Slag attack classification system

No matter how Zhao Zhenhe opened his mouth, those voices that used to flow like water turned into silent shouts, which were strangled in his throat, his throat was dry, and there was an anxious feeling that had been smoked inside, as if there was a Hands strangled his neck to prevent him from speaking normally.

"..."

Zhao Zhenhe tried a few more times, and after finding that it was completely ineffective, his eyes darkened, he closed his mouth, and stopped making a sound.

Sitting on the same magic carpet with them, the white magic doctor patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, his eyes full of sympathy... This knight named Zhao Choushi was really miserable, not only his face was burned, but his legs were also burnt. Limping, now not even a sound...

Zhao Zhenhe spent the entire return journey under the sympathetic and regretful eyes of the white magician. The wind gradually weakened, and the magic carpet slowly fell to the ground. Zhao Zhenhe drove the unconscious prince to the palace step by step.

The palace people looked at the two of them, one was covered in blood and had been unconscious for a long time, and the other was listless and pale. They silently cast admiring glances at them... this is...the hero of their magic castle.

Zhao Zhenhe gently put the prince on his bed, and then he covered his wound, dragged his lame body outside, and just outside the prince's bedroom, he collapsed like a puppet who had lost his last mission Falling to the ground... He fell and sat outside the door.

"Kudden" "Kudden" - a group of white magician Fu ran towards the prince's bedroom.

"Quick, take the disinfectant and gauze, our prince is injured!"

They rushed into the prince's bedroom one by one to help with the treatment, but none of them saw Zhao Zhenhe who fell to the corner because of his weakness. He vaguely felt that countless people passed by him, all shouting the prince's name.

At this moment, he felt that his mission as a knight was completely over—he turned sideways and passed out in relief.

When Zhao Zhenhe woke up again, he found himself lying on the prince's bed—Prince Downton saw him wake up, with real joy in his eyes, and he put his hand on Zhao Zhenhe's head.

"Fortunately...the fever is gone at last." The prince whispered.

Your Highness...

Zhao Zhenhe actually wanted to yell like this, but before he opened his mouth, he realized that he couldn't make a sound at all, so he quickly swallowed the words that came to his mouth, almost biting his tongue.

Prince: "Do you know how long I have been in a coma... I was surprised to see you so weak for the first time, but after seeing you, I hope you will never do this again...Why would you Such a serious injury?"

Your Highness...because I saved you with black magic without authorization.

Zhao Zhenhe couldn't say it out, so he jumped out of bed, found a quill and letter paper on the table, and stroked, "Because I did it without permission..."

A strange thing happened—every time Zhao Zhenhe wrote a word, a word would disappear on the letter paper, as if he knew what Zhao Zhenhe wanted to say. He tried several times, but the result was the same.

Tang Zhi was also very surprised watching from the side, not knowing why such a thing happened.

Zhao Zhenhe pondered for a while, and wrote his name on the paper... This time, those three words did not disappear... A flash of clarity flashed in his heart... It turned out that he hadn't lost his voice.

The original intention of black magic was not to make him lose his voice, but to lose all the ability to communicate with others.

"What's the matter, what happened?" Wang Ziban straightened Zhao Zhenhe's body and made him turn to himself, "Just say it..."

Zhao Zhenhe raised his hand slowly, pointed to his throat, and then shook his head.

The prince's eyes, brightened by anticipation, gradually dimmed, as if a small flame had been extinguished inside, he slowly put down the hand on Zhao Zhenhe's shoulder, "So what they said is true...you really lost your voice. ..I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."

Zhao Zhenhe shook his head silently.

It's not your fault, it's my own choice... He looked at the prince with such eyes, but Prince Downton avoided his gaze... Tang Zhi didn't want Zhao Zhenhe to see the coldness in his eyes. .. He turned around, said sorry, and then walked out the door.

"Crackling!" - Not long after, there was the sound of kicking and smashing things outside the door.

Tang Zhi couldn't help feeling anxious, and the servants around him dared not show their anger. This was the first time they saw the prince so angry...

"Give me a glass of brandy." The prince stretched out his hand and took the glass in the servant's hand. After taking a sip, his throat burned like fire.

How does Zhao Zhenhe feel now...is there a silent fire burning in his throat like this...why...why I didn't protect him well.

"boom."

The servants let out a cry of surprise as they watched their prince crush the glass in his hands, bleeding from his palms.

"..."

