Dressed as the sword of a Babylonian tyrant

Hu Po's bloodshot eyes opened like animal pupils.

The previous tenderness disappeared in an instant.

"Let him come over."

The head of the personal guard responded respectfully, and stood up to summon the assistant officer, Mr. Sirik.

Taking advantage of this time, Sartu's drowsiness gradually dissipated.

He wrapped his big hands around Luo Lai's buttocks and lifted them up. Suddenly there was a faint pain in his lower abdomen, which made him look down. , Sartu raised his eyebrows amusedly.

Since ancient times, theocracy has always been connected with royal power.

Wang is regarded as a god walking in the world. Similarly, Wang's body cannot be damaged by anyone. It is an offense and provocation. If it were someone else, Sartu would have already screwed off the other party's head.

But if it were Luo Lai, Sartu would not do anything just because of the love of the other party in his heart, not to mention the small teeth that could only tickle him.

In just one month, the young King of Babylon has become more and more conniving at the occasional offensive behavior of his little pet, to the extent that it has even frightened the female officers serving the king and his confidantes.

"Are you so willing to cling to this king, Jiao?"

"Go and play with your toys, be good."

"Gee~!"

The weak little man didn't let go even if he was dragged, he buried his head in Sartu's stomach and screamed.

In Sartu's eyes, this is the little thing expressing its attachment to its master.

And Luo Lai is in my heart~~

Both little paws are placed on the tight and strong abdominal muscle in front of him, and he can't pull it away. Little Luo Lai opened his mouth seriously and gnawed and licked on it: This abdominal muscle is dirty, I will lick it for him , Yes, that's right, I'm just willing to help others, and I'm definitely not greedy for this man's body!Please also believe my nonsense!Suction ~ (serious.jpg)

The wretched Lai who succeeded Jag Lai said that he would not let go of holding Sartu's abs, and said that this man would still be willing to help others for ten years.

Cute body, wretched soul, get!

It's a pity that the good days of sucking abs didn't last long.

Wearing a white robe and a red one-shoulder shawl, the smiling Sirik soon came to the king.

When talking about business, Sartu doesn't like to let others see his gentle and casual side. Gentleness is undoubtedly equated with weakness in the hearts of strong men.

So Sartu's attitude was instantly tough, and with a little force from his men, Luo Lai was still pulled away.

"Booh~"

There is a small, crisp sound as the mouth separates from the skin.

On the honey-colored tight skin that was finally loosened, there was a patch of small rose-red marks.

Rolley, whose hands and feet were kicking in the air, clawed at the sucking mark with tears in his eyes.

Luo Lai: Muscle——

Luo Lai: I don’t want to leave you ahhh muscle——

Rollei: Ella woo--

Abs: ... Get out!

puff~

A rolai was thrown into the bird's nest.

Then, the dream is lost.

Sirik glanced at the wimpy little monster sitting in the bird's nest with a smile, and then looked at his master who was so clear that business was always separated from playfulness, and his eyes were still bloodthirsty and restrained. The shock seemed absurd.

Funny even.

How could I think that Wang would be fascinated by a little monster and change his personality?

Hillik asked himself.

Tomorrow will collapse, and the king in front of him will not change at all.

Probably because the headache was cured, the king was so kind to that little monster.

"Xilik, what do you want to do with this king?"

Sartu sat up, his face showing conspicuous displeasure that his rest was interrupted.

Even in the face of his assistants, the King of Babylon has no obligation to soften his attitude at all. As the king of this land, all the people living in this land are his servants.

How can a master be considerate to his slaves? hgwcd home (?′ω`?)

After all, he is aloof, arrogant and fearless, this is the king... Not only did Sirik not have any dissatisfaction, but he proudly admired the arrogance of his young king for a while, knelt down on one knee, and took out a bundled parchment.

"King, as you expected, the people you ordered your ministers to stare at started to move one after another. In addition to Elam's envoy, there was also the great prince of Assyria Solad, but he did not go to the private houses of those ministers. I went to this place, you see—”

The rope of the parchment was unwrapped and handed over to Sartu.

After Sartu saw it, his raised eyebrows and eyes were cold, revealing a terrifying murderous intent faintly.

"All the people on the list continue to pay attention. As for Solad...Although he did not collude with the minister in private, it may not be impossible for Assyrian spies to keep in touch with him secretly for a long time in ambush in Babylon."

Sirik nodded, "I think so too. The sword of the wise king first appeared in Assyria, which is the territory of the great prince Solad. After you snatched the sword of the wise king, as long as Solad is not a fool, he will definitely treat you for it." Grudge."

