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Chaos, trepidation, every step of the way... This is the only feeling left by King Ayufa of Syria at this moment after spending several days and nights in extreme panic and fear.

The moment he heard the news of La Balsa's death for the first time, as the king of a country, he had the absurd impulse to abscond.Shocked for a moment, he dismissed this stupid idea, obediently waited for the Egyptian army to declare war on Syria, and symbolically summoned the ministers to make a simple deployment of troops. He waited for the guards to rush in in a panic every day, reporting that the Egyptians were approaching the city news.

However, his waiting did not come true...the menacing Egyptians did not appear, the bloody massacre did not appear, and the bad luck of dying in Huangquan did not appear either.

Instead of all this, it turned out to be the former princess who killed La Balsa in front of a million troops.

The appearance of Lemomena, to a great extent, forced Ayufa's tense and fragile nerves to break suddenly... Just as this face covered with strange blue armor appeared on his face, he was terrified and trembling. In front of his eyes, he heard the screams and wailing of something collapsing in his body.

Not to mention, the army in her hands can turn the Syrian capital, Mengga, into a dead city without a sigh.Even, within a few days, the whole of Syria was turned into a scorched earth with broken walls and ruins.

The tall and straight figure sitting on the horse is as imposing as a flame, as cold as the night... It seems that she is a god who came to the world, with an indifferent gaze overlooking all living beings, and the hot sun licks the ray of her lips that seems to be nothing. Smile, so cold that there is no warmth at all.

Behind her was a Hittite army of nearly a million, as well as that fearsome death army... The mighty army, black and dense, can't see the end at a glance, and it vividly captures the beauty of the setting sun. It has become extremely domineering like a bloody man.

Stepping forward quickly, regardless of his status as the king, he nodded respectfully and spoke tremblingly.

"Welcome the Prince Regent to come to Syria. Your arrival will make the little city of Menga shine. I lead all the courtiers in Syria. Thank you for saving Syria from Egypt. Your kindness to us will be engraved in all Syria. On the stele of the Temple of God. Your gift will be praised endlessly by the Syrian people from generation to generation."

A tiny nerve in the left eyebrow twitched unexpectedly. For a moment, Lemomena wanted to kill Ayufa himself. If he hadn't acted rashly to poison Ramenses, how could she Will hand over the Sinai Peninsula so easily.

His stupid behavior forced her to become a Hittite sinner.

"Father!" Khaleesi's voice came, quietly dispersing the perverse anger in Lemomena's eyes.Looking sideways, a white figure came down from the carriage behind her, hurriedly passed her side, and walked quickly towards Ayufa.

"Ka, Khaleesi? What are you doing..." Glancing at Lemomena, who was immediately wrapped in chilling black, he looked at Khaleesi with puzzled eyes, becoming even more confused.

Nodding his head, he looked at the dazed and hesitant Ayufa with smiling eyes, and asked softly with concern: "Father, how are you?"

Still in unreasonable astonishment, his dull brain couldn't quickly sort out the clues, so he nodded mechanically.

"Karixi, why are you with the Prince Regent?" This question is urgent. How did Kaleexi, who escaped from marriage, appear here with Lemomenna? This is really... astonishing.

For some reason, Ayufa always felt that there was something different about the Khaleesi in front of him, and he couldn't tell exactly what was different... His fair face was still exquisite and beautiful, and his sweet smile was still peaceful and charming.

The only difference seems to be that her eyes, which are also pure sea blue, are blooming with a steady and dignified beauty at this moment, instead of the flustered tears when she was out of the palace and married.

"Karixi, come here." The very soft voice came from the stern-faced Prince Regent on the horse.

Smiling and nodding to Ayufa, Khaleesi walked towards Lemomenna, who held out her hand to her.Raising his eyes, he looked at her against the red and bloody sunset, and a burst of dazzling hit... A layer of dazzling bloody red slipped from Lemomena's shoulders, like a golden armor plated with flames, quenching the flames. The brilliance, the extremely arrogant color, and the extremely wanton arrogance.

Holding her outstretched hand, Khaleesi raised a misty smile, her body lightened lightly, and she was already sitting in front of Lemomena in the blink of an eye.

While tidying up the skirt pleats at the waist for Kalixi, she ordered in a deep voice: "Kusina, Davushya."

"Prince Regent." Hearing the summons, the two got off their horses, walked up to Lemomena's horse, and bowed their heads in salute.

"Kushina, from now on, your troops will take over the guarding of the Syrian royal palace. Da Wuxia, order the dead army to garrison the periphery of Mengga City, and replace the Syrian army that originally guarded the capital." The body in his arms froze suddenly, and The moment he ordered.

Holding the rein with one hand and wrapping around Khaleesi's waist with the other, he pulled her stiff body into his arms, forcing the space between them so tight that even a breeze couldn't get through, Lemomena raised his lips and smiled in satisfaction.

"Yes, I have taken orders, and I will do it immediately." They responded in unison and nodded together.

His eyes flickered, and he looked at Ayufa, who was as pale as death, and said lightly: "Your Majesty, please."

Nodding suddenly, he retreated to the side of the road, made way for his feet, and bowed to salute. "Yes, the regent first."

