A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In the moonlit night sky, fine silver light scattered the brilliance of the ground.

Even the creek surrounding the attic in the air is covered with a layer of light silver light, like moonlight flowing in the stream.

Smelling drunk, everyone in the banquet looked confused.

Perhaps because he drank a little too much wine tonight, Garlan felt that his cheeks were also slightly hot.

A little hot.

As he thought about it, looking at the scenes of people drinking wine all around him, he suddenly felt a little bored.

So, while everyone was not paying attention, he told the maid who was accompanying him, and he left the banquet, intending to go to a place with few people to get some air.

However, Garlan didn't notice.When he got up and left quietly, Heymos, who had been looking at him from the corner of his eye, was silent for a while, and ended the conversation with a general who also returned from the Northern Army.

He raised his head and drank a glass of wine, and knocked the glass on the table with a snap.

Because of too much force, the jade wine glass cracked with a crack, and stood pitifully on the table, as if it would be completely cracked anytime, anywhere.

And its owner had already got up and left the banquet hall.

Half of this air attic is suspended in the air, exposed to the starry sky, and the other half is in the shape of an inclined ladder, with first-level buildings stacked on top of each other, overlapping upwards.

All kinds of rare trees and flowers are mixed in it, and after ingenious coordination, it looks like a three-dimensional garden at first glance.

Garlan walked up the blue stone steps, passing the emerald green trees on both sides.

Occasionally, there will be a small stream flowing down the other side of the stone wall.

Layers of gazebos and palaces were left behind by him as he walked, and the cool night wind blew over, stirring up the boy's blond hair that looked brighter and brighter in the dark night.

He didn't choose a place deliberately, but just walked up the steps at will.

There were many forks in the stone steps along the way, and he chose one at random.

He stopped occasionally, and when he looked back, he was already standing in mid-air. When he looked down, he could see that the huge platform below was brightly lit. The banquet was still going on, and it looked much smaller. People come and go on it.

At the end of the stone steps, he was already standing in one of the several lofts at the highest point of the sky loft.

It was a small building, made of snow-white stones, with winding patterns and exquisite carvings on the hollows.A white stone platform hangs in the air and extends outward.

Standing here, looking around, you can have a panoramic view of the whole majestic palace.

Even in the small half of the royal city, among the countless houses, the sporadic light spots are like the stars in the night sky.

Looking down at the ground below, Garlan let out a long breath.

The cool night wind passed over his slightly hot cheeks, and the coolness penetrated into the hot skin, and the feeling of emptiness in front of him made him feel a lot more comfortable.

Looking down at the endless land, it seemed that his chest also opened up.

The boy sat on the black and blue stone bench in this small attic, blowing the wind comfortably, looking at the earth.

Looking at it, before he knew it, he slowly lay down on the cold stone table and fell asleep in a daze.

……

………………

Light rain fell from the night sky and hit the bushes with a rustling sound.

Late at night, rainy night, there is no moonlight or starlight, but the lights are bright.

The lights hanging on the stone pillars on both sides illuminate this rainy night.

The winding stone steps seem to have no end in sight.

He staggered up, and the warm liquid dripped from his forehead, adding a touch of red to the corners of his eyes.

He was breathing rapidly, and his breathless chest seemed to explode anytime and anywhere.

The lungs were convulsing, and the pain was too great to breathe.

The fine rain hit his head, making the golden forehead hair wet against his pale cheeks.

His lips were as pale as his complexion, too cold to have any warmth.

So cold.

he thinks.

I was cold and tired, and my limbs were as heavy as stones, and it was extremely heavy to move.

The heavy panting made his lungs feel like they were about to burst.

He really wanted to stop like this, lie down directly on the wet stone steps, have a good rest, and never move again.

However, it cannot be stopped.

Can't stop.

……quick……

... ... run away ...

Climbing up staggeringly, suddenly, the upward winding stone steps came to an end.

Already at the highest point, in front of you is a palace attic protruding outward.

In the dark night, the snow-colored attic was dazzlingly white at this moment, just like his extremely pale face reflected in the light.

There is no way.

He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the snow-white building.

My mind is blank.

Clap, that was the sound of the long sword in his hand falling on the stone floor.

This time, it's over.

He walked into the attic in a daze, and stood on the white stone platform extending outward, looking down at the majestic palace below.

In the dark night, through the hazy rain, he could only see the dots of lights shining on the ground.

He stood here, looking down at the earth, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The cold, fine rain fell on his pale face and slid down his side cheeks.

Like the tear stains from the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly, a heavy footstep sounded behind him.

He turned back sharply.

And the moment he turned his head, a big brown hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his throat.

Take a breath.

The black hair that had been wet by the rain was sticking wetly to the brown forehead, and the drops of water seeping from the tip of the hair dripped down the straight tip of the nose.

The golden-red eyes under the black hair stared straight at him.

The slender young man looked at him with a fierce look in his eyes, like a hungry wolf who would prey on anyone.

Even in the rain, there seemed to be hot flames burning in those cold pupils.

