Dressed as the sword of a Babylonian tyrant

The next day.

It's another day when the political lunch break is temporarily over.

All the other ministers went to eat in the small room, but His Majesty the King of Babylon sat in front of the sumptuous dining table, his face as black as ink, and he did not move his chopsticks for a long time.

The two assistant officers who were lucky enough to eat in the same room with Wang looked calm and relaxed while eating with their heads down, but in private, the eyes and brain waves crackling and frantically hinting flickered in the air like gossip!

Mossa blinked: Today's king is the king who eats alone again~

Sirik: It's been three days, and the horn hasn't calmed down yet?

Moshisha: Of course not, any mother can't stand her husband abandoning her child. I think this time is serious. Before Wang realizes his mistake, he will be alone.

Xilik was dissatisfied: How could the king be wrong!

Mossa raised the corners of her lips: Is there something wrong with the horns?

Sirik's face froze slightly: ...the horn is also right.

Mossa's smile deepened: Is that the fault of our assistant officer Mr. Sirik?

Moshisha: Well, anyway, we can just watch a good show. I heard that not only for dinner, but also for the rest of the night.

Mossa narrowed her eyes and covered her lips: Only when the wife is hungry can she be favored...Pfft!

This woman is really vicious!

Above, the white-haired King of Babylon who hadn't moved for a while, his beast-like eyes were vaguely expectant, and his eyes fell on the old female officer Latas.

When Latas smiled wryly and shook his head, the expectation disappeared.

But we separated for a while, do you think the king will compromise? !Sartu gritted his teeth and sneered and picked up the spoon to drink the soup.

Unexpectedly, just as the thick white soup was about to be served, a small worm fell from the sky, not only fell into the soup, but also fell into the spoonful of soup that Sartu scooped up by coincidence.

Babylonian King of Lucky E:  …

Wang who is lucky and does not bring Ouhuang's wife: ...

The spoon and soup were thrown back on the table, and the expressionless Sartu thought: This king will never compromise, never!

Have a meal?

There is poison in the rice.

Drink water?

There are worms in the water.

office?

The wooden table, which was so heavy that it had been kicked from the first year of Sartu’s reign to today, and which had not been broken for seven years, suddenly broke a leg, and a high pile of mudstone slabs fell to the ground. Except for the share in the hands of the King of Babylon, no one was spared... …

Holding the only surviving mudstone slab in his hand, the tyrant whose arms were bulging and trembling: "..."

The corner of Xilic's mouth twitched: "Wang... until Jiao comes back, for our sake, please don't touch any confidential documents!"

After this table, officials all over Babylon will have to work overtime!Do you know that the confidential minister's hair has long been gone? !

If hair loss counted as a work-related injury, the treasury would be empty by now! ! !

Sartu was silent for a moment, and said with the last stubbornness of the king: "...this king will never compromise."

Xilic was tired: "Compromise, I beg you."

Mossa choked back her laughter.

The little one is lying happily by the fountain pool basking in the sun, its full stomach is round like an upside-down ball, and its spade-heart tail is flicking and flicking.There is also a small blade of grass hanging from its mouth.

Raising her claws to cover the sun, Nai Lailai sighed with her eyes narrowed.

This day, cool!

whee.

= V =

There is no Sartu watching it, it can play wherever it wants, eat whatever it wants, and go to the kitchen of the palace when its mouth is hungry.

Wang's kitchen is a wonderland on earth!

What rare fruits and vegetables, roasted roasted lamb on the outside with sauce, juicy roasted lamb on the inside, bright beef soup made from radish, whole roasted chicken smeared with honey, savory lamb chops...

Suck -!

With red eyes, Nai Lailai swooped on all kinds of delicacies, ate and gnawed, and finally sipped twice into the wine served to Sartu. Isn’t this a fairy day?

Of course, it is afraid of being scolded by the chef and maid, and will leave its paw prints on the food it has eaten.

Its hands are small and easy to recognize.

The maids will not panic when they find out that the food has been stolen. Instead, it is popular to leave a plate of delicious food in the middle of the table in order to impress the little people.

When the milky Lailai came over to eat, the girls surrounded the little man excitedly, and they must touch him from head to toe!

Sometimes I can hold the soft ball in the palm of my hand, rub my fingers against the little thing's chin twice, and curl my fingers when I am flattered by the thin peach-heart tail...

Ahhhh, how can it be so cute!

The maids and sisters screamed in their hearts, vying to pet them.

Within two days, all the maids in the back kitchen fell.

Even the most difficult chefs found out that the little monster would only eat the best dish when they put two different dishes on it. Several chefs even deliberately started to develop new dishes, let the little monster try it, and listened carefully to the taste. Lay's opinion.

this is not OK.

Too sweet, Sartu is salty.

The villain, who was not as tall as a bowl, folded his paws seriously, smacked his mouth twice, and shook his head.

"Can't you?"

"Is it too sweet?"

"Hmm, so that's how it is..."

The young chef carefully wrote it down, and then smiled and took out two pieces of specially made fluffy pastries, which were not too big and were filled with jam.

The old chef was very skillful. He wrapped the pastry in gauze into a small bag and handed it to the expecting little man on tiptoe.

"Thank you for your hard work. This is for today, here."

Thanks Chef Grandpa! !

Doudou's greener Nai Lailai hurriedly stretched out two paws, hugging it happily into her arms.

It showed a big smile and waved to everyone, jumped from the table to the noodle bag next to it, and then transferred from the noodle bag to the window, and disappeared after a while.

Nai Lailai, who had returned to the edge of the pool, sat on the grass and couldn't wait to open the cloth bag.

Two bear biscuits with fillings from the previous life were exposed, and they exuded the aroma of milk and jam.

