Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

.The soft hair hangs down to the back of the hand, the shadow pours down from above, the dry and soft lips suddenly touch the jaw, rolling down the side of the neck.A meaningful kiss that clearly transcends the boundaries between father and son.

His whole body froze as if suddenly frozen, even the blood flow stagnated, and he lost the ability to think and react.

Father... what are you doing?

This thought echoed in his nearly blank mind, but the kiss on the side of his neck gradually warmed up.There was a tightening force from the waist, and the neckline was pulled away, and my soul returned to the shell.Not daring to open my eyes to face my father, I turned over and murmured like a dream.

The fingers on the neckline stopped abruptly.

The fire lingered for a while and then went away, and the footsteps also left the bed, ending with the sound of closing the door.

When there was no more sound from the door, I suddenly sat up from the bed, drenched all over my body as if experiencing a near-death nightmare, and sat there for a long time, until a small cry came from my chest before I shivered, and hurriedly comforted the trembling in my arms little guy.He seemed to be more frightened than I was, trembling like a convulsion.

"Don't be afraid...don't worry."

I coaxed the little guy in my arms in a low voice, as if comforting myself at the same time, but my eyes fell on the picture frame covered by the cloth. The endless mysteries in this room seemed to be forced by the night in an instant, almost overwhelming me. annihilation.

A sleepless night after that.

***

Flavius...

Flaviets!

The flames covered the sky and covered the earth, swallowing day and night, and the burning pain went from the bottom of the skin to the bone marrow, cutting every inch of the flesh like Ling Chi, but the pain was more painful inside.Just listening to that voice, my soul seemed to be torn apart, half died in the fire and fell into the bottomless darkness; half struggled desperately to escape in order to be reborn, in order to...

what?

He opened his eyes wide in the nightmare, looking through the fire, a figure was doing the same movement a step away, as if trying to catch himself.

The man was calling his last name, the voice was familiar enough to make his heart palpitate.

He couldn't see his appearance, but he could see those blue eyes that were about to cry, full of longing, like looking at a long-lost lover, who just wanted to spend his whole life with each other.

Don't cry...don't cry.I'm here.

He whispered this sentence from the bottom of his heart, and reached out to wipe away the tears for the man.The surrounding flames disappeared without a trace in an instant, replaced by light smoke like smoke, and he was again in the garden where he used to stay in Constantinople when he was a child.The sun and Xi are warm, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.The surroundings are quiet and quiet, only the wind is singing softly.

The Persian boy who seemed to have known him was close at hand, and he was bending down, wiping tears for the young blond boy beside him, and writing something in his palm.The toddler was clearly himself.The faint sunshine fell on the smiling side face of the young man, leaving a gentle shadow by a strand of curly black hair on the sideburns, which was infinitely beautiful.

He stepped cautiously and lightly, stopped behind the young man, and stretched out his hand to comb his messy hair.The movements are so natural that they seem to have been doing this for many years.In an instant, there was a sudden wind, and all the flowers bloomed, and the fallen petals danced around them in profusion, and the surroundings became another scene.

The torrential rain poured down, and the lightning flickered.The boy in front of him has turned into a child, and he looks up at him ignorantly, his blue pupils are flawless, but his body is ragged and covered with scars from being abused.Like a young bird that has just left the nest, it will be crushed in a cage before it can spread its wings.

Sudden suffocation, he hugged the boy into his arms, just wanting to protect the boy for the rest of his life, but he didn't know when a string of shackles appeared in his hands, tightly binding the small body in his arms.

Aphrodite threw white roses at his feet, giving him a gift to the boy in her arms, but let his hands holding the shackles be hurt by spikes.Blood soaked through the palm, and the young eagle in her arms broke free from the bondage of love, and finally left him.

He finally understood the tragedy of Cupid, knelt in the rain, and hissed alone.Apart from a bunch of rusty shackles in his hands, there was nothing left.He looked around in confusion, and suddenly there was a soft cry of a baby, but it came from his arms. He lowered his head to look, and there was a warm shadow in his arms, trembling.

The emperor in the chariot woke up from the nightmare sweating profusely.He opened his eyes, his arms were still in a rigid posture, his slender and graceful fingers were clasped tightly on the scepter, and the back of his hand had knotted veins.

That dream...was that part of his memory that he had forgotten?

