Moonlight Love Poem

Cyril could feel that he was being taken somewhere, the person leading him didn't say a word, his eyes were covered with a black cloth again, the fear of the unknown made him hesitate, and he didn't go any further.

The person walking with him noticed it, and said impatiently: "Hurry up and follow."

As if he was afraid of being discovered, he purposely squeezed his throat to speak, Cyril pursed his lips and hesitated, "Where are you taking me?"

"What does that have to do with you?" The other party laughed mockingly, and deliberately pulled the hands that bound his hands, "You can't even recognize your own brother, does it have anything to do with you knowing where the destination is?" ? Wouldn’t it be okay to follow along as before and be caught by us?”

Cyril felt a little embarrassed and turned her head away.

The other party muttered something again, but in a language he didn't know.

"Let's go." He pulled the rope and took a step forward, so Cyril had no choice but to continue walking with him. The wound that was cut by Ansair's sword before started to hurt again. He touched the wound with his thumb, But did not feel any blood flow.

I wonder if Brian and the others have found Ansair now?He thought wildly, and sent all his hopes to Ansair, who still hadn't known where he was.

If he wakes up, he will definitely come to save me.

I tore off my sleeves, and wrapped Xueyin's injured wings with the torn cloth strips.

Auston had already been supported by me to sit up. I didn't dare to let him lean against the wall, for fear that the hard stone bricks would press his injured wing, so I had to let him lean on my shoulder.

After wrapping Xue Yin, I carefully turned my head to look at Oston. His face was still pale, his eyelashes drooped meekly, and he half-opened his eyes to look at Xue Yin lying on my lap. A faint smile came out of his lips.

"It's much better," Alston whispered. "Thank you, Ansair."

My heart seemed to be pinched gently by him, and I felt a little pain.I lowered my eyes and inevitably saw his injured wings and body. The black clothes couldn't stop the blood oozing from the wound. In just a few minutes, most of my white clothes were stained red. Very shocking.

"Auston," I said softly, "I'll help you bandage the wound, you're bleeding too badly now."

Auston responded softly, then whispered: "Use my clothes."

Where else could his clothes be used?When I lifted him up, I could already feel the wet touch of blood.The sourness came back to me again, and I shook my head, ripped my own sleeve, tore it into neat strips, and put it aside, trying to untie Auston's clothes.

"...I'll do it myself." Alston refused my action, and silently unbuttoned his clothes. The black coat should have been white clothes, but the blood stained a large area of ​​white clothes. , he paused, and looked up at me, as if hesitating whether to untie it.

I knew what he was thinking, and once the last button was undone, the worst part of his injury would be exposed in front of me.I blinked quickly, forced a smile and said, "Are you embarrassed?"

Alston lowered his eyes, shook his head, and unbuttoned the last button.

The crimson red hurt my eyes, I lowered my head and turned to look for the cloth strips that were put aside, I was afraid that if I continued to look at it like this, I would not be able to restrain myself.

I took a deep breath, picked up the cloth strips and lifted up Oston's clothes, the torn wound came into my eyes, and the flesh around the edge was covered with abnormal powder.

"...it might hurt," I wrapped the cloth around my hands, not daring to look into Auston's eyes, "if it hurts you, tell me."

Auston responded, and I wrapped the cloth strip as gently as possible. During the second wrap, Auston's hand fell to my forehead.

My movements paused, thinking that he felt a strong pain, I raised my eyes to look at him.

Auston's thumb brushes gently across my browbones, as if erasing something.

"...my blood is on you," he said.

I felt a lump in my throat and wanted to say something promising, but couldn't get anything out, just nodded and got back into the bandaging.

Cyril was pushed down on the sofa. He wanted to stand up at first, but he was stunned when he heard the voice of the person opposite. The other person gently untied the cloth covering his eyes. A strange face appeared in front of him.

"Long time no see," the other party said with a smile, "Your Excellency Cyril."

Cyril felt that his throat was a little dry, his eyes fell on the room, and his heart was lifted by the dilapidated scene, the other party's hand was on his shoulder, and there was some apology in his voice: "I'm sorry, because If I want to ask you to do something, I can only invite you here in this way. My attendants didn’t hurt you, did they?”

There was complete worry on his face, and Cyril followed his gaze to look at the attendant, only to realize that he also knew this person.

