A scholar’s ​​path to becoming a god

Princess Wuya pushed away the male favorite in front of her: "I have tried many times before but failed. Abel after resurrection has no sanity at all.

Maybe those women were of too low origin and the blood of the babies was low, so Master Nubis would be dissatisfied. "

Francis said with great interest: "Is the secret method really useful? I heard that the resurrected souls are very painful. After all, it is against nature.

Are you sure you want to kill your brother in order to resurrect him? After all, it is just a lowly slave. As long as you need it, aren't there many strong Hebrew men waiting for your favor? "

Princess Wuya sneered: "But these are not him. All I want is him."

Francis said: "I don't understand the feelings of you women. All I care about is the throne. When Nero returns to Rome, and then sends my sister back, that's all I want."

The more Sheng Zhiyu listened, the more shocked he became.

Thanks to her invisibility tool, otherwise she would have taken a long detour.

Princess Wuya actually wanted to sell her country for a slave. This is really...

Compared with Queen Nile, who had collusion with Rome in history, she was really for Nero, and Princess Wuya's style was more than a little lower.

After hearing about it, Sheng Zhiyu went back. After all, her invisibility prop didn't last long.

Because the bathhouse was hosting distinguished guests today, there were not many people. Song Qiran was still soaking in the bath waiting for Sheng Zhiyu to come back.

Sheng Zhiyu showed up as expected. Seeing Song Qiran's clothes neatly placed on the edge of the bath, she realized that he was not wearing any clothes and felt a little embarrassed.

"Junior sister, have you gained anything?" Song Qiran didn't care about being looked at by Sheng Zhiyu and stood up leisurely.

"Elder brother... put on your clothes first!" Sheng Zhiyu hurriedly averted his eyes.

Although Song Qiran's figure was first-class, she didn't dare to look at him if he dared to take off his clothes.

The words explain why a man who was so conservative before is so relaxed now?

Song Qiran said: "What are you afraid of, junior sister? It's not like I'm not wearing anything. And in the Roman baths, it's normal for men and women to bathe together."

This was true, at least Song Qiran was wearing a bath towel around her lower body.

Sheng Zhiyu didn't see it clearly just now, and now he felt that he was making a fuss.

After all, at the beach, there are more scantily clad men everywhere.

But Song Qiran's figure was so good that she felt a little uneasy: "You'd better put on some clothes."

Song Qiran raised the corners of her lips: "Junior sister, you have a nosebleed."

Sheng Zhiyu wiped it with his hand and found that his hand was full of blood.

It's over, I'm so embarrassed.

Sheng Zhiyu only had this idea in his mind.

From now on, there is no need to be a human being in front of Song Qiran.

Song Qiran stepped out of the bath, approached slowly, and wiped away the nosebleed from Sheng Zhiyu himself.

Sheng Zhiyu avoided looking and only dared to look down, only to see that the towel around Song Qiran's waist had been pushed up.

Although I didn’t see anything specific, I can imagine it was very spectacular.

"Junior sister, why are your nosebleeds getting more and more?" Song Qiran had originally intended to seduce Sheng Zhiyu, so he applied love-burning spices to his fingers.

When I wiped it on Sheng Zhiyu just now, the medicine had almost taken effect.

"Maybe the weather is too dry..." Sheng Zhiyu felt his body getting hotter and hotter.

"Then junior sister, why don't you take a dip in the bath to relieve yourself." Song Qiran started to untie Sheng Zhiyu's clothes.

Sheng Zhiyu felt that his state was getting more and more confused. When he remembered to push Song Qiran away, his clothes had already been taken off: "I'll soak it myself..."

Song Qiran was not in a hurry. The incense of burning love was already working. This kind of incense was not harmful to women, but it had an excellent effect of burning love.

So he took a few steps back: "Then junior sister, do it yourself."

Naturally, Sheng Zhiyu couldn't just go without clothes, so he picked up a bath towel and wrapped it around his body before stepping into the bath.

But she was still getting more and more restless. She missed Gu Xingzhou so much...

Seeing that the time was almost up, Song Qiran slowly approached Sheng Zhiyu.

The aura of male hormones surrounded Sheng Zhiyu, and she instantly softened and could no longer stand still.

"Junior sister, what's wrong with you?" Song Qiran held her waist.

Sheng Zhiyu didn't know that Song Qiran had used the burning incense and thought that he was stimulated by his body. He suddenly became nervous: "Elder brother, I want to go out..."

Seeing that she could still maintain her sanity in this state, Song Qiran was a little frustrated: "Okay, I'll go out with you."

He knew that if he continued, he would arouse Sheng Zhiyu's suspicion.

The effect of this medicine is not long, and it will be almost completely evaporated after it is taken out.

Because Sheng Zhiyu had no strength, Song Qiran had to help her dress herself.

Sheng Zhiyu was a little embarrassed, but Song Qiran said, "I already saw everything when I operated on you. What's the big deal?"

During the seven nights on the boat, he had already become familiar with Sheng Zhiyu.

Song Qiran behaved so naturally that Sheng Zhiyu felt that she was being obscene, not to mention that she was the one who had nosebleed to Song Qiran just now.

When the two of them got out of the bathhouse, Sheng Zhiyu was indeed quite sober, and even more upset about his gaffe just now.

Fortunately, Song Qiran didn't seem to care much.

Princess Wu Ya and Francis also came out. When they saw Sheng Zhiyu and Song Qiran, they said, "How do you two feel?"

Sheng Zhiyu said: "The bathhouses in your country are indeed well-deserved."

Everyone likes to be praised. Francis has just finished talking to Princess Wuya and is in a good mood: "The princess is full of praise for the messenger. I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to dinner?"

Sheng Zhiyu said: "Your Majesty, you are humbled. I am just a small envoy. I mainly accompany the princess. I am not worthy of your trouble to receive her."

Francis was rejected, but he wasn't upset at all: "As expected, it's hard to date beautiful women."

Francis continued to accompany the princess on her visit, while Sheng Zhiyu and Song Qiran returned directly to the post house.

"Senior brother?" Sheng Zhiyu saw Gu Xingzhou and Lu Xingjue standing at the door of the post house and thought he had made a mistake.

"I guess you are already here, so come to the post house to have a look." Gu Xingzhou put his arms around Sheng Zhiyu's waist, "Yu'er, did you miss me?"

"Think about it!" Sheng Zhiyu put his arms around Gu Xingzhou and buried his face in his arms.

Song Qiran smiled slightly: "Since junior brother and Xingjue are here, let's go in and chat. Junior sister just happens to have a clue."

Several people came to Sheng Zhiyu's room, and Sheng Zhiyu briefly told them the content of the conversation they heard before.

Gu Xingzhou said: "Anubis is the god of death in ancient Nero and takes over all the souls of the dead. Princess Wuya will definitely need its help if she wants to resurrect the Hebrew slave."

"Is Anubis the equivalent of China's King of Hell?" Lu Xingjue asked.