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The wind in summer nights is not very cool.

The fine evening wind hammers blew the tall palm trees, making a slight swishing sound.

Saixi Tours quickened his pace and quickly walked towards the Holy House. For some reason, there was always a vague uneasiness in his heart.

It was obvious that he had only left Nefertiti for a short time, but now he began to miss her. He wanted to return to Nefertiti immediately, but Kale let him go to the holy residence, and there must be very important things to discuss.

What happened at the Grand Ceremony of the Opate Festival today made Saixi Tours deeply realize that if he does not have the supreme right in his hands, there is no way to make the beloved one completely his own.

Even though he was not interested in the Pharaoh's throne, in order for Nefertiti to live in this beautiful land of the Nile without any worries, he must have some insight.

After thinking about this, Cecy Tours' gaze became more determined. He glanced back at the direction of the tent where Nefertiti was, took a deep breath, and accelerated his walking speed.

And on the other side...

inside the tent.

After Amenhotep IV finished that ambiguous sentence, he deliberately stretched out his teeth and bit Fu Zhenhong's earlobe lightly. Feeling the instantly stiff body of the envoy suppressed by him, the corners of his lips hooked slightly. The smile on his face grew stronger.

He held Fu Zhenhong's hands firmly, raised Fu Zhenhong's arm above his head, and pressed Fu Zhenhong's wrist with his warm and generous palm, so that Fu Zhenhong could no longer make unnecessary resistance.

Such a posture made Fu Zhenhong's body inevitably lean back a little because of the hands raised above her head, and her already flexible waist also bent back into a thin and attractive arc.

Amenhotep IV's other hand passed through Fu Zhenhong's lower back in such a natural way, and his fiery chest pressed up, touching Fu Zhenhong's chest intimately.

Through the cloth of the robe, Fu Zhenhong could clearly feel the muscles in Amenhotep IV's chest that rose and fell with breathing, and the muscles that were not overly stretched, and the smooth lines of the veins contained a kind of hot and hard power Feeling, beginning to show the maturity of men.

Amenhotep IV kissed again, his kiss came down from the center of Fu Zhenhong's eyebrows, his lips lightly brushed Fu Zhenhong's long eyelashes, and stayed under Fu Zhenhong's eyes Mole of tears.

This small and delicate red mole dotted Fu Zhenhong's eyes, adding a dangerous color of viciousness and depravity to his pure and ancient face.

Amenhotep IV couldn't help circling the red mole with the tip of his tongue. When the hot and humid body fluid fell on Fu Zhenhong's skin, for a moment, Fu Zhenhong felt as if she was Licked by a beast.

"Amenhotep!" Fu Zhenhong snapped, but instead of stopping Amenhotep IV's actions, he made the other party even more unscrupulous.

Amenhotep IV even deliberately made an extremely ambiguous kissing sound. He rolled his Adam's apple, and let out a deep sigh from his throat: "Nefrtiti, you look so beautiful when I bully you."

Fu Zhen was very angry, but soon calmed down.

It seems to be because the more he knows that he is like this, the more exciting it will be for Amenhotep IV.

He simply closed his beautifully shaped lips, not looking at Amenhotep IV.

But Amenhotep IV did not hold back because of Fu Zhenhong's attitude. Looking at him, a beauty like Nefertiti was extremely moving no matter what side she showed.

Indifferent, noble, and angry, each side was very novel to Amenhotep IV.Even knowing that Nefertiti may have chosen to completely ignore him at this moment, he still enjoys exploring the allure of Nefertiti's perfect body.

With the palm of his fiery palm separated by a layer of linen cloth, he followed the texture of the clothing to feel the outstanding demeanor under the robe.The warm, delicate and elastic touch made him unable to put it down.

His kiss fell again, but when his lips were about to reach Fu Zhenhong's collarbone, a sudden chill hit the back of his neck.

Amenhotep IV heard a hissing sound, which was the sound of a snake spitting out a message and an imminent attack.

Amenhotep IV glanced at Fu Zhenhong's hand, but the blood-red cobra that day was no longer there.

Amenhotep IV chuckled, "Almost forgot, Nefertiti, you are not a white rabbit who can do whatever you want, you are a snake, cold and heartless, with fangs sticking out."

"Release." Fu Zhenhong said coldly.

This time, Amenhotep IV obediently let go of Fu Zhenhong's hand, and then raised his arm, posing in a gesture of compromise.

But even with such an action of admitting defeat, Amenhotep IV still seemed to be able to do things with ease, and he did not show the slightest worry because of the danger at the back of his neck.

"Come." Fu Zhenhong said to the cobra.

