108 Ways to Heal a Loyal Dog

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With His Majesty the King as a tour guide, Su Chengxing had a pretty good afternoon and dinner.They browsed the Tower of Glory Mage together, and went on foot to some famous landmarks and buildings nearby.Xu knew that mages didn't like the habit of crowds, and Victor would dismiss the relevant staff wherever he went.In this case, Su Chengxing didn't give the order, and Thrall ignored Victor directly. After several times, the young king expressed his doubts to the mage.

"You don't know his identity?" Su Chengxing was a little surprised.Although the prophecy will not be accurate in terms of time and place, it will also be accurate with the incidental characters, but with the history homework done by this person and Thrall's illustrious reputation, he can guess it even with his toes.

The blond youth hesitated, his eyes resting on the man's ears.

Su Chengxing understood instantly, raised his eyebrows, and simply gave him the answer: "Could it be that it was never mentioned in the history books that Blood Shadow War is a half-dream?"

"!" Victor was obviously taken aback, and subconsciously glanced at the mage again.It seemed that the tall man didn't hear the conversation between the two of them at all, and followed the mage silently, like a silent shadow under his feet.

"Blood Shadow Berserker is the warrior who has followed you the longest, and is also the leader of the Holy Rose Knights. I never thought that he would be a half-dream..."

When he first saw the black-haired warrior with a huge sword on his back, a black-haired warrior covered in wind and frost, the description of the bloody shadow battle in the history books appeared in Victor's mind.But the race represented by the other party's ears made his idea self-defeating.

Half dreamer?The characteristics of the walking power container, which has nothing but face and body, can only cry and cry, and is kind to innocent, determine that this race with a small population can only rely on the strong to become their consumption and lust. Come to the fate of surviving on the Kista road where the jungle preys on the jungle.

And the blood shadow battle is actually a half dream spirit?Even the king of Breland can only marvel at this moment.

"Thal is the most outstanding fighter I've ever seen." Su Chengxing responded lightly, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly revealed the pride that he couldn't hide in his heart, "among all races."

"Without a doubt." Victor nodded in agreement, "Blood Shadow Berserker is recognized as the strongest fighter in the millennium."

After this, the two continued browsing.Under Su Chengxing's deliberate diversion of the topic, the little episode about the Thrall race was never mentioned again.When they were alone before, Su Chengxing didn't feel it, but just now Victor just looked at the man a few more times, and the man who always thought he was generous, actually discovered the opposite fact.

——I don’t want other people to touch it, don’t want other people to notice it, or even take a look at it!

#The so-called monopoly desire#

Su Shengxing, who is rich in theory and experience, immediately gave it an accurate name, and happily accepted this change.

……

After the short sightseeing, the mage, accompanied by the king, embarked on the journey back to the palace.

Su Chengxing originally thought that it would be the rhythm of visiting a museum, having a meal and then watching a movie, but who knew that not long after he got in the king's car, he traveled to another world.People in this world crowded the streets emotionally, some were crying loudly, some were smiling, some were kneeling on the ground and bowed to the cars that couldn't drive, some broke free from the guards, and while shouting the name of the army master, they wanted to come up and stop carriage.

Of course, the vast majority of people were still lying on the ground, reciting hymns in a low voice, and full of admiration and fear, peeking at the legend that came with thunder, lightning and wind and rain from the gaps of the guards lined up like a prophecy.

As a Chinese ♂ person without belief, Su Chengxing doesn't quite understand this phenomenon like religious fanaticism, but it has nothing to do with him, it's just that the plan to close his eyes and rest his mind has failed, so he can only lean on a luxurious and comfortable chair On the back, chatting with his King fans one after another.

In the subsequent itinerary, under the gaze of the beautiful and noble fan Blingbling, Su Shengxing pretended to be even more insane.Even when he found out that what he thought was a small dinner had turned into a king's invitation, and the scale was not small at all with a dinner and dance, he only let out a soft "Huh?" to express his surprise.