A splitting headache.Yuriyans rubbed his forehead, picked up a chain of shackles beside him, stared at it for a moment, and then turned his gaze out of the car window.In the afterglow of the setting sun, regiments of engineers were still busy on the river bank, and the huge machinery made harsh noises, stacking piles of stones and timber onto the rocks in the river.

The river and the sky are the same color, red as a flame.The emperor got off the chariot, dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, and boarded the warship like an ancient giant beast. The red eagle flag spread its wings behind him, and the sword, light and sword shadow illuminated his stern and beautiful face.He looked along the river and looked at the hinterland of the ancient eastern country, but what he saw was not the thousands of troops facing the battle, but the figure of a young man.

The figure danced against the wind facing him in the depths of the crimson sky.

He clenched the rein tightly, feeling as if he was clenching the chains in a dream, and he stopped the galloping horse with a tight grip.The wind swept the fallen flowers along the river, like a reunion hug, cold and tender.

Chapter 114 [CXIV]

For the next few days, I said I was ill and stayed out of the house, avoiding my father's summons, but fortunately he never came to my bedroom again.

I sniffed something dark that night.The family affection I have longed for for many years has changed, and it smells unbelievably fishy.I know that my father's actions must be related to Prince Hozmir, otherwise, why would he place me in his bedroom and give me his robes?But I couldn't get to the bottom of it. The people in the palace were very strict with their mouths, and Laius didn't reveal anything.

The news of the battle came one after another, and the Romans had invaded along the river to Silcesim, which was the last fortress entering the hinterland of Persia.I should have used this time to fight, but the little guy became more and more anxious, its body has grown at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the little webbed claws have already taken the embryonic form of a baby.I hid it in my clothes and took it out at night looking for milk, and found a slave nurse with a tight mouth.

When I returned to the palace, I met a group of stalkers.They had no intention of hurting me, but wanted to hold me hostage and kill them all, leaving only one alive for interrogation, only to find out that it was a Roman spy—a person sent by Flaviz.

He wanted to see me and maybe retrieve some memories.

I didn't kill the last spy, let him out of the city, and asked him to tell me that everything was fine.It was a time of war, and doing so was already out of selfishness, and another tryst with the enemy emperor was enough to bear the stigma of treason.

When I returned to the palace, the little guy in my arms got his little head out of my neckline, lay on his shoulders and looked out of the city, as if longing to see his other father, and even had the tendency to run away.I had to tie its tail, but when I woke up at dawn, the little guy was gone, leaving only a thin layer of skin like a little snake slough.

I suspected that he was looking for Flaviz, and I searched for him in and out of the palace for a whole day. In the evening, I received an order to go out.The father personally puts on the armor and goes into battle.

It was dusk when they left the city, and the undead cavalry phalanx of 3000 people was huge, like an unbreakable barrier. The Xiongnu's parade rode at the forefront, becoming the blade that opened the way.In front of my father's war elephant, I drove a pair of knife-wheeled chariots to escort me. I didn't dare to lose my mind, so I had to suck eight or nine leaves to concentrate.

At night, we arrived at the Fortress of Amad.This is the most important city on the border of Mesopotamia. It has been ruled by Rome for hundreds of years since King Shapur I. It became their residence in Mesopotamia and a gathering place for loyal Christians. Naturally, Zoroastrianism is not welcome here at all.

As expected, Ahmad's cross-studded gate was closed to Persia. When the sledgehammer hit its fragile and ancient city wall, it curled up like a tortoiseshell, showing no sign of weakness.Apparently preferring to be under Roman rule, the city's defenders and civilians resisted stubbornly, but were soon defeated.

The iron hooves of the undead army stepped into the interior of Ahmad, and every church and fortress where civilians gathered were burned down. The fire engulfed the entire city, and everyone was driven to the street.

This night was the most brutal war I have ever seen in the army.

It was not a thrilling fight, but a one-sided slaughter.

Everyone has become an executioner under the military order, turning into a bloodthirsty black hungry beast in the billowing black smoke, wearing a death mask to shuttle through the night, and pounce on unarmed civilians. I am one of them. .I don't know how many people's bodies were shredded by the rotating knife wheel below me, and I can only see blood flowing into rivers on the street.At dawn, countless corpses with stumped limbs and broken arms piled up into mountains and were burned into charred charcoal in the fire.

The city was finally "conquered" and completely quiet, like a mass grave.

I went up to the city gate with my father and looked down at the scene below. I couldn't help being covered in cold sweat.

