My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

"..."

The grilled fish at night is more fragrant than that at noon.

This time it was baked a little longer, without removing the outermost skin, so it was extra crispy.

As night falls, the clear sky has no clouds to cover the stars, and the indigo-blue clear night sky is like a crystal-clear and round dropstone, with sparkling crystal substances embedded in it.

The island night breeze has a little coolness and humidity of sea water, so if you are not next to the fire, it will be a little cold.

Without a magic wand, the magic barrier couldn't be supported. Troy didn't care much about magic in the past, because the teenagers at that time preferred swordsmanship, but his escape finally let him know the importance of magic.

So in this life, whether it is swordsmanship or magic, the young man is determined to practice hard.

This small world in the forest is full of warmth, and the dancing flames are reflected in the pupils of the two teenagers.

After dinner, Troy threw the fish bones aside casually, turned his head and asked Snoke again, "How is your arm now?"

The red-haired boy moved a little, "It's okay, consciousness and the like have recovered."

"That's good, the cloth can be removed tomorrow morning." Troy smiled, pointing to the tent next to him: "Go to sleep if you are sleepy."

"Not sleepy." Snoke said, "I've been asleep for a whole day already."

"Okay, then I'm sleepy." The blond boy stood up and walked into the tent.

Seeing this, Snoke's eyes were clear.

The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, a little mocking, as if his previous thoughts had been confirmed.

The pampered young man couldn't stand the cold and hard ground outside the tent.

But the smile didn't last long, and Troy came out with a blanket and lay down casually on the grass next to the tent. He seemed very used to lying here and didn't show any discomfort.

Snoke was startled, his smile disappeared, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Troy shook his head and smiled, "Xiao Nuo go, you are the injured."

"..."

Although his purpose was indeed to disguise the identity of that idiot to use Troy, but this—seemed a bit beyond expectations.

Snoke didn't move.

Against the backdrop of the firelight, the handsome side face of the red-haired boy actually showed some vague and uncertain emotions.

"You are a prince, aren't you? Just sleep outside like this?" Snoke mocked lightly.

"...So what?" Troy sat up suddenly, and said with a smile: "The prince has eaten stinky things, and now he just sleeps on the haystack, and it's not a big deal."

"..."

Snook did not reply yet.

Forced to eat leftovers.

The red-haired boy has an impression.

That was in the first world, when Troy was defeated for the first time.

Snoke and his men captured the defeated prince, and eliminated all his remaining henchmen, leaving Troy alone without any helpers.

The red-haired boy liked to see him humiliated and unwilling, and Troy, who had just been imprisoned, showed an unbearable attitude towards everything around him.

Dirty cells, stinking haystacks on beds, walls covered in cobwebs and gallows that are disgusting at first sight.

Flies and mosquitoes are everywhere, and there are mice.

When the high-ranking and noble prince came here for the first time, his spirit was on the verge of collapse—"Let me out of snooker! You dirty and lowly thing!"

"I'll always kill you! Damn poor! I'll always kill you..."

The red-haired boy who came from the corridor of the prison with his back to the light in long boots raised his eyebrows slightly, looked down at his prisoner with condescending eyes, and smiled in a good mood: "But, dear Prince Troy, now , you are the one who is about to die."

Troy stared at him with hatred, "Dirty things..."

Snoke narrowed his eyes slightly, "But, noble prince, your body is now more than twice as dirty as that of me who came out of the slums."

He leaned over and caught a glimpse of the leftovers at the door of the prison, what it looked like when he brought it in, and what it looked like when he brought it out, the boy didn't seem to have touched a single bite.

Seeing this, the red pupils suddenly showed pity, and said pitifully: "I heard that you have been so stubborn that you have not eaten for several days since you came in."

Troy sneered: "That's pig food that only people like you deserve."

"Really?" Snoke squatted down, snapped his fingers, and the activated magic wand glowed a little red.

Troy suddenly felt as if he was being grabbed by the collar, and his whole face was pressed against the prison railing!

Then, the handsome red-haired boy in front of him looked at him with a smile on his face, but the smile was so cold that it made people tremble all over!

"Prince..." Snoke said in a cool voice, "You have been hungry all the time, it's not good."

He put on white gloves, and took out a piece of stinky meat from the leftover bowl. A fly had bitten him just now, and he was extremely disgusting.

Troy showed horror, his voice trembling and choking: "What are you going to do?!"

The piece of meat was getting closer and closer to his mouth, and the unbearable stench came to his nostrils like this, making his stomach churn, as if his internal organs were about to be vomited out!

