Dressed as the sword of a Babylonian tyrant

"After you leave, try to avoid other people's sight. Don't be seen by anyone. Someone will meet you outside the palace... This thing must be handed over to the prince of Assyria."

"Don't worry miss, I remember!"

Akrita watched as her personal maid left holding the wooden box containing the Sword of the Worthy King, she held her chest and let out a deep breath, the boulder falling in her heart made her relax a lot.

She walked back from the empty side hall under the moonlight, looked up at the brightly lit Babylonian palace under the bright moonlight, her pupils shone with gold and jade splendor.

she thinks:

I will be the master here from now on.

From now on, I will be the Queen of Babylon!

Everything here is mine!

Untold riches, untold honors, and high power—how lucky I am!

All the people who looked down on me in the past, all the people who despised me will finally kneel down and kiss my toes!

"Haha, I may be the incarnation of the goddess Su Mei. What's so great about those ministers, kings, and dignified figures? Aren't they being played around by me? It's just that they were born better than others~!"

The more Akrita thought about it, the happier she became, and the more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She couldn't help humming and dancing the most familiar dance steps, and returned to her dormitory all the way in a good mood.

After entering the palace as before, she opened her arms and called for the maids to come and change her clothes. After a while, a large group of maids surrounded her to serve her.

The flattered Akrita swept her eyes and suddenly found one of the familiar faces.

She frowned and pointed at a maid.

"Aren't you the maid who pulled my hair last time and asked me to lock you up?! Who allowed you to come out? Where is the lady officer? Get out of here!"

"What's the matter? Miss Ekorita." The female officer came over with the same smile on her face.

"What's the matter?" Akrita sneered, pulling at the maid: "Explain to me!"

"explain?"

"Yes! Why are you pretending to be stupid? Be careful, I will kill you with one word!"

"This... I can't explain this, why don't I let her explain it to you personally."

Annoyed by these lowly scumbags, Ekrita felt something was wrong before she could react, when she saw the obedient maid whose hair was being pulled by her suddenly changed her face, sneered and slapped her hard to the ground !

"Snapped--"

With a loud sound, a numb and hot pain instantly crawled all over his cheeks.

Akrita was dumbfounded.

She was stunned for a while, and then her expression gradually became ferocious, she yelled with sharp teeth, and because of her anger, she forgot to raise and swear words with all her strength.

"Look at you like this."

The maids and ladies surrounded her, giggling softly as if looking at something rare.

"You, you—" Akrita heard their ridicule and was angry and annoyed: "I am the general's daughter! I am the future queen of Babylon, and I am the king's favorite woman. You want to die—you want to die— !"

The maid ignored her and smiled.

In a fit of rage, Akorita stands up and tries to beat them.

But before she could stand up, the maid she had punished came over a few steps and stepped on her shoulder and knocked her down!

Amid Akrita's screams, she punched down the screaming Akrita, and looked coldly at the comatose woman with nosebleeds all over her face.

"idiot."

Seeing this scene, the female officer covered her lips and sneered.

"Do you really think that the king's gift of jewels to your servant means pampering you?"

These 'handmaids' are actually female assassins secretly cultivated by the royal family and loyal to the king. They are usually managed by Assistant Officer Mossa, who lurk in the palace and quietly clean up some people's eyeliner.

As for jewelry?

As long as a person dies, shouldn't those jewels be returned to the king's treasury?

I haven't been touched by the king for so long, and I haven't received any awards, and I still have the title of "Miss General", so I feel that I am favored?

It's hilarious!

The perfect smile on the gentle-looking female officer's face remained unchanged, and she casually said to the female assassins under her management: "Take care of her, don't kill her, Lord Mossa is going to interrogate her, don't make me treat Massa badly." The adults have a business."

The maids smiled and nodded: "Don't worry."

There are too many ways to kill people and make people want to die!

King's bedroom.

A man in a gorgeous gold and white armor sat on the upper seat, a few strands of black hair combed back fell on his forehead.

The light shone on his face, and the light and shadow cast shadows on his deep eye sockets, and the pair of amber pupils lining them were like flames in the night.

Zhang Yang lowered his eyebrows and eyes.

His finger-gloved hand rubbed against Xian Wang Jian's bright sword body to make a "crack, crack" sound, and there was a sense of pressure and murderous intent in his movements.

