How can a thousand crematoriums be enough?

"It's impossible!" O'Connor's eyes were tearing, "How could Carpenter be a Protoss!"

"You must have used some kind of trick, you must have intentionally poisoned that protoss to perjure yourself!"

Yu Mao was already half down on the ground, and didn't react too much when he heard this.He just slowly raised his head and looked at Arthur Ash, "Your Highness, I can only prove this. If you don't believe me, I... have no choice..."

Will His Highness believe it?

Yu Mao didn't think so.

Sure enough, Arthur Aishu didn't answer Yu Mao's words, and after signaling the others, including O'Connor, who was dissatisfied, to back down, he provoked another question, "What race are you? You said the Protoss because you wanted to Use your abilities, but the Protoss can't use your abilities, so why slaughter you?"

"...", Yu Mao narrowed his eyes, and the bloody scene that he had deliberately forgotten played back in his mind.The screams of the clansmen, the tearful exhortations of the parents, and the monstrous fire.

"Ha..." Yu Mao laughed abruptly, looking at Arthur Ash with a pair of big eyes, with deep pain inside, "Your Highness, I'm just a coward."

All the clansmen were dead, only he escaped under the protection of his parents.He kept saying that he wanted to avenge his clansmen, but he couldn't do anything until now.

He is not qualified to live at all, the one who should be burned to death in that fire is him!

"Your Highness." Yu Mao took a deep breath and spoke calmly, "I only hope that Your Highness can let me live until the Protoss is destroyed, and then no matter how I deal with it... I am willing."

Arthur Aishu choked for breath, for some reason, he felt very uncomfortable seeing such a calm Yu Mao.

"...As long as you explain everything clearly, I can release you immediately."

Yu Mao lowered his head, not happy with Arthur Aishu's words.

He should have died long ago, all his relatives were dead.He lived alone in this world, and he was useless except to bear endless guilt and self-blame every day.

It's just that the thought of wanting to see the enemy get retribution has been supporting him, so he didn't collapse on the day of the genocide.

This is not his home, and His Highness is not the light he should dream about.

Gritting his teeth, he stood up against the wall, stretched his scarred hand into his bosom, and took out a small box.Yu Mao held the box in both hands, and held it tremblingly in front of Arthur Aishu.

Arthur Aishu looked at the person in front of him with an almost imperceptible smile, and asked himself to accept the box with a sincere tone.

My heart suddenly flustered, and my breathing was out of rhythm.

He didn't understand what was going on with him, he only knew that he didn't like the way this little slave looked like at all.

He stuffed the box back without looking at it, "Okay, I won't ask you anymore, you can go back now."

In this way, he should return to his usual appearance, right?

"Your Highness, please accept it." Yu Mao opened the box directly, and inside was a very beautiful necklace.

Touching the necklace with nostalgia, Yu Mao put the necklace in Arthur Aishu's hand. "This necklace is the treasure of our family. It can absorb the breath of life and feed it back to the owner. Wearing it for a long time can prevent all poisons and speed up the healing of wounds."

Anyway, there will be no clansmen to guard this necklace in the future, so I simply gave it to His Highness in return for helping them avenge indirectly, and... for taking them in during this time.

Yu Mao pierced his heart and smeared the blood on the necklace.With the absorption of blood, the necklace emits a glittering watery light.Just standing by the side can feel a force repairing all the hidden wounds in the body, and even the mental fatigue has been relieved a lot.

A hand suddenly appeared on his chest, touching his heart with a cold temperature.Arthur Aishiu didn't move, and let Yu Mao's fingertips penetrate into the neckline, rubbing against his heart, with a disturbing itch.

Looking down at the pale and bloodless face, there was a little less agility, full of crumbling misery.

It was as if a stone had been blocked in his heart, and he couldn't breathe because he was so stuffy.

Annoyance gradually rose, why did this little slave act like this to him.

Grabbing Yu Mao's hand on his chest suddenly, he pressed down on those two lips in the next second.

Don't you like yourself, so can you be happy now?

With angry kisses falling heavily, Arthur Aishi nibbled on Yu Mao's lips that were slightly cool but still soft.The tip of the tongue pried open the teeth, forcing it to entangle with Yu Mao's tongue.

The slender fingers with well-articulated joints inserted into Yu Mao's scattered hair, and clasped the back of his head tightly.The other hand was still holding Yu Mao's wrist and pressed it firmly to his heart.

Arthur Aishu originally wanted to make this little slave stop keeping a straight face, but in the end, he himself was addicted to this kiss.

Breathing became hotter and hotter, Arthur Aishu snatched every trace of air from Yu Mao's mouth, wishing he could tear him apart and eat him right away.

"Well......"

Yu Mao began to have trouble breathing, and his face was blushed because of the lack of oxygen.Struggling hard to push Arthur Aishu away, but the remaining strength after losing too much blood is not as good as a child's.

The strength of the struggle gradually became weaker, and finally stopped moving, and let Arthur Ash move obediently.