I used to think that I was used to the bloody wars and had already cultivated a heart of stone, but at this moment I was shaken by everything in front of me.Maybe it's because my good nature has not been wiped out, and I just want to let go.It's just that I can't allow myself to be a deserter.

Outside the city is the Tigris River, and I walked to the river to take off my blood-stained black armor and immerse myself in the water.The reflection reflected my appearance at the moment, with blood dripping from my hair, my eyes flushed, and I looked like a butcher.The scar across my face has faded, but I still feel that my face is hideous.

I buried myself in the water and washed the blood off my body. I heard the sound of water behind me. When I turned around, a small shadow fell into my arms.

I was taken aback, and suddenly burst into ecstasy.When I touched the thing in my arms, it was the size of a palm, and when I wiped it, my skin was smooth and soft.Looking down, the tail has been shortened, the four webbed claws and the head have become bigger, it still looks like a lizard, but it has human-like features, a pair of big eyes looking at me wetly, shaking its head and tail.

"Where have you been these few days?" I didn't dare to touch his body with murderous hands, so I asked softly.

He climbed onto my arm, waved his little claws vigorously, turned his head towards the opposite bank and clicked his mouth.

I looked up, but I could only see the continuous foothills on the opposite bank. There seemed to be a figure standing quietly in the darkness, my heart beat suddenly, and I blinked, but there was nothing.

The little guy jumped into the water like a live fish, and swam tens of meters in a blink of an eye, as if he was deliberately leading me somewhere.I followed behind in surprise, but at this moment, there was an unusual movement in the distance.Immediately afterwards, above the city gate, a loud horn sound suddenly pierced the dead silence after the killing.

That was the signal of an incoming enemy army.Came from the opposite direction.The little guy swam farther and farther, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.I called it a few times in the water anxiously, but found nothing, so I had to go back to the city immediately.

Soon, when the sky was getting bright, a group of Roman troops gathered outside the city. Looking down, it was as dark as dark clouds, and the earth was shaken by the square formation of thousands of people, rumbling like thunder.The huge siege is like a praying mantis with teeth and claws, pressing towards the city gate that has just been broken through by the undead army.

The black wind from the north blew from behind the mountain, but it couldn't cover the light of a rising sun.

The cavalry on the city wall drew their bows and arrows one after another, ready to go.I also held a bow and looked around the city wall.The shields of the Roman soldiers reflected the dazzling light, and the cockscomb-shaped hats were like sharp blades. I knew that these were the front lines of the charge, and Flaviz could never be among them. He must be sitting in a chariot Within the period, it will not be easy to go into battle.

"Look, your uncle has come in person, Ah Suin." At the very moment, the father's voice suddenly sounded behind him.He held down one of my hands, his gaze was like a torch, "Follow me to fight."

Compared with the nervousness before the battle, I noticed a trace of excitement hidden in his expression, as if he had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.Here comes Hozmir—I think of that portrait with indescribable subtlety in my heart.

The gate of the city was opened with a bang, the wind was buzzing, and dust was flying.A ray of morning light pierced in through the crack of the door, as chilling and blazing as knives and axes.I took the lead amidst the deafening sound of war drums, leading the infantry to attack from the left flank, Ishkad led the heavy cavalry from the right flank, and my father faced the enemy head-on on his elephants.

The recurve bow tactics of infantrymen have always been the most troublesome of the Roman legion. I went around the back of the Roman phalanx, quickly passed through the rain of arrows, and slanted into their weak spot like a sharp sword.Seeing the slender figure in the purple robe and black armor inside the phalanx from a distance, it seemed like a fire was burning around me.

He was sitting on the chariot when he got up suddenly.The moment I raised my hand, the stream of arrows attacking me stopped suddenly like a shower, and a group of cavalry suddenly turned around and rushed towards me.Because of Flaviz's gaze, my blood boiled like a male peacock seeking a mate, and I killed all the way like no one.

I didn't rein in the horse until I was close to the chariot, and looked up at him provocatively.His long hair showed a golden luster under the scorching sun, he lowered his head and stared at me with slightly curled lips, with a coquettish smile and dazzling beauty.

Just lost his mind for a moment, and almost fell off the horse.Gathering my mind, I pulled out my saber and rushed towards him, and Flaviz galloped to meet him.

The swords and swords intersected, and the flames splashed in all directions. It was obviously a fight, but it seemed like he was playing the piano and I was dancing, lingering and suffocating.