The diamond-shaped ruby ​​on the gold earring of the left ear swayed with his movements, reflecting the refracted red light on the tight honey-colored skin of the man's neck.

Sartu focused and silently wiped the sword in his hand.

The throne is under the head.

Generals also wearing armor and iron swords at their waists stood in a row facing their king. The two assistant officers rarely smiled at all, and there was a breath of blood in the silence!

Affected by the tense atmosphere, the little green figure stood on the king of Babylon's shoulder and pinched the side of his neck restlessly, not daring to speak.

"Has the False Wise King's sword left the palace?" Sartu didn't raise his head, his deep voice could not detect any emotion.

"Yes." Sirik replied with his head bowed: "Take away the fake virtuous king sword, Akrita immediately gave it to her personal maid, there are two groups of people hiding outside the palace, one of them is the prince of Assyria There is a wave of staff who should be watching the Prince of Assyria behind the scenes."

Moshisha added: "General Lille has led people to place in various streets of the royal city, keeping an eye on the movements of all the ministers and fish that escaped the net, while General Bassa led people to lurk outside the royal city to respond in time. As for the palace, there are ministers and hopefuls. Rick is here... King, everything is ready, and I am waiting for your order at any time!"

After listening to his confidant's report, the young King of Babylon paused as he wiped his sword, and the corners of his lips curled up.

He stood up and strode down from the throne, inserted the Xianwang sword into the scabbard hanging at his waist, and smiled bloodthirstyly under the candlelight.

"Follow me, lions of Babylon, the time for hunting...is here!"

The general who had been waiting for a long time growled.

Gu Lailai, who probably knew what was going to happen tonight, carefully fixed himself on Sartu's shoulders, watching Sartu lead a streamlined team of dozens of people with superb martial arts skills, taking advantage of the night, under the watchful eyes of two assistant officers. leave the palace.

They are fast.

After a while, he left the Babylonian palace through the secret passage, connected with other people outside the palace, and ambushed near a group of people who were trading in the streets and alleys.

The moon is dark and the wind kills the night.

The cold and flickering light lit up in pairs of eyes, like a pack of wolves hunting at night!

They were hiding behind the mud-brick houses of the residents, with their hands pressed on the knives at their waists, all of them tense and dignified!

It seems that in the next second, it will pounce on it and bring out a bunch of blood flowers, cutting off the necks of each one!

Breathing is deliberately relaxed...

The air was heavy with Sen Leng's killing intent.

It was like taking a big mouthful of moist oxygen, which weighed heavily on the lungs.

The sound of heartbeat and blood flowing through the blood vessels is so clear that it can be heard in the brain.

Luo Lai didn't know whether he was cold or scared.

Hearing the harsh sound of swords being pulled out of their scabbards and metal rubbing against each other, it swallowed dryly, its whole body stiffened.

The feet and claws were cold against Sartu's neck, like a small ice cube.

In this terrifying environment where life and death can change in an instant, suddenly, the petrified coward Lailai was rubbed against his chubby chin with a finger.

The action is rough and the strength is gentle.

Luo Lei, whose nerves were about to collapse, suddenly trembled, his ears were filled with his own heartbeat, and he realized whose hand it was that didn't cry out the golden beans.

"Gee, gee...?"

- What, what's the matter...?

Not even daring to poof, Lailai let out a weak cry.

Then it listened dazedly to the King of Babylon calling him in a low voice with a laughing male voice.

"Don't be afraid."

"This king will protect you."

"If you are really scared, grab my earrings, close your eyes, and don't look."

The bean-sized milk Lailai held back when she heard the words, and couldn't hold back, with two bags of tears in her eyes, she grabbed the gold earring on Sartu's left ear, and signaled with a puff that she heard it.

Soon, a short female moan came from the opposite alley, and then the team of about ten people, wearing cloaks, quickly left the alley and fled in a certain direction.

After they fled, a stranger who had been staring at them also turned around and left in the opposite direction.

Sartu's finger on its chin was pulled away, and he turned his head and said:

"Bassa, Lille."

In the dark night, two tall young men in the middle of the line immediately stood up and leaned over.

"Bassa, if you lead people to catch up with Assyria, they will immediately go out of the city to find a way to leave Babylon, and the people behind the scenes will definitely ambush them on the road, and before that, capture the prince of Assyria."

