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There is no other reason. Even though Nefertiti is still wearing a golden mask at the moment, his blond hair, which is more dazzling than the sun, is loosely scattered behind the back, and a few strands hang down on his shoulders, which makes the exposed skin more beautiful. White and smooth.

And the wound on Nefertiti's shoulder was covered with red bloodstains, and the red left after the injury inexplicably added a kind of abusive beauty.

Makes you feel the urge to kiss with your lips.

Karl Svohn has actually liked Nefertiti for a long time.

From the first time he saw Nefertiti bathing in the clean water pool of Karnak Temple, the beautiful back in the water hit his heart at a glance, and it never went away.

When I was young, I met amazing people.

As a result, in the second half of his body, there will be no second person who will be forever remembered in his heart.

Since seeing Nefertiti for the first time, he has dreamed of the scene where he and Nefertiti met for the first time in his dreams more than once in the past ten years.

And as he grows older, every time he has this kind of dream, Nefertiti is still the same Nefertiti, and he is growing up in the dream.

At the back, he walked towards Nefertiti after he had grown up, his hand touched Nefertiti's shoulder, and his palm touched Nefertiti's flawless and smooth skin.

Only in the dream can he show his truest self, and only in the dream can he do the intimate things to Nefertiti, the envoy who is admired and admired by everyone.

Right now, Karl Svohn saw Nefertiti casually leaning against the head of the bed, and the other party's casual and lazy posture overlapped with Nefertiti in his dream for a moment.

Nefertiti was right in front of him, within reach, and it was no longer just a dream.

Is real.

As long as he stretches out his hand, he can touch Nefertiti.

As a matter of fact, Karl Svehn did exactly that at the moment.

He stretched out his hand, and gently and carefully lifted Fu Zhenhong's strands of blond hair that fell on her shoulders, and then put his fingertips on Nefertiti's shoulders.

"Take the medicine." Karl Svohn heard Nefertiti say this, and then he quickly focused his distracted attention.

Karl Svehn nodded, and withdrew his hand reluctantly. First, he cleaned the wound for Fu Zhenhong, then opened the red piston that sealed the ointment, and poured the wet and slightly sticky ointment on the palm.

The color of this ointment is somewhat transparent white, and the color is more obvious when concentrated together, and it will appear completely colorless after being spread on the skin.

The effect of this plaster is very strong. After being applied to the wound, it can quickly fade the scar. Because it is expensive, it is very rare in Egypt, and only the royal family and nobles can have it. Generally speaking, it is placed in the room.

Karl Svern pursed his lips, ignored the charming thoughts deep in his heart, took a breath, and slowly began to apply the ointment to Fu Zhenhong's wound.

Karlsvern's hands were warm, and the temperature of the plaster was also warm. When it was applied on Fu Zhenhong's wound, the thin layer of white soon turned into a kind of moist and transparent, even After the light from outside the window shines in, it also reveals a bit of luster.

Karlsforn controlled the force of applying the plaster very precisely. His eyes drooped slightly, and his eyes fell on Fu Zhenhong's wound. A shadow fell from his drooping eyelashes, which made his somewhat sinister eyebrows and eyes change. Be gentle and quiet.

At this moment, it seemed that Karl Svehn was no longer that High Priest, and Fu Zhenhong was no longer that Nefertiti.

Very quiet in the spacious room.

Neither Fu Zhenhong nor Karlsforn spoke, but the atmosphere of silence revealed a kind of warmth.

In fact, Karl Svehn's heart was far from calm as he showed. During this process, his heart beat much faster than before.

His brain was also a little hot.

This is obviously a sign of excitement.He wanted to do to Nefertiti what he always wanted to do.

After applying the wound, the transparent plaster quickly became thinner, but in just a few tens of seconds, the plaster was completely integrated into the skin.

Scars faded.

But compared with the surrounding skin, the end is still somewhat obvious.

Karl Svern stared at the scar for a long time, and when Fu Zhenhong was about to put on his clothes, he put his fingertips on the scar again.

"Does it hurt?" Karl Svohn asked.

Fu Zhenhong asked back, "How do you want to hear my answer?"

"I don't know." Karl Svohn said truthfully, and at this moment he seemed to realize that the question he asked was beyond doubt.

In fact, Karl Svohn also wanted to ask Nefertiti why he pushed him away, and whether the reason for pushing him away was because Nefertiti actually cared about him.

But these words were brewing on the lips of Karl Svern, but he found that he was actually timid. He didn't dare to ask, for fear that the answer he would get was not what he wanted to hear.

He should be content.

Karl Svohn warned himself in his heart.

But right now, Karl Svehn doesn't want to just miss this rare opportunity.So he followed his heart, supported Fu Zhenhong's arm with both hands, then leaned forward, and just kissed the scar on Fu Zhenhong's shoulder with his soft lips.