At this banquet held in the king's private name, all the princes and nobles in Breland were all dressed up, and the highest priests of the temples such as the Temple of Light, the God of Elemental Law, and the Goddess of Battle were all of the highest level without exception. Dresses, their expressions are excited, no matter how cunning and fickle they are usually, when they are in front of a detached sorcerer, they are as green as they are entering the social circle for the first time, revealing their anxiety, nervousness and shyness.

Compared with this, His Majesty's attitude is definitely the most normal one.He regards Su Chengxing as an elder, but he is not a strict father. Instead, he would make a joke from time to time, but he will never lack due respect.

Su Chengxing prefers a conversation partner like Victor, who is neither humble nor overbearing, who can communicate normally, compared to the look of being moved when the other party responds.So at the beginning of the ball, having dealt with the powerful and prominent mages enough at the banquet, he wisely followed the king's advice and sneaked out of the banquet hall.

"Holy See Fiorlando, thank you very much for your generosity." The two walked casually by the courtyard fountain, and Victor said apologetically.

"Oh, why?" Su Chengxing chose a stone bench under a tree and sat on it, feeling the cool night breeze.

Victor looked at him, sighed suddenly, and sat down beside the mage, "I know you don't like these occasions... But, as a king, I can't let them down."

"As you have seen before, the people witnessed your return from the Tower of Glory today with their own eyes. They have waited too long and placed too much on you. If you just leave like this...they..."

The young man's voice sank, and under the flickering lights, his pretty brows frowned.

He didn't say it directly, but Su Chengxing didn't understand what he meant.It was because he understood his position and responsibilities, as well as the meaning represented by the status of a cultivator, that Su Chengxing let everything happen naturally.

After all, this is the descendant of the original landlord, so he still has to give the face.

"It's okay." Su Chengxing gave the other party's expected response, and looked at the king of Breland gently, as he answered Helios many years ago, "It's nothing."

In order to match court etiquette, the black-haired warrior put on the gorgeous and complicated dresses of this era.As for the red dragon Rongen, he didn't need to disguise his appearance anymore, he chose a special dress for himself generously, and lay on the man's shoulder with great joy and satisfaction, sniffing the sweet and greasy fragrance of powder, enjoying the youthful beauty. The women touched it cautiously with exclamations such as "Oh my god, it's so cute" and "I wish I could raise a dragon too."

The two of them stood in a corner at the shortest distance that no one should pay attention to, beyond the mage's observation range.But at the dinner party, the court ladies who gave up the goal of being a priest because of the king's inseparability continued their enthusiasm for the bloody battle of the lonely mad shadow until the ball, and they gathered together again after he changed places several times. come over.

Historically, the warrior's handsome appearance was as famous as the unfathomable martial arts of the blood shadow mad battle.Around the mage, the black-haired warrior is always on guard to an almost ruthless level.And when the man temporarily relieved of his guard duties gets along with everyone, the daunting murderousness and coldness will fade away, revealing the stability and reliability inside, exuding an irresistible charming atmosphere.The elves in the adventure team thousands of years ago even said with a smile that there are two appearances in the blood shadow war, the evil Shura who is beside the magician, and the perfect lover who is not by the magician. The former makes people retreat three feet, and the latter The latter is the best object that no one can resist and who wants to have a good time.

While advancing and retreating gracefully and treating the slender and delicate flowers around him gracefully, the black-haired warrior searched the hall for familiar figures from the corner of his eye.The last time he saw a mage, the king was introducing the chairman of the mage guild to Anser, and now...

After scanning around, Thrall didn't find the person he wanted to see.

His heart tightened, and there was an exclamation in his ear. The black-haired warrior came back to his senses, and saw that most of the wine in the glass had overflowed, wet his palm, and stained the owner of the glass—a man in a suit. Skirt for lady in pink evening dress.

"Sorry, I suddenly remembered something and need to leave."

