A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"thank"

He tilted his head and looked at Huimus. The remaining'thank' from Garran was choked in his throat, and he spit it out after a long choke.

"thank."

The last word, he said very reluctantly.

Garland said that he really didn't want to say thank you to this dead enemy who killed him four times-but after all, he helped him so hard that he didn't embarrass him in front of everyone, and he couldn't say it without saying thank you.

But after saying this "thank you", he was very upset.

So, naturally, his unpleasant mood appeared on his face.

Heimus looked at the child held by him with his lips curled up and did not answer him, but lowered his head and dangled his eyes. His long eyelashes were like butterfly wings and shivered, so the one that fell on his cheek The eyelash shadow also moved.

He looked up and rubbed the head of the child who seemed a little sad. Then, looked up.

The little fat man who stood on the steps and deliberately knocked Gallan down was a bit ugly. After he glanced at him, he turned his head, pedaled up the stairs, and ran into the hall.

Heimos looked away.

He came to Wangcheng by boat, and the speed was a bit slow. It was the latest group of people. He arrived here the day before yesterday morning.

He was not very clear about the situation here before, but now it seems that the child in his arms seems to be squeezed and bullied by other royal members because of the skin color.

He thought, no wonder the child now looks unhappy.

No, only you can make me depressed to this point.

If Gallan knew Heimus's thoughts at this moment, he would really like to say this.

But he didn't know, so he felt that he had touched his head again, so he looked up at Huimus.

Touch the head again, touch the head again--

Why does everyone seem to like to touch his head?

Because he is the shortest here?

So he didn't feel that Heimus was even more upset in comforting Gallan, and he stared at Heimus with his lips.

It's just that his eyes were big and round as a child, and now he looked at Huimus so much against the big white and tender face of the slap, and the fluffy pale blonde hair on the cheeks. He thought he was staring at people, but in the eyes of others, he looked at his small face with his eyes wide and how cute and cute.

Heimus, who felt the same way, couldn't help laughing, and touched his head again. I don’t know why. When I saw this child, I always felt like I saw the baby bird that had just been born and fell from the bird’s nest. When I saw this baby bird flapping on the ground, I was always at ease. No longer, so I couldn't help but want to pick up this little bird and take good care of it.

After he smiled for a while, he walked up the stairs holding Gallan.

As I walked, I still thought to myself that as a boy, this child is too light.

Garland was not happy to be held by Huimos. He felt ashamed as one thing, and he didn’t want to be too close to Huimos. But watching Huimos had begun to walk up the stairs, if he was now in trouble If you want to go to the ground, I'm afraid it will make Heimos unbalanced, and both will roll off the steps.

Therefore, in such a thought, he can only obediently let his dead enemy hug him up.

In order to prevent him from falling down deliberately, he hugged him tightly around his shoulders, in case he did, he could hang him on his neck anyway. ?

Everyday #There are always people who don’t, it’s Huimus always want to hurt me# series.

On the side of Huimus, I felt that the little arms of the child in his arms were tightly around his neck, like the look of being extremely attached to and trusting himself, making his heart softer. , Hold Gallan tighter.

He was an only child since childhood, and he was used to being alone. He had never experienced this feeling of being attached.

Huimus thought he didn't hate this feeling.

Everyday #The thinking of the two of them is always not in the same line# series.

Two people thinking about their own thoughts have completely forgotten a culprit who ran into the hall.

The little fat man standing at the door of the hall looked angrily at the two men walking towards him.

Seeing that Heymos didn't even look at him at all, and Gallan also completely ignored his appearance of treating him as air, and the fat man blocked it even more quickly, and he almost killed himself.

Yesterday, Gallan was holding a branch and pumped his **** and urinated. He felt that he was too faceless. He turned to and fro for most of the night, and he was thinking that he must revenge today. Otherwise, as soon as today passed, Garland returned and he had no chance of revenge.

So he took advantage of Gallan's carelessness and deliberately bumped into it, and wanted Gallan to make a big ugly face in front of everyone. He thought, how could Gallan's thin, soft, delicate and weak look compare to him?

He really knocked Galland down easily. Who knows that people are not as good as the sky, and just happened to come to Heimus-what is more unexpected is that this habitual solitary look The teenager who didn't get so close was actually catching Gallan, and even came in with Gallan in, and gritted his teeth at the little fat man who failed to succeed.

However, the little fat man was angry, and after watching the two go in, he followed with a swallow.

Although he likes to bully people and often provokes right and wrong, but his eyesight is always good, knowing who can provoke and who can't. The Huimos, who was two years older than him, came here only for two days, rarely contacted others, was not prominent, and showed no special places, but he had been classified as absolutely unforgivable. Within the category.

He couldn't explain the reason, only that it was an intuition.

His instinct told him that if he provokes this person, his end will be miserable.

Yesterday, the **** meat that was drawn out of the branches was still painful. The fat man stared at Gallan with his eyes while grinding his teeth, but Gallan did not notice his fierce eyes at all, even once. Did not look back at him.

The blond kid was obediently held by the dark-haired boy. The pale blonde hair fluttered and fluffed, shining in the sun like a circle of shimmer, and the small hands and feet were white like white clouds in the sky. .

After watching, the little fat man suffocated even more. He rubbed his aching little buttocks, and suddenly felt a little wronged.

qaq you play with that person, not with me.

I didn’t mean to deliberately bully you who made me talk to you, but you ignored me?

I just wanted to play with you from the beginning, but you ignored me for the first time. So I just want to teach you a little and let you play with me

Okay, I was overwhelmed by accident, but did you hit me?

Boom Boom Boom, my father has never hit me.

auzw.com I really just want to play with Gallan, the little fat guy is really wronged at the moment.