Those eyes, one glance makes one's heart skip a beat.

The fingers pinching his throat tightened little by little.

He couldn't breathe.

The painful suffocation made his pale face turn red little by little.

The hand pinched his throat and lifted it up slowly.

He tried his best to stand on tiptoe, supporting his body gradually leaving the ground.

However, with that arm raised, his feet were forced off the ground.

The black-haired young man grabbed his throat with his right hand and lifted him up high.

His hands desperately grabbed the opponent's wrist, but he was so exhausted that he couldn't make the opponent feel any threat at all.

The man was like this, holding him up and taking a few steps forward.

His eyes widened suddenly, and the fingers holding the opponent's wrist trembled violently.

The man took a few steps forward and stood on the edge of the white stone platform that extended outwards.

And he was held by that person's throat, and his whole body was suspended outside the platform like this.

There was nothing underfoot, nothing.

His face was flushed due to lack of oxygen, and he opened his lips, trying to say something, but his throat was strangled so badly that he couldn't make any sound.

The strong wind passed by, and his suspended body was slightly shaken in the air by the wind.

Below his feet is the sky.

If you fall, you will be smashed to pieces.

The fear of falling from a height at any time made his mind go blank at this moment, he couldn't think of anything, he just stared blankly at the person who lifted himself out of the platform.

His pupils trembled violently with fear at this moment.

And there was nothing but coldness in the golden red eyes that were staring at him.

Then, the hand holding his neck loosened.

He fell from a height.

The wind whistled past his ears.

He reached out, but couldn't catch anything.

The fine raindrops wet his face and blurred his eyes. The only thing he could see clearly was the cold and unwavering eyes of the person standing on the platform looking down at him.

Incomparably terrifying eyes.

He closed his eyes.

The next moment, there was a dull bang, and his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness amidst the severe pain of his entire body being shattered.

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The night sky that was still clear just now suddenly began to drizzle. When Heymos followed Garlan's footsteps to the highest attic, what he saw was the stone table lying in the open attic. Garland on the

In Baishi's attic, the boy was lying on the black and blue stone table, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The bright blond hair that seemed to be shining against the light was scattered on the dark stone table, and occasionally a breeze blew through, blowing a strand of gold and brushing across the boy's cheeks.

It was raining, and there was a bit of coolness in the air. Heymos pulled off the dark cloak behind him, and put it on Garlan, who was lying soundly sleeping there.

Then, he sat down on the stone bench next to him.

At this moment, his gaze was almost straightforward, greedily looking at the face of the sleeping teenager.

A strand of blond hair was blown by the wind and fell from the tip of Garlan's nose.

Heymos subconsciously stretched out his hand, picked up the gold thread with his fingertips, and put it behind his fair ear.

And after that, he never retracted his hand, and gently stroked the young man's slightly drunk and flushed cheek.

Then, move down a little bit.

In the end, those four slender fingers with well-defined joints rested lightly on the side of Garlan's neck, while his thumb pressed against his slightly parted lips.

The slightly callused and slightly rough fingertips gently stroked the soft lips, once, again, until the lips turned slightly red.

Just leaning over and bowing your head slightly, you can kiss the boy's soft lips.

But Heymos didn't move, even though his eyes were full of longing, he didn't do it.When Garlan knew nothing about it, his character made him disdain to do such a thing.

So, he just gently stroked Garlan's lips, patiently waiting for Garlan to wake up.

Wolves have infinite patience when lying in wait for their prey.

In order not to scare away its prey, it will lurk in the dark jungle and wait for a long, long time.

…………

Not long after, the boy's eyelashes moved slightly, and then he opened his eyes.

Blink.

Saw Heymos.

Blinked again.

Those eyes suddenly opened wide, Garlan got up and stood up, as if he had been greatly frightened, he took two steps back, almost backing to the protruding platform.

The cloak that was draped over him fell to the bottom of the stone bench with a snap.

Heymos? !

After finally struggling to wake up from the nightmare of the previous life, Garlan had not had time to breathe a sigh of relief when he opened his eyes and saw the familiar face that was still in the dream appearing in front of him.

He jumped up in fright.

At that moment, Garlan felt that his heart was about to burst out of his chest.

He stood stiffly in place and looked around, the familiar scenery made his pupils constrict violently.

I was a little drunk and didn't pay attention when I walked up, but now that I woke up, I realized it.

This place, this place, and the late night with sparse drizzle...

This extremely familiar yet frightening scene...

……

Unknowingly, he walked to the place where the second world was killed by Heymos!

And just now, why did Heymos put his hand on his neck when he woke up?

That movement, that gesture, as long as the fingers tightened, Heymos' hand could grab his throat.

Just like in a dream.

Garlan glanced back. He was standing on the protruding platform, and he took a few steps back. Below him was the sky.

Glancing at Heymos again, standing in front of him, those golden-red eyes that almost coincided with those in the dream stared at him without blinking.

Garlan, who was beating his heart in a panic, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he felt his legs were a little weak...