"Yes, king."

After Bassa saluted, he turned around and chased after him, followed by his subordinates.

"Lille, call back the people scattered on the streets of the palace, and join them immediately after the king gives you the signal."

"The minister takes orders!"

Another tall general departs into the night.

Luo Lai looked at their dwindling team with trepidation.

It's okay for us to be so small.

What if there are a hundred or so people on the other side?

If the bastard master misses...

Little Luo Lai trembled.

Looking at the side face of its stinky owner, he hesitated for a long time and made a silent decision.

I must protect the bastard master.

for sure!

Led by Sartu, they moved closely behind those in front.

I don't know how Sartu and the others did it, but Luo Lai found that they didn't make any movement even though they were wearing light armor.

Special, scalded sheepskin boot soles are as silent as cat's paw pads in the still night.

After a while, they left the original street, twisted and turned, and followed the man to a small street that is still lit.

"King, it's Shasudia Street."

Lesha leaned forward and frowned and whispered.

Good and evil are mixed here, and it is the easiest to hide evil people and practices.

Although the big taverns and big casinos have been closed at this time, there are still some small places and ji. girls who live on the flesh and blood business are still working.

Rows of blue-roofed mud-brick huts are lit, and women with heavy makeup are leaning on the doorways.

Not to mention the possibility of hidden dangers, but also exposed their positions.

Sartu stared at the alley where the mysterious man entered with a sullen face, snorted coldly, and said disdainfully:

"Let a few guards go in first to make noise, and we wait outside. The traitors with ghosts in their hearts will naturally flee when they hear the news. We are here to guard those guys who want to blend in with the crowd."

Le Sha's eyes lit up: "I understand."

He quickly arranged for five personal guards, and gave a few quick instructions in a low voice. The five personal guards nodded and led the order to rush into the alley where the mysterious man had entered before, and began to smash and search for people blatantly.

The woman's scream and the man's curse sounded with the sound of shouting and smashing things.

Naturally, the old ghosts wandering around the streets of Shasudia would not be nosy, and retreated into the darkness after a few glances.

As Sartu expected.

It was noisy inside for about 10 minutes, and two people wearing hooded cloaks turned out from the window of a prostitute in the alley, trying to blend into another small shop that was open with steady steps.

The brutal King of Babylon stared at their backs and tugged at the corners of his lips ferociously, and drew his sword forward with a 'clank'!

And the generals behind the king walked even faster, with their long swords out of their sheaths!Shine a cold light!

The man, who was exposed for some reason, protected his master and left. As he was walking forward, he instinctively pulled off the alarm. In a moment of life and death, he immediately turned around and drew out two waist knives with both hands to block behind him.

when!

Weapons collided, sparks flew.

The man with a gaping jaw and blood tremblingly looked at the man with beast-like pupils who appeared in front of him, and immediately judged the fact that he was beyond his power in martial arts.

"Master, go!"

The man roared and rushed forward to block Saertu's attack.

And the man in the cloak behind him wanted to run away without saying a word, but was stopped by Lesha and the others.

Seeing this scene, the cloaked man took out a whistle from his pocket and blew it.

The sharp whistle spread across the street in an instant, and countless masked killers came out of the all-connected alleys in the darkness to rush Lesha and the others away, protecting the mysterious cloaked man in the middle!

"court death!"

Sartu was powerful, and when he swung the Xianwang sword without relying on martial skills, he shattered a waist knife of the man with brute force, causing him to retreat frequently.

When the man's hands were numb and his teeth were clenched to block again, the last waist knife also burst into cracks and broke!

laugh--

The sound of metal tearing through flesh was like cutting cloth.

Sartu cut off the man's neck with a single sword, and the round head flew into the sky with wide-open and distorted features, and the bright red blood sprayed like a fountain...

Boom.

The head fell to the ground.

The headless corpse knelt limply and fell to the side. The blood pooled into a pool, soaking the armor and cloak of the King of Babylon. The handsome man with a terrifying smile on his face looked like a terrifying demon!

The air was still.

Afterwards, the bloody scene was like the opening chapter of a prey hunt. Le Sha and others rushed into the group of killers one after another and formed a ball, attracting countless gamblers and prostitutes to run away screaming.

Only killing one person, Sartu stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lower lip, and the cold and ruthless amber pupils were full of excited desire to kill.