Prince Downton has been in a bad mood recently. Everyone knows that his eyes, which were originally like the warm sun, have turned cold. This coldness has become more intense after many people died in the palace.

Recently, there have been dozens of bizarre deaths in the palace. They all died in the same way, with bleeding eyes. The doctor diagnosed them as food poisoning.

But in Xiao Heiyan's eyes, this can only explain one fact... that is, there is an inner ghost in the palace... This reminds him of Lu Qier who behaved abnormally that day. '

When Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrived, Tang Zhi was finishing the court meeting with the ministers and knights, and Princess Lu Qier opened the door and appeared in front of the crowd who had not yet had time to gather.

"Your Highness, the meeting is finally over." Lu Qier stood in front of them, "While everyone is here, I want to announce something to everyone - I saved the prince. A dense fog fell, and I saved the prince with my country's unique secret technique."

The ministers looked at each other... This... This seems to make sense... The sulfuric acid rain stopped suddenly that day, and a strange miasma continued to rise. This is a trick that does not exist in white magic... So all of this It's all done by the princess of the neighboring country.

"Your Highness, do you believe me?" Although Lu Qier was asking the prince, her eyes were fixed on Zhao Zhenhe who was behind the prince.

To be precise...he looked at Zhao Zhenhe's throat with contemptuous eyes...Zhao Zhenhe's fingers trembled...It turned out that the ghost was actually the princess.

"Prince, do you trust me?" Lu Qier asked again seeing that the prince hadn't responded.

"I..." Tang Zhi lowered his head. He was raising his head just now and caught a glimpse of the blackness spreading on the ceiling. "Of course I believe you."

Hearing this reply, Lu Qier laughed sincerely, and she ran out happily, turning the hem of her skirt with an innocent look.

And Tang Zhi raised his head again... The blackness on the ceiling gradually spread, but the others didn't seem to notice... I'm afraid this castle won't last long.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glanced at Zhao Zhenhe behind him.

However, Zhao Zhenhe lowered his head. For some reason, when he heard the prince say 'trust Lu Qier', a strange feeling emerged in his heart... It felt like a vine man wrapped around his neck...

He even sincerely hoped that the prince in front of him was not Tang Zhi.

From an angle he couldn't see, Tang Zhi stared at him, his eyes were first disappointed and hesitant to speak, and then slowly turned into surprise...Wait...Is Zhao Zhenhe jealous...He thought I really don't trust him but trust the princess...

A unicorn raised its head and happened to catch a glimpse of Tang Zhi snickering... Excuse me!Is this their prince? The corners of his mouth are almost laughing to the ears!

The prince seemed to believe the princess's words, and he became more gentle with the princess. He took her to buy the gold, silver and jewelry she wanted, and even called a circus for her to watch.

In the past few days, the prince asked Zhao Zhenhe to recuperate in the bedroom without letting him watch. Hearing the noise of the circus outside, Zhao Zhenhe's temple throbbed with pain.

He raised his hand to cover his heart, where it was empty... He knew what herbs to nourish blood and traditional Chinese medicine to supplement iron, but he didn't know what herbs could nourish the heart.

This feeling is like something that belongs to him, which is blatantly taken away by an outsider, but he has no evidence to prove that this thing is his own.

was robbed—

"Have you heard that the prince is going to marry the princess of a neighboring country, that is, Lu Qier is going to become our princess."

"Really, the prince doesn't like Lu Qier, he refused before."

"The past was the past, and the present is the present, but the prince made a very strange request to Lu Qier."

"any request?"

"The prince said he was willing to marry her, but the three months of their marriage must be quiet, the country is safe, and nothing happens at the border, otherwise he will not give her the crown of the princess."

"Hmm... It's really strange. Lu Qier, a princess, can't control these things. Maybe the prince just thinks that he can't enjoy himself alone during times of war."

"That's right... I really envy Lu Qier, I want to be a princess too."

The place where the two unicorns talked was right in front of Zhao Zhenhe's room. After hearing this, Zhao Zhenhe became agitated rarely. He tried to roar but found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

He could only walk to the door and try to close the door to seal himself off.

Seeing him, the two unicorns cried out happily, "Knight Zhao Choushi, the prince and princess are getting married soon, can you take us to the grand ceremony?"

Zhao Zhenhe's hand to close the door froze.

After a long silence, Zhao Zhenhe put down his hands... No, he doesn't want to go at all, he doesn't want to see anyone now, as if a knife is constantly stirring in his heart.

No one could hear his voice, let alone his heart... He nodded towards the two unicorns.