[Mummy] Eternal Life Spell

Mr. silently looked at Imerton lying in his arms. The worry and helplessness in his eyes broke the usual indifference on his face. He didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly sighed and put Imerton Lift him up and put him on the bed.

In fact, he is not a person who understands love.Before, his heart was full of revenge and ambition. When he trampled everyone under his feet, he had everything he wanted. As long as it was someone he liked, who would dare to disobey his orders?Now, after carrying this curse that can never be shaken off, he has gradually learned to control himself and his emotions. After all, everything in this world can only be a passer-by in his long life.

Including this Imerton, his only student, in Mr.'s heart, his real student, the only one who got his true biography, is Imerton.Imerton's limited life is doomed that his feelings for him are just a tragedy, just like most of the joys and sorrows in the world.

After a long time, my husband has become more bearish on many things.The so-called love, excluding betrayal, in his view, is just a tacit understanding between two people holding hands until they grow old and living the rest of their lives together.No one can spend the rest of his life with him, so there is no love at all, and this kind of feeling is unnecessary.

But there are always people who are obsessed with it.Why should we be persistent?The husband doesn't know that time has allowed him to obtain the truth of the world that ordinary people will never be able to see through. Similarly, time has also made him never able to understand the feelings of ordinary people.

He looked at Imerton on the bed, sighed softly, and was about to leave when Imerton, who was unconscious, grabbed his wrist. "Don't even think about leaving... Fischer Rilla..." he murmured, gradually tightening his grip on Mr.'s wrist, and Mr. seemed to feel no pain, with a look of helplessness or sadness on his face. look.

"I won't go, Imerton." Sir whispered in his ear.Yes, he will not leave, it is you who will leave, Imerton, he can be with you until you die, but you cannot be with him until he is gone forever.So, the one who leaves first is you, Imerton.

It doesn't matter if you stay or not.

Anyway, over the years, he has long been used to saying goodbye to others.He buried too many friends with his own hands, some of them were just acquaintances, he accompanied them through the happiest time of their lives, and then he quietly watched them grow old and embrace death, and put the coffin lid on them , and silently began the next journey.

This cycle goes on and on without end.

Maybe there will be some sadness at the beginning, but as time goes by, when the oppression and torture make him breathless, the husband finds that he can face these cruel realities with a smile on his face, Time has never been biased against anyone.The reincarnation among all living beings is probably like this.

Imerton seemed to have heard what Mr. said. He gradually loosened his grip on Mr.'s wrist, but he didn't let it go completely. As long as Mr. showed signs of pulling away, he would hold it tightly again, and he couldn't pull it away no matter how hard he pulled it. .In desperation, the husband had to sit on the edge of the bed and wait for Imerton to wake up by himself.

Imherton slept very peacefully this time, but after waking up early in the morning, he found that he had a splitting headache. He sat up rubbing his temples, and suddenly found something was wrong—he seemed to be holding something in his hand. human wrist.He was startled, and looked towards the bed, only to find that Mr. was propping his head with one hand and closing his eyes, he was relieved.

Wait, how did Fisher Rilla end up here? !And, why is he clutching his wrist so tightly? !Emerton's heart that had just been let go hung up again.He started trying to remember what happened last night, which was difficult because the damn alcohol was clouding his judgment.

He vaguely remembered that Mr. slapped him, as if to make him put down the bottle, and then...then...Damn it, he couldn't remember!What if... what if he talks nonsense?As the so-called speaking the truth after drinking, what if...he said something that shouldn't be said, and made Fisher Rilla leave him? !

Imerton thought with some annoyance that he shouldn't touch such evil things as alcohol.It can anesthetize your pain and make you confused between right and wrong!

Imerton looked carefully at his sleeping face, he seemed a little tired, so Imerton's movement did not wake him up.Without the usual smiling mask, the current husband looks much more serious. His facial features are very delicate, but you will never mistake his gender.His eyelashes are very long, and he can leave a little shadow on his face even with his eyes closed. His nose bridge is strong/straight, and his thin lips, which represent fickleness, have no curvature, but they look very delicious...

Oh Ra God!Emerton, what are you thinking!Imerton quickly looked away, but after a while, he couldn't help but put his eyes on his husband's face again.This kind of emotion is uncontrollable, Imerton narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a sinister arc, and he suddenly leaned in front of Mr.

