Dressed as the sword of a Babylonian tyrant

It all happened so unexpectedly that there was no trace of defense.

Luo Lai didn't expect that he would turn back into a human inexplicably (although this person needs to be quoted).

It didn't even occur to him that he would hit someone when he fell from the sky, and he was still a boy who looked only eleven or twelve years old.

So the moment Luo Lai fell into the arms of a little boy, panic was written on Luo Lai's face, and two big words appeared in his heart: It's over!

He hit people.

What the hell is a budding little flower in the motherland!

I'm so tall - it won't directly kill people with such a height, right? !

No way... I just made up my mind to take the first step in life, and then I stepped into prison and became a murderer or something... Fuck, it's too miserable.

Luo Lai's face turned pale with fright, and he struggled in a funny posture in the little boy's arms, and immediately turned around and squatted down to check on the little boy.

"Are you okay? Huh?"

"Where did you hurt, kid? Does it hurt? Is it serious?"

"You, you say something... Could it be... Are you being fooled by me?!!!"

The little prince Ailan came back to his senses in a daze, and stared at Luolai's face with big eyes. Seeing this monster that fell from the sky and Ashur heard his wish to bestow on him, his expression became more and more anxious, and the soft palms on his body felt Almost in his clothes.

The little prince stared at him blankly, and said, "I'm fine...you're so light...like a feather..."

Luo Lai doubted: "Really? Is there really no place to hurt?"

Although he fell very slowly, it was such a high place.

Alan shook her head frantically: "It doesn't hurt...you, you..."

Luo Lai thought the little boy was going to scold him, so he shrunk his neck angrily: "I admit it's my fault, I'm sorry, I will compensate you for your medical expenses."

"Those are not important!" Alan took Luolai's hand in his arms: "You, can you tell me your name?"

Rollei: "...?"

Alan blushed slightly: "I want to be your friend, but, can I?"

Luo Lai: "...Are you really sure that your mind is okay?"

"It's okay." Alan's nose was hot, and he quickly wiped it with his arm with his arms disgusted. He didn't let go of the green-haired and horned man for a second. He smirked and said to Luo Lai: "Hey, don't worry, Don't worry about me. Hehe."

Luo Lai's expression was terrified: "Little friend, you have a nosebleed!"

Alan wiped it again, but the rushing nosebleeds stained his teeth when he grinned!

"Is there, hehe."

What the hell, I really was fooled by others!

On the other side, late at night.

For the first time in two months, Saltu spent the night without his 'rogue' pet.

It was as if an iron awl had been inserted into the temple.

The sledgehammer swung vigorously, then slammed high on the other end of the awl, driving the sharp iron into his temple.

Splashing blood, gouging out the brain, gouging out the brain... the pain is enough to make an ordinary person go crazy and cry bitterly.

But Sartu got used to it.

The sun-god-like man was lying on the newly made king's couch with his head covered in cold sweat, his brows furrowed, and he fell into dreams and pain.

Without the two months of recovery, he could have adapted better.

Even if this kind of torture is no different from torture, the headache that is enough to pry the mouth of the most steadfast assassin in an hour is more terrible than divine punishment.

But for Sartu, who has endured it for seven years and is still able to fight and rule normally, it is already a part of his life.

Sartu's angry face, Sartu's sneer, and Sartu's fearless and upright back with the strength that always moves forward, made everyone ignore this point.

Will the king hurt?

Is the king weak?

Wang... Isn't he a normal person?

The invincible and unparalleled king has never been easy.

Dissatisfied with his rule, Bugavanti denounced his cruelty and indifference.

Ulis, the representative of the priest group who resented him, would reverently curse the man on the throne to die soon.

They all hated him, they all loathed him.

Even if he is the king of Babylon, the sun of Babylon.

【How powerful is Babylon in the hands of the sick? 】

[If there is a sick king, there will be a sick country. 】

——In the beginning, everyone was attacking Sartu's disease, thinking that it was the punishment of the gods, angrily denouncing his madness, and thinking that it would be better if the throne was replaced.

But he refuses to admit that despite his illness, the Lion of Babylon is still stronger and more stubborn than anyone else!

I dare not admit that he used to hold a knife with worn out palms like every ordinary Babylonian warrior on the battlefield, crossed mountains and ridges and crossed mountains and rivers, his feet were dripping with blood, and he lay on his stomach at the most difficult time. Drinking dirty muddy water on the ground, standing upright from other countries to protect the soil behind you...

What's even more ridiculous is that Sartu, who is known as a tyrant and mad king, has never enjoyed the cuteness of his ancestors—even if he was born noble.

Finally, the 23-year-old king has achieved what the previous generation could not do.

He laid a wider land for his people,

He pushed Babylon to the heights of history,

His iron hooves never give up!

He made all the countries hold their breath, and issued an edict from all directions!

People also let go of his illness, instead of cursing his arrogance, they sighed hypocritically:

[Babylon is strong enough, his iron wrist is not suitable, we need King Ni! 】

[As citizens of a powerful country, we need the most gentle and humane treatment. 】

—the world and the world were hard on him.

Although no one acknowledges it, the crowd greedily sees only his power and throne.

