Chapter 23: As if the golden pattern was specially painted

But due to this delay, a very small but not negligible noise was heard from the back.

The young man instantly felt a strong force coming from behind him, and a voice came from behind: "Are you uncomfortable?" It was low and bewitching.

The Sultan stared ahead and ordered, "Close the window."

The guard looked at the restrained man with a look of pity, which disappeared in an instant. He replied respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty." After saying that, he reached out and closed the door quickly.

Tu Xing turned around and tried to break free, but the next second, he suddenly lost his strength and the package slid down his shoulder to the ground.

He wanted to pull it up as soon as his eyes moved, and the breath floated in his ears, "You still have the mind to think about other things."

...I really didn't have the mind to think about it. The medicine was taking effect, and this person was holding it very tightly, so I couldn't tell who was serving whom.

Dragged onto the bed step by step, the young man seemed to have completely given up struggling and just clenched his teeth to prevent any sound from coming out.

A deep voice came from the back, "I've never seen a beauty like you."

He seemed to turn sideways and ordered, "Jamila, give me another pill."

Tu Xing quickly stopped him: "No, no, Your Majesty."

If I really want to have another one, I’m afraid I won’t be able to take it anymore.

"Then you will be obedient?"

Hearing this, Tu Xing closed his eyes, gathering strength to delay time, and responded, "Yes."

After that, there was no more talking.

The young man's eyes were slightly closed. Although he was gathering strength to fight back, he was dazed from time to time. This technique was too good.

When he saw the dagger falling beside him, he moved his eyes and reached out to adjust its angle as slowly as possible.

Just when he finished adjusting, his perspective suddenly changed, his expression became solemn, and he thought to himself: I've been discovered?

From facing each other back to back, Tu Xing raised his eyes. The pair of purple-red lights in the darkness seemed to be dimmer and were moving closer to him - they probably didn't notice.

The young man tilted his face to the side to facilitate his movements, glancing at the dagger out of the corner of his eye. He had never tried to carry out a mission in this way before, so it was quite novel.

So, will it succeed this time?

They were so close, and there was even a chance to come again. Tu Xing's voice became seductive: "Your Majesty, I will do it myself. You lie down."

The Sudanese said "hmm" and sat down in the direction the young man expected.

Tu Xing's eyes lit up involuntarily. He placed his hands on his chest and pressed down, calling out, "Your Majesty—"

Immediately afterwards, there was a "puff" sound.

The young man quickly distanced himself from the bed, two meters away, and observed the situation on the bed.

...Is he dead?

The purple-red light disappeared completely, there was no sound, and the figure was hidden in the darkness and could not be seen clearly.

Tu Xing opened his left glove and rubbed the skin inside, then his wrist. The pain neither got worse nor went away.

A thoughtful look appeared in his eyes. It seemed that if he wanted to solve the problem of aging, he had to find the answer from Celilda.

Tu Xing looked at the person approaching him again, and in fact, he felt inexplicably reluctant.

This person is quite obsessed. Tu Xing has never met many people who like him. He has a very high status, looks, and skills. The touch is very good and elastic...

He quickly shook his head to get rid of the thought and glanced down. The drug must still be taking effect.

To the Utuman Empire, this man was a great hero, but to the people, if the black magic had not still been in effect, there would have been countless uprisings in the past three years.

It was just a mission, and after completing it, he would be free.

I stopped here and took advantage of the remaining time to go back to find Serilda.

Tu Xing walked to the window, picked up the package, and glanced at his pocket watch. It showed 9:05.

It's only been forty minutes.

He planned to go straight away, as finishing off the enemy was an active move and could easily be locked by the curse. He could come back and try again after negotiating with Celilda, as he would have to backtrack again anyway.

The young man was in a very good mood. He walked lightly, glanced around the room, and finally walked towards the door.

He had just taken a step when the scene at hand caught his eye, causing him to stop abruptly.

At some point, a purple-red thread appeared and wrapped around his left hand. Although the thread was thin, it was extremely conspicuous in the darkness.

The colors were so bright and familiar that Tu Xing broke out in sweat and felt a sharp pain in his back.

He turned around suddenly, but the room behind him was empty. The small lamp was still beside the bed, and the outline of the figure in the gauze curtain was still there.

Tu Xing lowered his head in surprise, and the purple-red color was looming. It became thinner as it got farther away. The other end should be Sudan's side.

He carefully pulled his hand away and gently waved the air as if shaking out ordinary thread.

I tried to continue walking towards the door, but saw the purple-red line flying over and wrapping around my left hand again. Soon, I felt my skin tightening!

I quickly pulled off my gloves again and looked at the back with surprise. My skin has recovered?!

During this period, the purple-red thread seemed to find an opportunity and wrapped around the skin several times.

After a few seconds, the purple-red flow disappeared, replaced by ordinary golden lines, neatly arranged on the back of the hand and knuckles, as if they were specially painted gold patterns.

Tu Xing stared at it. Wow, so this is how the golden patterns on the Sultan’s body came from?

He clenched his fist and then relaxed it, feeling nothing special.

I don't know the principle or effect, but judging by the pain in my back, it must be connected to the Sultan - the dagger was inserted right into the center of the Sultan's back.

The young man stared at the thing with a strange look on his face for a few seconds, then realized that he still had things to do, put on his gloves, and continued walking forward.

Although aging has been resolved now, the red line may not still exist after looking back, and the purpose of this red line also needs to be asked to her.

Tu Xing pushed open the door and looked around. A voice rang out, "Your Majesty!"

When he looked over, the other person also looked up, and saw the man's face full of surprise.

"Hey you--" He looked inside, but heard no sound, and there was obvious hesitation and uncertainty on his face.

Tu Xingxian said: "Keep your voice down, His Majesty is resting."

The guard's expression was filled with surprise. He looked up at the sky, then at the person before him. "Your Majesty has changed his temper. Why so quickly this time?!"

Tu Xing nodded calmly, "He stopped halfway through. His Majesty wanted to see Celilda."

"Oh—" the guard said with a sullen look on his face, "Okay, I'll go get him."

The young man retreated back into the room. The guard watched his movements, his suspicions gone. He scratched his head in confusion, "Oh, this is really strange."

While waiting, Tu Xing walked to the middle point and sat on the round cushion facing the bed.

He checked his pocket watch from time to time. After the minute hand moved four spaces, there was a knock on the door. "Your Majesty, you are looking for me."

Tu Xing blinked, quickly glanced over there, walked over and opened the door, "Come in."

From a close distance, Celilda's skin is in excellent condition and she looks youthful and energetic, but her eyes and eyebrows reveal some signs of aging, and her eyelashes and hair are very black.

The woman was stunned when she saw someone she had never seen before, "You are..."

The young man seemed to be suppressing his panic. "I was serving His Majesty tonight. In the middle of it, he suddenly asked me to call you over. Please go and take a look."

"I am just a helpless person, what should I do?"

Celilda looked twice at the fair-skinned young man.