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Fu Zhenhong was slightly taken aback, her body tensed up because of the opponent's small movements on her abdomen.He could feel the warmth of the opponent's palm against his skin, and he could even more clearly feel the well-proportioned but not overly stretched muscle texture of the chest against the back.

The somewhat stiff instinctive reaction of Fu Zhenhong's body obviously pleased the person behind him, who folded his arms and hugged Fu Zhenhong more intimately.

"Who are you?" Fu Zhenhong asked, but there was no panic in his voice, he had already guessed the identity of the person behind him.

Hearing Fu Zhenhong's question, the person behind him did not answer immediately, but put his chin on Fu Zhenhong's right shoulder, then turned his cheek, and put his hot and soft lips on the side of Fu Zhenhong's neck Rubbing gently and slowly: "You already know, don't you?" He replied with a deep and powerful voice.

When he said this, all the hot air flowing from his lips and teeth sprayed onto Fu Zhenhong's neck, causing Fu Zhenhong to tremble physiologically.

Fu Zhenhong's eyes slanted slightly, and from the stone bricks inlaid with silver foil on the side of the statue of the holy sheep, he saw the half face of the person behind him and the dazzling gold hanging on the earlobe like a vulture's head.

In fact, as early as the moment the black shadow flashed behind him, Fu Zhenhong saw the golden color on the man's earlobe that flashed in the dark from the mirror-like stone bricks.

"Amenhotep IV." Fu Zhenhong read out the name of the person behind her with a calm tone and did not use relevant honorifics.

Amenhotep IV, who was directly identified, was not displeased because Fu Zhenhong spoke in an ordinary tone.

In his opinion, Nefertiti deserves to be pampered, no matter what level of status he is as a messenger of God, or his attractive beauty.

"Neftiti." Amenhotep IV slowly pronounced the name in Fu Zhenhong's ear. He wanted to see this always indifferent God make His Excellency reveal more richness through such ambiguous intimacy. A change in expression or a change in the body.

But his thoughts and expectations were doomed to fail.

Fu Zhenhong didn't show any shyness or embarrassment, instead she lowered her eyebrows and said calmly: "I am the messenger of God and your brother's companion, Amenhotep, pay attention to your identity. "

"My identity?" Amenhotep IV chuckled: "There is no Amenhotep IV here, only an ordinary person who is interested in Nefertiti."

Although he said so, Amenhotep IV still let go of his arm and lifted the restraint against Zhenhong.

He took a step back, giving Fu Zhenhong enough room to turn around.

Even if he wants to get Nefertiti, but the other party is the messenger of God, just for this alone, Amenhotep will give Nefertiti the corresponding respect.

Fu Zhenhong turned around and slightly raised her eyes to look at Amenhotep IV who should have left the Temple of Amon.

The large round stone pillars carved with reliefs and the rows of statues of holy sheep covered a large part of the moonlight. Without candlelight, Fu Zhenhong could only see Amenhotep's face from the faint halo. The outline and the slightly raised corners of the lips.

Even in this somewhat dark environment, Amenhotep IV still gives people a strong sense of presence. His sharp and profound facial features have lost a kind of domineering attack power under this dark night, and have a little more Awe-inspiring and lonely.

"Neftiti," Amenhotep IV called Fu Zhenhong's name, with a kind of temptation in his voice, "As a messenger of God, you deserve far more glory and status than this."

Fu Zhenhong said, "What do you want to say?"

Amenhotep IV laughed softly. He raised his hand and tapped his wrist, and said inexplicably, "I saw it, in the garden."

Fu Zhenhong was silent.

Amenhotep IV's simple sentence not only pointed out that the person standing in the darkness in the garden was him, but also pointed out the whole process when he saw the red cobra being subdued by Fu Zhenhong.

The snake was a symbol of power and kingship in Egypt.

It is also the protector of Pharaoh.

Among them, the red cobra is a rare species. Such a cobra will instinctively chase those who yearn for power and power in their hearts.

"Nefertiti, my dear envoy, you and Sisi Tours are partners, and your ambition will never surpass the royal power." Amenhotep IV stared closely at Fu Zhenhong's eyes , the pupils tempered with a layer of gold in the pitch black emerged with a sharpness that seemed to be able to see everything.

But his tone was extremely gentle, and he even raised his hand lovingly, wanting to put Fu Zhenhong's hair on the temples that was blown by the fine night wind behind his ears.

However, his fingertips had just touched these strands of blond hair exuding a faint fragrance, and in the next second, he was avoided by Fu Zhenhong's head tilting.

Nefertiti's soft and smooth hair slipped from his fingertips. This fleeting light touch, accompanied by the departure of the fragrance, made Amenhotep IV feel a vague sense of loss.

I want to wrap this strand of hair around my fingertips and play with it.