"And what I saw, this prince is not a smart person. If he was really smart, he would not have attended this banquet."

Everyone knew that he was dissatisfied with the king of Babylon. If something happened, he would be the most suitable target and scapegoat.

Sartu snorted, "It doesn't matter, as long as he has the ambition of a jackal, he will naturally show his fangs at the banquet. He is just an Assyrian prince. This king is waiting for him at the banquet!"

Sirik agreed with a smile, delighted at the more calm and powerful aura of loyalty to the king.

And for Wang Neng to have today, the Xian Wang Sword is naturally indispensable...

Fortunately, the king disregarded everyone's opposition and snatched it to his side. Xilik remembered that he was once a member of the opposition.

Thinking of this, after Xilik reported the monitoring task, he couldn't help reminding their monarch, "The guardianship of the Xianwang Sword must be done well. Although you carry it with you, there will be sacrifices before the banquet, so you can't wear it at that time." of the sword."

During the sacrifice, the king of Babylon will be baptized holding a scepter symbolizing the king, and carrying a weapon is disrespectful to God.

Sartu's eyes fell on Luolai who was pushing the gem beads to the edge of the bird's nest one by one, trying to decorate his own nest.

"Let Lesha stand behind the king during the sacrifice, and the king will give him the sword of the virtuous king to guard."

Removing the weapon is only a temporary form, the distance between him and the sword will not exceed 50 meters, the horn can stand on his shoulder, as long as the horn is still around him...

and many more!

Sartu frowned, since when did he regard the monsters born from the sword as more important than the existence of the Wise King Sword itself?

In terms of symbolic meaning, the sword of the virtuous king is more useful.

In terms of healing ability, perhaps even without horns, the Xian Wang Sword can still treat his headaches.

While this possibility is slim, it's not impossible.

Sartu guessed that he was not cured by the Sword of the Wise King before the horn appeared. It may be because of improper use, or the short time of owning the King Sword, which caused the legendary holy sword to not recognize its owner...

Seeing the man's face changing back and forth, Sirik asked.

"Do you have any orders for the banquet?"

"Huh?" Sartu came back to his senses and waved his hand: "Nothing, Sirik. I believe in your ability. You are the 'cup holder' chosen by me. There is no doubt about it in any aspect."

The cup holder is an ancient and respected profession, responsible for handling the king's daily life and all the affairs of the court. It seems like a butler, but it connects the king's private life and all the ministers' dealings, even without The king's order to mobilize the personal guards can be said to be a symbol of the king's trust.

The most famous holder of the cup is Sargon, the King of the Quartet.

Although Sargon succeeded his master and became the king himself, but according to the character of King Sartu, it can be said that this sentence is only praise and not derogation!

Hearing Wang describe himself in this way, Xilik couldn't suppress the emotion on his face. He changed his posture and fell on the ground, and said excitedly:

"Thank you for your trust! Sirik is willing to devote all his life and energy to sing praises to your glory!"

"No need to be polite, Sirik."

Sartu stared at the kneeling courtiers, remembering the hawk's eyes narrowing slightly.

"Go to the cell and bring Bugafanti out. The banquet is just when people are needed. This king allows him to offset the merits of his ancestors, but—this is not an example."

"This... yes! I thank you for your kindness on behalf of Bugavanti!"

"Go back."

"As ordered!"

It was an unexpected joy for my friend to be pardoned by the king. Xilike's natural smile became more vivid, and he hurriedly left the courtyard after saluting.

And Sartu closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, amber pupils stared at his stupid pet that was wagging its tail and spreading out a piece of meat pie on the blanket, and picked it up and put it in his hand.

'What? '

"Would you prefer golden chains, or silver chains?"

 …”

What the hell? !

The stunned little Raleigh looked up at his bastard master. The young King of Babylon in front of him had a serious face, and his eyes moved from its small neck, as if he was joking.

He said: "On the day of the banquet, I intend to tie you to my arm."

After a pause, he said, "But judging by your expression, maybe you like birdcages better?"

Luo Lai: ... I like you big headed ghost! ! !

How dare you tie labor and capital, labor and capital dare to run away from home!

If you don't believe me, you can tie one and try it! !

come!

You try it!

The next day.

Little Luo Lai was tied to the bed, and was licked all over by a crazy lion.

Graduate.

Happy New Year, one month.

@烧仙草: Burning celestial grass is given to Trilobite x1 in "Through the Sword of the Tyrant of Babylon".

@青衣向酒酒风除: Tsing Yigu Jiuzuifengchen gave Nautilus x1 to "Crossing into the Babylonian Tyrant's Sword". 】