Heartbreaker

The death of Nugent Black was a great shock to Fallows.

Just as the fool doesn't understand my mind, so I don't understand his.The impassioned dog bark of the crooked bastard almost brought tears to my eyes before his death.On the first day after Nugent's death, he stood by my desk, talking endlessly about how the other party, as the Minister of Justice of the old country, dedicated himself to his duties, alluding to how unfair and stupid it was for me to drive him to death .

I was so dizzy that I almost wanted to stuff the ink bottle on the table into his mouth.I stared at his upright face, gritted my teeth and said, "Faros Plummer, I am the king, if you keep talking, I will let the army stick teach you how to be obedient!"

Fallows was not afraid of boiling water that day, so he yelled angrily, "Well, you won't call me 'fool Pulumo' this time! You finally know how to respect others? I'm so happy, Your Majesty! "

Immediately, I slapped the table violently, and let the guards enter and drag the Knight Commander of the Winter Ting Army out.While being taken to prison, Fallows roared, "You know what? Actually, I don't care if you respect me or not! It doesn't matter if you beat me or scold me, it's a trifle! But a truly wise king would never Blocking the way of speech, self-willedness, and arbitrariness are the beginning of the crisis..."

Fuck, if I'm not busy with business now, I really want to beat him a few sticks myself.

A few days later, I heard from the old man that after being beaten that day, Fallows regarded the prison as his home, and stayed there and never left.At that time, I was looking through the accounts recently submitted by the Finance Court, and said casually, "Leave him alone, I don't have time to deal with a tantrum knight."

"He is not an ordinary knight." The old man gave me a meaningful look, and said, "Silver Kirin Knight, the personal guard knight of the kings of Wanjiang in the past. To the king, he is the sharpest sword and the strongest shield , is also the last straw—of course, the last straw for you may be the little undead, but you can’t ignore this knight because of this.”

"Then what do you want me to do?" I closed the book, and cried angrily. "Should I go to him and confess my mistake, and say, 'My dear knight, it is your Majesty's mistake, please come out and dine with me. Go', fuck it!"

"It's not for you to admit your mistake." Chichikov gave me a distasteful look, which he always does when I'm furious, "It's for him to understand the truth of the matter. The little knight's misunderstanding of you, in the final analysis, is your fault. The prejudice of the 'undead'. Everyone in Vulture City believes that the undead will bring disaster, but you have always avoided talking about this disaster. Your Majesty, if there is a misunderstanding, you must solve the misunderstanding. It is like a germ that resides in the human body, you You can’t turn a blind eye and wait for the disease to go out with pain.”

I said angrily, "Why should I waste so much time on such a trivial matter?"

Chichikov narrowed his eyes and said, "Actually, you never thought that Fallows Plummer would betray you, did you? That's why you accused Nugent Black, but tolerated the naysayer Silver again and again." Lin Knight."

"You know, all his dissatisfaction and resistance are for you, and I hope you can become a better king."

****

I stood in front of the brick-red prison, sniffing.

——At the end of the day, he's just a 17-year-old little knight commander, who reveals his true colors when he gets angry.

The old man's words echoed in my ears, along with the irritating second half of the sentence.

——There is also a little king who is only 15 years old.

I waved off all the minions that followed, and walked along the damp tiles, torch myself.Vicious thoughts filled my brain along the way, and I even thought about whether I would scold "I think this place is suitable for you, stay here!" or "What do you think you are? A silver knight , just play your temper in front of the king?".

I had several versions in my mind that I could scold him, and when the jailer led me to the cell where Fallows was staying, and saw his pale side cheeks and emaciated body, I stayed outside the door, but said nothing not coming out.

The jailer whispered in my ear, "Your Majesty, the knight commander only eats one meal a day, and the food is very simple. He said that he should reflect on his sins, and when he wants to understand, he will leave."

I nodded indifferently and let him go, leaving Fallows and me alone in this dark and small space.The Silver Scale Knight turned his back to me, the stick wounds criss-crossed on his strong back, the blood color had not yet faded.I counted, thirty, no more, no less, and I hit them hard, probably because of the strong request of the idiot himself.

