I warmed his cold blood

When Helen woke up again, she found herself lying in a simple house.The pillars of the house are made of sand, mud and stones, and the quilt is also made of coarse cloth. This is a typical civilian residence.

Helen only felt soreness in the back of his head.The moment he opened his eyes, the memory before he fell into a coma flooded his mind, and appeared in his eyelids, flying past his eyes like a shuttle.

The pale moon, Lucas's blue eyes, and the words he spoke seemed to be seared into Herron's soul, becoming one with his blood.Even if the mind is dizzy, these memories will reappear over and over again, like a sharp hook piercing the heart, when the memory is hooked, it is the time of suffering.

Helen sat up with difficulty, his black eyes covered with a fog of trance.He felt those painful memories scattered in his blood, and then they slowly gathered from his limbs and bones, and gathered into a hard lump like a stone, stuck in his lungs, up and down, as if to Suffocate yourself to death.

"Are you awake?!" A very immature child's voice came over, with a tone of surprise.

Helen didn't speak, just nodded in a daze.He followed the voice and looked over.

A child is holding Seneca, with a round face, big eyes, and a childish smile, and there is a puppy wagging its tail jubilantly at its feet.

Heron felt that this child's face was a bit familiar, including the short-legged and fat puppy, but he couldn't trace the specific memory.

The child found a piece of red gauze from the drawer, shook it at Helen, and said with a smile, "Do you remember me? That day... I tore off the window screen of your car, and you graciously forgave me."

Heron wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound.He felt that his throat was sealed with a layer of wax, and he couldn't squeeze out a word.

He held his neck and coughed for a long time, and his eyes gradually filled with black air.His vision became blurred and his breathing became short of breath.

The child was a little strange, he slowly approached the bed, "What's wrong with you?"

Heron trembled, and made a gesture of writing.The child understood what he meant and brought him wax boards and engraving pens.

Helen thought for a while before writing, "Have you seen a blond slave?"

The child glanced at the wax board and shook his head: "Your horse rushed into the city like crazy, knocked over the olive oil barrels in the oil mill, and killed a hen that lay eggs! In the end, it was killed by several The groom subdued it together. I saw the half-torn red gauze on the car window, and I immediately thought of you."

He recalled, "You passed out in the car with this little baby next to you. He was crying!"

He stretched out his arm and lifted Seneca.

Seneca was already awake, very well behaved.Apart from the fact that the original chubby face was a little smaller and his complexion was not as rosy as before, there was not much change.

Seeing Herron, he laughed and babbled at him.The two lips were parted, and the bulging forehead shone slightly in the candlelight.

Looking at the cute and ignorant baby, Helen felt a dull pain in his heart.

He took Seneca, got out of bed directly, took out silver coins from the purse he carried with him, and rewarded him with some money.

"Are you leaving?" the child held the coins and said worriedly, "My father is a doctor. He said that you would only pass out after being hit on the head, and you need to take a good rest."

Helen stood stiffly, feeling lost, his thoughts wandered far away, and his entire soul seemed to have drifted far away with his thoughts.

He was stunned for a long time before remembering to take the engraving pen and wrote: "Find me a groom, I need to go to the countryside, and now is the time!"

The child glanced at him, didn't dare to refute him, picked up the puppy and ran outside.

He lives in a neighborhood where the poor gather, and his neighbor is a public slave for the noble and rich, and his occupation is to drive a carriage.

The coachman was an honest and honest poor man, and when he took Heron's coin, he knelt down and thanked him.

……

Helen wobbled in the carriage and returned to the countryside again.Holding Seneca in his arms, he walked to the place where he separated from Lucas with the support of the coachman.

The cold wind in the countryside continued to whine in his ears.The moon has come to the middle of the night, still exuding a pale whiteness, as if the coldness of the environment is spit out by this cold moon.There are continuous black mountains floating in the distance, and hard black thorns nearby.Only the yellow and dry grass proves that this place still has color.

Heron's cloak was blown up, and the invisible stones in his lungs were still floating.He walked tremblingly along the path along the road, his lips trembling more and more.

There are no lions in the suburbs.Helen walked for a long time, and saw half-dried blood on a clump of withered grass.

His eyes darkened, he swallowed, and continued walking.

He didn't know how long he walked, walking like a living corpse; finally, he picked up Lucas' sword in the rough sand.

Heron staggered, covering his mouth with his hands, and the sound of thunder and lightning bursting rang in his ears.Black water gradually filled before his eyes, and it was pitch black. At this moment, he couldn't see anything.

The coachman helped him slowly back to the carriage.According to the instructions written in advance on the wax board, he drove Helen back home in a carriage.

Heron got out of the carriage in a daze, and walked into his house.

The slaves hurried up to meet him, and the female slave took Seneca from his arms.

Helen wrote the order and walked forward while clutching his chest.

He held Lucas' sword in his hand, and his legs and feet seemed to lose weight, becoming lighter and lighter.He couldn't see anything clearly, there were fragments of light in front of his eyes, and there seemed to be a pool of stagnant grease dangling in his head.His breathing gradually became weaker, and the depressed mass in his chest was lifted up more and more, and he was about to vomit it out.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and fell to his knees limply.

He grabbed the front of the front and gasped for a few quick breaths. As soon as his throat hurt, he spat out a pool of blood.

……

After receiving the message, Gattuso picked up Sura, who was sleeping, and rushed to his cousin's house immediately.

