what the man was talking about, but soon he guessed the answer to his question, the joy of meeting just now Finally dispelled by the pain in his chest again, he raised his hand and put it beside Sha Gaya: "I'm here, I won't leave—don't say you want to see me in the future, you can see me in all directions every day, I'll stay here until you get tired of it."

As Lu Twelve finished speaking, he felt that Sakya was laughing against his back, and the vibration in his chest was transmitted to his back. The black-haired young man lowered his eyes to hide the emotion in his eyes.

The people of the royal capital of Vatrun welcomed the most important Flower Moon Festival of the year with joy, and looked forward to witnessing their king's grand wedding tomorrow.

But none of them knew that the seemingly harmonious capital seemed to be in crisis.

A bloody war for the throne of the imperial power is about to break out.

……

The entire ceremony to welcome the second imperial power lasted for less than an hour, after which Byron naturally had the royal palace personnel arrange it properly, and Wu Yu and Yinhua were also treated courteously because they were brought by Byron—it is worth mentioning Yes, Byron seemed very displeased with his brother being so proud of himself when he was about to die. Twelve Zheng and Sha Jiaye were about to flee, but he stopped them again.

"Get married tomorrow?" Byron supported the weapon hanging on his waist with one hand, tilted his head slightly and asked in a volume that only he, Sha Gaya, and Lu Twelve could hear, "Brother, are you already dizzy?" Do you not understand the state of your body?"

He didn't shy away from Lu Twelve—because he was speaking in Vatrun, and when he spoke, he glanced at Lu Twelve ironically, and the latter looked back at him expressionlessly.

As the person who was insulted by his younger brother, Shakya smiled lightly: "I know, but I just do what I want, even if I can't support the Huayue Festival, I can support tomorrow, and that's enough."

Byron made a "tsk" sound, and his pretty face showed obvious impatience: "It's so nice to say, it's really high-sounding-you don't know that after the last king passed away, the sequencer There is a rule to accept his family members, are you fucking forcing me to marry a human? Or do you use the rest!"

As he spoke, his fingers almost poked Lu Twelve's nose—and at this moment, Lu Twelve was first surprised by what this guy said, and then burned with anger. Slapping his fingers away, Shakya, who was standing next to him, also reached out his hand at the same time, grabbed Byron's wrist, and said calmly, "Be careful with your words, I'm not dead yet."

The tone is flat and without ups and downs.

Can't hear much emotion in it.

However, Lu Twelve clearly felt the fierce and dangerous aura coming from the man, and the scene fell silent for a moment. Byron's entire face was almost stiff, and panic and embarrassment flashed across his face. He slammed Sha Gaya's hand away—the latter also released him cooperatively. Byron took a step back, his eyes flickering: "I heard what you said to Wu Yu on the battleship before."

Shakya: "Oh?"

Byron: "You lied to him—in fact, there is no way to take out the weapon at all. As long as Lu Twelve is dead, your weapon will return naturally—he should have died, and you did it yourself. You can't keep him alive until now, this is where the weapons belong."

Shakya smiled.

At the same time, the black-haired young man standing beside him unconsciously turned his eyes away—pretending that he was very interested in the phantom beasts who were moving and tidying up the scene of the welcome ceremony, and successfully concealed His own shock... Yes, he had already guessed that there was such a possibility, but...

Even though he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't hide his shock when he learned the truth.

Who doesn't want to live a long life.

but……

Byron: "You just need to disclose this information to this human being a little bit, I guess he will be willing to die for you, even without your hands, he will commit suicide."

"I haven't thought about this," Shajaye said in a gentle voice, as if he was just having an ordinary conversation with his younger brother, "And you are wrong about one thing, the carrier of the weapon cannot kill itself anyway ——When the carrier of the weapon chooses to self-destroy, the weapon will also be shattered... I told you to read more books and you didn’t listen to it, everything is half-toned, so half-knowledge can easily cause irreparable losses.”

Byron sneered: "You are sure that he will commit suicide for you."