Sartu has been practicing martial arts since he was five years old.

He was born obsessed with martial arts, obsessed with bloody battlefields, and even more excited by the blood of the enemy, a cruel person!

The howling of the enemy makes him happy, and the spray of blood makes him intoxicated!

The cold-blooded king of Babylon, who was fighting fiercely in his bones, entered the flock of lambs like a lion and slaughtered them!The sword in his hand cut one after another!

These sleazy killers are not worthy of being his opponents!

It's like killing chickens and cattle...

The sound of countless wailing and chichi bones and flesh being chopped up came one after another.

That can't be called a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre!

The slap boy with a pale face grabbed Sartu's earrings and hair tightly, and buried his face deeply in the hair of the King of Babylon. Whenever there was movement and screams of those liquids splashing on the ground, it would Vigorously shake up a few times.

Like a kitten drenched in winter rain.

Trying to squeeze itself into a ball, the little green ball with its tail clipped to its belly trembled non-stop.

It is afraid of blood.

It was scared to death.

Not only seeing it with my own eyes, but just thinking about it, or smelling the bloody smell, it is afraid.

Like claustrophobia, that kind of fear comes from the heart, which cannot be restrained and cannot be resisted.

But it dared not faint this time.

Because it knows that after it faints, the Sword of the Wise King will soften into noodles. If Sartu gets hurt because of its weakness, Luolai will never forgive himself for the rest of his life...

"Puff... puff, puff..."

I'm not afraid……

Yes, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid!

Nai Lailai shrunk into a ball and hypnotized herself while crying.

Someone outside was howling in pain again, a few drops of scorching hot stuff splashed on Sartu's shoulder with a fishy smell, and the hot little Luolai flinched and wanted to chop off his jiojio!

I'm not afraid... woo... I'm not afraid...

Nai Tuanzi retched twice, tremblingly stuffed her claws into her mouth and bit them.

After an unknown amount of time, the movement outside finally subsided.

A familiar voice quivered with hatred and resentment.

"I am right……"

"I was so wrong because I didn't expect that you weren't crazy... King of Babylon... I lost to the fate that was on your side, not you!"

"Shut up! You traitor!"

Lesha angrily kicked the man whose hood had been lifted and fell to the ground with a muffled kick.

A small earthen jar was also seized and placed beside it, guarded by two personal guards.

After kicking him to the ground, Lesha was still unrepentant and punched him twice, cursing, "You are a Lord-devouring snake who deserves to be cut off by the god Anu! As a priest of Babylon, you actually colluded with Assyria——Mom!" - I will kill you!"

The great priest who was beaten, Ulis hugged his head and laughed while coughing.

With such an unconvinced attitude, Lesha wanted to break his neck directly, but was stopped by Sartu's cold "Lesha" and stood aside panting, making way for their king.

Sartu swung the sword to shake off the blood beads on it, and put the sword back into the scabbard.

The blood-stained blackened crimson cloak was thrown back against the heels of his boots.

The boots of the golden armor stepped on the ground and made a "da da" sound, and stood in front of the great priest Ulis.

Like a god of war, the tall King of Babylon raised his captivating amber eagle eyes, condescending, and stared indifferently at the defeated ants on the ground.

When Ulis raised his head to continue taunting, he stepped on Ulis' head and trampled him into the blood and mud on the ground.

"Who allowed you to look directly at this king?"

Sartu asked coldly.

Ulis: "Damn... Mmm!"

Sartu stomped down hard again, crushing his head, with a horrified expression: "Ulis, this king can still kindly give you a chance to confess your crimes, but... if you don't want this chance , I also have a lot of ways to let you speak!"

Ulis gritted his teeth, the flames of unwillingness and fear of punishment were tormenting in his heart.

"not talking?"

Sartu raised his eyebrows and sneered, and turned his head to Lesha.

Lesha immediately drew his sword and pierced Ulis' hand on the ground!

Pierce a big hole in the delicately maintained palm of the great priest and nail it in the muddy water!

"Ahhh-!"

Ulis screamed, his face turned pale in an instant.

"Don't tell me yet?"

There was no smile in Sartu's eyes, but his voice was smiling, which sounded inexplicably pervasive.

When Lesha was about to raise the iron sword again, Ulis finally let go: "I say!"

Sartu nodded: "Let's talk."

