Chapter 110 What? Not so harmonious?

No matter how confused I am, I am already taking steps backwards.

Just kidding, even if it could grow back, he would never wait to be "slaughtered by others".

Iris raised an eyebrow and smiled evilly: "If you dare to go out, I will really cut it off."

He extended his hand, motioning for someone to come over.

At this moment, Tu Xing felt the rising heat, so if it didn’t refer to “cutting off”, then what did it mean?

He looked at the hand with an embarrassed face. It was really unbearable that there were so many tricks in the world when he first got involved in it.

The golden man came and carried the person on his shoulders without hesitation.

Tu Xing struggled a little, but the moment he was grabbed, he suddenly lost his strength.

Iris was familiar with every part of his body and could easily ignite it just by touching it.

Everything is pretty much the same as usual.

Just when Tu Xing was letting down his guard, the feeling of freedom was suddenly blocked, and the force was irresistible?!

At the critical moment, the young man suddenly exerted force with his hands, trying to pull away the arm that was one size bigger than his.

The voice was unusually panicked, trembling: "Your Majesty——"

His eyes were bright and fiery, it turned out that he was waiting for him here!

Iris approached with an oppressive look on her face. "Bear with me this time. I'll take you to the treasury tomorrow to select items."

Tu Xing frowned, "Your Majesty, this was already agreed upon, but because of the delay in today's negotiations, I didn't think of it for a moment."

Iris: "Hmm? Then continue to forget."

Within a few words, Tu Xing's forehead was sweating uncontrollably. He exerted force with his hands again, "Your Majesty!"

He began to struggle with all his might, but just a moment later, an irresistible force forced him back into place, even stronger.

Tu Xing almost couldn't catch his breath and was about to curse when the grip suddenly loosened.

...cover your eyes with one hand.

I don’t know how much time passed, I just curled up in the corner silently.

…

The next morning, Tu Xing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the remaining feeling told him how "turbulent" last night was.

My body felt hollowed out and my waist was aching.

Tu Xing sighed softly and tried to sit up, "I really can't take it anymore. I need to find a way to leave the palace."

The atmosphere was inexplicably heavy.

His heart trembled, and he tilted his head as if aware of something.

A certain culprit was looking at him with a dangerous expression: "Where are you going?"

Tu Xing: “…”

In the past, he usually left long ago. What happened today?

Tu Xing cleared his throat and was about to make a sophistry, but just this action made his throat dry and stinging.

As a result, the few guilty consciences that remained disappeared instantly.

He said confidently, "You're going too far. This will affect my activities and will break down."

Iris's sitting posture was originally very restrained, but when she said the last sentence, a hint of evil amusement suddenly appeared on her face.

Tu Xing's eyes were filled with condemnation: "This little bit of divine and demonic power is not enough to restore the scars."

He showed his arm, which had fingerprints of varying depths.

Iris raised her eyebrows, her eyes unexpectedly filled with admiration for a masterpiece, and her voice contained a tone of comfort.

"Get up and pack up. I'll take you to the treasure house to choose."

"Apart from my side, where else can I quickly improve my magic?"

"It's just...fun, no equipment involved. If you can't even handle this little bit of hardship, even if your strength improves, you'll still be weak."

Tu Xing was speechless. This logic was so twisted.

Iris got off the ground, stood up straight with her back to the people, and seemed to have something particularly quiet to say.

"If you don't like it, then don't do it again."

Iris turned around, "But this is just one chance."

"Right away." Tu Xing compromised and struggled to get off the ground slowly. "Give me some time to shower. The smell is really strong."

Iris called to the side, "Jamila, clean up."

…

An hour later, Tu Xing finally came back to life and looked at the woman beside the bathtub. "Something with softer fabric."

Jamila: “Oh, okay.”

She glanced at the people with a look that was half teasing and mostly surprised. "There was really a lot of noise last night."

Tu Xing sank into the water and accused, "You were eavesdropping."

Jamila shrugged: "This is my job. Just pretend that I don't exist and have no self."

She observed the person's expression, "What? Not coordinating?"

He asked with a strange look on his face, "Your Majesty seems to be in good spirits."

Tu Xing gave a brief account with a stern face.

Jamila disagreed: "It's not bad actually... After all, we basically went out sideways in front. How about... drink some kidney-tonifying soup?"

"I'll put something soothing in the water and let it soak for another half hour."

Tu Xing rolled her eyes, knowing that in order to prevent Sudan from going crazy, she would have to sacrifice others and try her best to calm herself down.

I still have time to soak my feet. I don’t really want to face that person.

Jamila dug out a piece of clothing and said, "This definitely meets your requirements. It's the closest to the skin and seems to have magical properties."

"Dress as you please, according to your current status and the importance His Majesty places on you."

Tu Xing was facing sideways, wiping herself with a towel. Upon hearing this, he glanced at her and asked, "What attribute?"

Jamila looked thoughtful. "Uh—I can't quite remember. Try it on first, the length and size."

Hearing this, Tu Xing took it with one hand, stepped out of the bathtub, and draped it directly over his shoulders.

The fabric is truly light, soft, and smooth, almost as if it were nothing.

The fair-skinned young man stood in front of the mirror, tying the belt around his waist. It was a close-fitting robe with a beige edge embroidered with gold thread.

When Tu Xing saw some dust on the corner, he tied the magic blade around his waist and silently recited a renovation spell.

When the dust cleared, the young man said casually, "It's a good size. Can you think of any magical properties?"

Jamila shook her head. "Maybe the material just has some magic in it, and it doesn't have any effect on its own. Otherwise, why would it be left with me?"

That made sense. Tu Xing finally adjusted his sleeves and said, "Let's go."