"Take it away! Take it away!!!"

But the boy's roar was not heard by the people in front of him at all.

"I still remember the food you gave me when you secretly locked me in the basement of the palace and castle." Snook squinted and smiled, "You once said it was delicious."

"Then today, you can try it too."

In the silent night, the bonfire was burning, and the dancing flames were crackling.

The boy sleeping on the haystack seemed to have fallen asleep very early.

He looked calm and breathed evenly, as if he had no grudges or vigilance towards everything around him.

However, if you look closely, you can find that the blond boy's hand has actually been resting on the hilt beside him.

At the moment, the surroundings are extremely quiet, except for occasional movements.

This can be regarded as the first night that the two of them spent on the isolated island in a real sense.

The seabirds also rested on the branches not far away. The sound of the ebb and flow of the sea is gentle and even, like the soothing and peaceful sound of some kind of musical instrument. upwelling.

However, Snoke, who had slept for a long time today, did not feel much sleepy.

He stood up and walked in front of Troy, staring at the boy on the ground indifferently with red pupils.

For his approach, he didn't show much vigilance.

Maybe it's because he regards himself as that Xiao Nuo, so he doesn't worry about it.

And today's apologies are all just to another person.

The blond boy was sorry for his stupidity, for leaving without saying goodbye, for being late for coming back, and for the hurt he had... the hurt?

Snoke squatted down, his deep eyes suddenly fixed on the sleeping boy, his lips parted slightly, and he murmured coldly: "Hey, do you know who I am?"

"..." No one responded.

Troy was in a deep sleep, as if he had been tired all day.

The red-haired boy clenched his fists and didn't ask any more questions. His chest seemed to be on fire and he didn't know how to vent it.

It's ridiculous.

"That's ridiculous, Troy."

"All your apologies should be told to me."

"But you are telling him, what do you have to do to him?"

"All along, you should be sorry for others, it's all me, just me."

Words seemed useless, even though he complained, Snook still felt a fire burning in his heart.

So he suddenly stretched out his hand and tore off the blanket covering the young man.

This action naturally woke up the sleeping person in the next second, and the gripped sword hilt was directly placed on the neck of the red-haired boy!

The blue pupils flashed fiercely, as if there was any change in the person in front of him, he would ruthlessly chop off that head!

But after seeing the face of the young man in front of him clearly, Troy suddenly came back to his senses and was stunned on the spot, "S—Xiao Nuo?!"

After knowing who the other party was, he closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, put down his sword, dispelled the tension just now, opened his eyes again, looked at Snoke helplessly, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

The red-haired boy said blankly: "I'm cold." He picked up the blanket, "I want this."

"Cold?" Troy looked at the tent next to him, a little puzzled: "But the tent has a thermal insulation effect, and there are sleeping bags, so it shouldn't be cold."

"No." Snoke stood up, took Troy's blanket and walked into the tent - "I'm just cold."

That willful posture seemed to deliberately want the blond boy to freeze.

Troy: "..."

OK, it's snooker.

Not doing yourself any favors.

He even deliberately used the image of Xiao Nuo to "do evil".

He leaned against the tree trunk beside the haystack, pursed his mouth, looked helpless, and was a little speechless.

The blue eyes looked at the starry sky quietly, and after a while, hearing that there was no movement in the tent, he said to the red-haired boy in the tent, "After covering the blanket, let's have a good rest."

"..." No one responded from the tent.

Troy didn't care, but suddenly wanted to find the magic wand faster and get out of here.

"Good night." He said again.

But still no response.

...Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Troy thought that getting along with Snoke would be very tiring, after returning to the kingdom, he should pack up his things as soon as possible and continue to travel.

The next second—

"Ah Choo!" The cold wind blew past, and he sneezed violently.

The demeanor Troy tried his best to maintain was inexplicably broken at this moment.

He wiped his nose with a handkerchief and tossed it aside where the garbage was piled.

He originally warned himself not to care about snooker's behavior, but when he thought of being woken up suddenly after sleeping soundly, and having his blanket taken away so that he could lean against the tree trunk to suffer from the cold, the helpless face of the blond boy finally darkened slowly. Resist——Using the ancient language of the country of Aurora, he cursed moderately.

—Anyway, the old saying snooker doesn't understand.

"..."

The red-haired boy in the tent heard the voice, and could imagine Troy's ugly expression at the moment. Maybe it was because he deliberately corrupted the image of "Xiao Nuo" and succeeded in making Troy displeased with "Xiao Nuo". The sourness in my heart suddenly dissipated a lot at this moment.