Chapter 61 No Need to Call Yourself a Subordinate

At this moment, Tu Xing understood the purpose of this attack, raised the emotion in his voice, and praised:

"Your Majesty, you are omnipotent. Archery is only one of your strengths. The others watched you quietly, thinking you prefer silence, and so they kept silent."

In fact, it was mainly because archery was his specialty and nothing special, so his attention was all on the situation on the ground and the Sultan's golden tassels.

The Sultan seemed satisfied. "You are here at night. You can go to the private room to rest only if you have nothing to do during the day. Otherwise, you will be asked to leave."

youth:"……"

After a while, he found the words, "Every night... it's too much."

The body has recovered, but the inventory has not grown back. There is really no food, and this is no nonsense.

The Sultan had already finished his next words: "Come up and take off your clothes."

Tu Xing's expression completely disappeared, and he began to confirm whether there was really no one else in the room and whether he didn't mind another fight.

With a little more demonic power, the combat effectiveness is stronger than last time.

Suddenly, a deep laugh was heard, "Sleeping naked, never tried it?"

Tu Xing's fighting spirit faded a little, and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes, muttering in his heart: It's better to do what you say.

He first put the magic pendant ring in his pocket into his bag, then took off his upper body clothes and held it in his hand.

He walked to the other end of the bed, slid the package down his body, and kicked it lightly under the bed with his feet. His movements were already familiar.

Tu Xing glanced at someone, his hands on his waist. Someone turned sideways and his gaze was hard to ignore.

He paused, but continued to take off all the clothes except the innermost part, then lifted his legs and climbed up, their eyes becoming parallel.

Sultan: "The gold pattern is only on the hands?"

Tu Xing relaxed a little at this question. It turned out that he was observing his skin all over his body.

I was surprised to find something I was interested in, so I answered, "Yes."

Then, just to make conversation, he asked, "What are those two lava men?"

I learned some information indirectly from the Black Wizard, and I might as well ask the Sultan.

"Unable to withstand the demon's power, a new one appeared today. Did Celilda ask for your blood?"

In the dim light, the outline is hazy.

Tu Xing nodded, "Yes, why would it become like that if it's unbearable?"

Sultan: "I guess it takes on the form of a demon skin, but it doesn't possess great power. Its life force quickly burns until it evaporates."

"So far, maintaining human skin and carrying tattoos means I've gained some power, but everything else is a failure."

"Let me see your hand." The Sultan's voice was gentle, and his tone of voice was somewhat commanding due to his long-term commanding.

Tu Xing stretched out his left hand and placed it on his palm.

The Sultan held the front and back of the tablet and examined the details. "Did you get my blood on you that day?"

The young man lost himself in memories and shook his head. "No, I was just staying in a room close to you."

He lowered his eyes. Could it be that the smell of blood permeated the room, and that he had stayed there for so long, was one of the reasons?

The Sultan seemed to be unable to let go of the hand, comparing the number and direction of the gold patterns on the backs of the two hands.

I don't know what I discovered, but I was so happy that it overflowed from my body.

"Sleep if you want to. Tell me what you want."

Tu Xing's eyes fell on the two golden patterns, one black and one white, which were arranged almost identically. However, Sudan's was thicker and had more lines.

Is he so happy just because the texture is similar?

Coupled with what he said, Tu Xing felt a little sad. No one had ever said this to him before, and he suddenly felt very guilty.

Forget it, I'll try to give it to him if he wants it in the future. The person receiving it doesn't really need food anyway. At most, he will just feel pain.

Tu Xing thought of something important, "I have to go out and confiscate the family property tomorrow, and I only have seven copper coins on me."

"Where can I get the ten gold coins you promised me?"

Sultan: "First, take it out from the one hundred gold coins that Waji has collected, and then you can record it in your own account."

"You don't need to call yourself a subordinate in private."

Tu Xing was still thinking that it was really casual, but when he thought about it carefully, it was true. In the past, Sudan’s tyranny could still stand, and these trivial matters did not matter.

Hearing the last sentence, he looked up in a daze.

The Sultan had already gotten down to the ground, opened the package on the table, left it half-open, picked up one and threw it back into the bag, making a crisp sound.

"Here it is, take it yourself."

Tu Xing looked at this scene and came back to his senses: "Yes." The golden coins were the same color as the man.

Sultan: "As long as you are by my side, you can get whatever you want, no matter what it is."

Hearing this, the young man blinked. Why did he feel like he'd been seen through and had ulterior motives?!

The Sultan strode forward, close enough to face him, and his voice suddenly contained a hint of danger.

"If you even think of leaving, I will lock you here with a force beyond your imagination."

"This world will soon be mine, and you will have nowhere to escape." Oppression that cannot be ignored.

Their eyes met, and Tu Xing couldn't help swallowing.

Distracted by the scene, he didn't know how to respond and his body froze.

Listen to the Sultan continue: "The symptoms are the same. If you leave me for too long, you will also fall into a manic state and lose control of yourself. We are destined to be bound together."

Tu Xing nodded obediently, "You know this, Your Majesty."