Three-day moon in Wang Caili [Comprehensive]

"Isn't this obvious? This king just picked up a wild beast."

Wang said so.

The tone was flat, but there was a hint of sneer from the slightly rising tail.Arrogant, indifferent, full of disapproval.

Just like he discovered the strangeness of the knife from the very beginning - the knife also noticed it almost immediately, there is a rather strange thing about this man's attitude towards himself.

It seems to care for it, and it seems to pay special attention to the stunning sword when the prototype is first revealed, and it is also carefully playing when it is held in the hand.

But he didn't really care about him.

There is no owner's love for the treasures he got by chance, and it can even be said that he never even had the most basic "vigilance", "doubt" or "disgust".

You have to ask, be wary of suspicion and disgust, these are quite negative emotions, why do you say that?

The reason is very simple.

Didn't Wang already answer it indirectly, it's very obvious.

nobody--

Will take what I get at will...

Oh, it should be said that it is something that I got at will, and I have a feeling of love for things that I have [killing intent].

That's right!

It was [killing intent].

Dao didn't know what was going on, as if from the moment he woke up, he opened his eyes from the chaotic darkness, landed lightly on the ground, raised his head in the undispelled haze, and glanced directly in front of him ——

The man who appeared in the center of vision was extremely distinct, and no means could weaken his ostentatious presence.

And the moment he saw him, he felt more than just the weak connection between the two of them built by a little blood.

There is also a strong, almost irrepressible anger and anger at a certain time, as well as a killing intent born from the undercurrent that suddenly rolled up in his heart.

It's really strange, at that time, Dao obviously couldn't understand what his emotions were called at the moment, but he still wanted to kill the man in front of him.

It's not that he was irritated by the other's cold red eyes. It should be said that the source of the killing intent has nothing to do with the man himself - it should have nothing to do with it.

strangeness.

The knife has been patient.

He can find out what's wrong with himself, so even if staying with the blond man will make the already raging shadow in his heart even more agitated, he is patiently waiting while waiting.

kill him".

Want to kill this man, who he is, what his name is, these are not important.

The silt melted by the black shadow seemed to be flowing slowly, wanting to kill this man, the only emotion of the amnesiac with an empty head was too deep and complicated, it was really disturbing.

"……Ugh."

The knife is indeed haunted.

He never doubted that the king would not know his situation.

It's impossible to hide it, not to mention, he doesn't really have much intention to hide it.

All the hostility is in the eyes, only when staring at a certain man, the dark tide surges in the eyes that should be clear——

Yes, men have already found out.

But he didn't care, even though everyone who knew him had such daring thoughts, he didn't care from the beginning to the end.

"Have the claws been sharpened?"

This was the second sentence Wang said to him when they met again.

I mentioned the first sentence before, and when I came here, I smiled casually and compared the knife to a beast.

"Beast" sounds rude, but no matter how you look at it, it is seriously inconsistent with the image of the knife.

Regardless of his temperament, even if he doesn't speak, just letting his figure be reflected in the eyes of others is an extremely pleasing scenery.

How could such a person look like a beast?

Therefore, when Dao heard these words, he just looked puzzled and said: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Ah."

Wang laughed again.

Although he had communicated with Dao before, in fact, until now, he has not looked at him directly.

The political affairs of the day were just halfway through, and it was now in the afternoon. Wang called him over at this time, and he couldn't figure out what his intentions were, so he just came directly.

This should have been a rather rare break in Wang's busy day.

Usually, he would take a short nap in the afternoon to relieve his fatigue a little, then get up and continue to deal with various unfinished tedious tasks.

The place where Dao saw him was indeed the apse at the back of the meeting hall.

There are soft beds made of fine velvet in the hall, and the light fragrance floats gently from the incense burner, spreading a peaceful atmosphere in the hall.

The blond man was sleeping here, on a softer cushion. If he hadn't said those two words that didn't seem to have much kindness, Dao slowed down and walked in, thinking he had fallen asleep.

The king did not say what was the purpose of calling him.

Moreover, his presence or absence seemed to have no effect on the man who fell asleep on his own.

Before the knife came, Wang closed his eyelids.The sleeping face is solemn, and the forehead ornament hanging in front of the blond hair is tilted in front of the eyes, showing more beauty.

He is standing.

was ignored again.

Do you want to continue standing?Or turn around and go straight away.

Dao thought, "Master" didn't let him go, and likewise, he didn't say not to let him sit.

Then he sat down.

