Invade the white dove

His breath became a little wet.

"Shh, someone's here."

Sotiria seemed very satisfied with Julius's reaction, and the smile on his face became brighter.

He waved the black book back to its original place, hugged Julis horizontally, and hugged him in the gauze blanket.

And Julius just stared blankly at his Mr. Knight, like an obedient doll.

"Ulis?" Now, Sotiria noticed his abnormality, but before he heard Ulis' answer, someone knocked on the door.

He can only give up temporarily.

For the first time, Sotiria was dissatisfied with the restriction that "normal humans cannot see themselves so he cannot appear in front of people lest they drive them crazy".

The person outside the door didn't get a response, so he said "excuse me" and pushed the door open.

It was Hassan, and there were several palace people behind him.

Hassan saluted Julis first, then stepped forward alone, knelt on one knee beside the bed, and said softly, "Dear guest, you need to make some preparations before meeting Your Majesty."

Julius nodded.

The subsequent bathing and changing of clothes were all arranged by the palace servants, and Julius listened to others fiddled with obsessively.

It wasn't until Hassan rubbed rose balm on the back of his neck, wrapped a layer of almost transparent indigo gauze around his waist, wrapped it cross-wrapped around his chest, and tied a knot on his back, that Julius was amazed. Raising his hand, he shook the bell on his wrist connected by a gold thread.

"What is this for?"

"Your Majesty likes it," Hassan replied.

Hassan also advises Ulis not to eat for the time being.Yulis only thought that King Kyle wanted to test his fighting skills, and eating would indeed have a certain impact on his pace.

"Thank you," he said to Hassan.

Hassan's expression was a little weird, and the smile on his face was a little forced.But Julius had no time to distinguish, all his thoughts at the moment were on his lips touched by Sotiria.

It's been so long, and that strange tingling feeling is still stuck in my heart.

This feeling……

If it was three days ago, Julius might not have cared.But during the past few days in a coma, he kept falling into various bizarre dreams, and experienced the pleasure of love for the first time.

Although the shadow of the other party in the dream was blurred, the sinking brought to him by that dexterous hand is still very clear until now.

Yulis felt guilty for violating the teachings of the God of God not to indulge in lust, but the shadow in the dream tempted him again.As a normal, full-blooded adult man, it was impossible for him to remain indifferent.

And Sotiria's touch reminded Julis of the touch in his dream irresistibly.

"Your Majesty is inside." Suddenly, the advancing palace servants stopped, and Hassan beside him stepped forward, knocked on the door knocker lightly, and pushed the door open a gap after receiving a reply from inside the room, "Death Messenger, I wish you a happy day." .”

"Don't be distracted, my Julius. You look at me with such burning eyes that I think your stupid brain has suddenly opened up." Sotiria whispered.

Julius trembled, and his feet were as soft as if they had stepped into cotton.

God knows how much effort he has had to support his body and prevent himself from falling to the ground.

He frowned and gave Sotiria a look, and then walked towards the door of the king's bedroom.

Standing in front of the door were two groups of soldiers, one of whom was a young man covered in black and not tall, whom Julius had seen in the Colosseum.

It was the man in black whose sword almost pierced his throat.

But now, he just stood silently in front of the door, with his head lowered, his whole body hidden in the shadows, like a silent wooden sculpture.

Yulis looked at him again, and pushed open the door of the bedroom.

The warm yellow candlelight was shut behind him.

"You're here." A brisk young voice sounded from the front.

Yulis quickly knelt down on one knee and lowered his head by the way.

It is impolite to look him in the eye without the king's permission.

The buzzing of insects outside the castle, and the crazy shouts of night tourists hidden in the distance, all indicate that the night is late.

But the king's chamber was as bright as day.

Yulis looked at the shadow under his feet, and he knew that it was the light brought by Odong's night pearl.

"Come here." King Kyle greeted him impatiently.

Julius looked towards the source of the sound - King Kyle was wearing a purple nightgown, lying on the bed and waving to him.

Only then did he have time to take a quick look at the furnishings in the house.

King Kyle has almost no aesthetics, or in other words, it is his aesthetics that make the whole room full of treasures in a mess.

Gold, which represents luxury, and red, which is the red flame of hell, are the main colors of the bedroom hall, showing the luxury and cruelty of the owner of the room.

However, even the all-night lighting of the night pearl could not erase the gloom of this room—the treasures plundered from various countries were randomly piled up in the room, and Julius seemed to be able to hear the wailing of the wandering spirits covering it.

And above the fireplace hung two swords crossed, and there were bloodstains on them that had dried and turned black.

"Come here." King Kyle spoke for the third time, with anger already on his face.

Julius stepped forward, and the golden bell on his wrist jingled with his movements.

He saw Kyle's eyes chasing his body, lingering unabashedly on his chest, stomach, waist and thighs wrapped in a floor-length scarf.

——The "clothes" that Hassan prepared for him was really not formal, not even a pair of serious trousers.But Hassan told him that this was the dress requested by the king himself.

Seeing Kyle's expression now, he seemed very satisfied, and Julius finally had a deeper understanding of the king's deviant behavior.

"You said before that you admired me."

King Kyle stretched out one leg, and bent the other leg. His white arm rested on his knee, and his slender five fingers held a round bead.

The light that filled the entire bedroom came from this bead.

"I am willing to be the humblest servant of His Majesty."

Amidst the jingle of bells, Julis followed Hassan's example and knelt on one knee beside Kyle's bed.After an afternoon of practice, he finally got used to the dull pain in his thigh when he moved, so he wouldn't fall down while saluting.

Kyle suddenly stood up.

It was only then that Julis realized that the king was not wearing a nightgown, but a thin blanket that could only cover his body. At this time, the blanket slid from his shoulders with Kyle's movements, exposing the young man's frail and thin chest.

There are traces of bruises all over it, and if you look closely, there seems to be bite marks on the pink milk beads.

Kyle raised his hand, but Julius couldn't react in time. He stared blankly at the other's arm stretched out towards him, jumped over his shoulder, and then loosened his neck, and the tulle crossed on his chest fluttered down, revealing that Hassan had written for him. Red rose tattoo drawn on chest.

Layers upon layers of petals are stretched alluringly on the white chest, and the stamens are dotted with a little black dye, like a sin in full bloom.

The king placed his palm on Julius's chest, feeling the trembling of the body as he wished.

He sat by the bed, showing his naked and thin body in front of Julis without any scruples, listening to the mysterious messenger of death begin to breathe rapidly, Kyle's emerald green eyes shone with pleasure.

"Take off your trousers," ordered the king.