The Blood Hourglass

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Looking at Rite, who was lying on the bed without any consciousness, Satris' brows were tightly locked together, and Celia was obediently afraid to speak, after all, she had never seen such a miserable owner.

Esther didn't pay attention to these, and followed Master Farham to study various medical methods, which is her biggest hobby.

Will was thinking about himself, his face calm but absent-minded.

"Pharaoh! When will he wake up?" Satris has been watching him like this for several days, but nothing has changed.

"To be precise, the body can only wake up when it recovers." Farham is busy doing new experiments these days, because the experiment done when the princess was down has already failed, but he doesn't mind. Do it again in another way, he believes that one day, he will succeed.

"This..." Sartres looked up, but the other party didn't even lift his head, so he reluctantly retracted his gaze and continued to look at the person in the bed, "Rite! When do you want to sleep? Now night catcher But no one cares. If you sleep like this for ten and a half days, I cannot guarantee that the night catcher will still exist by then!"

"Satress-sama!" Outside the door, Slander rushed in and rushed straight towards Satris.

"What's so urgent?" Peace is always the norm in heaven, and angels never rush around in such anxiousness. So seeing such a Slander, Satris asked unhappily.

"Someone is here to report that the little princess went down to look for the princess, it seems..." Slander was a little embarrassed, not knowing whether to continue.

"What does it look like? Say!" For the little princess, Sartris knew clearly and was stubborn. Because he was the only child of the Lord God, his status was naturally different, so others generally let her be more. It contributed to the aura of her Princess.

"It seems to have been beaten." Slander replied.

"Have been beaten?" As a result, Sartres hadn't spoken yet, and Farham on the side looked up in surprise.

"Yes!" Slander nodded.

"What about the consequences?" Sartres smiled faintly. In fact, he was not worried about what the new princess would suffer, because in heaven, strength has always been used to speak, although there are some status differences. But now that the two of them are on the same line, who is afraid of whom?

"The little princess clamored to kill the princess!" Slander replied truthfully.

"Kill?" Falham looked at Satrese amusedly, "It looks like you are in trouble."

"What trouble do I have, you should be the one who will be in trouble!" At this moment, Sartres stretched his frown, restored the original gentle smile, stood up and retorted.

"How could it be me?" Farham objected, "I am not the servant of the princess."

"The princesses are competing. I am a servant, of course, it is not easy to intervene, but if one of them is injured, then how can you not trouble you Pharaoh! Maybe the Lord God will also urge you to heal. speed."

"You are so confident, this princess won't be hurt?" Although he asked, Farham knew how powerful this new princess was, maybe in this heaven, except for the Lord God Besides, the person who can compete with her is the one in front of her.

"I think this, Pharaoh, you should know better than me." Satris smiled confidently.

"Hahaha~" After speaking, both of them laughed.

"But..." But Slander was not here for this.

"Any other questions?" Sutheris heard Slander's anxiety.

"His Royal Highness has never been out of the house." Slander also heard the angel who delivered the food said, one day is nothing, two days is nothing, but three days, four days, five days, has not come out, and asked who The angel who delivered the food, she just said that Her Royal Highness has been sleeping, sleeping? As a reason not to go out for such a long time, it is worrying.

"Then what is she doing?" Sartres turned around nervously, staring at Slander in front of him like an aura.

"go to bed."

"Sleep?" Saferot questioned.

"Yes, the angel who sent the food said that His Royal Highness has been lying on the bed. Every time she brought food in, she just took it and drank it in one breath, and then let her leave without saying anything. I felt something was wrong, so I came to me, and I came to report to Lord Satrese." Slander made everything simple and clear.

"This..." Satrese looked at Falham.

"Maybe you should go and see!" Farham reminded.

"That... the blood coagulant really has expired?" Satris was a little suspicious.

"I can assure you of this." Farham put a kindly smile away and said seriously.

"Yeah." Before he could say anything, Satris was about to turn and leave.

"Ahem!" Suddenly, Rite on the bed coughed slightly and woke up.

"Rite? Are you awake?" Sartres couldn't help but turned around, sat down, and stared at the person on the bed. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the whiteness in front of him, "Here is..."

