Dressed as the sword of a Babylonian tyrant

A pillar carved with statues of gods and roses.

An ancient foreign palace built along the water.

Moss-covered boulder steps leading straight into the pool.

The palace courtyard where birds and beasts inhabit...

Whether it's the beautiful maids walking by laughing and skirts, or the lavender flowers blooming from the cracks in the stones that are well-kept but luckily no one finds them.

All this made Luo Lai full of curiosity and surprise.

It's like an otaku who hasn't gone out in eight hundred lifetimes. When he sees the grass on the side of the road, he can stop and poke his finger, touch it, and stare for a long time in surprise.

The afternoon sun is gentle, and the omnipresent brilliance of the sun dyes everything with a free and fresh light.

Even the shadows cast by stone pillars and promenade railings have a unique light and shadow beauty in a cheerful mood, telling the 3000-year silence of an era and a country.

A breeze carrying someone's body fragrance blows.

It blows Luolai lightly into the air, Luolai laughs and closes his eyes, smells the scent of water and flowers, and lets himself float above Xiao Su's majestic palace.

For a moment there was no sorrow left for Rollei.

no sartu,

There is no sour love that ends without a medical condition and dies,

There is no confusion and melancholy of traveling alone for thousands of years in a strange country.

When he opened his eyes again, Luo Lai looked up at the clear blue sky with light clouds and blustery weather, his heart was wider than ever, as if he had integrated into this world, from an outsider to a participant.

In such a leisurely and quiet environment, people’s heads always like to automatically play some rambling and endless thoughts, reflecting and regretting the things they didn’t do well, the occasions they didn’t get back, the fights they didn’t fight, and the scolding they didn’t enjoy. people.

For example, it couldn't help being annoyed when it thought of Sartu's confinement before:

How could I be so stupid to run under the bed?Now that I think about it, I should do this, that, and this again!

Then whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Little Luolai gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, punching the air twice.

And finally I should have jumped up and stomped on the bastard Sartu's toes!

Rub the grape juice you've eaten on that woman's skirt!

Hmph, let you bully me, dare not, hahahahaha!

Nai Lailai proudly put her hips on her hips: It really broke me!

Bai Yun drifting past Sha Lai: ...

Slip away, you should be a fool.

It's just that the smirking little Luolai didn't have time to be happy for a few seconds, and the next inexplicable question popped up in his free mind:

'Since when did I like Sartu? '

Rollei smiled.

The gurgling sour smell began to bubble again.

A group of conscious bodies languished, without the aura just now.

Thinking about it carefully, maybe when it first met, it simply fell in love with Sartu's handsome and powerful appearance, and added a bit of fledgling plot.

Later, it couldn't help but be addicted to the special treatment that Nama, the violent character of Sartu, only treated it gently.

What made him fall in love with Sartu after that was the tall and straight back of the young King of Babylon when he stood up to enjoy the cheers and glory in the face of the fanatical crowd.

'If only Sartu liked me...'

'If only Sartu refused that woman...'

"If only the person who was close to Sartu... was me..."

The dark little man prayed despicably in his heart.

What it wants has already exceeded the scope of what it can get.

Rollei knew that Sartu was right.

He was very good to himself, never beat or scolded, and he was well-clothed and pampered.

Even when it touched Sartu's abdominal muscles and secretly took advantage of him, Sartu let it go.From the perspective of pets, such an owner is simply a treasure in the world!

Rollei sighed.

It has undue affection for the man who is destined to have wives and concubines.

The reason why Luolai ran away from home was not to take revenge on Sartu, or to resent Sartu.

After all, it was wishful thinking, and Sartu didn't know or recognize this feeling.

The real reason is just that... I really can't bear to watch the men I like come to the bed one after another from the perspective of a pet.

"It's my fault~~~"

Looking at the blue sky, Luo Lai smiled slightly.

Where am I going next?

Where can I go?

...but it doesn't matter where you go.

In fact, Babylon is also quite beautiful, and it doesn’t want to go back. When it goes back, it will feed the whole family by itself and work overtime every day until late at night as a social animal.

The world is pretty good.

When Luolai was thinking this way, suddenly... there was a crisp "click" on its body, as if something was buckled on its body, and then it was suddenly untied.

Luolai opened his eyes strangely. It didn't matter if he opened his eyes. It actually found that its field of vision was sinking at a slow speed, and the sky was getting farther and farther away from it!

"Um!!"

"What's going on?!"

"I, why can't I fly?"