The poisonous cobra slid past Amenhotep IV's neck, and finally came to Fu Zhenhong's wrist, bit the thin chain with his teeth, and rewound the snake's body around Fu Zhenhong's hand.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at Amenhotep IV.

Amenhotep IV raised his eyebrows, and took two steps back tactfully. He looked at Fu Zhen's red and beautiful face, and then at the cobra, and the heat in his heart did not fade away.

Beauty, poisonous snake, angel...

The fusion of this element in Nefertiti's body gave Amenhotep IV a sense of excitement as if his heart was trembling.

But he also knew that it was not suitable to continue to do more excessive things to Nefertiti tonight, but he thought of the soft and firm touch and the entanglement of lips and teeth that flowed from the tip of Nefertiti's tongue It's sweet, and I don't feel any regrets.

"Nefertiti, let's have a good talk." Amenhotep IV sat on a stool made of wood and ivory, his posture was lazy and casual, and he obviously didn't intend to just leave like this .

Fu Zhenhong ignored Amenhotep IV, he planned to leave after tidying up his robes, and when he passed by Amenhotep IV, Amenhotep IV got up and blocked his way.

"Nefertiti, be my partner." Compared with the somewhat strong obstruction of Amenhotep IV, when he said this sentence, his voice was much gentler.

He seemed to have regained the poise and elegance that a pharaoh should have. He just stared deeply at Fu Zhenhong with complete seriousness on his face.

There was no trace of distasteful frivolity and lust in his eyes.

It's as if he wasn't the one who did those things to Zhenhong not long ago.

Fu Zhenhong didn't even cast a glance at Amenhotep IV, and raised her foot to go around him.

"Neftiti," Amenhotep IV called out to him again when he saw this, "Sisi Tours is not suitable for you."

Whether it was out of selfishness or an objective evaluation, King Amenhotep IV didn't feel that Cecitours was suitable for Nefertiti.

Amenhotep IV would not be wrong, he could feel that Nefertiti was the type of person who was very eager for power.Even though Nefertiti's usual performance as an envoy of the gods did not reveal her ambitions, what she saw in the garden that night was enough for Amenhotep IV to be sure.

It's not that he thinks he's right.

Because this is a natural perception ability endowed to him by the sun god as Pharaoh, Amenhotep IV never questioned this.

What's more, this poisonous snake is the best proof.

Nefertiti is destined to be born for power.

He deserves to be supreme.

More importantly, Amenhotep IV clearly remembered that in the year he was just born, his mother found a traveling fortune teller.

The soothsayer told his mother that he was protected by the sun god, and in the future there would be a person who would share power and glory with him, and they would make a great change together.

When Amenhotep IV heard it from his mother, he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that it was just a lie fabricated by the fortune-teller to obtain supplies to please his mother.

But it wasn't until he saw Nefertiti that Amenhotep IV realized that the fortune-teller who convinced his mother might really have the ability to understand the realm of the gods.

Except for Nefertiti, the messenger of the gods, Amenhotep IV did not think that there was anyone else in the world who was qualified to share rights with him.

"You said Saixi Tours is not suitable for me?" Fu Zhenhong finally gave Amenhotep IV a look, but there was contempt and indifference in the look: "Do you think you are suitable?"

"Yes." Amenhotep IV replied, "No one is more suitable for you than me."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Fu Zhenhong could speak, another voice replaced Fu Zhenhong's words——

"Amenhotep IV, even if you are a pharaoh, you are not qualified to say such words."

There was a hint of obvious displeasure in the gentle voice, this was the voice of Secy Tours.

With the opening of the curtain of the tent, Saixi Tours walked in.There was fine sweat on his forehead, and his breathing was a little slow. It was obvious that he rushed over without stopping after leaving the holy residence.

He first glanced at Amenhotep IV coldly, then softened his eyes as much as possible, and looked at Fu Zhenhong.

However, when he saw the redness and swelling on Fu Zhenhong's lips, which was obviously caused by a hard kiss, he instantly understood what Amenhotep IV had done to Nefertiti during the time he was away. What.

The fire of anger was ignited in the body at this moment, and Saixi Tours's handsome and gentle face even appeared ferocious and distorted for a moment.

The hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, as if he was trying to suppress his anger, but the haze in his eyes quickly piled up.He turned sideways and shot straight at Amenhotep IV.

"What did you do to Nefertiti?" His voice was as cold as ice, and his face completely sank.

Amenhotep IV met Secythurs' gaze, and his gaze was full of sharpness and sharpness.The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he said slowly: "I did what you always wanted to do but didn't dare to do."