swear to love heaven

The sound of the wind beside my ears is soft and soothing, like a low-pitched song, leisurely singing the enchanting and refreshing color of a midsummer night, like water and moonlight shining through the gaps in the clouds, throwing beams into the grass in the forest one by one, colorful, Fascinating, silent.

Leaning against the tree, the black hair hanging on the side of the face swayed with the breeze to block the tears in his eyes, and the pain spread from the breath around his lips.

There was a dull pain in the bottom of my heart, and an inexplicable panic was like a rushing river that couldn't find an exit, rampaging in my body and swept up the little strength left.

After waking up, all the strange faces appeared in front of her with strange and malicious smiles. Those eyes that looked at her, like a merchant appraising the value of goods, made Khaleesi feel like a thorn in her back, restless.

The memory was evaporated by the body temperature of the high fever, leaving only some sporadic images. In a trance, it seemed to hear Lemomena whispering in his ear... a name, a vow.

"Drink." Suddenly, a voice sounded beside him.

Looking at the bowl in front of him, the dark soup smelled disgusting, and frowned.Following the slender and beautiful hand by the bowl, his gaze went all the way up, and finally fell on a few strands of red hair hanging on his shoulders. The color of the flame was dazzling and flamboyant.

"Hurry up." A little impatience came out of the urging voice.

He shook his head, closed his eyes, and turned his face away.

Frowning, feeling like asking for trouble, he glanced at the bowl in his hand, the bottom of his brown eyes showed black mottled, and a hint of helplessness quietly flashed. "The poison in your body has not been completely dispelled. If you don't drink the medicine, you will continue to have a fever. If you don't want to suffer so much, drink it quickly."

Without saying a word, her blue eyes were quietly looking ahead, as if something in the pitch-black forest had attracted her attention. Kalisi looked there without blinking, and the moonlight lightly outlined her desolate profile.

Sighing deeply, frustration suddenly overwhelmed the self-control I was always proud of. I really didn't know what to do with this little princess. From the moment she opened those beautiful blue eyes, she began to cry, yelling He was looking for a person named Menna, who should be the masked woman in black.

Kalixi's cries were intermittent, from the initial crying to the later sobbing, now there is only silent tears... The exhausted physical strength after the high fever has made this delicate little girl weak. I can only let the tears slide down my cheeks from time to time, pale tears, empty eyes.

Seeing her appearance, everyone turned their finger on Sharma, who was idle and bored, and accused her of not comforting Khaleesi, which caused such a lovely little girl to cry all the way.

Does this have anything to do with her?

It's not that she made her cry, well, even if it was because they took her away and left her familiar people, she was afraid of being sad.That's not her fault alone, it's a mission, not a joke.

If Khaleesi cannot be brought to Ramunsis, Sharma has every reason to believe that the young pharaoh with a gentle and handsome smile will definitely spare no effort to wipe out the "Knife and Fire" organization in Egypt.

When the time comes, it won't be Khaleesi who cries.

"You drink it yourself, or I help you drink it down." If it's not soft, it's hard.

The blue eyes trembled, and the moment tears flashed, the colorful moonlight fell into a blue ocean and shattered into colorful and intoxicating rays of light.

Looking up, he sighed long and slowly, dispersing Sharma's emotions on the verge of collapse in the cool mountain breeze at night. "Drink, if you continue to have a fever, your life will be lost, Your Highness the Princess."

He sniffed, looked sideways, and spoke with a trembling voice. "Where are you taking me, Hattusha?" They must have been ordered by La Balsa to hunt down her own people. Thinking of this, there was a layer of sadness in their breaths.

Sitting down with the bowl in hand, he raised his hand and pointed behind him, and said softly, "That's the way to Hattusha, we're going in the other direction."

I was stunned and asked urgently. "Where are you taking me?" It wasn't Hattusha, it was somewhere.

"Egypt."

Shocked, astonished doubts covered the blue pupils, and he spoke in a panic, with obvious shock in his voice. "Why go to Egypt?"

Raising his eyebrows, he looked at Bashe, who was eating and drinking by the fire, and then smiled, with a vague sense of helplessness. "Someone is waiting for you there."

"Wait for me?" She was even more confused. She didn't know Egyptians at all, so how could someone wait for her in Egypt.

Handing the bowl to Kalixi's eyes, she said softly, "Drink it, it's cold. This medicine is more bitter when it's cold."

His eyes flickered lightly, he took the bowl hesitantly, and saw a layer of white moonlight floating on the thick black soup medicine, which was very similar to his current mood, which was so messy, so difficult to clean up, and so restless.

Watching Khalixi drink the medicine, Sharma finally breathed a sigh of relief, took the empty bowl, stood up and walked towards the fire, the steps she just took stopped suddenly.

Turning back, looking down at the white silhouette curled up beside the tree, in the unpredictable night wind circling around, this exquisite silhouette reveals extreme exhaustion and fright... Frowning, for a moment, retracting his gaze, and walking away quickly.