The cell door where the knight was held was not locked, and a small bowl of water was placed by the wall. Fallows knelt by the wall, naked|exposing his upper body, with his head hanging down, as if he was facing the wall in reflection.I went into the cell, and in the dim light of the fire outside the door, I said to him, "Your Majesty has arrived. Turn here, knight."

Fallows raised his head a little, turned around slowly, shifted his knees, and rested his clenched fists on his thighs.After so many days in prison, the flame in his eyes still hasn't been extinguished. He said it was introspection, but in fact it just strengthened his mind.

I stood at the door with my hands behind my back, trying not to let the idiot hear my angrily grinding teeth.He looked straight at me, as if he was waiting for me to speak first, and I was so angry that I opened my mouth first, guessing there was only a bunch of foul language waiting to be spewed out.

"Your Majesty." After a long time, the Silver Scale Knight restrained the sharpness in his eyes, and bowed his head obediently to me, "I have reflected a lot in the past few days."

I snorted angrily.

"At the beginning, Sir Nugent and I handcuffed your undead to the wall and used torture." He closed his eyes, lowered his head and said, "I admit that later, when faced with the painful appearance of that undead, I felt that A very stupid mistake."

"The undead's name is 'Luo', and he was also a citizen of the Wanjiang Empire, but he became an undead after his death and was used by me." I said coldly, "You know, on the day you tortured him What did he do that night? He sat by the window with his qin in his arms, playing and singing music. He was preoccupied, but when I asked, he didn't mention a single word about your abuse of him. Just because..."

Fallows' shoulders froze for a moment.I went on, "Just because I say that Nugent Black is a capable Lord Chancellor, and that my Silver Rider, Fallows, has done all he can to strengthen the Winterspear."

He was speechless for a while, and I stared at his reaction, wondering how he was feeling right now.But Fallows quickly raised his head and said to me, "Have you ever seen the picture of the Wanjiang Empire being destroyed by the undead, Your Majesty?"

I frowned, not expecting the topic to be changed here.I said indifferently, "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I know that to kill Elliott, there must be undead. This is why I am willing to give my soul. I want to kill the kingslayer more than any of you. That's my only purpose."

"That's exactly what I want to tell you, Your Majesty." Fallows shook his head and said, "I realize my mistakes before, but I still don't think that the undead are the magic weapon to save the old country."

I said coldly, "Not even undead, then this country is probably hopeless."

Fallows was silent for a moment, and asked sadly, "Compared with the Winter Ting Army, do you believe in the undead more, Your Majesty?"

"It's not that I don't believe in the Winter Ting Army." I turned around, faced the swaying flames, and said coldly, "It's because I know how powerful the enemy is. Ordinary people may have a second chance after failing once, but For me, and for the entire Vulture City, failure is failure, and the ending will only be crushed into the dust, without even the power to resist."

I clenched my fists and said through gritted teeth, "I will never allow the same thing to happen again, because I was once weak, so I understand that if I have no strength, I will end up!"

From many years ago, Airon, who was stronger than me, was like a cold knife on the neck, pushing me step by step to the brink of fear and collapse.When I grew up, the sharp claws and hot saliva of the dragon destroyed my body again.The former Lemon Thor died, died of the contempt and abandonment of others, and died of the weakness of being unable to resist fate.

It is enough to make the same mistake once.Anyway, this is a fucked up world, and everyone in it is more fucked up than anyone else.The most fucked one can fight to the end, survive, rise to the top, gain power and fame, and be praised by countless fuckers.

This is the truth of the world, huh.

"I said..." Fallows whispered, his tone full of exhaustion and vicissitudes, "If you have resentment towards this world, you hate that no one stands by your side when you are most lonely and helpless, blocking all obstacles for you. harm……"

"'From now on, I will stand in your way'." I answered the second half of the sentence calmly.The idiot looked at me in surprise, he probably didn't expect that I would remember it so firmly.I glanced at him and said flatly, "I know, you want to block for me."

Fallows' eyes lit up suddenly, and he pursed his lips in bewilderment, as if he was extremely honored by my recognition of him.

Fallows Plummer.I repeated the name silently in my heart.Four years ago, Lemon Sol dreamed of owning a knight of his own, and he would definitely be moved by this sincere look.