Ayufa dared not raise any objections to Lemomenna's removal of all Syrian defenders and ordering her army to take control of the capital.This tough attitude, which is almost announcing the seizure of power, is much milder than the bloody massacre of the city by the Egyptian army.

Right now, life is far more attractive and practical than the golden Syrian crown on her head.

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Ayufa stood beside him cautiously, smiling flatteringly.His own throne was just a short distance away, but he didn't dare to sit on it. He just sat humbly opposite Lemomena, letting the golden throne inlaid with gold and silver be left empty and neglected. "Knowing that you are coming, I have already ordered someone to clean up a quiet palace for you, right here----"

"Where did Khaleesi live before?" Putting down her glass, she asked, her voice flat.

Almost every move of Lemomena involved Ayufa's fragile nerves, causing him to feel unbearable pain.

"Lemomenna..." Slightly shocked, a trace of embarrassment flashed quietly in his blue eyes, and the whispered voice also revealed a little panic.

Ayufa was quite at a loss. He put his hands on his knees and kept rubbing against the gorgeous robe, wiping away the cold sweat overflowing from his palms, but he couldn't wipe away the panic in his eyes. "This, this, this..."

"As for the Regent, Her Highness the Princess used to live in the north corner of the palace. Since the Princess got married, the place has been left unused." The fat steward boldly stepped forward to reply, his trembling shoulders shaking a mass of fat, which was a bit ridiculous.

"Oh..." His eyes drifted to Kalixi, and he saw her frowning slightly, with a touch of melancholy lingering in the bottom of her blue eyes.My mood sank for no reason, suddenly. "Clean up that place, we'll live there."

"No! No!" He suddenly stopped, and in exchange for a sharp gaze, Ayufa immediately realized something, stood up and nodded, and respectfully said: "I am rude, please forgive me, the Regent."

Raising eyebrows, he picked up the wine glass without saying a word, and took a sip.

"Since I left the palace, no one has lived there for a long time. At this moment... I'm afraid it's full of dust and grass. It must be messy and unsuitable for living. Let's go to the palace prepared by my father." The one who had been silent was Carrie. Hee, seeing Ayufa still standing with his hands down from the corner of his eyes, a sudden burst of sadness struck... For a long time, the great father in his heart, the man who held the lifeline of Syria, turned out to be so vulnerable.

It seems that when those kings who are worshiped by the people as gods, when facing Lemomenna, they will show weak and insignificant shrinking... It is fear, it is shock, and they are surrounded by deep fear It's hard to move an inch.

The young woman in front of them, what really shocked people's hearts was not her identity as the regent of the Hittites, nor her cold eyes filled with violence and killing, nor the powerful feeling brought by the half body green armor, but...that attack, The plundering breath that can be retracted freely.

When she is smiling, you will feel that spring is sighing and lingering on her face, tender and affectionate; but when she puts away this careless smile and abandons you to the spring, all that is left to you is the sharpness of ice knife and snow sword, Sharp and ruthless.

"Just live there, I want to live where you used to live." She said it naturally and casually, as if it was a matter of course, which made it impossible to refute.

Eyelids lowered, strands of worry hidden in the moment of closing the eyes, avoiding the entanglement of the sunlight outside the window, but not being able to escape the pair of brown eyes filled with concern.

"This----" speechless, he glanced at the fat manager flusteredly, and saw the same unpreparedness in his shrinking eyes.

Leaning back lightly, moving his body, propping his forehead with one elbow, his bright eyes were lightly drawn, and the irresistible majesty in his words revealed a faint leisurely laziness. "Go get ready, I'll go with Khaleesi later."

"Yes." The moment the Hittite regent restrained his eyes, a sharp thin light flashed from the corner of his quiet eyes, as fast as lightning piercing the dark night. This clear light really surprised everyone present. Everyone felt the dilemma of sitting and lying.

Looking towards the silent Lemomenna, she was closing her eyes and recuperating. The brown hair hanging on her forehead was swaying leisurely in the breeze that flowed in from outside the temple, blocking the sharp brown eyes like arrows. The eyes, along with the horrible feeling that permeated the bones when they were looked at by them, disappeared together.

The light shadow of the golden gauze in front of the window swayed in a circle that resembled the sunshine, and quietly spread a seductive silence.

Ayufa looked at Khaleesi who was sitting on the side, with a worried expression on his face, but he couldn't say anything, so he frowned, and didn't even dare to sigh, for fear of bringing himself some bad luck.

Khaleesi smiled helplessly, and there was a hint hidden in her delicate eyes, silently reminding Ayufa that he could leave.

Waving his hand, he signaled the ministers behind him to step back, and glanced at Kalisi again. Ayufa led the crowd to disappear by the huge wooden door occupied by the afterglow of the setting sun, those hasty footsteps were full of dismal haste.

"Why do you have to live there?"

For a moment, the eyelids did not move, only the voice came. "The place where you grew up, I want to take a look."

A little annoyed, mixed with helplessness. "It's very remote and inconvenient to live in. Why bother to live there, just take a look."

The lowered eyelids were raised gently, and a dark light burst out from the slightly opened eyes. It was unclear whether the eyes were cold, or the blue marble floor touched by the eyes was colder, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Everyone step down .”