Pharaoh

There was a crisp sound of iron clashing in the room, and Wang Di, who was kneeling on the big soft bed, fiddled with the chains on his feet vigorously. Every time he pulled, the chains made a rattling sound.

With his head down, he seemed a little dejected, listlessly tugging on the chains attached to his ankles to vent his anger.

After tugging for a while, probably tired of it, he let go and climbed out of bed.

You walked a few steps to the right, and a bright mirror taller than a person was vertically embedded in the stone wall, taking his whole body into it.

He took another step closer, pressed one hand on the cold and smooth mirror, and stroked his neck with the other.

On the slender and fair neck reflected in the mirror, there is still a faint trace of blue, but if you don't look carefully, you can't see it.

The bandages on the boy in the mirror had been removed yesterday. I don't know if it was the effect of the secret medicine of the Egyptian royal palace, or it was a problem with the body's own healing power. The wound basically did not leave a scar.

A gust of warm wind blows in from outside the window, blowing past Yu Yu.

The golden hair on the forehead of the boy in the mirror flew up softly, and the light red scar on his forehead that was originally hidden in the golden hair was exposed.

The hand that Yu Yu had been touching his neck subconsciously touched his forehead.

The scar formed there had just fallen off not long ago, and the scar looked deep and obvious. It was as long as a little finger and thin, sliding across the forehead, and the end was hidden into the temple.

Every time I see this scar, I can't help but think of the moment when Bakula slammed his head down on the bluestone on the ground in pain, so the healed place throbbed again. up.

Yu Yu put his hands on the mirror and shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the surging fear.

Then, he bent down and picked up the long chains wrapped around his feet to avoid tripping when he turned around—although the chains have a lot of advantages, but there are also corresponding disadvantages—this is what he did several times. When he turned around, he tripped over the chains under his feet and came to the conclusion.

As soon as the young brother Wang picked up the chain, there was a creak behind him suddenly. He was startled, the chain in his hand fell, and his body subconsciously turned around to look back.

But with the inertia of his turning around, the chain that fell in the air was thrown heavily towards the opposite side by such a flick.

Whoa!

The innocent mirror was smashed by the thrown chain, and it was smashed to pieces immediately.

Unintentionally getting into trouble and frightening himself, the younger brother looked back at a loss, met the young king who was staring at him with a frown and displeasure at the door, and the elder brother Seth who was also looking at him with astonishment. Priest.

Brother Wang opened his eyes wide, looked at the shattered mirror, then at the young king and the great priest.

Blinking his big watery eyes a few times, he looked like I was innocent and I didn't mean to.

The crimson pupils glanced at him lightly, still with obvious displeasure in their eyes, and moved away from him. The young Pharaoh no longer looked at him, turned and walked to the other side of the room.

And the great priest who walked in behind the pharaoh stared at the innocent eyes of the king's brother, and there was a look of obvious disapproval in his eyes-what are you losing your temper again? Only the incompetent will do it by destroying things to vent their anger His behavior, and smashing things in front of the king, isn't it obviously embarrassing to the king—the look in his eyes clearly conveyed all his thoughts.

The young Wangdi wanted to cry but had no tears.

He really didn't mean it, and he wasn't losing his temper, it was definitely just a coincidence.

Who knows how it happened that Atum came in at this time.

"Brother Wang..."

Yugi looked at the displeased Atum anxiously, trying to explain clearly.

In the past few days, Brother Wang's attitude has finally eased up a bit. He doesn't want to cause another incident because of this misunderstanding.

His knee moved only slightly.

"Stand still!"

The young Pharaoh's sudden order made his slightly bent knees freeze in place.

Before Yuyou could react, he suddenly saw Atum walking towards him quickly, and hugged him as soon as he stretched out his hand, but his brows were still tightly frowned, looking quite unhappy.

Although she hugged him, she turned her head to the other side, as if she didn't want to look at him.

Yu Yu was still at a loss, and suddenly found that Seth called the maid to come in, and quickly cleaned out the fragments of the mirror on the ground, and then he understood.

The sharp broken glass was scattered all over the floor just now, and because he was locked in the room, he was used to not wearing shoes, and his feet were bare.

Even if he took a step, the countless tiny pieces of broken glass would plunge into his feet.

Yatum didn't hold the game for too long, and walked two steps forward to the bedside to put the game down, but was held by the game.

The slender eyebrows were raised, and the bright red pupils stared coldly at the game who was staring at him.

"Let go."

He said, with a hint of reprimand.

