[Quick Pass] The target of the strategy is the fine points

The fine evening raindrops fell on the petals of wisteria on the wall, and the cool sky became less bright, but it added another ethereal beauty.

The gorgeously dressed queen lay quietly on the coffin covered with roses, her pale face was wide and quiet like she had never seen before.

Tazel turned his head to look at the rain curtain outside the window, scratching his fingertips unconsciously with his fingernails, never expecting that the woman who gave birth to him would die like this.

Unprepared and unexpected.

"Brother, you are also sad, right?" Talos placed a soft kiss on the woman's forehead, offering the bright red rose in his hand as a final farewell.

"I can see that although your mother often does some inexplicable things, you still love her very much."

Even if he knows the poison, he will drink it without hesitation, and he will not give up this idea until he has one breath left.

"How is it possible?" Tazel's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile: "She wants to kill me."

"But when you come back from outside, you will still bring a lot of jewelry to your mother, and even expensive perfumes that are priceless."

Talos picked up the picture book that was temporarily on the table and rummaged through it, found it and handed it to him.

The woman in the painting is not crazy, but more elegant and bright. She is kissing a teenager's forehead and bandaging his injured wrist.

"You were sent out by your father that time, and when you came back from a serious injury, it was your mother who pulled you back from death." Talos told the story of the queen letting him rot in his stomach, and he didn't know why his mother did this.

He clearly hated Tazel to the bone, and when he was on the verge of death, he ignored the obstruction and pulled him back, and he didn't allow anyone to speak out.

As if being burned, Tazel lowered his eyes and said nothing. He did have hopes for the queen, but when this moment came, he began to be at a loss again.

Day and night slowly floated up, and Wen Er found a huddled person in the corner.

"Tazeer, what's the matter with you?" Wen Er stretched out her hand and waved in front of his eyes, and followed his line of sight to see the queen.

"Wen Er, tell me... what on earth is she thinking?" Tazel's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were dazed, as if he had encountered an extremely incomprehensible matter and desperately needed someone to answer it for himself.

"She would drug me in the soup, she would curse at me for killing her daughter regardless of the image, and she would push me down the steps, and Talos said she saved me when I was close to death."

It's like expecting candy to hit your head all the time, but unconsciously suspecting that there's a sweet poison wrapped in it.

"Because she is a mother." Wen You hugged her in her arms distressedly, comforting her lover who was like a small animal.

"I don't seem to have mentioned my mother." Wen Er thought for a while and said: "Actually, my mother also wanted to kill me at the beginning, um... because I was a monster in her eyes, but in the end she raised me up gone."

Falling in love with a mermaid is romantic, but they are two different races after all. His father dived into the sea and disappeared, and his mother was driven out of the original town because of him, so she can only wander alone.

"Is it because of the scales on his body?" Tazel touched his waist, stroking the coldness on his palm.

On the way back, the intimacy was rejected, Tazel got angry and cut Wen Er's upper body clothes with a dagger, and also discovered the biggest secret of this man.

"They regarded me as an evil spirit, thinking that I would bring disaster to them." Wen Er didn't think there was anything he couldn't say, and ran his fingertips through Tazel's hair to comfort him.

"A wizard said that I would not live to be 20 years old. That's why I dared to provoke you."

He wants to leave a footprint in the world and chase what he really wants, even if he can't have it, as long as he can touch it.

Wen Er pressed his forehead to Tazel's, and said softly, "This is probably the only time God has given me protection."

"Me too." Tazel raised his head and pressed his lips, and the scorching atmosphere rose between the two, like a dying fish devouring the few remaining puddles.

God has never protected my life. Rather than saying that his touch gave me a glimmer of light, it is better to say that the devil opened a door for me.

Tazel vaguely thought about it truthfully, and unconsciously groped and tightened his palms.

"Hiss—" Wen Er suddenly cried out in pain, and pulled the evil hand out of his neckline.

The smog in his heart dissipated, Tazel took a breath and began to recall the feeling of the hand just now, looked at Wen Er with bright eyes and said, "It's very soft, let me touch it again."

Wen Er's face was burning hot, and she nervously grabbed the dishonest hand: "Tazeer, if you don't leave, it will be dawn."

"Then let's go!" Tazel stood up from his arms readily, and stretched out his hand to pull Wen Er up.

With the gentle cool wind blowing across his cheeks, Tazel reached out to grab the falling petals and glanced back at the lights on the top floor.

Wen Er's identity was not very glamorous, and the servants in the castle naturally didn't bother to curry favor, so Tazel led him to his room as a matter of course.

"I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"

He seemed to have regained his former nervousness, his golden eyes were full of smiles, and he rubbed his stomach in distress.

"There is bread delivered today." Wen Er rummaged through the cupboard, and took out a small stack of sliced ​​bread from the inside.

The castle has always had strict rules for servants, including no food in the room.

Wen Er looked away a little embarrassed: "I brought it up when those people weren't paying attention. If it doesn't work, I'll go to the kitchen to have a look."

The queen's sudden death made the king distraught, the housekeeper was called to sort out the funeral, and the servants who were left alone did not care much about their work.

Tazel put the plate on the table, pressed him on the bed, and sprinkled his warm breath on his neck: "Honey, can you find it?"

Wen You tilted his head impatiently, his Adam's apple rolled involuntarily: "I can't find it."

The castle was too big, and Tazel had told him about Tazel's location. Even so, it took him a long time to find him.

"Then don't look for it."

Tazel kissed his neck, moving his fingertips around his body, and looked up at him inquiringly: "Is it okay?"

His meaning was very clear, Wen Er covered her hot face with her hands, not quite understanding what was going on in this situation.

"That's not right."

"What's wrong?" Tazel deliberately teased him, tore himself off him and lay down on the side.

"You were obviously not like this before." Wen Er glared at him angrily, as if the image that needed to be protected before was imagined by himself, and he was completely different from the calm hooligan in front of him!

"Don't doubt yourself." Tazel said with a smile: "I've always been like this, it's just that you love me too much, sweetheart."

Appropriately releasing your weak side is also a way to catch prey, so that the other party will unconsciously put you within the range of the weak.

"Wen Er, I'm very sad now."

Tazel wrapped his arms around his waist and said in a muffled voice, "I need your comfort very much, I only have you and Talos left."

Sata has his own plan, and when the time comes, he is destined to part, and there are only a few people he cares about.

Wen Nu tilted her head and cursed in a low voice, as if she was compromising herself, she took the initiative to press his head on her chest.

The thin fabric was stained wet, and Tazel sighed in a low voice, with unresolved tenderness in his eyes.

Honey, you are the best gift the devil has ever given me.