I want to hug the person in front of me.

Want to...get this guy.

Amenhotep IV's eyes darkened a bit, and there was a touch of heat in his eyes looking at Fu Zhenhong.

"Nefertiti, you are not someone who will be content with the status quo." Amenhotep IV said very firmly.

"So what?" Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids, and replied unhurriedly: "Saixi Tours is more important than others in my heart."

"That sounds really enviable," Amenhotep IV narrowed his eyes dangerously. Fu Zhenhong's words obviously brought back bad memories for him.

He thought of the hands that Nefertiti and Sisi Tours held each other in the main hall of the temple, and the smile on his face faded: "Do you like him? Nefertiti, you like Sisi Tours?"

"He likes me." Fu Zhenhong did not answer Amenhotep IV's question directly.

Amenhotep IV said: "I like you too."

Fu Zhenhong shook her head, "What you like is my identity as an angel."

"I don't deny that there is a reason for this, but, Nefertiti, you should know best that your own charm is far more attractive than your status as an envoy of God."

"So?" Fu Zhenhong's tone showed a little impatience: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Think about me, Nefertiti." Amenhotep IV replied, "I am more suitable for you than Situs."

Fu Zhenhong didn't reply, she glanced at him indifferently, and then turned sideways to leave.

This silent refusal made the young Pharaoh raise his eyebrows, and he took Fu Zhenhong's hand without thinking too much.

Fu Zhenhong turned her head, her tone was a bit cold: "Let go."

Facing Fu Zhenhong's gaze, Amenhotep IV blinked his eyelashes lightly, and let go of Fu Zhenhong's hand before Fu Zhenhong could speak again.

However, while withdrawing his hand, he also directly took off the bracelet on Fu Zhenhong's wrist which was put on by Saixi Tours himself.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong moved her lips, and just as she was about to speak, there was a rush of footsteps not far away.

"Nefertiti." Fu Zhenhong heard a familiar voice.

It was the voice of Secy Tours.

Amenhotep IV naturally heard it too. He said to Zhenhong with some regrets, "Goodbye." Walking towards Dashimen, he didn't seem to be worried that Saixi Tours knew that as a pharaoh, he had met with the envoy in private, or that he had deliberately let Saixi Tours discover him.

Fu Zhenhong ignored Amenhotep IV, but looked at the source of the voice.

Just at this time, Secy Tours also just came out from the corner.

Ten seconds later, Saixi Tours walked in front of Fu Zhenhong.He first glanced at Fu Zhenhong, and then at the direction Amenhotep IV left. The familiar back made Saixi Turs's handsome brow slightly frowned.

"That person just now was Amenhotep?" Saixi Tours asked Fu Zhenhong with some uncertainty.

"Yes." Fu Zhenhong didn't hide anything.

"What does he want you for?" Saixi Tours almost blurted out.

After finishing speaking, he quickly realized that his tone and words seemed a bit too assertive and serious, and then softened his tone and said softly: "I'm sorry Nefertiti, I didn't mean to ask questions, but I was just too nervous."

"Why are you nervous?" Fu Zhenhong chuckled.

Saixi Tours said what was in his heart: "I'm nervous that he will take you from me."

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong raised her hand, gently stroked Saixi Tours's cheek, and asked back, "Will you let him take me away?" A magical power that can guide the heart and soul.

Saixi Tours stroked the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand, the soft and delicate touch and the whispered words instantly soothed the uneasiness in his heart.

"No." His tone was firm, and there was even a hint of murderous intent that he hadn't noticed in his always gentle voice: "I will never allow it, Nefertiti, no one can get you out of here." Take it with me, not even Pharaoh Amenhotep."

"Yeah." Fu Zhenhong smiled softly, "Let's go, let's go out together."

"Okay." Saixi Tours also smiled, took Fu Zhenhong's hand and walked towards the gate of the temple.

Neither mentions Amenhotep IV again.

At this time, Pharaoh Amenhotep IV was sitting in the carriage, lowering his eyes, looking at the gold bracelet in his hand that was taken from Fu Zhenhong's wrist.

The workmanship of this gold bracelet is very exquisite, with exquisite snake-shaped totems carved on it, two lotus flowers blooming side by side at the hook feet, and a string of characters printed on the center of the inner buckle———The most beautiful person is already advent.

It's Nefertiti's name.

It can be seen that the person who made this gold bracelet put his heart into it.

But after thinking that the maker was Sisi Tours, Amenhotep IV sneered, and when he got off the carriage and got on the water boat, he directly gave this piece which represented Sisi Tours' affection for Nefertiti. His gold bracelet was thrown into the flooded river.

As evidenced by the Nile, he will definitely not make Nefertiti and Secytus a partner.

Whether it is because of weakening the expansion of the priest class headed by Kale, or because of his own selfishness.