There was no spare place to sit in the hall, and there was a blanket on the ground, but Dao didn't think much, and sat beside the bed where the king was still asleep—whether it was the previous time or this time, he was always so rude.

Well, then, sitting is sitting.

He remained motionless, like a static statue, and he didn't hear the "master"'s order anyway.

"..."

Wang's eyelids trembled invisibly.

He probably didn't see it.

"..."

Carrying forward the tenet of indifference without order to the end, Dao sat like this for a long time, and at a certain sudden moment, he heard the man's obviously impatient voice:

"What are you doing in a daze, do what you should do, idiot."

"Then master, what should I do?" Dao asked humbly.

"How does this king know?" said the king who still didn't open his eyes: "It's a good idea to disappear from this king's presence, or if you want to do something that a captive beast should do, such as pleasing its master, it's up to you. "

knife:"……"

This human being is so weird.

He called him over without a reason, and now seemed impatient to tell him to go away.

The black mud, which was quite uncomfortable in his heart, was about to move again, probably because he was tortured by the "master"'s bad attitude.

He was going to leave - no.

After finally coming, Dao felt that he shouldn't be walking so fast.

Then there is only one option. "Please", of course.

After pondering for a while, he imitated the movements he had observed from other humans these days, and stretched out his hand, intending to rub the temples of the man who seemed a little tired.

However, just as the knife made a move, Wang opened his eyes silently.

Was pinched, although only the left hand.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the force felt was not heavy.

Wang asked, "What do you want to do?"

Dao said truthfully: "Of course I did what I should do, to please you."

He answered very bluntly, and did not hide his actions.Wang seemed to be a little surprised, but obviously he was not "pleased", it was just a little bit of interest after the surprise.

"A beast is a beast, no matter how beautiful it is."

The interest seemed to fade quickly, and the man snorted softly: "If you can't learn to be good, you will get back after you sharpen your claws quietly. I don't have any expectations for you. It doesn't matter whether you want to try to be good or continue to polish it." .”

"Let's struggle for a while, it's not bad to stage a farce."

——This is what this man really thinks in his heart.

Knife finally understood.

His "master" is really selfish to the extreme.

Not caring is not caring.

Thoughts of disobedience arise, or do you still want to do something... Everything about the knife is not even a threat in his opinion.

The man occasionally summoned him because he might still have some affection for his shell, like a delicate decoration in the room.

For decoration, a simple glance is enough.

It doesn't matter whether he has fangs and claws or not.Because, before the claws strike, the king will cut them off mercilessly.

"Since you said you can do whatever you want, then it's up to you now."

After finishing speaking, the king threw away the hand of the sword, and closed his eyes again,

Dao stared at the red marks that had been pinched between his fingers, his eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything, and massaged his master's temples according to his previous thoughts.

Of course, it was his first time doing this kind of thing, so the technique was definitely not very good.

After a few clicks, Wang told him to go away with a headache from being poked out. Biting the Lord is not this kind of biting method.

"No, I didn't think about doing unnecessary things."

Dao withdrew his hand, but did not leave immediately as Wang asked.

"You are my master."

he said softly.

"Of course I—"

"Won't do it."

"Things against you."

"Is it."

Another low laugh leaked out.

Wang looked over with his scarlet eyes, and the dark color hidden in his pupils, in terms of scarlet red, could also be said to be clear without a trace of variegation.

"My lord remembers what you said."

quite perfunctorily remembered.

And therefore, not long after——

……

A war is about to break out between Uruk and its ever hostile neighbor.

The opportunity for the war was a rumor from a merchant, saying that the king of Uruk got the most beautiful sword in the world, and everyone who saw it was overwhelmed.

Moreover, this sword is unique, only the greatest king is qualified to have it.

Throughout the ages, amazing treasures have always been one of the lures that cause turmoil.Not to mention, the neighboring countries already coveted Uruk's riches, wouldn't it be better to find an opportunity to plunder.

Uruk hadn't experienced a war for many years, but the king didn't take it seriously, and never considered the possibility of defeat from the very beginning.

He is both king and the most powerful warrior in the country, and he will go to battle in person.

However, there is a problem.

Wang's strongest and most handy weapon was sealed by himself a few years ago.There are still quite a few weapons available in the treasury, but I'm afraid you'll have to choose carefully...

Oh, no need.

"Isn't this king one of the ready-made weapons?"

Yes.

Ready-made weapons - knives are here.

He took the initiative to say: "Please let me follow you."

"It's quite courageous." Wang smiled like a smile, "Forget it, it's you."