Dressed as the sword of a Babylonian tyrant

After the doctor's preliminary diagnosis, he glanced at the humanoid monster on the king's couch calmly, and said to the Babylonian king sitting beside the bed:

"Wang, it has been determined that Master Jiao has no trauma or disease. Master Jiao doesn't look like he is sick, but rather looks like a weakness caused by not eating or drinking for a long time. That is to say... Master Jiao is suffering from hunger. .”

Hearing this, Sartu, who was staring down at the green-haired youth on the bed, raised his head, his raised amber pupils showed a trace of doubt: "This king is sure that Jiao is not on hunger strike."

The two assistants also nodded.

This little monster eats a lot, and its mouth is swollen every day. How could it be starved?

The old female officer Latas, who had been taking care of Luo Lai as a child, interjected worriedly: "Is it because you eat less meat, or is it because Master Jiao is a carnivorous or vegetarian monster that was fed wrongly in the past, which led to the illness?"

The doctor shook his head: "No, it's not. I'm sure it's due to the weakness caused by not eating for a long time."

When he was young, he went to a remote city of Babylon to practice medicine for free, and he saw many slaves who couldn't afford to eat, all of whom fainted from exhaustion like monsters on the bed.

Seeing that the doctor was swearing and not lying, Sartu's brows formed a furrow.

After a while, the young king's eyes fell on the old priest next to him.

He said: "This king wants an answer, this king wants Jiao to get better, and then stay by my side."

Hearing this, the thin old priest bowed slightly to salute, the kind smile on his face remained unchanged.

"Do you want to grant this wish no matter what?"

"Okay, I know, I will try."

The old priest slowly stepped forward with the taller staff in his hand, and the doctor immediately made room for the chief priest of the Anu Temple.

Mossa and Sirik knew that the king was going to use all means to keep the little monster behind with those secret witchcraft.

Babylon has a clear law (the Code of Hammurabi) that the use of witchcraft is not allowed in non-sacrificial situations, and they have only experienced the horror of witchcraft before.

As assistant officers, they should stop them.

But the two looked at each other and chose to remain silent.

The old priest put his hand on the monster's forehead, and said in a hoarse old man's voice soothingly: "As the accompanying monster of the Xianwang Sword, it's actually normal that it can't use human food as a nutritional supplement."

"Maybe what we think is nutritious doesn't have any effect on it. Wang, think about how it appeared in front of you before. Is there anything special about it?"

The old priest gazed gently at the King of Babylon with slightly cloudy eyes.

Sartu paused, and after thinking about it for a moment, he said, "The horn first appeared and took away the curse on me, and it did the same after that."

The old priest nodded: "That is to say, it has sucked away those curses that are not good for you. Now that Ulis's curse is broken, it has also begun to weaken."

The two assistant officers immediately responded: "So, Master Jiao survives on those things?!"

The old priest hummed: "Probably."

The crowd was silent.

If the little monsters really survive by absorbing the power of the curse, then they have no way to 'satisfy' the monsters

After all, to curse something like this, you need real wizards and priests to cast the curse successfully.

Nowadays, most wizards are just swindlers with a false name. Those who really have mysterious powers, except for the chief priest of Anu, who is the chief priest of the goddess of fertility and the goddess of victory, Ishtar, etc., only got a little inspiration from the accumulated worship of the gods.

However, praying for blessings is the work of sacrifices.

Cursing is the job of wizards.

The fields of the two are different, and the lines are like mountains, and the slightest difference is like a moat that cannot be overcome.

It might be difficult to find a priest to do the curse.

Sartu's face became even darker, and the coldness in his eyes almost condensed into ice.

He looked at the sleeping monster on the bed, and raised his hand to wipe Luolai's cheek with the back of his hand.

Knowing the difficulty, the two assistant officers also felt uncomfortable.

In their opinion, this monster is probably going to starve to death...

"Blessing spells can't stay on people for a long time, and the short-term blessing spells probably won't be able to make this little monster eat it." The old priest said, "Fortunately, I still know how to order wizard curses."

Sartu and Mossa suddenly looked up at the old priest.

The old priest briefly talked about the curse he knew.

After his introduction, both the king and the assistant officials present fell into a bewildered silence.

The old priest smacked his lips with a smile: "Well, after all, who doesn't have a young age? I learned this curse when I was five or sixty years old. Although it is not a terrible curse, it is still very practical."

The two auxiliaries roared in horror in their hearts: 60 and [-] years old are not too young, old priest! !And what have you done with this dreadful curse?Say it! !

Blinking, revealing a trace of cunning, the old priest said:

"So now that there is a curse, there is only one person who can take over the curse.