The moment his lips touched Fu Zhenhong's skin, Fu Zhenhong's and Karl Svorn's bodies were startled at the same time.

Fu Zhenhong looked at Karsvon in surprise, as if she didn't expect him to do this suddenly, and Karsvon raised his eyes, and after meeting Fu Zhenhong's gaze, the end of his eyes slightly twitched, A smile appeared on his face.

Under Fu Zhenhong's gaze, Karlsforn deliberately stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked Fu Zhenhong's scar gently and slowly, with a kind of deep ambiguity.

Fu Zhenhong pursed her lips and wanted to stand up, but because her arms were firmly restrained by the pressure of Karlsforn's two hands, she couldn't stand up.

"Karlsvern, what are you doing... um..." Before Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, the tip of Karsvern's tongue turned into a murmur.

And his instinctive chanting was like a powerful catalyst for Karsvon, Karsvon seemed to be inspired, and began to let Fu Zhenhong feel his affection in his own way even more presumptuously .

His moist and warm tongue followed the faded wound all the way up. At this moment, Fu Zhenhong felt as if a snake was licking his skin with the scarlet letter, hooking his body Instinctively trembled.

There was a smile in Karlsfohn's eyes. He liked Nefertiti's reaction. This kind of Nefertiti lost her usual indifference, as if she had been pulled down from a high cloud by him.

The envoy of the gods who has been tainted with mundane things is more moving than ever.

Karlsforn rested his chin on Fu Zhenhong's shoulder, slightly tilted his face and raised his somewhat charming phoenix eyes to stare at Fu Zhenhong.

He let go of one hand, and put his palm on Fu Zhenhong's cheek. Using his skills, he easily took off the golden mask on Fu Zhenhong's face.

The well-made gold mask was casually thrown on the bed by Karl Svern, and his fingertips touched the tear mole under Fu Zhenhong's eyes, with a suggestive feeling that he was in this tear After pressing back and forth on the mole for a while, she moved her fingers down and pinched Fu Zhenhong's chin with her fingertips.

He used a little force to lift Fu Zhenhong's chin up, and in this way, the line of Fu Zhenhong's neck became smoother and more beautiful because of the raised chin.

Fu Zhenhong lowered her face and warned sharply: "Karlsvorn, do you know what you are doing!" His tone was cold, but the cold voice changed because of the intimacy between the two at this moment Not only does it have no deterrent effect, but it also arouses the possessive desire in Karlsvorn's heart.

So when Karl Svern heard the words, he only paused for a moment, then straightened his upper body, put his lips close to Fu Zhenhong's ear, and said something besides the question: "Nefertiti, my favorite envoy, you So lovely."

After the words were finished, before Fu Zhenhong could speak, Karlsforn opened his mouth and lightly bit Fu Zhenhong's small and delicate earlobe.

Because of his sudden movement, Fu Zhenhong's body froze instinctively. Seeing this, Karsvorn laughed softly.

The laughter lingered in Fu Zhenhong's ears, making Fu Zhenhong's ears itchy slightly.

But at this point, Yimei's regress will only weaken his aura, and finally he will be in a passive situation.

No matter what the situation is, whoever he is facing, Fu Zhenhong doesn't like being suppressed emotionally, he likes to dominate.His current status doesn't allow him to be approached by Karsvorn one after another.

So Fu Zhenhong quickly found the right opportunity. He cleverly took away the dagger that originally belonged to Karlsvern, and when Karlsvern was about to kiss the corner of his lips, he The sharp and sharp dagger was on Karlsvorn's throat.

Karsvorn stopped, lowered his eyes, and looked at the dagger against his neck, the cold and hard touch of the dagger was clearly conveyed to him.

As long as he went any further, the tip of the dagger would pierce his skin.

Karl Svohn looked at it and suddenly laughed.

There was no trace of panic on his face, and even a faint excitement appeared in his eyes.He stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the corner of his lips, pinched the tip of the dagger with his fingers, and then slowly slid up the handle.

After his fingers came to the hilt, he wrapped Fu Zhenhong's hand holding the hilt with his wide palm.

He looked at Fu Zhenhong's blue eyes, which were more beautiful than the sky, and easily pulled his heartstrings.Karlsvern's Adam's apple rolled, and with a look full of affection, he slowly looked down, across the bridge of Fu Zhenhong's nose, and finally settled on Fu Zhenhong's tightly closed lips.

He wanted to kiss the lips that he had been thinking about for ten years.

Even if it was the tip of a knife that could pierce his throat, he would not hesitate to retreat at all, because he was not a calm and restrained person in his bones.

"Nefrtiti," Karl Svern tightly held Fu Zhenhong's hand, and his low and slow tone revealed a sense of certainty: "Either stab me to death, or let me kiss you."