Chapter 115 [CXV]

No Roman soldier dared to intervene between me and their king. We tore a gap in the densely packed phalanx. I don’t know how long I will fight with Flaviz. I just feel as if there are only two of us on the battlefield. .

Huozhi how much I want to fall into his arms and kiss the bright red lips under his helmet.But my hand is like a knife, his love is like a sword, and when the blades intersect, I am the closest to him.Close enough to see his eyes.I don't know if he thought of me, and if the power of the curse has diminished.His eyes, as always, make me lose my mind.If he didn't pay attention for a while, he was scratched by his sword and the horse under him was scratched, and the reins were grabbed.The distance suddenly narrowed to an unbelievable level, two war horses collided under him, and his arm strangled my neck.

We brushed against each other's lips, and rubbed our ears together.

It's just a moment, shorter than the sparks from the friction of a sword.I'm sure no one saw this scene on the chaotic battlefield, and a sweet taste suddenly surged in my chest.Too sweet to astringent.

"Surrender and be my prisoner."

At the moment of rubbing shoulders again, Flaviz chuckled amidst the thunderous killing sounds.

My throat felt hot, not to be outdone: "Don't think about it, you are my prisoner."

"Then I'll discuss it with you after I capture this city. The prince of Persia gave birth to the son of Rome, which is really a great achievement."

My hand trembled suddenly, and I saw a group of small figures sticking their heads out of his armor, looking around curiously, unaware of the current situation.

"You... actually took him to the battlefield!"

I almost fell off my horse, am I crazy, a king in armor with a baby, never before or since!

Seeing my astonishment, Flaviz smiled even more, fighting more and more courageously, forcing me to sink deeper and deeper into the phalanx.

Fearing that the little guy would be hurt in the confrontation with him, my hand holding the knife trembled.

The sound of elephants was heard not far away. It was the elephant army led by the king who was attacking. Flaviz raised the eagle flag, and the Roman phalanx began to gather and move. The group rushed.

I made a bloody path and went around to the outside of the formation. From a distance, I saw a thin figure rushing to the front of the formation, approaching the place where my father was. He was wearing a crimson battle robe, fluttering like a bird spreading its wings against the wind.In a blink of an eye, the heavy cavalry behind him mingled with the elephant army. I rushed to the high ground, drew my bowstring and aimed at the man's head, squinted my eyes, and felt that the silhouette was somewhat familiar—it looked like Hozmir.

An inexplicable feeling came to my heart, which made my hands tremble. I don't know who shot Hozmir's horse with an arrow.The horse stumbled in fright, and he fell off the horse and rolled to the ground, about to fall under the elephant's hoof.

Suddenly, an order to withdraw troops came from the tower.The cavalry and infantry retreated into the valley under the cover of the elephant array, and the rainstorm-like flow of arrows formed a barrier to resist the pursuit. I moved along with the army suspiciously, and saw my father's war elephant in front of me at a glance. Impressively involved a person, isn't that exactly Hozmir?

The Romans did not dare to rush into the hinterland of Persia, and the first head-to-head battle was temporarily suspended after nightfall.We withdrew to Seleucid on the west bank of Tigris, a formidable acropolis as old as Persepolis.If the Romans wanted to attack the capital of Ctesiphon, they had to take it first.

Standing on the old white city tower, watching the sun slant to the west, I feel more and more hesitant.Flaviets' attitude made me feel that maybe I could bring this war to a halt.If I can convince my father to allow me to negotiate, perhaps a rare peace between Persia and Rome can be achieved.

I clenched my fists and couldn't help letting out a sigh.If I tell Ishkad this, he will be amazed at my transformation.We are all warriors who live to die, and now I have come to fear life and fear death, longing for peace rather than battle.Not only because of the caring, but also because I participated in the massacre in Ahmad, I feel that I am blood-debt.

I am afraid that the God of Light will make my little one atone for my sins.

A bright moon rose high into the sky, I finally thought about my words, and stepped into the palace where my father stayed, but was stopped by two guards at the door.The water in the water lily pond at the foot was gurgling, and the surroundings were very quiet, but there were some strange sounds coming from the depths of the corridor with the wind, as if someone was arguing fiercely.

Curiosity drove me to become a ghost again, bypassing the guards along the outside of the palace, and crawling out the window to listen.

Looking through the edge of the window, I froze for a moment.