But Sartu has tasted pain, attack, blood, negation, conspiracy, scars, and suffering.

Has he ever been wronged, suffered, or given up?

The answer is: no.

He doesn't know how the world was born, or the bones and souls were all stones from the war at the beginning, or it was a reference to the heroic spirit of a certain tyrant.

Sartu is a person who doesn't know what it means to bend over and bow his head, and what it means to be gentle and caring.

Can't see this king?

Then goug out your eyes!

Against the king?

Then kill you all!

Privately say that the king is weak?

Heh, this king will let you know what cruel iron blood is!

Such a man is strong, rebellious, and domineering by nature, with scorching magma flowing in his veins, and rebellion and disdain in his bones.

He is high above, and he looks down on everyone.

Those who rebelled against him, most Saltu were stingy at remembering their faces.Because in a man's heart, that kind of lowly existence doesn't even have the right to make him angry, so he doesn't want to care about it at all.

He is so arrogant...

Who could have imagined it?

Sartu Ishnash, an arrogant mad lion, has had an empty harem and no heirs so far because he doesn't want to be touched by women of low bloodlines.

What's more, those who came from a noble family were even labeled by him: 'weak' and 'thighs are not as thick as his arms'!

God——

His confidant, Sirik, prayed more than once, that there should be a majestic maid who is not afraid of death in the harem, so hurry up and climb the king's couch of their king who deserves to marry a Titan!

Really, please!

He was really afraid that their honorable master would sleep in the mausoleum in his innocence until his death!

It's just so miserable!

I don't know if this heartbroken assistant officer really touched the gods or what... The crazy lion finally met the first object in his life that was difficult to 'classify'.

That guy has the milky crying face that Sartu hates the most, a short stature that almost shrinks to the ground, and a fragile body that can be blown to pieces by a gust of wind.

What annoys Sartu the most is that this little thing needs to be hugged every day, or he wants to lie flat and kiss his abs and chest like a baby.

He would cry if he didn't give a kiss, and his face would be soaked in snot. He, the noblest being in all of Babylon, even had to wipe it off!

And if he dared to scold it, he dared to cry even more fiercely, and finally stretched out his two paws and chirped: Sartu, hug~

The annoying male lion bared its teeth and roared, trying to give the little green thing a fork every time!

He felt that this thing was too annoying, if the other party didn't help his headache, he would have executed it long ago!

Such duplicity.

The man's face was reluctant, his hands moved quickly, and he hugged the coquettish little idiot time and time again with the corners of his lips curled up, coddled in the palm of his hand, and placed it on his chest lovingly...

He said ironically:

How are you so stupid?

(Why are you so cute?)

No wonder it's so useless when you eat so little.

(Eating so little, it turns out that my chefs are all rubbish.)

Why are you wilting like a vegetable?

(Jiao, are you unhappy?)

don't hug!

(Already reached out and hugged.jpg)

Not to kiss!

(Grumpy Lie Flat.jpg)

I'm so bored!

(If you act coquettishly to me again, if you continue to act coquettishly, I will agree...)

The temperature under the roughness and the rare bit of tenderness are already all of Sartu.

No one has ever walked into the side and heart of the proud King of Babylon.

Hillik once predicted that a woman could do it, and it would take at least 30 or 40 years.

But Luo Lai did it in just two months!

Two months!

It's a miracle!

Before Luo Lai knew it, it had already become the cub that the lion was willing to stand up for, move to the ground, and hug it under its belly to protect and lick its fur...

Sartu murmured in his dream, his voice was unbelievably hoarse.

"I will definitely catch you... definitely will..."

'What will happen? '

Someone seemed to be asking in a dream.

'Caught it and are you going to kill it?Are you going to break its legs? '

No... Sartu frowned with cold sweat, instinctively disliking this suggestion.

The big lion gritted his teeth in a haze, thinking for granted: Of course, like every angry lion parent, he pressed the rebellious cub into the grass, hard!Using the barbed tongue fiercely, licking its fur backwards!

Licking it crying father and mother!

Sartu is not arrogant.

He's just stupid, too proud, too big a man (really a big lion in human form).

The first time he learned to use his knife-holding hand to hold another existence that was dozens of times softer than him, he also panicked and had a headache, haha.

Let me show you the sweetness of rough men in the future, hee hee

Thank you for your reward (make up for the previous small TV):

@青衣向酒酒风风: Tsing Yigu Jiuzuifengchen gave Nautilus x1 to "Wearing the Sword of a Babylonian Tyrant"

@世何怎么：What's wrong with the vulgar as a gift to Trilobite x1 from "Wearing into the Babylonian Tyrant's Sword".

@罗洛花开: Luoluo Huakai gave trilobite x1 to "Wearing the Sword of a Babylonian Tyrant".

@UCooKie: UCooKie gave Trilobite x1 to "Into the Babylonian Tyrant's Sword".

@前同呀: The same is given to Trilobite x1 in "Transformed into the Sword of the Tyrant of Babylon".

@向阳: Xiangyang gave "Crossing into the Babylonian Tyrant's Sword" x1.

@胶肉荣耀: Cheese Glory gave Nautilus x1 to "Into the Babylonian Tyrant's Sword". 】