Shakya said "Oh", turned his head and pinched the chin of the black-haired young man beside him, forced his eyes that were looking elsewhere to be aimed at himself, switched back to the lingua franca of the Middle Ages, and said with a smile: "He will, but it doesn't make any sense."

Lu Twelve: "?"

Facing the inexplicable gaze of the black-haired young man, the blond man patted his head: "It's nothing, isn't Vatrun good?"

Lu Twelve answered vaguely with an "ahhh", nodded and said absent-mindedly: "It's very beautiful, the Cesar flowers are very beautiful, it must be very beautiful to decorate the aisle at the wedding tomorrow."

Lu Twelve noticed that when he spoke, Shakya's golden pupils flickered for a moment, and then became darker and darker, as if the surface was dyed into a golden ocean by the sun, but it was not deep. Bottom.

Faced with Sha Gaya's calmness and Lu Twelve's blissful idiot who couldn't understand anything, the second ruler of Vatlun finally couldn't bear it anymore, and stepped forward to Lu Twelve to leave. With sticky eyes between the two, he stared fixedly at the blond man who was taller and stronger than him in front of him: "I gave you the last chance, you get back your weapon, and I can withdraw my troops."

Shakya: "No."

Byron: "Don't you regret it."

Shakya nodded slowly and said with a smile, "I don't regret it."

"For such a trivial matter, for the short lifespan of a person on Earth, you gave up your home planet," Byron's eyes gradually became cold, "You are not worthy of being called an emperor."

"There should always be a choice. I was just being selfish once in a while and chose the one I wanted." Shakya gently looked directly at the anger and resentment from his younger brother, "I am a king, but I There will also be times of fear and cowardice."

"..."

For a moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze in an instant. After hearing Shakya's answer, Byron was silent for a moment—for a moment, Lu Twelve felt that he was about to burst out his emotions, but unexpectedly Unexpectedly, this guy who has always been hot-tempered did not this time. After the anger flashed through those silver pupils, and there was a half-smile and malicious expression on that beautiful face, he turned his head. Staring at Lu Twelve, after a while, he gritted his teeth and said slowly: "I really look forward to the days to come, I will treat you well..."

That tone seemed to be that Lu Twelve had done something heinous.

Lu Twelve blinked.

Byron switched back to the Analects of Watt, sneered at Shakya, and dropped a sentence: "My army will be assembled outside the city tonight, you'd better pray that General Shabak has the ability to block me and Yu from the door Besides, once we break the city, you are no match for us now."

"Ah, I see." Shakya nodded calmly. Lu Twelve looked at him. If he could not understand Vatlun at this moment, with the current harmonious atmosphere, he would never have guessed the conversation between the two brothers. Content, "But tomorrow is my wedding, don't you plan to attend?"

"No need, anyway, I will marry again when the time comes."

After Byron finished speaking, he turned and left.

Leaving Lu Twelve and Sha Gaya alone on the spot, Lu Twelve pulled Sha Gaya's sleeve, resisting the uneasiness in his heart and pretending not to know anything, and asked, "What did Byron say? Looking angry."

Sha Gaya turned around, took a deep look at Lu Twelve, and then replied ambiguously: "He asked about my physical condition."

"Ok?"

"With you, it's much better." Shakya said with a smile, "I should be able to live for another few hundred years."

What to say to live for hundreds of years.

Obviously it won't last for a few days.

This answer was simply too harsh for Lu Twelve.

However, at this moment, he couldn't expose the person in front of him no matter what, he just raised his hand, touched the extremely handsome face of the man in front of him, and then pulled out a smile that he thought might be the hardest smile in his life.

"What's wrong?" Shakya asked.

"It's nothing." Lu Twelve replied, reaching out to hug the man in front of him, "Brother Cai."

"I'm here."

"Come and hug."

"Give me a hug."

……

Things are developing in the most bloody and unbearable direction.

Two people, only one can live.

This is a multiple choice question.

Lu Twelve felt that Sha Gaya was simply too cunning. It was obvious that the two of them should sit down and discuss the topic and finish it together, but Sha Gaya asserted that he decided the answer by himself, and wanted to keep him in the dark.

What a cunning thing to do.