Chapter 28: Refusing to Think Deeply
Like a glutton who was extremely hungry, Tu Xing closed his eyes and gave up on himself.
I don't know how long it took, but a satisfied voice came from above, "Sit up."
Tu Xing suddenly started and was about to say something to change the situation, but the scene in front of him suddenly flashed and changed silently.
In the blink of an eye, he returned to the outer corridor very close to the bedroom.
Make sure the backtracking functionality is working, but that's too late to worry about it at this point.
His steps were heavy as a thousand pounds, and he felt like retreating.
It was really difficult to resist in that environment and with that identity, not to mention that the power of the same meridian in the body was also at work, making him extremely passive.
Just thinking about what happened in the past ten minutes made him feel so hot that he felt like he was about to catch fire.
It's not that I feel disgusted or resistant, and I didn't feel any pain overall. Instead, I felt a little guilty because the other person was stabbed to death by me.
But, is this the right direction?
They had only known each other for three days, and he really couldn't bear it. Moreover, he didn't understand the follow-up. The unknown was always scary, so at least he had to understand it before practicing.
Tu Xing's throat rolled, and he thought quickly about what to do.
At this moment, Talal in front of him had already spoken his first words, asking dissatisfiedly: "Where did you go?"
Tu Xing first tightened the bag and slung it across his back, repeating the words while thinking.
Until I heard Talal's yin and yang: "What else can you say? Go in quickly."
This time, instead of understanding and calmly entering the market, I stayed where I was - I hadn't figured out a solution yet.
Talal raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of sternness: "What's going on? If you anger His Majesty, the consequences will not be borne by you alone."
He lowered his voice, "There will be a river of blood here. The place where you stand was once a pool of blood and bones."
"Since you possess a trace of magic from the same source, you are the perfect candidate."
"If word of your resistance to service reaches Celilda, she will certainly not protect you."
Tu Xing looked away, just thinking about this person, and also thinking about the rings, bracelets, and pocket watches related to her, and was thinking about the success rate of the negotiation.
That day, the other party's words and actions...didn't seem to be in any hurry about losing the item.
Hearing the words, the young man looked at him silently and glanced at the person on the other side.
I still remember the man's first words this morning: "...Celilda said that if you want to find her, let us lead you there."
Tu Xing looked at him: "I want to see Celilda."
Talal interrupted: "Go in and report to His Majesty first, and when you come out you can see whoever you want." He placed one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
This statement clearly influenced another person's thoughts. "Yeah, it'll only take a few hours at most. As a guard, how could we disregard His Majesty's orders and act on our own?"
The young man gritted his teeth. Can he still turn the clock now?
Apparently, that wasn't going to work. Talal was already approaching. "You want to kill us?"
A figure approached from behind, and Evander's hostility grew even stronger. "Why, after regicide, you're afraid to face the king? Do you want me to go in with you?"
Tu Xing's eyelids twitched, and he really wanted to let this person in with him to see if it could have an unexpected disruptive effect.
But given Sudan's character, it is very likely that he will continue to do as he pleases in front of others.
Tu Xing had no habit of letting others watch, so he said helplessly: "No, I'll go in by myself."
He sighed softly, walked to the door, glanced at Evander, and said sinisterly:
"Your Majesty is intact and in good health. There is no need to keep saying ominous words all day long."
"Ordinary people cannot hurt Your Majesty. If I can, wouldn't my strength be several times greater than yours?"
The sound was not loud, but the other three people present could hear it clearly.
After saying that, Tu Xing stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and walked towards the person on the bed.
I have a feeling that I can't avoid it, I just hope it will be quick, so that I won't be so curious and can cool down.
Such a development is equivalent to adding ten minutes of one-way experience at the beginning.
Tu Xing was speechless. If he had known this would happen, he would have rather not looked back.
It’s almost the same process, but this time the movements should be more skillful than the previous time, and your attention can be focused on other things, such as size and taste.
——Is it because of your race? You are so well developed. What do you usually eat?
The satisfaction in Sudan's voice seemed to be two points stronger than before: "Sit up."
Tu Xing lowered her eyes, gritted her teeth and did as he said, and saw him reach out to the side to take something out from the corner of her eye.
Looking closely, I saw that it was a thumb-length transparent glass bottle filled with colorless thick liquid.
When he poured it out and applied it to the affected area, he felt an unignorable chill.
Tu Xing was confused: Not here? Huh?
His uncertainty disappeared after ten seconds, replaced by confusion.
I want to say something, but I don’t know what to say.
In the end, he didn't know what the words he uttered were: "Your Majesty—"
The Sultan's hand was placed on the back of his neck, as if grasping his lifeline. Upon hearing this, he relaxed his hand a little and changed to holding it lightly, but still in the posture of protecting food.
…
When the young man gathered his thoughts, he caught a glimpse of the light outside the window. It was already around three or four in the afternoon, and it was very quiet with no one around.
The dryness did disappear, and I felt extremely relaxed, but it was transformed into an indescribable discomfort somewhere.
Apart from this, there was no other pain, and this only discomfort was recovering at a terrifying speed.
He lowered his head to look at the back of his left hand, and the golden pattern seemed to brighten a little.
Suddenly he thought of something, his expression became serious, and he immediately looked for his bag.
From about fifteen minutes in, I couldn't tell east from west or north, and had no idea where I had fallen.
It’s crazy to refuse to think deeply about the process, it seems to never get tired.
He lowered his head and searched carefully. He saw an outline under the bed. He picked it up, opened it and looked for the items inside.
I took a quick look and found that nothing important was missing. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Obviously, the Sultan, as the king of a country, looked down on this thing and even kicked it under the bed as garbage.
Tu Xing looked at her clothes, which were tattered and wrinkled, and walked next door with her bag in hand and knocked on the door.
It was Jamila who opened the door. As if she had been prepared, she gestured for him to come in and said, "Cold water is ready."
About twenty minutes later, the woman turned her head to look at the young man, who was dressed again, and asked with a hint of concern, "Are you okay?"
Tu Xing looked back, adjusting his belt in his hand for the last time, "I'm fine, why do you ask?"
The woman breathed a sigh of relief. "This has lasted... longer than any of the previous ones. I was worried you were too tired. You seemed particularly quiet."
What was not mentioned was that the main thing was that this person had marks all over his body - really all over his body, and his fair skin made the marks look particularly deep.
Tu Xing's eyes moved, "I'm tired and don't want to talk."
Hearing this, Jamila expressed her understanding and said, "You need to get more rest."
She then said cautiously, "His Majesty and his men have left the palace and are heading for the small town of Lahabami."
"Since you were still sleeping soundly, I didn't move you. If you want to come with me, there's always next time. There will be plenty of opportunities."
"You are free to move around until His Majesty returns to the palace."
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