Youyou let go obediently, allowing Atum to put him down, but he still held on to Atum's cloak with one hand, looked up at him eagerly, his eyes were like a bird worried about being killed by its master Abandoned poor kitten.

The eyes of the young Pharaoh and his brother met, and they looked away immediately.

He straightened up and turned to look at the great priest standing at the door.

Seth was talking to the maids, and then went out with them, probably because he had something to order.

The cloak was tugged.

The young Pharaoh ignored him.

So the cloak was pulled again.

The young Pharaoh turned his head back, lowered his head and glanced at his younger brother from the corner of his eye.

The young Wangdi seemed a little nervous. He glanced at the door from time to time, as if he was worried that someone would come in suddenly. Then, he took a deep breath and stretched out his hands to Yatum.

A gleam of light flickered deep in the pupils of the young Wang Honghong, and he looked down at his younger brother without moving.

After a long time, until the hands that were stretched out to him showed signs of shrinking back because of too long, then he bent down and let his brother's outstretched hands wrap around his neck.

The arms around his neck slowly tightened, leading his waist to bend down a little bit.He stretched out his hand to press on the soft snow-white edge of the bed to keep his bent body balanced.

His younger brother looked up at him from below with his violet pupils open, his slender eyelashes trembling violently due to nervousness, and even the shimmer in his eyes was constantly flickering.

The body that was originally sitting on the bed had already sat up on its knees, straightened its back as much as possible and leaned forward.

The immature face reflected in the pupils of the young Wang Yanhong looked up, and became bigger and bigger because of taking the initiative to move closer.Then, the soft yet slightly stiff lips pressed against his lips.

Rubbing it greenly, he wanted to shrink back in a panic.

Atum's only free hand immediately raised when he felt that Yuyu wanted to retract, and pressed the back of Yuyu's head.Before you could let out a slightly relieved breath, you were swallowed back by the strong force from the back of your head, and pressed your face forward against the opponent's lips again.

There is no gap between the lips and the lips.

The slightly uncomfortable feeling of suffocating caused the game to slide onto Atum's shoulder at some point. The hand tightly pressed the cold gold jewelry on his shoulder, and his nails almost scratched the smooth and shiny pure gold jewelry. Come on.

He moved his head slightly, as if he wanted to struggle because of discomfort, but suddenly remembered something, so he obediently didn't dare to move, but his hands held tighter.

Brother Wang closed his eyes, blinking occasionally, the corners of his eyes cautiously and nervously looked in the direction of the empty doorway at the moment.

The kiss ends.

The young pharaoh straightened up, but the younger brother, who took a few breaths, hesitated for a moment, then tugged at the young king's hand, raised his face and tried to get close to him again, it seemed as if Ask Atum for a kiss.

Yatum also seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then, leaned down slightly again, but just touched Yuyu's lips lightly, and then left.

Then, he stretched out his hand, pressed on his brother's shoulder and pushed him away from his body, creating a distance between them.

"That doesn't count."

The young king's words immediately made Brother Wang's cute face collapse, and he looked at him with aggrieved face, opened his mouth to say something, but caught a glimpse of him standing at the door with a gentle smile, and he didn't know how long he stood there looking The beautiful priestess who had been with her for a long time, suddenly her face, which was a bit thicker but still thin compared to others, boiled instantly.

Shutting his mouth, he rolled on the bed, the chain rattled, and the young Wangdi hugged the big white soft pillow and buried his pink face firmly in it.

The priestess standing at the door smiled and watched the young pharaoh leaning over and rubbing the head of his brother who was lying motionless on the bed and pretending to be dead.

She could easily see a softness in the seemingly cold eyes.

There was a little smile in her slender and charming eyes, then she smiled at the boy king who was walking towards her, and pointed to Seth who was standing outside waiting.

The young king nodded to her and walked out the door.

Isis glanced at the Pharaoh's back, turned around, and walked to the side of the king lying on the bed.

"Brother Wang, is there anything you want to eat? I ordered the servant to bring it over."

Isis lowered her voice, as if coaxing a child.

Wang Di, who was lying on the bed pretending to be dead, moved his head, turned his face completely buried in the soft pillow to one side, and glanced at Isis from the corner of his eyes.

"Laugh if you want."

He said lazily, with a look of resignation on his face.

"How dare I laugh at you."

The beautiful Priestess replied respectfully, but there was a faint smile that couldn't be concealed from the corners of her brows and eyes.

Looking at Isis's half-smile, Yuyu turned over and sat up in a fit of rage.

"Anyway, you all know it."

He said, hammering the soft pillow beside him bitterly.

