Chapter 22: Fight all night?
Those three hours are too long!
Tu Xing even thought of escaping from the battlefield.
Just as this thought came to mind, the women on both sides were standing by and asking, "Why aren't you moving?"
"These scars on your body... you've probably gotten used to them by now. It doesn't matter who you're with. Your Majesty is the most honorable person in the world."
There was a strong sense of contempt and disdain in his words.
Hearing this, the young man looked down at his body, which was covered with scars of varying depths from training and life-and-death struggles.
No wonder I didn’t mention this suspected identity before. It turned out that I mistakenly thought it was... a trace left by someone.
Woman: "Your Majesty sacrificed himself to save Utuman and turn the tide of the war. He has suffered from this curse for years, and is in great pain. He needs to vent his anger."
"It was because of... His Majesty that he went out to look for her the day before yesterday. We can't make any mistakes tonight."
"If you are favored by His Majesty, you can have anything you want."
The two women seemed to have seven or eight mouths, speaking one after another without a single pause.
Tu Xing was about to speak when something was stuffed into his mouth. He was caught off guard and choked, forcing himself to swallow it.
"Ahem, what did you feed me?"
The woman on the left said, "A pill to help you get into shape, so as not to spoil His Majesty's mood. Go quickly."
Tu Xing felt a push from his back and staggered forward two steps, and the scene in front came into view.
It was spacious enough to accommodate more than a hundred people, with gold and black interwoven. The bed was particularly large, and there was a huge round mat in the front that could accommodate at least three people lying on it, covered with silk-textured fabric of the same color.
A faint voice came from the back, "Is he holding an ugly bag? What should I do? Bring it over and put it here."
The young man quickly put away his package and ran forward about ten steps, looking for the Sultan.
At the same time, he felt a heat rising from his lower abdomen and thought to himself: No way, the drug is taking effect so quickly?!
My cheeks are the hottest and are probably turning red now.
There was a figure floating in front of him, and Tu Xing realized that the person was lying flat on the bed, so he couldn't see it for a while.
He hesitated for a moment, and in that pause, heat welled up inside him. He glanced down quickly and pulled the fabric down with one hand.
What kind of herbs are added to this medicine? It has such a strong effect.
When the time to go back is up, you must not take this pill.
Tu Xing had no other choice but to walk forward. When he was near the bed, he called out softly, "Your Majesty."
In just a few seconds, it felt like a year.
The light was dim, with only a faint glow at the back. The young man was stunned when he saw the purple-red light.
Is this the Sultan's eye?!
Tu Xing's eyes suddenly widened, and the words "affected by this curse for many years" flashed through his mind. So it was the power of the curse that made his eyes glow purple-red?
No wonder I saw it but couldn’t find the source.
From his perspective, the light completely obscured the expression in the Sultan's eyes, and he didn't know that the other party saw his face clearly, his eyes showing interest, and a strong evil thought flowing in his eyes.
"Come up, can you do it yourself?"
Tu Xing looked at him in confusion. Didn't she say that "she might not be interested in men, is rumored to be impotent, and likes to watch others do it"?
It is so direct, and the Sultan himself is far from what I imagined.
"Aren't you coming up?" His gaze seemed to pass over a certain place with a burning intensity. "It will break down."
The young man felt sweat on his temples. It was bad, it was bad. There were so many things to worry about.
I wasn't scared the last time we met, and I'm no different this time.
He steadied his breath and said, "Your Majesty, I wanted to be your personal guard. This is a misunderstanding."
Suddenly the atmosphere became quiet, the night became chilly, and a heavy rain was lurking, about to fall.
The Sultan sat up, bent one knee, his curly black hair loose without any scruples, his muscles well-proportioned, impeccably perfect, and he seemed to be leisurely sizing up the person in front of him.
"After tonight, you will be my personal guard, doing things for me, but you must satisfy me."
The young man was silent. Is it that simple?
The next second I thought of the key point. Not only do I have to satisfy him, but I also have to survive successfully. This guy will most likely... abuse me.
Just as I thought of this, I saw out of the corner of my eye that this person picked up a dagger. The metal edge was a long silver strip, and the handle was inlaid with a red gem. He played with it skillfully in his hand.
Tu Xing would not think it was an ordinary decorative prop. The reflected light was bright enough to show that the blade was sharp.
With his eyes drooping slightly, he pondered how to say it so that he could retain his position and still get through the night without any physical contact.
Suddenly, his eyelids fluttered, and he saw a burst of purple-red light, as if sighing: "It's so slow——"
The young man suddenly became defensive, raised his hand and pulled up the bed sheet with all his strength, completely covering the attacking dagger.
"Huh..." The Sultan's voice was filled with surprise, "You really are here to be a guard."
Tu Xing took two steps back, "Of course, Your Majesty, this is a misunderstanding."
Half of the cloth covered the Sultan's chest and below. His eyes seemed to be scrutinizing him, and his voice was cold: "Then do you dare to kill me?"
When Tu Xing heard these words, he looked up suddenly, his thoughts swirling. Did he know why he came?
No, that's not right. This Sultan has been asking for death all the time?
The young man said with difficulty: "I dare not."
Sultan: "Apart from killing, blood, and...torture, nothing can stop me. Then fight me until dawn."
Hearing this, Tu Xing felt more and more troubled. Emotions were a way to vent out the anger.
He looked at the closed door. If he escaped... he would definitely not be able to keep his position. Besides, the other party was too energetic. He would probably have to go out and find someone else, and another Zainab would appear.
Then fight all night?
No, three hours is still not right. After going back, you have to go through it all over again, which means that the original time will be extended by a few hours.
While he was thinking, the Sultan attacked again. He took two big steps to the front of the young man and raised his hand to attack downwards.
Tu Xing retreated dangerously, so quickly. No one had told him that this king was so skilled.
He stared at the dagger. "Your Majesty, since we are just venting our anger, then there is no need to use weapons."
"Are you ordering me around?"
"I dare not." The young man had no choice but to give in and gritted his teeth secretly.
He looked up, and when he saw the top of the bed curtain, an idea suddenly occurred to him. If the Sultan fell from a great height during the chase, the black magic should not be able to lock onto him, right?
If you kill him directly, you can skip the process of becoming a guard, and no one else will be implicated.
You can definitely give it a try while it’s still within the lookback period.
However, if two grown men climbed onto the bed, the curtain would probably collapse halfway through, so they had to find another place.
Tu Xing looked towards the window, not caring about anything else, and ran away.
After running two steps, he heard the Sultan's extremely loud roar from behind: "Come! Catch him!"
The young man hurried to the window, only to be met with a familiar face and dark green clothes. It was obviously the guard he had seen yesterday at noon.
The man was blocking the window, his face gloomy. "You dare to run away? Aren't you afraid that your family will be uprooted?"
Of course Tu Xing is not afraid, since he has no family.
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