But now I have everything.The person who loves me, the knight who belongs to me, has everything, but I can no longer find the longing that spontaneously arose from the depths of the past.

I stared at the moldy cracks in the wall and said softly, "Once upon a time, Lemon Sol, who was tied to the torture bed, also thought that there would be a dragon-killing warrior who would save him."

...So that's the case, since there are always some people in the world who strive to achieve world peace and justice, never give up, never compromise.Then maybe I can wait until that moment, until someone who can really save me appears...

"But later he found out that he was wrong. If a person starts to expect others, he will only end up with disappointment. When I no longer fantasize about someone standing behind me, I can get up on my own and face everything."

...But what puzzles me is, if a heart that has been broken is stitched up again, will it still look like it used to be?Will it still dance innocently as usual...

"It's too late."

Fallows behind him was silent, and I felt that there was no need to say anything more.I stepped out of the prison cell and said to the silent Silver Lin Knight in the shadows, "I hope we can restore the glory of the former Ten Thousand Borders Empire together, Pharos. A knight commander staying in prison cannot bear this responsibility, you think about it Consider it."

****

A few days after leaving the cell where Pharos was held, I fell ill.

I was lying on the bed, hot as a hot stove, while the imperial doctor was running around like a swarm of flies in my bedroom, which was useless.I was dizzy and sweating profusely, making Luo Binghan's body drenched, like two embracing dogs in the water.

"I've known this kid for a long time, and it's the first time I saw him sick." Chichikov shrugged and said, "His life is hard. No matter what torture he suffers, he will not fall. Hatred and anger are like knocking The hammer of the fencing sword forged his heart to be extremely cold, and this fragile state is really rare."

Luo said worriedly, "What's the matter? I tried to heal him with the blood of the undead, but it didn't help."

"It's a mental illness." Chichikov was still smoking, which made me almost suffocate. "That day, Lemon went to find the little knight leader, and he fell ill when he came back. Probably he confided something in his heart to the little knight. When I came back, the more I thought about it, the more irritable I became, and I became sick with anger.”

Luo obviously couldn't understand, "This..."

Qiqikov said, "Little Undead, have you ever seen a clam?"

"I have seen."

Chichikov shook his head and analyzed, "It's a kind of mollusk. It's very soft and fragile, and anyone can crush it. So it has grown a solid and thick shell during its long evolution to protect itself. Once the shell is opened and the cold wind and turbulence from the outside hit, they will be vulnerable..."

Satan, if I hadn't run out of strength, I would have punched this nonsense old man twice.To make matters worse, after listening to Chichikov's words, Luo showed a deeply appreciative expression, and hugged my arm a little harder.Fuck, I don't feel happy at all.

"Lymon... how do you feel, are you okay..."

Ro whispered my name.There are only two of us left in the dark bedroom, I exhale a scorching breath, and the cold body temperature of the undead makes me feel comfortable.I tore off his skirt, and pressed my hot forehead against his open chest, my nails digging deep into his flesh.Luo quickly took off his clothes and put his arms around my fiery body.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you, Lemon..." he told me.My eyes were heavy and I didn't even have the strength to open my mouth.Satan knows why I'm sick.It's just that I thought of the past while talking to the idiot. Isn't that something I often think about over and over again?It wasn't the first time that the fire burned my body, but this time was undoubtedly the most unbearable.

"Sleep well, Lemon..."

Luo's voice floated in the depths of my consciousness, and I really fell asleep in his voice, but what followed was not a sweet dream, but a nightmare.I dreamed that when I was seven years old, I was surrounded by wasps, and the venom running through my veins burned my whole body and swelled.I dreamed that I was holding a letter with peaches in my hand, and the hot tears we shed drenched the paper.I dreamed of the candlelight in the interrogation room, and the whips of the chastening monks lashing my burning wounds.Then the dragon, I was sent into its dark mouth, sliding down the slimy interior, only to catch the acid that can corrode everything...

Then, there was a broken hand, and blood gushed out from the cut.A pair of eyes hooked my flesh, tore me bloody, made my rancid body fluid flow, and slammed my hard heart with a heavy hammer.It despised my natural depravity, and spurned the brutality I was proud of.Those vicious eyes spared no effort to let me know that Lemon Bone Spur, who has turned into such a posture, has long been an unbearable loser.