The hated but helpless Ulis heaved his chest angrily, closed his eyes, and said, "That earthen jar belongs to my teacher, the former great priest. It was left when you were a prince."

Sartu paused, thinking of something: "It was your teacher who held the sacrificial ceremony when my father cured this king's birth defect?"

Ulis: "Yes."

But Le Sha and other generals and Luo Lai on Sartu's shoulder were stunned when they heard this.

Born disabled?

What is born with a handicap? !

Luo Lai, who didn't dare to open his eyes, hugged Sartu's ear nervously, screaming.

When Sartu heard his fingers stretched out, he scratched its back twice comfortingly.

Being born with a disability does not mean that Sartu has a congenital disability.

Instead, when Sartu was just born, he was like a "white child (albino animal)" on the grassland, with a pair of beast-like amber vertical pupils, and snow-white hair and skin.

In addition, the Babylonians are Semites, all of whom have white skin, deep eye sockets and high nose bridge, which led to the fact that the newly born Sartu was terribly white except for the eyes, and looked like a sculpture instead of a living person. .

At that time, although albino animals were given to high-ranking officials and nobles as rare gadgets and auspicious things, in fact, "white child" was a symbol that was abandoned by heaven at birth.

They cannot rely on the cover color of their fur to hunt and survive in the grasslands, nor can they hide themselves. They are even accompanied by some diseases, and usually cannot live to adulthood.

Especially in ancient Babylon, where theocracy was worshiped, such abnormal children would not be accepted and sit on the throne.

So the former king and queen of Babylon, who were worried about his premature death, looked around for witchcraft and wizards, trying to change the fate of their son.

Ulis's teacher is a wandering wizard.

He successfully reversed Sartu's albinism with a magical "blessing" witchcraft, and was appreciated by the former king and queen, and was named a great priest from a tramp.

Ulis, who didn't have any noble background, was also influenced by him, and inherited the position of great priest under the protection of his master.

"That's not some witchcraft to pray for blessings at all!"

Ulis gasped and laughed ho ho.

"The stupid former king was played by my teacher. He not only handed over your blood easily, but was also happy for his son's recovery. Little did he know that what the teacher left on you was a curse!"

"My teacher not only wants to get the position of priest, but he also wants to control the crown prince and become the future king of Babylon, ho ho... But who knows that he died so early, these things are all cheap for me."

"But I'm also stupid, I didn't expect you to be so tolerant!"

"It's been seven years... you haven't been fucking crazy for seven years!!"

Regardless of the boots on his face, he stared at Sartu's face with bloodshot eyes.

"Why aren't you crazy? Haha, why aren't you crazy?!"

"You are so tolerant... I can only continue to study the notes left by the teacher. I want to maximize the curse and turn you into a fool! It's a pity...it's a pity..."

"Hahahaha... Teacher and I both failed, both failed hahaha..."

"You damn bastard!"

"You false king!"

Seeing that he began to insult the monarch with crazy words, Lesha immediately punched Ulis unconscious when he saw that his master did not object.

Then the man looked at the king who was loyal to him at a loss. The general's head was not as delicate as that of a civil servant. He didn't know whether to comfort the king now or shut up.

Well, if only Sirik and the others were here.

Hesitating, Le Sha still said: "Wang, look at this jar..."

Sartu, who was thinking about something, came back to his senses, looked at the crock pot, and his voice was cold.

"But...Your Majesty, we don't know if you will return to your previous appearance after this pot is burned, why don't you wait for Xi..."

"This king is able to sit on the throne, not because of his appearance." The king of Babylon, who had recovered his arrogant appearance in an instant, raised his chin, looked at the crowd, and said, "This king depends on his wrists, and his strength!"

Seeing such a confident and fearless monarch, Le Sha and You Rongyan, who are courtiers, immediately responded with a grin.

Joyfully, he took out the flint and set something in the crock on fire.

Unexpectedly, this thing is quite in love with it, as soon as it touches a little spark, it immediately burns with a whistling sound.

Accompanied by some kind of scorched and weird stench that made Lesha and several soldiers retch, Sartu felt light on his body.

It was as if something heavy had floated away from his body, scattered in the air and disappeared.

At the same time, the tall and handsome King of Babylon, whose black hair combed back turned into white hair like salt grains and fine snow!

"Your Majesty, your hair!?"

