Chapter 24 No One Can Kill Him

Moving downwards, the mottled marks are clearly visible, as well as suspicious water stains and curled and messy fabrics.

Quickly, she shifted her gaze, scanned the room, and walked towards the bed.

Tu Xing lowered his eyes to avoid looking at her, and followed her. When he saw the guard coming in, he frowned slightly, realized that he had to control his expression, and quickly relaxed.

The three of them stood by the bed. The woman came forward to examine him, placing her hand on his nose and mouth to check his breathing. "You played really wildly. He's out of breath."

Hearing this, Tu Xing raised his eyebrows and paused to regroup, "Is His Majesty okay?"

"It's alright." Celilda glanced at him. "He's immortal, but he's just a little weaker. No one in the world can kill him."

The woman stepped back and said, "Evander, turn His Majesty over."

"Watch out behind you. There's blood there. It must be the scimitar he pressed on himself. But if it's anything else, it won't be that serious."

Tu Xing is still in the midst of the terrifying waves, immortal?

It was originally expected that they would cover up the Sultan's death, try to revive him using black magic, and wait for the next Sultan to be decided before a coup d'état takes place.

In this process, no matter which link, it is easy to become chaotic, and he can take the opportunity to withdraw.

It sounds like resurrection is a very simple thing, and if I understand correctly, it is because the weapon is the scimitar that it can cause actual damage.

The young man held his breath.

Guard Evander stepped forward, lifted the man by the side of his shoulders, and carefully turned him over. "It's too dark in here. Do you want a couple more lamps?"

Celilda leaned to the side and said, "Jamila, come out and light the lamp." She raised her voice.

The door next door suddenly opened and a woman poked her head out. "Lady Celilda? Why are you here?"

Evander scolded, "What's wrong with you guys?! With all that noise, you're like dead people and you don't even come out to take a look?!"

Although it was a bit far away, I could still see the panic in the dim light, and they were crawling towards me.

Tu Xing, who was standing at the back, blinked and said something to find out more information:

"If they come out early, there will be a lot of noise and chaos. Ultimately, we have to listen to Lady Celilda's wishes."

Evander turned his head and stared at the young man unkindly, then turned his attention to the young man. "So, you are just misrepresenting His Majesty's intentions? I was wondering why today—"

"All right," Celilda interrupted.

"No one can hurt Your Majesty. This was an accident. It's good enough that he thought of looking for me. What's the point of you worrying about this?"

She looked at the two women kneeling on the ground and said, "Go light two lamps."

After giving the order, she approached the Sultan, raised her hand and pulled out the dagger. The subtle sound was easily heard mixed with the sound of blood splattering.

After a while, the lamp lit up and the light finally became brighter.

Celilda stepped forward to examine the injury, but made no further movement, stepping back and walking in a circle around the bed.

She looked up and down, left and right, and finally walked up to the young man with disheveled clothes.

Tu Xing half-closed his eyes and waited quietly for the other party to speak.

"Although it was an accident, we still locked onto you. I guess you're the closest living person."

Tu Xing looked up in surprise when he heard the words. His thoughts turned and he took off his left glove and spread it out. "Is this what you are talking about?"

Celilda studied it closely, her eyes fixed on it. "Yes, it is indeed bizarre."

"I've been dreaming of this state for years, and I've only been able to help Your Majesty achieve that level. I've searched hard but to no avail."

"It unexpectedly achieved the most perfect balance in you."

There was confusion in Tu Xing's eyes, and this time she was expressing her true feelings. What she meant was that the golden thread in her hand was a great thing?

Celilda: "If His Majesty doesn't have any place for you to go, you can come to me for development. Are you interested in the dark arts?"

These words made Tu Xing's heart burn with excitement. It was going so smoothly that it was unbelievable. This was what he wanted very much.

Suddenly I had the idea of ​​not going back to the previous game. This is such a great development!

Under Celilda's protection, there is no need to be afraid of people hiding in the dark and watching over you.

Evander, who was watching from the sidelines, was filled with envy. "He's just a lowly male slave. How could he learn magic? And he's stained with the blood of His Majesty!"

Tu Xing stared at him obscurely, his fingers tightening the straps of his backpack.

Just at this moment, there was some noise from the bed, and everyone's eyes immediately turned over there.

"What's going on?" The voice was low and hoarse, and it was indeed the Sultan's voice.

Tu Xing suppressed his shock. How long had it been?

After unplugging it and chatting for a few minutes, he was able to speak again? This is black magic?!

Celilda stepped forward. "You leaned on the scimitar by mistake. It was a false alarm."

Evander interrupted from the side, "Your Majesty, was it this slave boy who did this? How do you feel?"

"He took advantage of the situation to gain the power of the demon god and must have attacked you on purpose!"

Tu Xing frowned, not caring about thinking about the demon god, and argued:

"Your Majesty, I asked Celilda to save you right away. The golden pattern grew on its own. I didn't do anything unnecessary."

I don't feel any psychological burden when saying this, because there is no one who is innocent among us anyway.

He silently estimated the time of going back and came back to this part, remembering to let the guard stay outside the door.

Evander sneered and said aggressively, "You're talking nonsense! It's not your turn to invite. You're just an ordinary male slave. How would you know who to invite? It must be premeditated!"

The guess was correct, but Tu Xing would not admit it. He raised the corners of his eyes and whispered, "How come you are more majestic than His Majesty?"

The Sultan's voice was furious: "Get out!"

Everyone fell silent. Evander and the two maids looked at the young man. Celilda glanced at the young man and then at Evander.

She quickly made a decision: "Evander, get out. We need some quiet here."

Apparently, Evander didn't believe it was him who went out: "Sir?!"

Celilda: "You're being too noisy. Did you come in before I came?"

Evander: “No.”

Celilda: "You weren't there the entire time. If he had really tried to assassinate His Majesty, he would have been lying in bed, dead, and he's still walking around here."

"Your Majesty is fine now. You're yelling and making a big headache. Get out!"

"I was so annoyed that I accidentally cast a curse. I'm not sure if it can be successfully removed."

Evander glared at the young man and said, "Yes." He turned and left with obvious anger.

Tu Xing kept his eyes half closed, and "assassinating the Sultan will also lead to death" actually became the key point of the proof.

He was thinking about something, his eyes moving unconsciously, meeting the man who was looking at him.

Suddenly I was stunned. I had never observed his appearance from such a close distance with normal vision. It was clearer, wilder, and had a stronger visual impact than the glimpse I saw in the dim light.

Tu Xing stared at the other person's chest. "I was wondering why it was so uncomfortable. There's a symmetrical nipple chain, and the rest of the body is very elastic and firm. It feels really good."

He exhaled a breath of air from the tip of his nose, "Why am I thinking about these things again? This medicine is really effective."

The Sultan said, "Frightened?"

Tu Xing blinked, "Yes."