Hozmir stood by the window eaves, holding a dagger in his hand.A line of blood flowed down the blade and dripped onto the snow-white marble floor, which was shocking.His long hair covered half of his face, and his expression was obscure.His robe fluttered in the wind, and his body was shattered, looking desolate and desperate.

His father stood in front of him, and his sleeves were dripping with blood. It was self-evident who stabbed him.I hesitated to break in, but saw him take a step forward.

"You really hate me so much, my brother Wang...you hate me so much that either you die or I die?"

Horzmir's body trembled slightly: "I endured the humiliation for ten years, in order to take your life back with my own hands and take back everything I have. My long-cherished wish cannot be fulfilled, and there is no reason to live. I will live in your hands again." For decades, life would be worse than death."

The response was a dull laugh, "Really, I miss those years very much. The furnishings in your bedroom are still intact for you."

"That's right, it's a pity that I won't live long, and I can't go back to enjoy your gift." Hozmir also laughed suddenly, the laughter was sad and sad.After a few laughs, it became a severe cough, as if he was coughing up blood.He was leaning against the window eaves, his body crumbling, and it was only then that I realized that he had the will to commit suicide.

"Then I have no choice but to give that tower to your son. He still thinks I am his father now."

This was said very lightly, but it made my head buzz, and I almost fell from the window.There was a sudden storm in his chest --- at this moment, all the weirdness has been reasonably explained.

I leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths, but it was still difficult to calm down. I heard a sudden movement inside, like the sound of someone falling to the ground.Looking sideways hurriedly, Hozmir was lying on the ground with his head leaning against the king's arms. His black hair was only a few sparse strands, sticking to his thin neck, soaked by the blood coughed up from the corner of his mouth.I stared blankly at my real father, judging only by his half-closed eyes that he was still alive.

"Let's forgive each other, brother."

The king bowed his head against his forehead, his voice was hoarse and dull, and seemed to contain deep and indiscernible regret.

"Then keep your promise and make my son your sole heir."

"That's what I planned. I have announced his crown prince status in front of the courtiers." The king lifted his hair, "It's just that when I see him, I think of you..."

"I forgive you, my dear brother."

A slender hand raised the dagger behind the king, aiming at his spine, my heart hung in my throat, and I instinctively opened the window.The hand froze suddenly, and the tip of the blade slanted into the king's shoulder, and he dodged to avoid it.Hozmir looked at me who suddenly appeared, his eyes were wide open, and the dark eyes were full of panic.

That kind of look, as if he is very unwilling to let me know that he is my father.

But he clearly reached out to touch me.The stab just now seemed to have exhausted the last of its strength, the arm trembled violently, and the dagger fell to the ground.There was a cold and piercing clang, as if the death knell of death suddenly sounded.A large stream of thick blood poured out from his half-opened mouth, accompanied by a convulsive cough.

"Athioin..." His purple lips muttered, squeezing out my name from between his teeth.

I stood there as if I was suffocated, my legs and feet were weak as if they collapsed, and finally I knelt on the ground.At the same time, there was a bang outside the window, and a thunderstorm poured down, as if returning to the night when my mother died suddenly.I crouched down and hugged my father's bone-like emaciated body, my mind went blank, and I subconsciously turned my head to look at the king.

He stood firmly by the side, his face was pale, and his dark eyes were as desperate as a trapped animal.

This look is very similar to Flaviz's many years ago.

"It's hopeless, he's about to die." Amidst the deafening thunder, the king's voice was as cold as a death sentence, mixed with indescribable sadness.

A hand caressed my cheek, and the palm was stained with sticky blood.I couldn't bear to lower my head to look at it, so I closed my eyes only to feel the fingers gradually slipping off, and then opened them again.

A pair of black pearl-like pupils have lost their luster, staring blankly at the sky.

My last relative in this world has finally left me.

Perhaps everything happened so suddenly that there was no expected mourning.I closed my eyelids for my father numbly, stood up, and suddenly felt that my arm was caught by a hand.

The body was violently pushed towards the stone table next to it, and was heavily pressed against it, followed by a strong body.Before he could react, his head was pressed against the table.The heavy panting at the side of my ear made me realize what the king wanted to do, and before I could resist, a cold dagger was already on my neck.

"Your father hates me...he won't forgive me until he dies. If that's the case, let him hate me even more. He will hate me in the underworld, and he will remember me in reincarnation!" The hand at the waist dismantled my belt, " What do you say, my nephew?"

