Chapter 4 It's not what I thought

Amina quickly straightened her head and looked around: "Okay."

Since the woman seemed to know a lot, Tu Xing still hoped to act together to avoid having to find a second person to talk to again.

It didn't take much effort for them to get around to the back of the building. Looking inside through the hollow railing door, they found that it was actually an open-air back garden, which was very large.

With just a glance, I saw a scene of black, yellow and white, and quickly flashed back to where I was standing.

Tu Xing pulled Amina to stop her from going forward and whispered, "They are in the back garden, inside this railing door."

The young woman's eyes widened. Then, she glanced in the direction she came from. Seeing no one was following her, she asked, "Are we just going to stand here?"

Tu Xing looked up and down at the place, especially the tall buildings and trees.

Finally, we found a secluded corner where there was a big tree with dense branches and leaves, and the branches were particularly thick.

He gestured to Amina, "Climb up. Be careful to hide behind the leaves. Keep a little shade. Don't focus too much, or you'll be easily discovered. Do you understand what 'focus' means?"

Amina: "Gaze? Stare?"

"Yes." Tu Xing looked for a fulcrum on the tree. "I'll hold you up so it's easier to get up."

"Okay." Of course the woman would not refuse.

He quickly found a seat and sat down.

Tu Xing was a little higher in front, with Amina half hidden behind him. In front of them were clusters of leaves, covering most of their bodies.

The young man raised his hand to pull the leaves closer to his body, glancing at the woman out of the corner of his eye, with only his eyes exposed.

After confirming that everything is OK, look ahead with a blank gaze.

The crowd was behind the building and in front of the back garden, about a hundred meters away from the backyard gate, and Tu Xing and the other person were thirty meters away from the gate.

I could hardly hear their voices or see their expressions, and to reduce the possibility of being discovered, I just stared at them below the neck.

As if watching a pantomime from a distance, Tu Xing waited patiently.

Everyone gathered around the king and the black magician. The two were sitting, and the people around them were either hunched over or kneeling on the ground.

The gaze lingered for two seconds on the Sultan's sitting posture, his body completely exposed, very heroic, one foot propped up on the stool beneath him, the few pieces of cloth on his body largely revealed.

...are you wearing anything underneath?

Tu Xing thought distractedly that judging from his appearance, his private life was most likely very messy.

As a king, he probably has three thousand beauties in his harem. Even if he runs naked on the street, no one will stop him.

Tu Xing can only think of these now, as his life experience limits his imagination.

The young man was thinking without any emotion, and was trying to find out what the purple and red discs were. He had a quick glimpse of them not long ago and was deeply impressed by these two purple and red discs.

Strangely, there is not even a little bit of purple on Sudan's body, and there is a characteristic that the hair on his forehead is long enough to cover his eyes.

Tu Xing looked away, a flash of doubt in his mind: Why did he take it off in such a short time?

He looked aside and said, "Ask a question."

Amina: “You say.”

"What color are the Sultan's eyes? When I came here, I saw a pair of purple-red lights, arranged like human eyes."

The young woman pondered, "Your Majesty's eyes are a normal black. Black mages, including those, all have dark brown eyes."

"I've never heard of purple. Look, where can I find this color?"

Tu Xing frowned and didn't easily think that he had seen it wrong. At that time, he was in good spirits and had not taken any action yet, so he was not affected by the magic.

He lowered his head to look at the back of his hand. Even if he was sure that his eyes were different color, it would be useless at the moment, so he put it aside for the time being.

Then he thought, if he asked about aging, they would be considered familiar with each other now, right?

As he was organizing his words, a few dogs barked in front of him, drawing his attention away.

"Woof——" A series of barking sounds similar to that of a large dog.

Tu Xing looked forward in an instant. The dog that came looked like a black wolf and was extremely large. At a quick glance, he even had the illusion that it was Sudan No. 2. They were about the same size, with the same color and messy fur.

Amina's extremely nervous voice came to my ear, "Forget it, forget it, I still don't want to watch it."

The young man did not stop him, but simply said, "If we go down now, we'll make a noise and both of us will be discovered. If you don't want to see, just close your eyes."

The woman was as thin as a mosquito: "I regret following you." Her eyes narrowed into slits, and she stayed where she was.

Soon, Tu Xing knew the reason for her reaction.

There was a sudden noise inside. If you listened carefully, you could hear men cursing, women begging for mercy, and some harsh voices drowning out the noise.

The volume was loud enough for the young man to hear clearly.

"You don't want the whole house to burn down, do you? Remember you have a three-year-old child, a boy or a girl?"

Tu Xing's throat rolled, clearly filled with strong malice, and he said softly: "It's not what I thought."

Confirm the details: "Did Zainab's family suffer this punishment because they had committed a crime, or was it an unprovoked disaster?"

Amina's teeth chattered as she whispered, "I haven't heard of anyone committing any crime."

"They are ordinary civilians, not officials. On weekdays, only her husband is seen going out to kill and sell fish."

At this moment, the noise in front became smaller, but the big dog was approaching the woman.