swear to love heaven

Chapter 19

The stars light up the silence of the night, the breeze pushes away the loneliness of the moonlight, and the breath is full of the smell of the bustling city. Different from the clear and clear breath of the mountains, forests and valleys, the rich and fragrant air of Hatusa is full of unbearable Avoid the noise and enthusiasm.

Only after nightfall, will this huge city slowly cool down, and the various sounds that fill the streets and alleys will be blown away by the night wind, leaving only a faint fragrance floating in the air. Under the brilliant stars and moon, quietly listening to the gentle nocturne from the Anatolian plateau.

Sitting on the roof, looking at Hattusha shrouded in the dark night, the outlines of the well-arranged domed buildings are blurred in the moonlight, blooming with silvery white brilliance.The neat and regular streets are like a net made of bluestones, covering the city overwhelmingly, closely connecting this holy city that bears the glorious history of the Hittites.

A gust of wind raised the cuffs and shook them slightly, revealing the wrists wrapped in linen.Raising his hand, he slowly untied the linen cloth wrapped around his left hand. When the last white cloth strips came off loosely, a dark light flashed across the back of the blue hand, coldly.

Very slowly, very slowly, turning his left hand, his eyes wandered lightly on the hard skin armor, his indifferent brown eyes, calm like a lake condensed by the night, without the slightest wave.

The moonlight is shining on the fingertips, the blue moonlight, the hard moonlight... The moment the brilliance flickers on the fingertips, one can't help but think of a pair of blue eyes... The smiling eyes are also beating and shining with clear blue, which can be seen in the blink of an eye. Time surrounds everything in the pure color without impurities, pure mood, pure beauty.

Suddenly, tightening the five fingers, the moonlight blooming on the fingertips suddenly disappeared in the tightly clenched palm, the faint moonlight remained between the tight fingers, and there was a sigh of loss hidden in the wind.

I can't forget the scene of handing Khaleesi over to "Knife Fire". The undisguised complacency in the red-haired woman's eyes is more eye-opening than the hot and bright sun.The back of her leaving as if nothing had happened, and her contemptuous attitude really made Lemomena taste the taste of failure for the first time.

This taste is really not good.

The power of "Knife Fire" lies not only in its large sphere of influence, but also in its secrecy.No one knows who is the person who controls such a huge organization. It is only said in some rumors that the person who controls the "Blade Fire" is a person holding a red blade... "Blade Fire" is just like its name, It is a raging fire, wherever the sharp tip of the knife strikes, the flame will burn and spread everywhere.

Closing his eyes, with his five fingers stretched out again, Xia Feng, who was lying on the palm of his hand, was free, and he could not wait to fly in the air, with a sense of scrambling to be the first.

The faint lines are like palm prints, and also like stone textures, covering the entire palm and five fingers, twisted and tangled extending to the wrist, all the way disappearing into the narrow black sleeve.

It doesn't matter what these things are in me, because they are destined to follow me for the rest of my life...to protect myself, to change myself, to rely on myself...I can't talk about good or bad, it seems to have become a natural habit like breathing.

However, after gaining some subtle feelings from the little Syrian princess, Lemomena suddenly began to question the habits brought about by this layer of armor.

Warmth is a very strange thing. It can make people have expectations that they never had before, and it can even make these delusions that should not be turned into ardent yearnings that are tempting to follow, thus losing themselves.

Lemomena felt that he was gradually lost in those dreams, and there was something more terrifying than being lost... Missing.

However, the person who caused her such annoying hesitation turned out to be that little princess who loves to laugh...

Why did Khaleesi's smile become something she longed for?

Who can give her a clear answer, even if it's just a few words, at least she doesn't need to sit here alone, facing the enchanting summer night, making her whole thoughts turmoil in the gentle and silent evening wind.

He reached for the clay jug by his legs, shook it a few times, raised his head and drank the last few sips of wine, and the spicy liquid flowed into his body, the strong burning sensation stretched all the way to his limbs and bones, and disappeared in an instant An Ran's indifference flowing in the hot blood.

With a long sigh, accompanied by the slight arc of the corner of the mouth, the clay pot shattered into a handful of sharp fragments, reflecting the cold moonlight above the head, rolled and fell to the side, turning into a pool of broken foam whose original shape could not be seen.