Luo Lai fluttered a few times in panic, but it didn't work. It was still spinning and falling helplessly in the air like a feather. It turned dizzy, not to mention, even when a strong wind blew, it unexpectedly——

Was blown away.

Luo Lai: "Fuck - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-"

Alan, the little prince of Assyria who had thrown off his servant, was squatting on the stone steps with his face in his hands and his face in distress.

Brother Wang seems to have become more and more strange since he came to Babylon.

Occasionally, he would see some strange people dressed as servants enter the side hall where they rested, and when they came out, their faces were solemn, and they hurried away.

Although Ailan had no chance to fight for the throne of Assyria when he was young, and he never fought for it, he was not a fool.

He knew that brother Wang was brooding over the matter of Xian Wangjian, and he also knew what he was planning, but Ailan didn't think that was good.

He is a little brain who has never learned strategy and strategy, but he has higher talents than all the king brothers, and he is born with an almost wild sensitivity to political strategy.

Now the king of Babylon is in his prime, and the people's will is what he wants, and there is no rumor that he will go berserk because of headaches and illnesses from time to time, and no one can violate his control of power.

This can be seen from the fact that the king of Babylon did what he wanted, and the ministers did not dare to stop him.

And his brother is just a prince.

Although I don't know what the king's plan is, but even if the king's brother can join forces with the ministers of Babylon, a prince who is in other people's territory and whose status is not as powerful as the king of Babylon, and a group of ministers who dare not even open their mouths to speak loudly in front of the king of Babylon get together , what can be done?

Alan scratched her fingers and muttered, "A sheep and a herd of sheep can't beat a tiger~Brother Wang~"

But Ailan could almost see that Brother Wang's failure was [-]%.

He curled his lips, thinking Brother Wang and the others are so stupid...

If it were me, I would definitely get rid of the other king brothers first, and then take back the Xian Wang Sword when I have a certain strength in inheriting the throne!

Thinking about it, the handsome sword body of the Sword of the Worthy King flashed in Alan's mind, its gorgeous and solemn shape, and the majesty worn on the Babylonian king, and he bit his lower lip enviously.

And that cute monster with green horns...

"It's so beautiful~"

The little prince Alan held his face in his hands and was crazy.

Although he only glanced briefly at the banquet, the little prince Ailan felt that he had a deep connection with it, as if the sword had been calling to him.

"By the way, the place where the Sword of the Worthy King appeared in the first place is not my brother's territory. That barren border town is obviously the territory my father gave me~"

All the good places have been scrambled by the previous brother Wang, leaving him only a small place that no one cares about.

Because Alan and the eldest prince Solad are both the queen's children, and Alan is too young to understand world affairs, the queen of Assyria asked the eldest son to take care of him.

Ailan remembered that Brother Wang was a little reluctant at the time.

But after the Xianwang Sword appeared, Brother Wang seemed to have forgotten about it, and was very angry that the "things that should belong to him" were taken away by the King of Babylon.

And the real master, the little prince Ailan, couldn't figure out why Brother Wang was so excited for him.

"Ah~"

Alan, who sighed for the number of times, thought: People's hearts are so complicated, they might as well be as innocent and cute as little monsters.

He vented his depression and stretched out his hands and shouted: "God Ashur - give me a little monster - I'm really bored to death -!"

As soon as the voice fell, a strong wind suddenly rose.

The little prince Alan was blinded by the wind and sand, and just about to raise his hand to rub it, his arm was suddenly pressed down by something, and a not-so-heavy weight suddenly fell into his embrace.

Alan: ...?

He opened his eyes in a daze.

For a moment, he thought he saw the god of Babylon.

——The long green hair blown by the wind falls from top to bottom in the blue sky in the background.

Mixed with soft and white robes, fragile and ethereal, extremely beautiful, it scratched his cheek like a cat scratching.

Time seems to slow down, and the world seems to be quiet.

The little prince's round eyes gradually widened and his pupils constricted.

After the long hair fell completely, it was reflected in a face that was also looking at him in surprise...

A cute little green horn on the left forehead,

Panicked emerald green eyes.

Many years later, the little Assyrian prince whose identity has changed drastically still can't forget the young man who fell from the sky in his arms that year, as if he came from another world and space.

I can't forget that... the heartbeat and amazement of the youthful youth...

Thanks for the big reward.I had a problem with copy-pasting today.

Tomorrow, I will put the rewarding bosses on the small TV one by one, but I won't be able to do so today.

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