"That's right, Brother Wang said that...the contract...he would have to repeat it a thousand times before he would forgive me!"

A pact that recognizes each other as the most important people.

Repeat this most sacred of rituals until he has it firmly in his memory.

At that time, his brother Wang told him so, after hesitating for a while, he finally chose to compromise because of Yatum's ugly face and spineless.

"Okay, just kiss, it doesn't matter—"

Brother Wang, who has been completely broken, has an urge to throw the table at this moment.

"But why am I only allowed to kiss once a day!"

In the game, I still had the idea of ​​getting out early and finishing things early. Isn’t it just kissing? It’s no big deal anyway. I’m used to kissing once a day and kissing dozens of times. It doesn’t matter if it’s about a month or so. Atum flinched.

Thinking of this, he decisively swore to the death and charged forward.

But compared to the previous situation where he was stuck with Atum all day long, now he spends much less time alone with Atum.

Although Yatum came here every day recently, he was always followed by people, either Seth or Isis. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he really couldn't do that kind of thing in front of others.

In this way, there are fewer opportunities.

Moreover, it seemed that he shrank back and refused to kiss Atum before, but now it is Atum who refuses to—

Yatum is actually taking revenge on him, definitely taking revenge on him, bastard!

Once a day, a thousand kisses, that's a thousand... Now counting, it's only five, nine hundred and ninety-five more...

It will take at least three years!He doesn't want to be locked here for three years at all! Keep throwing tables!

At this moment, the king of Egypt is bursting into tears with all kinds of entanglement, grief, resentment and resentment.

Right, one more thing.

"Isis."

"what?"

"You taught Seth to say those words to me?"

"How could it be, Your Royal Highness, compared to someone like Seth who can't speak, I might as well confuse you by telling you, isn't it?"

"It's because Seth has no criminal record that it's easier for me to be defenseless. You know this very well, right?"

"...I still have to go to the temple to pray today, Brother Wang, I will take my leave first, and I will let the servants deliver the meals later."

Isis decisively chose to retreat.

She turned and left, her long black hair, which was as beautiful as a waterfall, fell down and draped softly behind her, making her back look even more alluring.

The Egyptian king brother was grinding his teeth at the alluring back of the Egyptian priestess.

-

Located in the dense green forest on the banks of the Nile River at the junction of the Egyptian royal capital and other urban areas, a small but extremely luxurious and exquisite temple is hidden deep in the dense forest.

Winding vines and falling waterfalls hide the way to it from the sun.

However, a pink butterfly-sized thing suddenly flashed through the countless entangled green vines like lightning, and went inside through the waterfall.

Through the long hole in the mountain wall, a wide valley hidden in the nest is revealed.

The roar of the soldiers who were practicing was heard from a huge open space in the mountainous area. The sound echoed around the bottom of the valley, but was blocked by the surrounding cliffs and could not pass through.

On the right side of the peaceful lake, a small temple stands quietly on it.

The little pink thing made a circle around the clear lake, made no sound and went around the back of the temple, avoided several guards, and sneaked in.

On the winding corridor, a thin young man is walking forward in a hurry.He tightly held a small square piece of ceramics in his hand, and the Egyptian characters on it could be vaguely seen from between his fingers.

Descending the stone steps, he walked eagerly to a door.

As soon as he pushed the door, the empty room inside the opened door made the man look astonished. After thinking for a while, he quickly turned and ran in another direction.

Not long after, the corridor also came to an end.

Seeing the figure in front of him, the man showed a nervous expression.

He breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward, and knelt on the ground.

"prince."

He shouted, holding up the ceramic piece in his hand respectfully.

He lowered his head, and out of the corner of his eyes, he could only see the corner of the white cloak that was falling on the ground and fluttering gently in front of him.

The boy who was called by him turned around, the golden headdress of the Eye of Horus on his forehead and the pure golden hair reflected each other in the sunlight, shining beautifully.

He has a white complexion that is completely different from the dark brown man kneeling, which makes his already extremely handsome cheeks even more bright.

He stared at the servant kneeling at his feet. His dark purple pupils didn't look sharp at first glance, and they seemed to be smiling slightly, but the smile didn't soak into it, but because of the extremely deep eyes faintly revealing from the depths. The sense of coercion made people dare not look at him for a second time.

He stood there, under the sun, with a face exactly like that of the young pharaoh of Egypt.

Found it, master!

Compressing the power to the extreme so that she became only the size of a thumb, the pink black magician girl who was circling endlessly in the sky at this moment had her eyes lit up and rushed over.

[Black magician girl, can you feel where the other me is now? 】【Go to him. 】