Embraced by his own dead enemy, it felt like the place he was touched was burned by fire. As soon as Gallan entered the hall, he could not wait to pull Heimus' clothes and wanted him to put him down.

Heimus naturally sensed his movements, looked down at him, Gallan looked up and looked at him, and continued to pull Heimus' clothes hard, struggling a bit, the meaning was obvious-let not You hugged me and let me go.

Although this may seem a bit like crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, Gallan can only hope that the farther he is from this person, the better. Naturally, he refuses to continue to follow Heimus. Anyway, after today, he will go his own way, there is no need to get together, he just asks this person to forget him by tomorrow, from then on you don’t know me, I don’t know you-best in this life Don't meet again!

Facing Gallan's behavior of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, Heimus glanced at him. Junxiu's face was unpleasant and he let go.

As soon as the teenager let go, the blond kid jumped off immediately, then turned around without a word of greeting, and ran away with his calf.

He didn't look back, how to look like a little conscience.

The young man stood on the spot and looked at the little figure who was running fast. After a while, he looked away and walked to the row of rectangular stone tables in the middle of the hall.

After throwing away Huimos, Garland avoided a crowded place, found a remote corner where no one was, and sat down. Then, it started to look at others.

The main hall is open, with huge columns supporting the arched top of the hall, paved with cool topaz-like stone slabs to form a flat floor. The whole hall is very empty, and 16 or seven children or teenagers are not crowded at all. There are two long rows of bluestone tables in the main hall. At this moment, most people are sitting there waiting for something.

Instead of sitting with the others at the bluestone table in the middle of the hall, Gallan sat on the fence on the edge of the hall. There was a circle of the same topaz on the edge of the hall. The floor of the hall was more than one meter higher than the ground, and it looked very high. He sat there, his hands pressed on both sides, his legs hanging, and boring in the air.

He looked up at the past with his head up, and he could vaguely see the outline of the grand palace in the distance.

The top of the sky was plated with pure gold, shining golden light in the sun, the brilliance, the magnificence, the magnificent and magnificent.

Looking at it, Gallan suddenly felt a little emotional.

He thought that in this life, he probably would never step into the gorgeous golden palace he was very familiar with.

That place where he was killed four times by that person.

So, this time, in order to survive, he must keep a distance from Huimus!

That’s right, it’s best not to take this city even further!

Just when Gallan thought so steadily, there was a commotion in the middle of the hall. He looked over there and saw a group of people coming from the door of the hall.

Leading is a tall man with long curly tan hair draped over broad shoulders, a dark brown skin symbolizing the status of superior nobility. His clothing is different from those behind him. A long dress hangs down from the ankle to the ankle, but the waist is entangled with a gold belt, wearing soft cloth shoes, and the head is not embroidered with gold and silver gems, but emerald green. Crown of leaves made of olive branches.

In his right hand, he held a silver scepter about as long as his arm. The top of the scepter was carved with a pattern of olive branches and leaves intertwined with the crown of his head, embedded with leaf-like emeralds.

Gallan looked at the tall man without expression.

He bit his lower lip hard, pressed his hand against the stone bench a little bit tightly, and pressed his finger firmly against the slate.

Xie Muer.

His teacher.

His instructor.

The person he once trusted most.

For him, there is a man like Yan Shiyan and his father.

Xie Muer is a priest who serves the sun **** Shamash.

This kingdom offers many gods and priests who serve the gods. Only the noble blood of the superior nobles and the royal family are eligible to serve as priests serving the gods. In the kingdom, these priests are equivalent to scholars with extremely high religious status.

The sun **** Shamash is also known as the judicial god, so his priest majored and controlled the laws of this country. The law of this country is determined by the king, and the priests of Samash control and enforce it. As a result, most of the priests of Shamash are serious, upright, abstinent, and inhuman. They advocate order, respect the law, and hate chaos.

Gallan's eyes were fixed on Xie Muer, who had stood still in the hall.

The man stood among the crowd, he was a priest and a knowledgeable scholar, but his body was not thin, and the whole person was extremely tall, with tight muscle outlines vaguely visible on his brown arm holding a scepter.

Garland still remembers it clearly.

In the first life of the rebirth, he was very impatient with this instructor who was strict with him and scolded him from time to time. This person gave him the feeling of being the director of his school, so he often worked against this person.

Later, once annoyed by the crowd, he stood alone in the garden. After standing for a while, he saw Xie Muer suddenly rushing towards himself.

The man rushed over so fast that he couldn't react at all.

He stayed in place, watched as Xie Muer rushed over, raised his scepter in his right hand and faced his head. No, he wiped his head with a roaring wind and slammed him hard. Photographed behind me.

Boom!

A dull sound like a watermelon smashed and smashed sounded.

Subconsciously, Gallan, who had turned the head of the scepter that had wiped his cheek, turned his head to cover his face, and he was splashed with blood.

I seem to see something terrible

Because after seeing too much **** and tragic pictures, Gallan, who started the self-protection system, lost his mind for a moment, and finally recovered his consciousness.

Then, he saw the assassin who was still twitching slightly under his feet, and the red, white and white of the place, the assassin's head like a smashed watermelon

Yes, his priest and scholar mentor Xie Muer raised his scepter and waved it, smashing the assassin's brain.

A head shot.

Xie Muer, who had been holding a scepter that never left his hand with one hand, weighed more than forty pounds.

Garland at the time: ""

From then on, he only had an expression in front of his violent mentor, Xiemuer, who could use his scepter to shoot his head.

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However, it was this person, his mentor, and the person he trusted most.

The time he was reborn for the third time, he betrayed him and cast him under the control of Huimus.