"Heaven. You have returned." Saterius replied.

"It's you... who brought me back?" Reiter supported and wanted to sit up from the bed, but although his body was not so weak, he sat up straight and looked around with the help of Sutters." It turned out to be Pharaoh!"

"Of course, you hurt like that. If it weren't for me, could you wake up?" Farham smiled at Ritter, "What do you think now? Does the wound still hurt?"

He pressed his head against his chest, feeling the slight changes there, and finally raised his head with a sunny smile, "It's okay."

"It's okay! Who is the other party that can hurt you like this?" Farham had the same thoughts as Esther at the beginning. The other party didn't want Ritter's life, otherwise...he would never live now.

"He..." Ritter's thoughts couldn't help showing his appearance, "Very special."

"Special?" Sartres repeated it somewhat puzzledly.

"Well, you can definitely become an angel, no! It is already, but he is different from ordinary angels." Rite said with a wry smile, the sun receded, actually melancholy.

"It turns out that it's because of this again, Reiter..." Sartres couldn't help being a little angry.

"You don't need to say, I know I'm naive, but..." Reiter said weakly, "But I..."

"No! What I want to say is why you should! You know that our angels are ruthless, the stronger the stronger, the more ruthless, and your mother is even more..." The word ruthless, Satreus still failed to say it. , Now Rite is seriously injured in bed, it is definitely not a good thing to irritate him too much, but Sartres really hates iron and steel.

"I know." Rui Feng said, "I understand everything you say, but..."

"But you still have illusions!"

"Fantasy? Yes, it's a fantasy. After so many years, my mother has never looked at me directly, let alone smiled at me like a real mother, cared about me. I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled! I must... Cough cough cough~" Reiter said too quickly, affecting the wound.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this now, you are so badly injured, don't think too much, quiet rest is the most important thing now." Satresi helped him lie down slowly "When the injury is healed, I will accompany you to bring that special guy back."

"You..." Reiter's eyes were full of surprise. After all, Satreus never approve of his practice, but what can he do? If not, why take the opportunity to see his mother once and he doesn't go. See her, then she might never come to see him.

The mother is strong, so she hopes that her child is also strong, but he... but he failed his mother and turned out to be a silver eye. This has created a gap between him and his mother. Insurmountable.

"Don't worry! Lord Kristel will be very satisfied if you can hurt you into such a strong man." Sateris smiled and comforted.

"Yeah." Reiter also bent his mouth.

"Okay! You rest here first, I have something to do, and I will see you later!" Sartres remembered about the Princess, so he had to leave quickly. After all, that is not something that can be left alone. If something really happened, it would be difficult for the Lord God to explain it.

"Yeah!" Reiter responded.

"Pharaoh, I'll leave him to you, please take care of him!" When Satris left, he did not forget to say hello to Farham.

"Don't worry! The patient was originally entrusted to the healer." Fallem responded with a kind smile.

"Yeah." Sartres also smiled, and took the others away, but Esther did not go. After all, she is now half of Farham's apprentice, and she has no special missions. They are staying here, not always following Sartres.

"Will! Do you really have any problems with Her Royal Highness?" After leaving the laboratory, the four of them headed to Her Royal Highness's cabin. Naturally Celia couldn't stop, and asked Will softly next to her. .

"If you have any questions, I'll know later." Will's answer was relatively calm, without personal feelings. In fact, he really didn't have the same opinion on this princess like Celia.

"Don't tell me! What's the big deal." Celia turned helplessly to the other side, but Slander had taken a step earlier and got closer to Sutters, so Celia couldn't help it. Pestered him.

"Huh!" Celia stuck out her tongue at him unhappily, and continued to guess there.

"You are waiting here." When he came to the courtyard of the cottage, Sartris stopped and ordered.

"Yes!" The three people behind them bowed their heads.

So Satris walked into the courtyard, and Celia looked inward with an unpleasant expression. Her curiosity at this time had doubled, and she wished she could go in with Lord Satris.

But the other party has already ordered, so he can only stand outside the courtyard gate so obediently, watching Sartres reach out and knock on the door, "Boom boom boom~"

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