Sal put the wine glass into the hands of the passing waiter, hurriedly said a word, and lost his manners in front of the lady for the first time, hurriedly squeezed through the crowd, and walked out of the hall.Ron flapped his wings and flew straight from a young girl's arms to the people's heads, chasing them up from behind:

"Sal what are you going to do?"

"The master is gone." With a sullen face, the man stretched out his hand to push away the guests, with murderous aura overflowing from his body, and suppressed the complaining words of the noble who had been forcibly pulled away.

Damn he!

'It's the first banquet after waking up, don't be my follower, go enjoy it with Ron En. After changing clothes before the dinner, the mage smiled and pushed him against the wall, whispering against his forehead.

He wanted to object aloud, but when the mage who voluntarily refused his escort walked towards the young king who was waiting aside, the persistence in his mind immediately collapsed.

He silently watched the two walk into the hall side by side. What was he thinking at that time?

——Sure enough, this sudden interest is just because there are no suitable recreational items around...

The bitterness and sourness made him fall into ridiculous self-pity, and made him lose the calmness and reason that a soldier and a guard should have, and made unforgivable mistakes.

This is Breland, the capital of Wantaa, and the palace they used to be very familiar with. Here, His Majesty Helios can give the mage absolute safety, but that was already a thousand years ago.

Right now, everything has been annihilated into ashes, and he is the only person in this world who can protect the mage!

The flame in his heart ignited, and the black-haired warrior leaped over the white railing lightly, hurriedly stepped up the steps, ran up to the high terrace, and began to search for another person's location in the quiet garden by taking advantage of the terrain.It didn't take him long to find the target under the shadow of a forest.

The sorcerer himself is a luminous body with a strong sense of presence, and the young king of Breland is no less impressive. When these two people appear in the same picture, no one can ignore it.

At this moment, under the laurel tree, a person was leaning on the trunk and leaning sideways, smiling lightly at the person next to him, his eyebrows were handsome, the moonlight fell from the gaps between the branches and leaves, sprinkled finely on his golden hair, flowing purple soft light.The other person was sitting on the bench in a very relaxed posture. His head was half raised, his long gray hair was pulled back by his hands, revealing his forehead and smiling golden pupils underneath.

Laughter kept ringing between the two, their expressions were very relaxed, and the conversation was accompanied by some intimate and familiar small movements, such as naturally clapping hands on the shoulders, one opening the mouth and the other leaning towards them tacitly. kind.

This scene almost completely reproduced those lost times...

Claws grabbed the man's shoulder, Thrall with difficulty withdrew his sight, turned his head, and met Ron En's red animal eyes.

"Although I don't like Helios... But to be fair, this one is obviously far behind him." The little red dragon lowered his voice, raised his head and said seriously, "Believe me, for a few nights at most, the The role of the face would be gone.”

"..." Sal was speechless, turned around, stared at it for a while, and suddenly said calmly, "Tonight, come to my place to rest."

"What?" Ron En flew in front of the man and yelled loudly. After reacting, he quickly glanced outside. Seeing that there was nothing unusual there, he turned to the black-haired soldier again, "Sal, you can't retreat without a fight!"

"This is not my battlefield." The deep voice revealed a trace of embarrassment, the man looked at his friend seriously, his blue eyes were as dark as the black sea under the night.

Ron En's eyes widened, and he felt very inconceivable about this question: "—Don't you like Anser?"

"I like it." Thrall nodded without hesitation, and just before Ron En said "that's the reason" of course, he added:

"There are many people who like Master." The black-haired warrior raised his head and looked into the distance, "I don't want to be like them."

"And a sword and a shield need no emotion, Ron."

It was very late when the mage came back from outside.He was silent, and his eyes were not blurred, but with the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and the faint pink on his cheeks, Thrall could tell that his master was already drunk with just one glance. Orlando, the sorcerer, has never had the slightest self-awareness about his poor drinking capacity.And as early as when they saw the two of them drinking the third cup, those who had served the mage for many years had anticipated the current situation.