After a while, when he came to Khaleesi, he already had an extra cloak in his hand.

Shaking off the cloak in his hand, he knelt down to cover her, tightened the collar, and looked around. There was not a single strand of white skirt exposed outside the black cloak. Sharma smiled with satisfaction.

"Thank you." Wei Wei was surprised, and thanked in a low voice timidly.

"Go to sleep, there is still a long way to go, if you don't sleep well, you will not be able to keep up with your physical strength." She said, patting Kalisi on the shoulder, the shoulder blades of her hand were jagged and abrupt, and she became more and more suspicious of the seriousness of the Syrian princess. malnutrition.

Nodded and responded softly.

Standing up, she narrowed her eyes and looked at Khaleesi.

She is lowering her eyes slightly, half leaning half against the tree pole, as if in a position of light sleep and half sleep, or if she is simply lost in her own thoughts, her slender eyelashes are dotted with unshed tears, condensing the cold moonlight. Being alone and lonely is really unbearable to look at...

Turn around, leave slowly, try to take light steps, hiding a good intention not to disturb the quiet night.

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Where exactly do they want to go?

This question finally had an answer after following Sharma and his party on the third day.

Syrian direction.

However, a new question appeared in those indifferent brown eyes... Why Syria?

Khalixi is the princess that Ayufa sent to Hittite to get married. In exchange for Changan Kubo who is on the throne, he has absolutely no reason to hire "Knife Fire" to infiltrate Hittite with a lot of money, and then kidnap Kalixi back. This is totally unreasonable.

Well, there is only one reason.

They didn't go to Syria at all, but passed through this continental bridge connecting Hittite and Egypt. Their final destination should be----

Egypt.

Although there are a lot of things that are unclear, Lemomena believes that his judgment is absolutely correct. Judging from the direction and speed of the "knife fire" in the past three days, they are heading for Egypt south of the Sinai Peninsula. .

The behavior of "Blade Fire" has always been weird. It may not be possible to recruit this huge organization with a lot of money in hand, let alone carry out such an extremely dangerous hijacking mission.

Looking at this grotesque continent, the person who can make "Knife Fire" sneak into Hittite bravely, and sneak her out of Hittite against the rumors of strict investigation and search for Kalixi from all over the country, after thinking about it, Probably only one person.

The one who was entrenched in the barren desert, but could fully enjoy the infinite abundance brought by the Nile River, was worshiped and praised by the world as the son of the gods... Egyptian Pharaoh, Ramonsis II.

The young pharaoh who ascended to the throne of pharaoh at the age of 19, held the golden power to unify upper and lower Egypt, and commanded the powerful Egyptian empire, had enough reason to hijack Khaleesi.

His actions are nothing more than related to this protracted war. The purpose of capturing Khaleesi should be to humiliate the Hittites before the battle... "Your king can't even protect his fiancée. We Egyptians I caught it back from under his nose. You are still here to charge forward to defend the world for him, is it worth it?"

I have to admire Ramoneses' thoughts. Such a small move is enough to cause the 70 Hittite army to collapse into sand for a while. An army without cohesion is like a city wall that has not been cast and glued.No matter it stretches for thousands of miles, or towers into the clouds, just push it lightly, and it will immediately fall apart, raising dust and filing ashes.

It is a very clever strategy, and it only needs Kalixi alone to achieve the effect that Egypt's thousands of troops have fought hard for several years. As expected of the Egyptian Pharaoh, who is the king of the desert, he is really thoughtful.

Not daring to get too close to the "Knife Fire" cavalry, Lemomenna always kept a close distance from them. After three days, they did not realize that they were being followed.

For three days, she watched Khaleesi gradually regaining her strength from afar...

She was always crying, sad like a small animal caught by a hunter, after struggling weakly, Khaleesi's silence made Lemomenna feel powerless and worried.

That petite figure sat silently in front of Sharma, the long hair hanging in the wind rippled with a lonely dark blue light, the enchanting hair like the night lost its vitality and joy, and bloomed sadly With an unprecedented silence.

In the image, the little Syrian princess likes to laugh the most. Little things that are inconspicuous can cause her laughter to flow among the forest leaves.

However, at this moment, the sweet and carefree arc on Kalixi's lips, like the warmth condensed by the cold wind in winter, has disappeared without a trace.

With a group of tall and thick men standing in front of them, one can imagine Khaleesi's fear.However, the only woman in the group of men was the red-haired woman with an indifferent face, watching Khaleesi's tears flying under the galloping horse's hooves with cold eyes, but she was able to show no concern with a deadpan expression.

That...damn woman!

The small stone in his hand cracked with a "snap", and off-white powder flowed from the clenched fingers, which was carried by the drifting night wind to the misty forest tops, and was instantly covered by black The night melted into a smoky shadow.