I shuddered like a dead body struck by lightning, raised my elbow and hit him in the ribs, and snatched the dagger with my hands.The blade left a long gash on the side of my neck, but I felt no pain at all.

"Why, you want to be a kingslayer?"

The king stared at me and smiled.In the flickering flashes of lightning, it seemed that he was no longer the god-like monarch I respected, but the incarnation of Angola in the world, with a madness that I had never seen in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, or, Uncle?" I looked down at my dead father and stepped back to the window.Huge dizziness came to me along with the thunder. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't shed a single tear. The urge to retch accumulated in my throat, "You've been lying to me?"

"I made you the crown prince, so what is cheating? Put down the knife and come here, you will still be my little prince. No one will know that you are the illegitimate son of a traitor."

Chapter 116 [CXVI]

"And then? Are you going to give me the tower that once imprisoned my father?" I shook my head, took a step back, took off the royal accessories one by one, and threw them on the ground, "I never asked you to let me Become the crown prince. I will return all your favors to you, including the surname you bestowed on me."

He didn't mean to stop me, but just sat down at the table as if negotiating, looked down at my father with pity and regret: "Then your father will be disappointed. He wants to ensure that you can become king, and he is afraid that I will change my father one day." I don't hesitate to kill me when I'm on the verge of death. If you leave like this, his intentions will be in vain, what a pity."

"Protect His Majesty the King!"

There was the sound of messy footsteps in the corridor, and the blood in my chest was surging. I clenched my fists and climbed up to the window eaves.Outside the window, the torrential rain poured down, and under one step, the black water in the moat leading directly to the big river was heavy and swirled in circles. I knew that as long as I took this step, I would never be able to turn back.

"No one can stop you, my little prince. But please think carefully, as long as you leave this palace, you and your father will become notorious rebels and traitors of Persia. As long as you stay in By my side, I will bestow upon you supreme grace and glory, as well as... the sole right of succession."

He whispered, his tone uncompromising, as if he was sure that I would retreat and continue to surrender to him.

I raised my head and took a deep breath, the rain was pouring on my face, it was bitingly cold, and I smiled: "The stinking smell lasts forever? If my father cares about this, why did he stay dormant in Rome for decades? And I don't have many days to live." alive."

"Your Majesty the King!"

"Catch him."

Before the sound of footsteps approached, I jumped forward without looking back.

The current was very strong, and I went down the channel, and when the rain stopped, I had swam back to the watershed near the Fortress of Amad.The river was so cold that my blood seemed to freeze. When I landed, I was exhausted and my whole body shook like chaff.But I didn't dare to stop, because the pursuers followed me everywhere.

I never thought that one day I would be hunted down by my compatriots, like a lost dog.

I don’t know how long I’ve been fleeing in the dense forest, my legs started to go numb, my body developed a high fever, and I lost my way like a walking dead, but there was still movement behind me.I heard the roar of the familiar cheetah, and I knew that in order to hunt me down, the king dispatched the most elite field army in the army.

Those cheetahs that have been successfully tamed are trained with us in the army, and they are more powerful than any brave and skilled soldier.I can't escape their pursuit, I can only try to avoid it.

I jumped into the swamp, let the mud stain me, climbed up the trunk and curled up in a ball, praying that the rain would not fall again at this time.The movement of the pursuit is getting closer and closer, and slender black shadows come through the forest, like the lingering ghosts in the underworld, approaching following the breath of the living.

I clenched the dagger in my arms, but the high fever and dizziness hit me uncontrollably and became more intense.The body was crumbling, and it was difficult to maintain a firm position on the tree trunk. He could only hug the tree trunk with all fours like a cat.

Cheetahs are no better than hounds. They can climb trees. Once they are discovered, I don't even have a chance to stand still.I tried to keep myself awake, but my head was getting heavier and heavier.My mind was in a blur, my eyes were sometimes dark, sometimes hazy, and everything around me became somewhat distorted.Through the leaves, clusters of bonfires can be seen in the distance. That is the Roman army.Flavius...

A cheetah jumped under the tree very close to me and I closed my eyes to avoid eye contact with it inadvertently.Not smelling me, the pursuer went off in the other direction.