The young king apologized for not discouraging the mage from getting drunk, and the black-haired warrior ended the conversation with a flat "as long as the master is happy", and stopped the king from following the room with a look.

The young king was silent for a while, moved back half a step, glanced at the mage, and finally left hesitantly.And Thrall carried the mage into the bedroom, scrubbed the mage neatly, changed into pajamas, and stuffed his master into a bed that was so spacious that it was almost exaggerated.

Immediately, the black-haired warrior knelt down next to the bed. He silently recited something. After the recitation, he pulled out the mage's arm from the quilt, gently held the mage's hand, and pressed it to his chest superior.

The lights in the corner flickered, and in the shadow cast by the four-poster bed, blue light spots emerged from nothing, floating out from the warrior's chest, along the mage's arms, and flowing towards the people on the bed .

The blue light gradually brightened, and the sleeping mage let out a low moan of satisfaction, turned sideways, and approached the man unconsciously.

Sweat protruded from the tip of his nose, and the man's veins protruded from the mage's hand. Even his straight body seemed unable to bear the weight, and it bent down a little bit, trembling slightly.

The other person was unaware of his pain, and instinctively drove the unconscious person to the side of the bed, almost pressing his entire head against the man's chest.

Perhaps it was the sudden pain hitting the spine that caught him off guard, or maybe the sleeping face was too beautiful, the person who had been staring at it suddenly became completely soft, and stuck to the mage's forehead, while the other hand was greedily Inserting fingers into the long gray hair scattered on the bed.

Frowning brows were stretched, and Thrall stared at the person in sight, and the corners of his mouth could not be restrained.

"Sal..."

The muffled voice startled the man kneeling on the ground like thunder, and at almost the same instant, Thrall instinctively got up, turned around quickly and silently, and hid himself behind the overlapping bed curtains.

"Sal..."

The man observed the mage through the gap in the bed curtain, and after confirming that the other party was just talking in his sleep, he returned to the bedside.He straightened the quilt for his master, pulled out the long hair that somehow wound around his arm, and smoothed it out with his fingers.After that, he put down the bed curtain, blew out the lamp, opened the small door next to the bedroom and walked in.

Ron clawed the chandelier upside down with his claws, and hid in the darkness like a vampire bat. When he saw Thrall coming back, he let out a cheerful low cry and went up to meet him.

"What do you do every night before bed?"

The man undressed and took off his boots, and the little red dragon followed him curiously.

"No. 20 seven times." Thrall fell onto the narrow bed, folded his arms under his head, and closed his eyes, "Should I believe your promise?"

"If you don't look at it, don't look at it!" Ron En landed by the window, puffed up his chubby belly, which seemed to be his chest, and said proudly, "I am the Dragon Clan who values ​​magic oaths the most."

"It's true, so far, you haven't gone beyond the norm in this regard." Thrall closed his eyes, easily ignoring the friend who was shouting in his ear because of this sentence, "I prepared jewelry full of gold coins for you Box, you should probably try it for comfort first."

This is a magic word that can reduce sound and stop noise. With a whimper, Ron En began to fly around the room at high speed, looking for its bed.

It finally found the small box next to the man's pillow, and immediately climbed up contentedly, folded its wings, and faced him head to head.

"Thal, it sounds like you're exhausted." It poked the man's cheek with its tail.

"Tomorrow I want to go to the library to check some information." Another person changed the subject, "Do you want to go together?"

"Of course not, absolutely not!" Ron retracted his tail abruptly, "I can go for a drive alone."

"That's a good idea..." Thrall lowered his voice, and put his hands on Ron En's head. His consciousness had already begun to blur, but he still didn't forget to tell him, "But pay attention to the distance, don't go too far..."

"I'll watch Anser." Red Dragon promised.

The night wind blows in, under the hazy purple light, the house falls into silence.

"Good night Sal."

"May the Dragon God bless you with sweet dreams."