Chapter 99: Bones seem to be falling apart
Tu Xing didn't respond. When the spell was about to be finished, he lowered his body submissively.
I stopped for two or three seconds and waited quietly, but nothing happened.
He immediately remembered that the wind blade was invisible and colorless, and tried his best to drive it closer to the handcuffs, but there was no response several times, and he couldn't even find the specific location of the wind blade.
I can't help but wonder: Has it really been condensed?
There was no sense of lightness of air after reciting the spell, which might have been the feeling of the elements obeying his commands.
Tu Xing was frowning to identify it when he felt a touch on his neck.
The Sultan's hands were caressing and rubbing, and compared to his palms, the neck was much thinner.
Before the other party could speak, Tu Xing took the initiative and said, "You promised me that you would let me enter the treasury to select items. Were you satisfied with the service you provided in the hot spring last time?"
There was a moment of silence, and then the Sultan's voice drifted away: "Satisfied."
There was a glint in Tu Xing's eyes, as if there was endless temptation: "Do you still want it?"
…
After a few minutes, the two men moved their positions.
Tu Xing had been here once before, the swimming pool behind the palace.
The water is clear and cold, and the smooth beige tiles under your feet feel as cool as ice.
Tu Xing could barely bear it, and this should be helpful for Sudan to refresh his mind.
The light here is brighter than in the room. There is a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the black light reflected on the water is shimmering.
On the shore, Jamila and Sarah were busy putting clothes on the wooden rack, including Tu Xing's package, and then they built a bonfire, obviously to grill food.
Tu Xing took two steps in the water and felt really cold. He also felt pain in his left hand, so he lifted his foot and hung it on the source of warmth.
The other person adjusted his sitting posture and let the other person sit on his waist, hugging him tightly.
Tu Xing raised his hand to observe. The chain swayed slowly in the water, and the gold pattern on it... faded?
He couldn't help but frown deeply, and looking at Sudan, his whole body suddenly turned purple-red, and his eyes shrank visibly.
In the blink of an eye, the eyes that were so close to me returned to their calm dark brown color.
What's going on?
Tu Xing blinked and looked at the water. Could it be the water in the pool?
Before I could confirm it, a wave of heat came up and filled my body at an unstoppable speed, strongly occupying my attention.
The gold patterns on his left hand also regained their color, becoming even faintly brighter.
This heat is not just heat.
Tu Xing felt a hand groping him eagerly, knowing his weaknesses very well and adding fuel to the fire.
It seemed that there was no need for a massage, so he took the opportunity to remind her: "Your Majesty - what you promised me before."
A vague voice said, "Seven days later."
Tu Xing couldn't help but wonder, "Seven days?"
"Yes." After this voice, a piece of wet clothes was thrown ashore, followed by the second one.
Tu Xing lowered his eyes, and at a certain moment, his brows furrowed, "Your Majesty, you used to use a small bottle."
The answer he received was the tug of the chain, with a strong force.
The Sultan said in a low voice: "I was too gentle with you before. You were not afraid of me at all. No matter where you go, you must ask for my permission."
Tu Xing frowned suddenly, feeling a sudden and intense tearing sensation, as if he was split in half.
He suppressed his cry of pain, raised the magic blade he had already grasped in his right hand, and pressed it against the other's neck.
But the next moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong, his eyelids twitched, and the thought of his murderous intention towards him was about to backfire.
But Tu Xing still increased his strength, not showing any sign of weakness: "Yes, I stay with you because I want to. Imprisonment and coercion will only push me away."
The movement suddenly stopped and the two sides looked at each other at close range.
The angle of Sudan's gaze downwards made Tu Xing realize something was wrong. When he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out?!
It doesn't hurt, but it should be failing under the backlash of the curse.
The grip loosened instantly, and the black-gold man shouted toward the shore, "Throw the lubricant bottle over here!"
The two women who were busy on the shore disappeared without a trace. After this sentence, there was no figure, only the voice, "Yes, Your Majesty."
A small bottle was thrown over immediately.
The Sultan raised his hand and caught it neatly, waving it in front of the young man twice: "Here it is." Then he nodded his neck and said, "Put it down."
Tu Xing glanced at something. Is this about the bottle now?
After hesitating for half a second, he slowly put it down. It really hurt him and he didn't like this rough way.
Maintaining relations with Sudan is just for the sake of comfort.
As soon as he put down the magic blade, he felt a huge pulling force, and the magic blade was thrown onto the shore in an instant, at the same angle as the previous clothes.
The Sultan looked him up and down, carefully touching the palms of his hands to confirm that there were no more hidden weapons, and pried open his jaw with one hand to observe the blood between his teeth.
"You're afraid of pain, yet you dare to attack me."
Tu Xing let the other party do what he wanted, his eyes lingering on the shore, and he sighed in his heart. With what he had currently mastered, he was no match for the other party in close combat.
Why can't I lend a little strength to this bit of my demonic power?
At this moment, Sudan carried the people ashore and said, "Let's eat first."
The water was flowing "gurgling" and the night wind was blowing past, so cold that I shivered.
After two or three seconds, Tu Xing felt a piece of clothing covering his back, which made him feel much better. He moved forward a little, and if he had to worry about warmth, he would have to rely on Sudan's body.
The Black Gold King's eyes moved, and the young man's hair was on his chin: "Transparent wound medicine."
Jamila: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Not long after, Tu Xing looked down and was now sitting, and smelled a strong smell of medicine.
Soon, he knew where to use it, and squeezed in a lot.
The smell of barbecue wafted in the air. Tu Xing took a bite and found it tasted good. He ate as much as he could get.
After being full, it seems that the medicine is repeated, but the next action is obviously not, and it is expanding rapidly.
Tu Xing was stunned for two seconds, and when the raging heat came back, he accepted it passively.
His eyes were blurred as he went from the shore to the water and then to the bedroom.
It seemed that nothing had changed, and the incident of leaving the garrison without permission was left unresolved, but the Sultan remembered not to be so rude.
"Your Majesty——" The next sentence he said was a plea for mercy.
"Call me Iris."
Tu Xing's consciousness was scattered, "Iris."
There was a pulling force on the ankle, and the slender white calf was hanging on the back of the dark and strong shoulders.
…
Tu Xing suddenly opened his eyes, the light became bright and dim, and his crazy memories gradually came back.
All the bones in my body seemed to be falling apart, and I was trembling faintly with extreme satisfaction.
He wanted to turn around, but the feeling on his wrist made him look up and see Cheng Cheng's shiny handcuffs, the end of the chain connected to the headboard.
Good boy, it turns out you still care about it!
He looked back with difficulty. There should be no one in the room. There were neatly folded clothes, magic blades and packages on the table.
Tu Xing frowned, "Jia Mila——"
The door to the next room opened, and a woman poked her head in. After observing, she came out and asked, "What's going on?"
I always feel that the tone is much more unfamiliar and not as warm as before.
Tu Xing said normally: "Untie the handcuffs."
Jamila said stiffly, "His Majesty orders you to stay here for seven days and not be untied. Otherwise, Sarah and I will be beheaded."
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