Anyway, he fell asleep, and he wouldn't notice if he made a sneak attack... He couldn't control himself anymore...

Imerton slowly leaned forward, God attests this was his first time!Although he was very calm on the surface, his heart was already turbulent. He felt that his heart was beating too fast as if it was going to jump out of his throat.What if... was discovered by Fisher Lila?If caught straight...

Just when Imerton's lips were about to touch Mr.'s lips, Mr. suddenly opened his eyes. The amber eyes were clear to the bottom, but you will never be able to see through them.

Already been caught!what to do?Do you want to continue?Imerton gritted his teeth and became cruel, nonsense, it's all for this sake, it doesn't matter if it continues or not, of course continue!Thus, Imerton paused for less than a second, and suddenly speeded up and kissed the husband's lips fiercely, without giving him any time to react.

There was a trace of surprise in Mr.'s eyes, but soon, that surprise completely sank to the bottom of the lake.He looked at Imerton's aggressive dark brown eyes quietly, without rejecting, let alone responding, like a bystander who was cold to the bone marrow, sitting quietly, as if the person Imerton kissed deeply did not not myself.

Being looked at by his husband like this, Imerton felt as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head, causing his heart to fall into a cold abyss.He left his husband's lips abruptly, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "You know?" He asked an inexplicable question.

"Well, I see." The gentleman understood what he was saying, and he nodded calmly.

"I... told you last night?"

"Hmm." The gentleman's attitude still hasn't changed much.

"But, you will never give me any response, will you?" Imerton suppressed the madness in his eyes, and looked at the gentleman calmly.

The gentleman's eyes flickered slightly, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed: "I'm sorry, Emerton..."

"Can you tell me the reason? Fisher Lila, is it because I am your student? Or is it because of my gender, or my status as a high priest?" Emerton asked, "I can use actions to make you Forget about me being your student, forget about my gender, if you think the title of high priest is an obstacle, I don't have to!"

"Immorton..." Mr. frowned slightly, "Don't give up your dreams for others, it's not worth it..."

"As long as you nod, everything is worth it!" Imerton retorted.

"...These are not the reasons." The gentleman who is not very good at dealing with creatures like suitors stood up directly, with a little impatience in his tone, "Things are far more complicated than you imagined. Forget it, Immo Don, I'm not the one you should like. I'm your teacher, no matter what happened today or last night, we are still on the same front, you should put your mind on Pharaoh and Ramses, and not me."

With that said, the gentleman walked away directly.

Imerton looked at the back of his husband with a self-deprecating and wry smile.He said it easily, but in real practice, it was difficult for Imerton to control his emotions. After all, he did not have such a long experience as Mr. He was just a human being, and he could not be truly ruthless like Mr. distinct.

He had feelings, so the gods gave him the punishment for betraying his faith-Fischer Rilla was the punishment of the gods.

This incident is over, Mr. can pretend nothing happened, but Imerton can't.He began to stay away from her husband gradually, and they met less and less often, and even if they met, they could never regain the feeling of tacit understanding at the beginning.Even Nafidili felt that there was something wrong between the husband and the high priest, and asked tactfully many times if the husband had quarreled with the high priest.

Imerton often thinks that if he had matured back then and kept his feelings for his husband deep in his heart instead of expressing them directly to him, maybe the two of them could still play chess, drink tea and talk together like before. Politics.But there are never ifs in this world.

Because of his words, they can never go back to the past.

Of course, the incongruity between the husband and the high priest reached Ramesh's ears.After hearing the news, His Royal Highness the talented crown prince narrowed his eyes slightly, and he smiled, laughing at the high priest who would become indecisive whenever he encountered Fisher Lila.What a great person this high priest is, who made the old pharaoh's harem and political situation so muddy, but fell on this oriental man.

"Your Highness, are you going to start that plan?" Ramesh's loyal personal servant asked softly.

"...No..." Ramis touched his chin, hesitation flashed across his face, "Wait a little longer, give Fisher another chance..."

"Your Highness, that foreigner..." The personal servant wanted to say something, but was severely interrupted by Ramsey.

"Shut up, are you the master or I am the master, huh? I said, give him one more chance, the last chance..." Ramesh kicked the servant away, looked at the key on the table, and thought what, silence.