He ate one at once, and carefully rewrapped the rest, and put it on the dry stone for his supper, while he stretched himself out to bask in the sun by the pool.

During the few days when it and Sartu slept separately, it just found a place to sleep. Although it was cold and dark at night, many places in the palace were brightly lit at night.

And it also stole a bird's nest from the zoo!

The birds in the zoo will build their own nests, but the maids and sisters will use soft hemp and cotton to make nests for the small animals in order to take better care of these rare birds and animals.

The maid who took care of Nai Lailai used to be from a zoo, because Nai Lailai also has a nesting nature, and the maid lady even mentioned it when chatting with her companions.

Nai Lailai, who was temporarily homeless, remembered and went to the zoo to sneak out and bring a new one out.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation are all settled, so the days sleeping outside are as leisurely as camping.

Nai Lailai has a plan in mind.

It is not afraid of uncompromising masters.

You must know that if Xuan does not save Fei, and Krypton does not change his fate, even if Stinky Saltu is the most honorable man in all of Babylon, he cannot stop the unlucky and tragic fate of Fei Chief.

The crackling little man with the little abacus laughed.

You all say I'm stupid, but I'm not stupid!

People are smart!

I'm afraid it won't be long before the bastard master will coax labor and capital back!

Nai Lailai crossed her legs happily, humming the famous song from her previous life, good luck, and was wondering if she should go for another meal at night, when two maids holding water basins passed the courtyard.

"Recently, the life in the bedroom is getting more and more difficult. Wang lost his temper several times and didn't say anything. Just now, Wang had a headache again from drinking too much. Alas... I hope you don't lose your temper at us."

The maid muttered softly, and the content of her words made the humming of Nai Lailai, who was resting at the side, stop.

Another maid comforted her: "The status in the bedroom is also high, and the king has a very good temper when Mr. Qianjiao is around."

The maid hummed and sighed: "Lord Jiao has gone, and the king doesn't look very well lying in the dormitory now."

"Yeah, so we have to send the cold water over quickly, you..."

The two walked while talking, and after a while, the voice of the conversation became smaller and smaller, until it could not be heard.

After they left, Nai Lailai frowned and sat up.

Is Saltu sick?

It must be fake!I'm not fooled!

Nai Lailai lay back and closed her eyes, and sat up again within a few minutes.

No, no, what if it is true? !

Otherwise, I'd better go and have a look... Anyway, it doesn't matter if you just take a look...

The worried Nai Lailai made a decision and ran to the bedroom.

"So after thinking for so long, you came up with such an idea for the king?"

Mothsha and Sirik hid behind a pillar in the dormitory.

Looking at the king pretending to be drunk on the king's couch, the smart and intelligent woman looked at her colleague speechlessly.

"No matter what, as long as it works."

Sirik ignored her with a stern face, observing the traces of the monster, and finally found a small green-haired monster crept in from the outside after a while.

He raised the corner of his lips: "Isn't this coming?"

Mossa also saw Luo Lai, and she sighed slightly, hoping that the king would not be found out.

When Luolai came, he could smell the smell of alcohol in the bedroom. Although it might have been caused by Sartu, the worry in his heart increased again, so he hurried to the side of the king's couch.

Because when Sartu was sleeping, the maids would avoid them so as not to disturb the king's rest.

Therefore, except for two lions who crawled out excitedly from under the bed to rub against it, no one noticed its existence.

Nai Lailai whispered to the lions to stop roaring, while she stepped on the lions and climbed onto the bed.

A towel soaked in ice water was placed on the man's forehead, his eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed, he looked very uncomfortable, and his scorching breath smelt strongly of alcohol.

Saltu?Saltu?

Grandma Lailai called him twice, but got no response.

How much did you drink...

It's definitely not fake to be drunk like this.

Nai Lailai stood on the pillow and looked at Sartu's sad expression, feeling uncomfortable in her heart.

It crawled on the handsome face, thinking about whether the towel is still cool, and whether to ask the maid to change it... He should stop quarreling with Sartu in the future, at worst, it will take a little more time for the two to break up, Sartu Already a bad tempered person, coupled with drinking... What if I have a heart attack or a brain attack? ?

The more it thought about it, the more afraid it became. When it was climbing, it got distracted, and if it didn't step on it, it would fall on its back!

Nail Lailai let out a panicked scream.

Sartu, who was pretending to be drunk on the bed, opened his eyes suddenly, and was about to pick it up.

slap~

A milk Lailai fell into the palm.

The four-legged little monster was lying in the familiar palm with a dazed face, its wide-eyed peas and the equally wide-eyed amber stared closely at each other.

Sartu pursed his lips and put Nailai Lailai on the pillow, then lowered his hands and closed his eyes, and lay back down again, as if nothing had happened.

Milk Lailai: ... Ha ha.

The little man who laughed angrily climbed up the face of the bastard master again.

Pretending to be asleep, pretending to be drunk, pretending to have a headache, you are so awesome!

Didn't your eyes stare like copper bells just now?Why are you closing it now?

Wake up labor and capital—come—come—!

Lailai went to pick Sartu's eyelids, but Sartu just didn't open his eyes, his eyelids were stronger than Lailai's hands!

OK, you don't want to open it, do you?

The milk Lailai who was gnashing her teeth pulled the wet towel off the bastard master's head and slapped his face!

Still thinking that the towel was not wet enough, he sat down on Sartu's mouth, and poked Sartu's nose with two claws through the towel.

Offended Dad and still want to breathe?

To die! ! !

Behind the pillar: Seeing this scene, Mossa stopped and yelled that this is Xilik who assassinated Kuai escort, and laughed electronically.

@El: El gave a trilobite x1 to "Into the Sword of a Babylonian Tyrant".

@九兰呀: Jiuxiya gave the trilobite x1 to "The Sword of the Tyrant of Babylon". 】