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Fanwai 14 ([-]) I haven't seen you in [-] years, I miss you so much.

Thrall was looking at the information sent by his subordinates.

At this time, the tribe already had very primitive characters. Although there were not many characters, they could still express some information, but it took more effort to understand.

Usually at this time, his subordinates would not disturb him, perhaps because it was too late, his closest attendant, Nige, walked in quietly and asked in a low voice, "Master Chief, it's late at night."

"Yeah." Tribal candles are very precious, even though he is the chief, it's better not to waste them.

Check it out tomorrow morning.

Thrall waved his hand, indicating that it was time to clean up, and raised his hand to knead his brow.

"Master Chief," Nigga packed up his things and carefully served him, "Do you want to call a slave in to serve you today?"

"No." Sal squinted at him.Nigger talked a lot today.

"Uh... that's right." Nigg smiled, but he didn't look obsequious. He only made people feel naive, which made Sal like it even more. "One of the slaves sent last time is said to be the son of a nobleman of that clan, which is different from other slaves. You have been busy recently and haven't summoned a slave for a long time. Why don't you ask him to come in and have a look?"

Thrall knew in his heart that Nigger probably took advantage of someone, so he didn't point it out, and nodded without exception.

Nigg immediately bowed his body and retreated, going down to get ready.

Ning Luo was standing outside the house, and Nige next to him was talking about the rules, but he didn't seem to hear it, he just stared in the direction of the store door, his eyes seemed to be able to pass through that door until On the person inside.

The night wind suddenly picked up, making him shiver.

The collar of the clothes specially designed for slaves like him was open to the chest, and the hem could directly expose the thighs when the wind blew. It was as wide as a bathrobe, and it was much thinner than the bathrobe.

"Anyway, you must remember not to talk too much, have some eyesight, do what you want, and serve the chief, or I will follow the law." The boy reacted every time he saw him, and urged him impatiently. , "Hey, I said, did you hear me?"

"Huh? Oh, I heard." Ning Luo said perfunctorily.

"What did you hear?"

"Serve him well."

The boy rolled his eyes.This person will focus on the point.

"then you……"

"I'm going in." After Ning Luo finished speaking, he went straight to push the door open.

"Hey!" The boy stopped him for a while, and stomped his foot hard.

Open the door and enter into a hall, which is so empty that there is no one there, and it is so quiet that Ning Luo can hear his own heartbeat.

Behind a screen, there is a lot of light and shadow.

Ning Luo didn't dare to continue walking.

He suddenly became afraid.

After 14 years, what will he look like?Does he really not remember himself at all?So... has his appearance changed?Has your temper changed?Do you already have someone you like?

Most importantly: he, is he still?

Is it still the one he's been dreaming about day and night?

"Who?"

Perhaps it was the sound of one more person's breathing caught by Thrall, who had excellent hearing. He got up vigilantly, and Ning Luo heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed from inside.

"It's me." After speaking, Ning Luo felt that his throat was tight.

Unchanged.The man's voice and keen five senses have not changed at all.

Ning Luo regained his composure, and walked around the screen step by step.The dim candle light reflected on the face of the person on the bed, softening the serious face a little, as if an old friend came back through thousands of years.

Ning Luo stood five steps away from him and just looked at him, his eyes pressed on Thrall with substance.The candlelight reflected in his eyes, like the flame hidden in his eyes.

It was a wonderfully lingering gaze, full of surprise, bewilderment, and even a little bit of hatred and deeply buried desire.

It's like a traveler walking in the desert and suddenly sees an oasis.

Thrall was made uncomfortable by this aggressive gaze, he frowned, and said displeasedly, "Who allowed you to come in?"

"Huh?" Ning Luo was distracted and didn't hear clearly.

"Did Nigg not teach you? You are just a slave. When you see your master, you have to walk on your knees."

"Master... person?" Ning Luo blinked, his eyes instantly became ambiguous, wandered around the person, and finally stopped at a certain place on the lower body.

Thrall felt the heat of that gaze, and a kind of restlessness crawled numbly from his heart to his limbs.He turned around and put the knife into its sheath, heard the man approaching him, and suddenly sat down next to him, with his arms around his neck, and his chest pressed against his chest.

Familiar yet unfamiliar warmth came through the fabric of the clothes, and Salton froze for a moment, trying to break free subconsciously.

"Don't move." The arms were tighter, the slave's voice rang in his ears, and the head buried in the neck made him itchy.

Thrall opened his mouth, but he didn't reprimand the rude slave. Instead, he gradually relaxed his body, as if the body had become conscious and had been waiting for this hug for a long, long time.

After a long time, Thrall came to his senses, raised his hand to cover the slave's back, and wanted to wake him up, but the moment he felt the other person's body temperature, he suddenly changed his movement into a caress like coaxing a child, like a jerky comfort.

The body in his arms trembled slightly, and the shoulders of his clothes were warm and wet—he was crying.

It seemed that because he felt comforted by the other party, the slave cried even harder, his body trembled involuntarily, but he was so suppressed that he didn't make a sound.

I just hugged him tighter, as if I was afraid that he would disappear suddenly, but also as if I was confirming that he really existed.

"Fuck."

Thrall heard him curse under his breath.Thrall patted him on the back dissatisfied, as an education. "No dirty words allowed."

"Pfft." The slave suddenly laughed, straightened his arms around him, leaned back, and looked at him with a smile, "You care about me?"

Thrall said seriously, "You are my slave, of course I can control you."

Ning Luo suddenly remembered that Thrall had said similar things many years ago.

"You are my female."

The tip of his heart swept across like a tiger's tail, Ning Luo smiled slyly, lowered his voice almost seductively, "Then, as the master, do you want to exercise your rights?"

Thrall's breath was stagnant when he heard this, and he paused for two seconds. Then Ning Luo felt his world spinning for a while. When he came back to his senses, he had been pressed on the huge and soft bed, and his eyes were as deep as the night sky.

Ning Luo relaxed his body and tried his best to get close to the other party, not wanting to separate even an inch.

He really missed this temperature.

The movement of the person on the body was rough and unfamiliar, Ning Luo was still stimulated to tears, and climbed to the top with the movement of the person.

He forgot to say: "I haven't seen you in 14 years, I miss you so much."

But that doesn't matter.

All the differences in the world are not the most important, reunion is.

……

The next morning, when Ning Luo woke up, even the temperature beside the bed had dissipated.He stood up and wanted to get out of bed, but his waist softened and he fell back on the bed.

Ning Luo rubbed his waist, and cursed fiercely in his heart: I will never change my nature!

This person still likes to use backwards so much!

The author has something to say: To be continued