The moment Sulla met Seneca, her long-dead soul came back to life.Her lifeless eyes were lit up, and her withered skin plumped up when she saw her son; it was as if a white bone had rapidly grown blood vessels and flesh, and her internal organs began to function again.

She hugged Seneca and kissed him desperately, crying as she kissed.

Gattuso was unable to see Herron in the atrium.According to etiquette, Heron should greet them in the courtyard in person.

He had a bad intuition.

Without telling Su La, he went to Helen's bedroom.

Helen lay stiffly, his face was bloodless, his lips were also white, his soft long hair was scattered between the pillows, and the quilt covered his snow-white neck.His black eyes stared blankly at the curtain without blinking, completely absent-minded, unfocused, like two black pearls covered with dust.His breath seemed to be only in and out, like a hollow shell.

"My God! My dear Herren..." Gattuso walked to the bed and said in shock, "What's wrong with you?!"

Herron didn't respond.

Gattuso panicked.He sat on the edge of the bed, shook his shoulders, and asked, "My cousin...you look like you've lost your soul..."

Herron moved his eyes slowly, and his gaze hit Gattuso's eyes aimlessly.In this way, he watched Gattuso for a long time before realizing that his cousin was coming.

He sat up silently, leaned on the pillow, and took the wax board beside the bed.He paused for a long time, his right hand holding the engraving pen kept trembling, and tremblingly wrote: "He is still dead."

"Who's dead?!" Gattuso exclaimed, "My God! Can't you speak? My God..."

He yelled in shock, his forehead felt a chill, and many thrilling and terrifying scenes flashed in his mind.He even felt that Herron was crazy, otherwise he wouldn't have written such absurd words.

He held Herron's hand and asked in panic, "How did you rescue Seneca?"

Heron's thoughts were confused, and her hair was disheveled, making her look sick and fragile.He lay back on the pillow, his eye sockets were flushed, and his face was gloomy as if covered with a gray veil.He breathed heavily, like a man about to drown.

Gattuso quickly helped him back to the bed and covered him with the quilt.He didn't think that Herron could speak clearly at this time.

Herron's emotions were agitated, and Lucas' death was like a needle piercing the flesh, which caused him great irritation.His strength seemed to be gradually drawn away with his panting, and soon he frowned and fell into a lethargic sleep.

Gattuso settled his cousin, put down the gauze, and sighed.

He found a slave and asked, "Where has your master been?"

"I don't know." The slave shook his head with a dazed expression: "He just said he was going out and asked us to prepare the carriage, and then he left with his guards."

"Who did he take with him?"

"Lucas, but he has not returned," said the slave. "He is a brave and mighty gladiator, and the master trusts him very much."

Gattuso's heart tightened when he thought of that strong and muscular figure.His keen intuition as a politician made him more or less clear.

"Take care of your master," Gattuso ordered, "I'll come see him tomorrow."

The slave obediently agreed.

……

Early the next morning, when the slave was filling the water clock, Gattuso brought Sura over.

Herron had already gotten up and was sitting in front of the mirror combing her hair.

His expression was dull, and his eyes, which were originally bright like stars, were dull and dull, as if covered by a layer of clouds.He only wore an inner shirt, and his calves and feet were all bare, and he just stepped on the cold marble.His deep and slender clavicle line is indistinguishable, half covered by long and messy hair; and his extremely beautiful facial features are also because of the soft temple hair, making him indistinguishable from male and female, and even has a kind of morbid beauty.

He pulled the rope, tied his long hair into a ponytail, and looked at the Gattuso couple behind him through the bronze mirror in front of him.

Gattuso noticed that today he did not light the incense.

"Heron?" Gattuso coughed and called out tentatively.

Heron remained silent, took the wax tablet, and slowly engraved: "I don't want to run for tribune."

The husband and wife walked over and took a look at the wax board.

Gattuso sighed softly: "My dear cousin, I'm afraid you made a very stupid decision..."

Sura covered his mouth and winked at him.

She came over, squatted down, put his arms around his waist, and said softly in her maternal and gentle tone: "The tribune does not require the level of debate skills, as long as the political views are correct, with your noble background, you will definitely be able to win him." .”

Helen shook his head, threw the wax board and engraving pen aside, and stopped writing.

His shoulders trembled slightly, his forehead began to sweat, and his eyelashes were faintly tinged with water.He was breathing faster and faster, covering his mouth with his fingers, looking uncontrollable, and completely lost his pampered manner.He is like a soap bubble that has been blown to the limit, extremely sensitive, and a gust of wind can crush him to pieces.

Gattuso came over, put his arms around his trembling shoulders, and said, "I think...that Lucas...should not want to see you like this, if he is still alive."

Heron gave a sudden pause and stopped trembling.

Gattuso continued: "He walked towards the Styx with the strongest body, and he shouldn't be exchanged for such a fragile you. What do you think? Lucas' master?"

Helen lowered her head quietly, without saying a word.

His scattered and disordered thoughts were restrained, and the broken soul began to piece together.This sentence gave him a little sanity and fighting spirit.

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In the previous chapter, some children's shoes asked the lion why he didn't eat Brutus. This is because the lion is an animal that recognizes its master.

What Herren suffers from is temporary "hysterical aphasia," a mental illness that vulnerable and sensitive people are prone to get when they are stimulated. ——From Baidu Encyclopedia