Forget it, as long as His Highness is happy.Anyway, he doesn't have much time to stay, so let's be selfish for the last time...

After a long time, Arthur Ash let go of Yu Mao panting.His eyes were already darkened, but he still remembered the countless injuries on Yu Mao's body, so he didn't go any further.

"Your Highness..." Yu Mao lowered his head, Arthur Aishu couldn't see his expression.It's just that the hand climbed to the heart again, completing the unfinished drawing before.

A blue light flashed, and the mysterious rune disappeared from his heart.Arthur Ash felt a connection in an instant, a connection with that necklace.

"This necklace will belong to His Highness from now on." Yu Mao pursed her lips, her tone relieved, "It can be regarded as the last trace of our clan."

Arthur Aishu frowned, he always felt that Yu Mao's words were weird.It's not so much a gift, it's more like a deathbed confession.

He hugged him horizontally, "Go back first."

Yu Mao glanced at Arthur Aishu's face and smiled slightly, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Yu Mao was seriously injured this time, and fell into a coma not long after returning.Arthur Ash immediately called Rockefeller over.

"Your Highness, are you okay!" Rockefeller was hurriedly called, thinking that Arthur Ash was seriously injured.As a result, as soon as they came in, they saw their noble Highness the Demon King feeding a comatose little slave with water, which was called careful.

"..." Ouyou, this should be the poor little girl His Highness has taken a fancy to.

Rockefeller's curiosity could hardly be suppressed, and while feeling Yu Mao's pulse, he asked, "Your Highness, this is... your male favourite?"

Arthur Aishi was taken aback, and looked at Yu Mao.

Male favorite?

"No." Arthur Ash shook his head, "I will give him a position when he is healthy."

Rockefeller was surprised, he was actually reluctant to let the other party be his male favorite, and even gave him a position, he must like it very much.One must know that with the status of a slave, even if one climbed into the bed of the devil king, one would not be able to get on the stage. Being a male favorite is already pretty good.

Oh, it seems that their highness is really tempted.

Glancing at Yu Mao's face, Rockefeller nodded silently.Leaving aside the whip wounds, she is indeed exquisite and lovely, and indeed has capital.

"how?"

"Don't worry, Your Highness. It's just that he lost too much blood and his body is weak. He was whipped suddenly and couldn't hold it for a while. I'll prescribe more blood-enriching medicine, and then he can rest well."

Rockefeller said so, complaining again in his heart.Your Highness is too good at playing, to toss him like this, I don't know if this poor little man can stand it in the future.

Arthur Ash nodded, "Understood, you can leave after prescribing the medicine."

"Yes."

After the blood-enriching medicine was cooked, Arthur Aishu took it and let the servant who brought the medicine leave.Gently scooped up a spoonful of concoction with a spoon and fed it into Yumao's mouth.

"Ahem..." Yu Mao frowned subconsciously, her lips were reddened by the concoction.

Only then did Arthur Ash realize that the medicine was hot, and he blew on it before feeding the next spoonful.

"..." The action suddenly stopped, what is he doing?

It was ridiculous that he was serving a slave.

He was about to put down the bowl in his hand and let the servant come, but when his eyes fell on Yu Mao's pale face, he stopped again.

"Tsk!"

A quarter of an hour later, Arthur Aishu fed all the medicine into it.

No matter how he misunderstood the other party this time, he should take good care of him.Arthur Aishu glanced at Yu Mao again, thinking about it in his heart, he felt a lot better.

When this little slave wakes up, let him decide his status, and he will be very happy then.

When Arthur Aishu thought that this little slave would say words of gratitude with flushed cheeks, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up.Putting his hands behind his head as a pillow, he closed his eyes beside Yu Mao's bed.

It was already the next morning when Yu Mao woke up again.Sitting up gently from the bed, I found that my clothes had been changed, and the wound had been medicated, and the pain was no longer so hot.

Looking around in the faint morning light, his eyes fell to the side of the bed, and a familiar face came into his eyes.

Why is Your Highness here?

He got out of bed carefully, his steps were very light, and he didn't make any sound.Yu Mao pulled out a thin blanket from the cabinet, and gently covered Arthur Ash.

Seeing Arthur Aishu's frown slightly in his sleep, Yu Mao bit his lower lip, with self-blame in his eyes.

His Highness really worked too hard, not only had to personally lead the troops on the battlefield, but also wasted his mind on his affairs when he came back, and couldn't even get a good night's sleep.

He really is a waste, no matter where he goes, he can only drag his feet.

Really wish I could help.

Biting his fingertips, he dotted a drop of blood on the center of Arthur Ash's eyebrows. As the blood seeped in, the frowning eyebrows finally calmed down, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips gradually relaxed.

After struggling to move Arthur Aishu onto the bed, Yu Mao gently rolled the blanket, "Your Highness, sleep well."

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The author has something to say:

Yu Mao: Damn it, I'm still wounded, and I have to take care of you, a tall man, it's so annoying!

Arthur Ash: Baby is so sweet.