Lesha and the others looked at the monarch's head in panic.

Sartu felt something in his heart, and waved his hand to signal his subordinates not to make a fuss.

As he himself said, Saltu didn't care about his appearance.

Even if he has white hair that symbolizes "ugliness and unknown" in the eyes of everyone, even if there is a terrifying cut scar on his face, it is just a medal for a battle.

He has ruled Babylon for so many years, and the courage and tolerance of a king have already been engraved into his soul.

For this alone, there is really no loss...

I'm afraid that from now on, there will be more rumors about the cruel and terrifying nature of the king of Babylon!

"Return to the palace."

Under the moonlight, stepping on a pool of corpses and blood, the cape of the once victorious king fluttered, heading towards the palace without any confusion or hesitation.

That kind of posture that always knows his own direction makes people look at his back and move involuntarily, wanting to follow...

Sartu, who shook off his heart a few steps, ignored the brainless Lesha behind him, and secretly told others stupid things like "how should the king be comforted when he is disfigured".

Suddenly he heard a small puffing sound coming from his ear, and only then did he remember that the little pet on his shoulder must be afraid of suffering.

Sartu's cold expression softened.

After wiping his blood-stained armor fingertips with the cloak, he raised his hand to pinch the little man off and put it in the palm of his hand to observe.

And at this sight, Sartu found that his little pet seemed to be stupid, staring at him blankly, and the emerald green peas opened their eyes wide.

"What are you looking at?"

The young king of Babylon thought that he would not be able to recognize himself if he changed his hair color, and his complexion was a little bad.

Little did he know that his little pet was screaming heart-piercingly at this moment.

Nai Lailai: ah ah ah white hair ah ah ah white hair! ! !Fuck is white hair! !Real white hair! ! !

Nai Lailai: Huh huh huh—the white-haired control of labor and management, the Two-dimensional of labor and management!

Milk Lailai: White-haired amber eyes and eight-pack abs male model body honey-colored skin... Sucking... Woo... Sucking... What kind of goddamn combination is this? Is this shit really not my dream?

Surely not?

Right right right right!

This kind of man, this kind of white-haired storm, me, me, me...

Nai Lailai opened her mouth, and was so moved that crystal tears trickled down from the corners of her mouth, and they were still drawn.

Nai Lailai, who was so obsessed with licking her face that she forgot to be afraid, happened to hear them say that Sartu had changed his appearance and turned ugly, so his eyes lit up and he stood up, and his little claws gestured anxiously.

Milk Lailai Star Eyes: Asshole master!

Sartu said with a sullen face, "Huh?"

Nai Lailai happily: I heard that you are becoming ugly like this!Out of shape!

Sartu's face darkened even more, and he gritted his teeth angrily.

little bastard.

How dare you dislike your master? !

Sartu was about to pinch the little thing's tail to punish it, when he saw the green-haired little man in his hand burst into an incomparably brilliant smile.

It put the two claws with the gaps in the nails together, like holding water, straightened its arms and raised them in front of him, shaking them up and down as if begging for food.

Milk Lailai Puji: The bastard master has become ugly, then, that, can you give me the bastard master.

Milk Lailai: Please, give it to me, give it to me!

Sartu was silent for a while, and after making sure that he didn't make a mistake, he asked, "...why."

Little Luo Lai shyly wagged his tail and stretched out his hand in favor: because I really like the bastard master... Can you give it to me if others don't want it?

Little Raleigh: Please, please.

Little Luo Lai: Bastard master, you talk, others don't want it, give it to me, I want it!

Little Raleigh: Huh?Master, why don't you speak?Owner?Asshole master? !

The King of Babylon pursed his lips suddenly with a turbulent and unknown feeling in his heart. He did not immediately answer his little pet's words, but continued to walk towards the palace at a much slower pace.

When the little man in his hand dropped his paws, he said:

"It's all yours."

【small theater:】

Milk Lailai: Master, you have become ugly!

Saltu: Angry.

Grandma Lailai: Others don't want you anymore!

Saltu: more angry,

Milk Lailai: Well, can that give you to me?

Milk Lailai: Me, me, I like you so much.

Saltu: ………Well, okay. (I can't hold back the smile on the corner of my lips)

[There is only one kind of existence in the world that will not betray you, despise you, that kind of existence is your cutie, shovel shit~]

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