——I can’t adapt to this declining world, damn me!

And I, standing in the vortex of anger, felt the blazing wind like countless silver needles, peeling off my skin finely.I threw my head back and roared, and the water rose up to my neck, like a layer of glue that bound me, making it difficult for me to breathe smoothly.

All those who despise me - those who hate me - ant-like incompetent people, what makes you so proud and upright in front of me? ! ——That’s right—you should be damned—you should all be damned! !Now that you know, go to hell with me!

"Well!!"

I suddenly convulsed crazily, and my eyes turned from chaos to clarity. After a while, the suffocation in my chest dissipated, and the cool air flowed in through my mouth and nose.I stared at the ceiling, and suddenly felt a little sticky on my fingertips.

I turned my head and saw a gap in Luo's chest, and my fingers were deeply embedded in it, touching the "blood" in his body.

His face was pale, as if he had just been relieved from great pain, and he smiled weakly at me, "...Lemon...are you better..."

The burning sensation was stripped from my body bit by bit, I looked at him fixedly, "...what's going on? What did you do?"

"Pain...the pain you gave me...or sex|things..." Luo Qiang cheered up and explained, "It's...the undead and the master—no, the way you resonate with my soul..."

"resonance?"

Luo whispered, "I can hypnotize you with my voice, and your dreams will reflect your emotions and desires. I will draw out the emotions that trouble you, and you can..."

"Pain and sex|things?!"

My voice suddenly raised, which surprised Luo.Before he could react, I grabbed his neck viciously and said angrily, "That is to say, every time I hurt you or make|love you, you can peep into my heart?!"

Luo's body froze. Facing my anger, he would always swallow his anger, but today there was a hint of sadness in his tolerance.His wound was still dripping with crystal drops, and I pinched his neck to bruise, and I was still pressing hard.

"Yes." He said to me, "I can grasp all your emotions even if I don't understand the reasons for them. Sometimes, I even understand your own heart better than you..."

"You're just fucking telling me this now?!"

With a bang, I smashed the vase by the bed, stared at Luo with blood red eyes, trembling palms, and almost couldn't help punching him.Luo stared blankly at my manic appearance, the grief in his eyes deepened, and even the flames dimmed a lot.

"Owner……"

"Get out of my bed." I calmed down, stared at him and said, "Squat to the corner for me, just like you did at the beginning, stay away from me, like an obedient undead."

He looked at me for a while, and finally got out of bed, picked up the clothes on the floor, put them on one by one, covered his face with the hood of the black cloak, and sat in the corner silently.I turned over angrily, wrapped the quilt tightly, and closed my eyes in silence.There was silence all around, but I felt something blunt in my head, buzzing endlessly.I turned over irritably, messed up the bed, and still didn't feel sleepy.

"Hold!"

I cursed at the ceiling and turned to look into the corner.Luo didn't know when he quietly moved to the window, and sat facing the bright moon and stars, his body curled up like a big black rock.

A thought flashed through my mind—you're fucked up sooner or later, Lemon Bonespur.

I got out of bed, picked him up, and threw him on the bed.Luo tensed his body, and I covered each other with a large goose down quilt, staring at his thin back with bloodshot eyes.Luo was motionless, his body stiffer than a stone sculpture.

After a while, I hugged him and pressed him against my chest.Luo struggled a few times, I stood up angrily, put one hand on the side of his pillow, bent down, and wanted to bite his side face hard——

As a result, when the teeth were about to approach his cheek, I closed my mouth by a ghost, and imprinted a kiss on his side cheek.

"..."

"..."

Involuntary stupidity annoys me more than insomnia.I fell on the bed angrily, and just about to turn around, Luo turned around suddenly, wrapping his arms around my neck.I squinted my eyes coldly, spread my hands out, and it took me a long time to hug him.He pressed his body tightly against me, filling my empty chest for an inexplicable moment.

So, on that destined sleepless night, Lemon Bone Spur, who had just recovered from a serious illness, finally had a good night's sleep.