"...It's okay." Cyril sat awkwardly. Even if he was not smart, he knew that seeing Archibald at this time did not mean anything good. "I have nothing to help you... let me go back Bar."

Archibald looked at him with interest, and said slowly: "No, sir, you are of great use to me, you don't need to do anything, you just need to follow me out for a walk."

Cyril felt that this was not a good place, so he shook his head again, and said politely, "I'm not of much use."

The attendant standing over there drew out his sword, and he said coldly, "Your Highness, let me do it."

Archibald glanced at him indifferently, then turned his gaze to Cyril again, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

"It's okay." He looked in the direction of the window, and the ruins outside the window came into his eyes. "Ansair will always care about you."

"Luke, go and spread the news. Just say that Cyril is in my hands. If he doesn't come, I will kill his brother."

Cyril's eyes widened in horror, and he looked at the gentle crown prince in disbelief.The other party's expression was as gentle as ever, but he felt that the other party looked like a devil instigating war.

The servant took his orders and left, leaving him and Archibald alone in the room.

His throat seemed to be locked, and he just looked at Archibald with his eyes open.It wasn't until this moment that he realized that there was a line of blood on the other party's neck, and there were also blood-stained marks on the collar. It was a wound that would be fatal if he used more force.

Sensing the other party's gaze, Archibald turned his attention back to Cyril, and smiled slightly at him: "It was left by Ansair, if he had more strength, I would Die here."

Cyril looked at him in astonishment, his voice trembling: "So...you, are you going to catch him...and kill him?!"

He watched the other person's expression change, and finally stayed on a happy expression.

"Yes," the other party smiled, "I will kill the former him, and then create my own Ansair. In a sense, you are right."

Just when Cyril was shocked by his words, the other party walked towards him and walked behind him.

His hands pressed down on his shoulders, softly but without losing strength.

"I want to know about Ansair," Archibald's voice sounded above his head, with a slightly prolonged tail, the voice appeared lazy, "Tell me everything, if you want to live. "

I wrapped up the last wound on Auston's body and tied it. I couldn't do anything to his wings. Fortunately, his wings are no longer bleeding, which is good news.

I have torn off all my coat to make bandages, and now I only wear close-fitting underwear. Looking at the small wounds on his hands, I wanted to tear off the sleeves and bandage him, but Auston stopped me , he shook his head and said in a low voice: "No need, if this continues, you will have no clothes to wear."

I smiled, and wanted to say something casually to make him relax, but a familiar voice suddenly reached my ears, and I turned my head suddenly, looking at the thing that appeared in midair.

The man was standing on top of the tallest building, about two stories high.In his hand, he held something that was shining brightly, which was an memory crystal.

The memory of the memory crystal was projected into the air, and the person above made me widen my eyes, and Oston beside me also moved.

The elder brother was blindfolded and his hands were tied. He sat crookedly on a carriage, as if he had been beaten unconscious.

The memory disappeared here, and Luke, the attendant holding the things, said loudly: "If the Duke of Rose doesn't want this person to die, go back to the place where you escaped. His Highness said that he can temporarily not embarrass your brother, but If he still doesn't see you after 10 minutes, he will have to let Sir Xiril sleep here forever!"

After he finished speaking, he jumped down the stairs, and after a while, he appeared on another building, repeating the actions and words just now.

The memory in his hands does not seem to be fake, and Archibald is indeed that kind of person.But now that Auston can't move because of my injury, how can I just leave him and leave like this?

I closed my eyes, and the sudden anxiety made me not know what to do. I wanted to calm down, but I was even more anxious. I wished that there would be two of me, one to save my brother, and the other to send Auston and the others out.

"I'll go." Alston said, "I'll save Cyril."

After finishing speaking, he put his hands on my shoulders and stood up sluggishly.I took his hand and smiled slightly at him.

"No need," I said softly, "Your condition is not good, I will find another way, thank you."

Alston looked down at me, I shook my head firmly again, he had to sit down again, blood oozes from his hair again, I reached out to wipe the blood away, and wiped it on my clothes.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just lean on me." I turned my face to look at his wound, but my cheek just brushed against his lips, and the soft touch flashed across my side of my face. I was stunned, looking at Ao Stone's face.

He looked at me, his icy blue eyes flickered, and he leaned over and touched my cheek lightly.

His movements are soft and quick, like a butterfly resting on a flower.