This person must always be with the companion monster of Xian Wangjian, otherwise it will be bad for him and the monster.

And once they are bound, they will become a complementary relationship, which requires careful consideration. "

After the curse was established, this person's fate was closely linked to a magic pet. He might be able to rely on this to gain the appreciation of the King of Babylon, or because of this, he would end up with nothing but wealth.

"King, let me come."

Sirik suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention.

The male assistant tugged at the corners of his lips uncomfortably: "It's also to make up for my mistake at that time."

Once, he almost killed the young man on the bed.

Moshisha also agreed: "My lord, Sirik is indeed a good candidate. Instead of entrusting Mr. Jiao to other caring people, it is better to entrust it to Sirik."

Everyone reached an agreement and looked at the king of Babylon sitting by the bed.

The tall man with white hair combed back quietly looked at the person on the bed, his sharp eagle eyes could not see any emotion, and the red gemstone hanging on the gold earring on his left ear sparkled with fire.

Then the king of Babylon turned his head and looked at the old priest.

The old priest looked mysteriously and calmly, and stared back at the young Babylonian master.

"The horn is my king's pet, it is my property, and it belongs to my management."

Sartu spoke, with a haughty and firm expression on his handsome face.

"Regardless of life or death, it should live under the control of this king. I will not let its life be controlled by anyone other than this king!"

"King?" "King!"

Mossa and Sirik's expressions changed drastically.

But the old priest didn't show any surprise, just smiled: "So what do you mean?"

Saltu curled his lips into a sneer, and raised his head: "Let me accept this curse!"

Rollei knew he was dreaming.

So there was something hot and slippery coming in from his mouth, but he didn't take it seriously, he even thought it was something delicious, so he smashed it twice, trying to suck out some juice.

But 'delicious' didn't let him eat it, but became fierce, and almost ate milk Lailai instead!

Milk Lailai with her long mouth was stunned and fell backwards because of the 'food' in her mouth.

The neck was pressed back hard, and the head was about to be pushed into the air!

Oh my God.

What am I eating?

Live octopus? !

No, no, my mother said you can't eat raw food!

Raleigh woke up suddenly.

Then the emerald green eyes, like two emeralds, caught the handsome and highly recognizable face that was very close to him in the field of vision.

As soon as the other party left him, there were several blood threads in Hu Po's pupils, violent and restrained, bloody and depressing.

It seems that there is a bloody world hidden in these eyes all the time.

Seeing that he was awake, Sartu raised his eyebrows, and his plump lips stuck to Luolai's mouth before they parted.

Luolai slowly widened his eyes, looked at the wet saliva on Sartu's lips in a daze, and subconsciously licked his own mouth.

suck~

Hahahaha~

Well, his mouth is wet too.

Rollei: 0A0!

Luo Lai: Damn it! ! !I just fell asleep, what the hell happened! ! !

Why did the bastard master wake up so fucking tongue-tongue-tongue-kissing Lao Tzu!

White smoke from an overheated brain popped out of a rat, its whole body was red with embarrassment, and its eyes were circling.

Seeing the little thing that was alive and kicking again, Sartu smiled lightly.

"I'm going to do it every day from now on," he said.

"If this king doesn't kiss you, you have to come up, this is an order." He said again.

After explaining, the young Babylon stood up and left the dormitory, leaving a certain lock in a mess, thinking he was wearing it again.

Outside the bedroom.

Under the dignified eyes of the two aides, the old priest handed Sartu a small earthen jar the size of a palm.

"Here is your blood and the materials of the curse. When you want to lift the curse, you can just burn the contents of this crock. Because of the special nature of the curse, allow me to remind you again that you will lose your Fortunately, you are the king favored by the goddess only when you are with monsters, are you sure?"

"Hmph, I know what I'm doing."

"Okay, when you are separated from the monster, please be careful, and may the god Anu bless you."

The old priest saluted and left.

Mossa remained silent, while Sirik stared at the pot in the king's hand and frowned, "My king... the curse is a curse, you..."

The king of Babylon, with his back turned to him, raised his hand to signal him not to speak any more.

"My king never considers himself lucky."

Suffering from headaches for seven years, no one would dare say the man on the throne is lucky.

"This king will not separate from Jiao."

From that day on.

The bouncing monster on the king's couch has become an existence that the King of Babylon is determined to keep by his side.

And this oath.

Like the two rivers of Mesopotamia, it will never run dry!

There was a wrong chapter before, which has been deleted, and the worm coins for the wrong chapter should be refunded to everyone in the near future, and I will also send red envelopes in the text to compensate everyone!

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