The left hand was intact, not even a small cut, and those sharp fragments left behind some off-white fine foam, which did not cause the slightest scar to her.

However, there seemed to be a faint pain somewhere in the body, a small throbbing pain, almost negligible...but it was so real.

The truth made Limomena frowned involuntarily, and a dark surge swirled around the bottom of his brown eyes stained with silver, swallowing the silver stars rippling in his eyes in an instant, the dark light churned, and the waves were turbulent.

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The guard moved the chair, Tukecha sat down, straightened his wide sleeves, coughed lightly, and the moment he raised his eyes, the flash of viciousness was blocked by his smiling eyes. The gentle and polite smile seemed to be meeting the other country. envoys sent.

"How about it, do you want to understand?"

Muhali, who was silent and covered in bruises, turned his eyes away and looked aside. It seemed that Tukecha was something dirty, and he felt disgusted even by looking at it.

Ignoring Muhali's arrogant and contemptuous attitude, Tukecha maintained a winner's smile and said, "Yes, yes, as expected of General Muhali, he really is very stubborn. Look, these guards who tortured you took There is nothing you can do." At this point, he glanced coldly at the guards around him, and seeing them bow their heads in embarrassment under his stern stare, Tukecha turned his gaze forward again.

It is a waste of energy to continue to remain silent.

"General Muhari, maybe we have been asking the wrong question, so you don't want to answer it. Now, let me change the question, and think about if there is anything you need to tell me." Cross your legs, put one hand on your knee, and the other Still laying flat on the armrest. "Where is Lemomena?"

Suddenly, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.Immediately, his expression was as usual, and he remained silent.

Even if it was just an instant change, Tuke still noticed it.He smiled, clearly in a good mood. "It seems that the fire failed to take her away. You saved her, right? Tell me, where is she?"

"died."

"Really, is he really dead?"

Eyes that were hot and sore from the stimulation of blood water looked at Tukecha slowly, and his cold gaze penetrated the sultry air, making Tukecha vaguely feel restless. "Why don't you ask her yourself?"

Laughed out loud, kept nodding, and after a while, asked: "I really want to ask, but I don't know where to find her, or tell me, where is our princess now?"

"If you want to ask her, it's very simple. You'll know after a visit to Hades."

Raising his eyebrows, he nodded in agreement, then sighed again. "It's a pity that the 'Eagle Eye', the king's favorite, has never met. Muhari, do you think it's worth it? Protecting her and assassinating the king, what's the point? After 15 years, the king has He is an upright monarch of Hittite, whoever dares to stand up against the royal power is a death penalty for treason, why do you need to be a substitute for the dead, why don't you tell everything, I beg the king to spare you, how about it?"

With a cold snort, he chuckled lightly. The contemptuous laughter made everyone around him frown. "Upright?! La Balsa is not worthy of this word, save your energy. My life is up to God, and it is worth living to this age. What else is there to miss? Tuquecha, go back and tell La Balza If he has the guts, go to the front and face the Egyptian army like a man, don’t hide under the skirts of women in the harem every day, making people laugh at Hittite’s Iron Throne being dirty by a turtle.”

Suddenly he stood up, raised his chin, his face was ashen and lost the complacency just now, Tukecha took a deep breath.After a long while, he laughed again, but instead of trying to hide his cold anger, he announced loudly: "Muhali assassinated the king, treason is a heinous crime, and he will be beheaded in two days."

Listening to Tukecha proudly announcing the day of the execution, Muhali raised the corner of his cracked mouth silently, a trace of blood sneaked into the wound along the corner of his mouth, and fell silent.

Throwing off his sleeves, he turned around and walked a few steps, then stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at Muhali who was tied up, and reprimanded in a deep voice: "You only have two days, Muhali."

Blending in with the gloom around him, exuding the same murky silence, Muhali answered Tukcha with indifference, to the point.

Withdrawing his gaze, Tukecha strode out of the cell door and disappeared at the end of the dark corridor.

Until the cell door was closed again, Muhali's tense eyes finally drooped tiredly, looking at the wet ground shrouded in dim light, his tight lips leaked his thoughts at this moment...

"Don't come, Lemomena..." mumbling to himself, the torch on the wall flickered, and the dancing flame seemed to answer his pleading voice, flickering and extinguishing unpredictablely.