But the sky did not fulfill the wishes of the people, and soon it began to rain.The rustling sound came from far to near again, I dared not move, and gradually lost consciousness in the extreme tension.In a daze, a sound of fighting woke me up from my coma.As soon as I opened my eyes, a black shadow rushed towards me from below.I immediately retracted my legs and feet, but saw a short sword hit the cheetah that was attacking me.

Roman style dagger.

I supported the trunk, feeling weak all over, followed the firelight penetrating through the branches, and saw a familiar figure. At this moment, a small soft object climbed up my shoulder from behind, rubbing against my shoulders. cheek.I raised my hand to stroke his head, my arm trembling badly.

Needless to say how Flaviz found me just in time, because we are connected by blood.

Flaviz rode up to me, and the firelight melted the rain on the earth, reflecting his reflection.The short distance is only ten steps, but it seems that he has walked for a lifetime, and I have waited for a lifetime.

"Come down."

He walked under the tree from the horseback, stretched out his hand and looked at me, his eyes flickering and deep.

I moved my hands and feet awkwardly, like a clumsy koala, and finally fell into his embrace as if I almost fell, and the dirty mud stained his riding clothes.Noticing the cavalry behind Flaviz, I immediately struggled to get off the ground, but I couldn't use any strength.I had no choice but to bury my head in his arms to maintain the last dignity.

In this way, Flaviz carried me across his arms, and carried me all the way back to their camp near Ahmad, and took me to his military tent.The reputation of the Romans as fond of bathing is not in vain. In his tent there was a large tub with a charcoal stove underneath, and the water was still warm.

He carried me to the bed, and he came to untie my belt.The little guy squatted on one side, staring at us with wide eyes, which made me feel embarrassed, and held down Flaviz's hand: "I'll do it myself."

"You have a fever." He glanced to the side, but frowned, and the little guy moved aside in fear and disappeared.

"Hey!"

"He will come back by himself. Do you think he is an ordinary baby?" Flaviz pressed my shoulders and unbuttoned my clothes involuntarily.

I did have such a fever that I didn't even have strength to bathe myself.Flaviz stripped me naked and put me in the bucket like a big boiled egg.The water was instantly black, but he turned a blind eye, took off his shirt, and scrubbed my body carefully, just like taking care of me when I was a child.

I couldn't resist his tenderness, so I leaned against the brim of the barrel to enjoy it, half asleep and half awake.

Misty mist filled the narrow space, blurring the vision.Slender hands combed my wet hair and brushed it to the nape of my neck.I didn't feel my eyes were moist. When I closed my eyes, a shadow fell, and my lips were gently covered.Then the flexible arm picked me up from the water, wiped it clean, and carefully placed it on the couch.

I have never had a sense of peace of mind that enveloped me. I have never known what it feels like to have a "home", and countless imaginations are not as real as this moment.

What happiness in the world is more fortunate than sleeping on the same bed with the one you love so much?

I turned sideways, put my arms around the slender waist of the person next to me, buried my head in his neck, couldn't help rubbing my lips a few times.Flaviz froze as if he had been scalded, the originally soft strength suddenly increased, he rolled over and pulled me under.Our breathing is intertwined, like the continuous sound of wind and rain outside the tent.

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In the dark, he stared at me deeply, stroked my cheek with one hand, and traced my lips and eyes like a blind man.

"I'm worried that I'm dreaming. I keep dreaming about you, Ah Thien, many different dreams..."

I know he is thinking of me gradually.A lot of memories came to my mind at once, making my voice hoarse: "I am here, Flaviz."

"What happened? The Leopard Army is a unit that you Persians have. How could you be hunted down by your own people?"

I shook my head, not knowing where to start: "It's not hunting, it's hunting. From now on, I can't go back no matter what."

Flaviz was silent for a moment, but did not continue to ask, and lowered his head to cover my lips.

At first, the tip of his tongue was very gentle, as if he was slowly savoring my taste, and then transformed into a strong aggressiveness, as if a hungry beast wanted to devour me.

A thick and sweet smell of blood wafted from his lips and tongue, and the strength of his hands holding me increased little by little, strangling me until I couldn't breathe.It was just a kiss, and I almost suffocated to death in his arms.

There was rumbling thunder outside, and the rain became heavier again. The general's tent was shaken, as if the sky was shaking and collapsing.But I have a feeling that Flaviz can hold up my whole world.I have lost many important things in my life, but fortunately I still have him, not born and died alone.

"My little Cupid." The voice in Lei Ming's ear was low and indistinct, but it shook me all over.

is that true?he really