swear to love heaven

Supporting the edge of the bed with one hand, he jumped lightly, and his body landed on the inner side of the bed without touching the thin white skirt lying on the outer side at all.

Lying down, he breathed a sigh of relief, more like a sigh of regret.

Hur, I'm not used to it.

In her memory, she was alone most of the time, and she had never been so close to anyone, let alone slept in the same bed.

At this moment, Khaleesi beside her really made her very uncomfortable. Lemomena moved a little inward unconsciously, trying to make the distance between the two as wide as possible, although this effort was not enough on a single sheet. The bed looked futile.

"Mena..."

The eyebrows twitched. In the silent night, this soft call was full of fascination. "Um?"

"You're beautiful, you don't have to cover your face all day long, really."

Unexpectedly, she would say this, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she couldn't help raising an arc that no one saw. "Your Highness, your appreciation is quite special."

"I just think you are beautiful, a great beauty." She was very sure of her opinion, and said decisively.

The radian of Yunjuanyunshu at the corner of his lips rose a little more, dyeing a gleam of comfort into the dimly lit eyes, his right hand resting on the back of his head, and his low voice concealed a slight smile. "Understood, go to sleep."

"Hmm." Along the burlap bed sheet, he touched Lemomena's left hand, which was placed flat by his side, and gently squeezed it.

Suddenly, he froze.

The warmth and softness that came from that left hand clearly seeped into the limbs along the hard armor, and even the heart hidden behind the hard armor was wrapped by the delicate temperature that spread out at that moment. It was so fast that Lemomena was a little...unprepared, and he didn't know where to hide those frantic and irregular heartbeats behind his ribs in this dark night.

Fingertips moved lightly, wanting to withdraw his hand, hesitantly, he looked sideways.

It was a side face that was as clear as water in the moonlight, exuding a soft and delicate light, a fragile and fragile light... Long black hair was spread on the pillow, and a layer of dark blue waves flowed between the hair, glistening Moving... The delicate and unique moonlight, the exquisite side profile, quietly took away Lemomena's thoughtful gaze.

In the end, that left hand was quietly held by Khaleesi, with a little embarrassment and willingness.

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Sitting at the table drinking wine, Bashe narrowed his eyelids which were wrinkled like tree bark, and glanced at the slender figure lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

After a while, I saw her moving her arms and beating her legs in a slow rhythm, as if she was sitting in a lively wine shop enjoying the moving music, so comfortable that Bashe wanted to beat her up. Impulse.

"you sure?"

"Yeah." The tempo of his subordinates was fast and slow, and stopped from time to time.

Glancing at those dexterous hands, Bashe swallowed a sip of the spicy wine, and the inexplicable irritability rushed straight to the bottom of his stomach with the hot liquid. "What if that person doesn't give Khaleesi to us?"

"will not."

"Are you that sure? It's possible that he can find the antidote, and even if he can't find the antidote, he may die."

"Without those possibilities, he would send Khaleesi to us obediently."

"You'd better guess it right, otherwise we'll have to search for a needle in a haystack again. The Egyptian side has started to rush, and the little pharaoh is almost impatient to wait."

Opening his eyes, he slowly glanced at the sky outside the window. His slow tone was the same as Sharma's smile, full of laziness and arrogance. "Father, you can drink your wine at ease, after three days, Khaleesi will be ours."

He raised his head and took another sip, grinning with yellow teeth and nodding. "Trust you once."

Sneeringly raising his eyebrows, when he spoke, a piercing light was blocked by the closed eyelids. "When have you never believed it?"

Laughing loudly, Bashe didn't argue, and continued to enjoy his good time with the jug in hand.

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The hasty sound of horseshoes sounded, and the dust raised up filled the mountain road where the air was fresh just now, and a group of people and horses rushed forward quickly and orderly.

When they ran another hourglass at this speed, Muhali, the leader of the team, signaled everyone to get off their horses and rest, and they dispersed in all directions, hiding in the edge of the dense forest for a short rest.

"There's no news about Lemomenna yet, why don't you keep walking towards Hattusha?" Aziz walked over and wiped the sweat off his face.

He pulled down the hood of his cloak, drank water, and nodded. "I didn't see her mark along the way. Maybe she fell behind us. It's too dangerous to stop now. We still go to Hattusa according to the plan and wait for her there. She will definitely go."

"I'm worried that she will run into that group of people again, and if she can deal with them alone, I'm afraid..." His eyes flashed a rare sharpness, and his gentle face was different from before, showing obvious nervousness and worry.

Glancing at the end of the road, his frown also showed worry, and Muhali's tone was still unhurried, without showing too much emotion. "Since we've separated, we can't look around like headless chickens. Lemomena can deal with those people, so don't worry."

Knowing that Muhari is actually the same as himself, Lemomenna is quite worried about being separated. This old guy who has only one expression in his life will never show his inner feelings. "Have you noticed, those men in black are definitely not ordinary robbers, their skills are very powerful."

Nodding his head, recalling the situation that day, it was indeed as Aziz said, these people were definitely not ordinary robbers, they came for Khaleesi, with a clear purpose and well-planned actions.

"We need to speed up and get to Hattusha as soon as possible. If Lemomenna arrives before us, it will be too dangerous for her to appear in front of La Balsa with Khaleesi."

Turning on the horse, he spoke with a smile, the gloom just now was temporarily hidden by the handsome smile. "Then hurry up, Lord Muhari."

With an order, the crowd walked to the horse, turned over and sat on the horse's back, raised their whips to follow Aziz's back who rushed out first, and the sound of horseshoes resounded in the mountains. Can't reverberate.

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Inexplicably, Khaleesi started to have a fever in the middle of the night, and by the time the first morning light appeared in the sky, she had already become unconscious from the fever, and her pale face matched the blush on her cheeks, showing an extremely unhealthy color.

Lemomenna asked Orion about the location of the nearest witch doctor, and then led Kalixi towards the small mountain city...Ya'an City without stopping.

Along the way, Kalixi's symptoms did not improve, she was awake sometimes, and sometimes unconscious, she vomited out all the food she had eaten with great difficulty, and could barely drink a few sips of water.

In just half a day, she looked extremely weak, her petite body was like a burning fireball, scalding Lemomena's arm that had been tightly hugging her.

In order to allow Khaleesi to rest more, they had to stop once every hourglass hour, and it took them a whole day to complete the journey that originally took less than half a day.When they arrived in Ya'an City, the brilliant stars and moons in the sky blew away the heat of the sun and sent a refreshing night breeze into the whole city.

Knocking on the door of a witch doctor's house, she put the unconscious Khaleesi on the bed, took out a money bag and threw it into the witch doctor's hand, the light from her brown eyes almost scared the witch doctor away. There was a heavy purse in it, and Lemomena's suppressed voice had the frightening power of a trapped animal.

"If you cure her, the money belongs to you. If you can't cure her, your life belongs to me." She said, the condensed breath flew into the air along the black robe, and the lights in the room flickered a few times.

"Yes, yes." Stammering and nodding, she put away the purse, trotted to the bed, and began to carefully examine Khaleesi, who was breathing weakly.

The golden shadow falling from the torch on the wall climbed up Lemomena's gloomy brows along the black robe, and the brown hair blocked the turbulent cold light in her eyes that was sinking and darkening, and the cold brown eyes that could not be penetrated by firelight , the care lingered on Kalixi's delicate facial features that were entangled by paleness and weakness, flickering on and off.