The male protagonist is blackening: Raiders, please be careful

Chapter 121 The Empire and the Rose (44)
"Is this iron..."

The fingertips lightly touched the sharp sword tip, and it hurt.Shar held the sharp weapon in his hand, swung it hard, and chopped off a section of the wooden table corner, and then compared it to He Jing.

"Don't point at me──" He Jing lifted his palms lightly and took a step back, "Do you want to murder your own uncle?"

"Sargon even killed the emperor..." While teasing him, Shar let the iron sword slide into the scabbard.

He Jing pouted, "You are heartless, you are much more ruthless than your brother."

With a slight smile, the man pressed the cold scabbard to his face, feeling cold.

"I brought it from Meroe," Hejing continued, seeing the man laughing, "the Kushites (that is, the ruling dynasty of Nubia in the 8th century BC) recently wanted to move their capital from Napata to Mairoe." Roy, it's known as the land of gold...and there are rich iron ore."

"That's why Kush is eyeing Egypt now."

"How do you know?" He Jing was a little surprised.

"If I were them, I would think like this..." After a pause, the man still said casually:
"Whether it's Assyria or Egypt... Those who have no ambition can only be conquered in the end."

"You are the most ambitious man." He Jing spread his hands and wrote lightly.

"Don't you have it?"

The two uncles and nephews have the blood of the fighting nation, and they are the conquerors chosen by the God of War Marduk──
"If I had it too, I wouldn't be here." He Jing burst out laughing, "Actually, besides war and conquest, men have many other pleasures."

Other fun?

A pair of obsidian-like eyes flashed into his mind──
Heh, it seems that I am really a little mad, why do I only care about this person?
"Who are you thinking about?"

When Dou came back to his senses, he saw a magnified face similar to his own.

Hejing's nose touched his.

"Thinking about 'her'?"

The cynical expression is really annoying.

"The taste of bean sprouts...is it good too?" The words he said deliberately leaned closer, and just fell on his ears.

"I remember that you used to like plump and plump women."

"Go away."

The iron sword unsheathed at some unknown time, and quietly touched He Jing's neck, as long as he got closer, blood could be seen.

"It's so uncute!" Withdrawing her hand, He Jing muttered while touching her neck.

"Your Highness—"

Shutis was calling loudly.

The man stood up from his seat with a "chuckle", which frightened He Jing for a moment.

what happened?
The reckless man got into the tent, sweating profusely and said:
"One of the horses is missing! She—and the kid are gone!"

"哢哒" is the sound made when the palm suddenly grasps the iron.

The man leaves his seat.

But the back robe was grabbed—
"She's just a plaything, what a pity to run away."

Sitting on the soft rug, looking up at the man—he is of similar blood, body shape, and appearance to himself, but they are two completely different individuals.

Shar's face was gloomy and frightening. He lowered his head and glanced, and Hejing unconsciously let go of his hand.

"Prepare the horse—"

Xiutis ran out to lead the horse.

Not even willing to say a word more than necessary, the man flicked the curtain of the tent and turned directly out.

　Happy New Years Eve!ok~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)