A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"what--!!!"

Garland, who had just relaxed his tense nerves, was caught so coldly, and howled when he was frightened.

If his wrist wasn't caught by the opponent and could not stand up, he might have jumped up.

Looking closely, and facing the golden eyes, Garland suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, it was scary and scary.

Garland, thinking about it, was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Wasn't he seeing all of this man with his dagger holding his hand just now? He wouldn’t guess what he was doing? !

"what are you doing?"

The young man's voice was quite hoarse during the voice-changing period, and it was even more hoarse at the moment. The voice was frost-like, making it uncomfortable to listen to.

The guilty Garland was choked by that voice.

"I didn't do anything, I'll pick it up for you"

As soon as Galland stammered half of his words, Huimus interrupted him roughly.

"I ask you, what are you doing yourself?"

The teenager asked, panting violently.

He was so muddled just now that he suddenly heard two consecutive noises, firstly the crunchy sound of falling metal appliances, and then a crackling sound.

When he awakened, when he opened his eyes, he just saw Gallan slap his face like a wind.

He stared at the bright red fingerprints on the half of the child's face, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

"This and that"

Gallan choked for a moment and suddenly blessed his soul.

"I, I'm here to apologize, that, didn't I hit you accidentally yesterday?" He whispered, "Look, I also slapped myself. Don't be mad at me, okay?"

Garlan said, but also reached out and touched the face of Huimusi, where he had been beaten last time.

Heimos pursed his lips and said nothing.

The child who was kneeling beside him had golden eyes, watery eyes, and looked at him like that, his eyes reflected his shadow, his red cheeks still had reddish finger prints, and the soft little hand touched His face.

Looking at him with his eyes, coaxing his small appearance, even the heart of iron can't help but feel soft.

The teenager looked away.

"I know what idea you are playing."

"Ah?"

Garland panicked.

I really just froze for a while and thought in my heart, I really didn't plan to do anything to you--

Just when Gallan couldn't panic, he heard Huimos go on.

He turned his face away, not looking at Gallan, and said in a harsh tone.

"You go out with this face, everyone will think that I did to you-don't you have this idea?"

Garland: ""

Panting.

"No, you can rest assured, I will explain clearly." He quickly said, "And everybody sees that you are sick like this, it is impossible for me to be rude, right? Ah-right."

He patronized nervousness and almost forgot. The guy in front of him was still ill and had to hurry to call someone over.

"Wait, I will call someone now."

Garlan said, and would get up. But he didn't get up in the end. Rhys did not let go, but instead tightened his fingers violently, tightening his wrists tighter, and the pain was so hard that Gallan almost shouted.

"No" The boy with a flushed face couldn't even say a complete sentence. He gasped for a few breaths before saying the next two words, "Need!"

The first criterion for survival in a slum is to never allow others to see how weak they are. It is equivalent to exposing your fragile throat to others, and then being seized by others to bite off.

Weak people do not get the slightest pity, it only makes people more contempt.

This has become the survival criterion of Huimus, even if he later returned to his family, even if it was his biological parents, he never showed the slightest weakness.

Now, at the thought of seeing his weak look by this kid, he was inexplicably agitated.

"Why? You are sick."

"Long word!" The brain was faint, and his eyes began to blur. Heimus's lips tightened, his face stubborn, and Garlan's wrist was clenched tightly.

"No need, no need!"

His mind was in a trance, and he didn't know the power of control. He tightened Gallan's fingers and squeezed hard.

"I get it! Got it--let it go!"

Gallan, who was so painful in the corners of his mouth, desperately wanted to break apart Huimus's fingers, and he felt his wrist was about to break.

"I don't call people, you let go!"

Hearing Garland say no more to call people, Huimos let go of Garlan's hand, confused.

At first glance, Gallan, good guy, his wrists turned into bluish purple all over, like a bracelet around it. If Heimus didn't know the importance and put some effort on it, I'm afraid his wrist would really be broken.

He carefully moved his body back a bit, in case Huimus suddenly caught him again, and then whispered.

"If you don't call me, I can't move you to bed by myself."

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"You don't care," Huimus said intermittently, "you go back to your room"

He gasped while speaking.

Even lying on the ground, it was dizzy, and the scenery in front of me seemed to be distorted, and there seemed to be fire burning in my body, as if to burn all his blood.

"You go back!"

He barely squeezed a few words from his throat.

The child he drove seemed to be in a daze for a while, then he got up and ran out quickly.

Seeing that the child's back disappeared at the door, he drove away, but Huimos somehow felt empty.

He took a deep breath and drove away the feeling of loss in his heart, closed his eyes, and then gritted his teeth hard, wanting to support his body from the ground. But he was so weak now, he just raised his head slightly, and then fell again in the next second.

He lay on the ground with his face up, only to feel that his entire body was empty, he couldn't make any effort with it, and the whole person was almost unconscious.

A beam of moonlight fell on his flushed face. He lay on the ground, staring blankly at the white crescent moon on the dark night sky.

He seemed to have returned a long time ago. At that time, he was lying in the trash pit, alone, surrounded by empty, dead silence, only the dark moon in the dark sky accompanied him.

He closed his eyes slowly.

Flap pop.

What is the sound, from far and near.

The teenager opened his eyes, and the face of the child he thought had left appeared in his sight again, and a small hand stretched out to reach his forehead.

The cold thing covered his forehead, and the coolness penetrated into the hot skin, relieving the heat of the head.

Garland put a damp cloth on his forehead and touched it on his cheek again. His fingers were soft and cool, and he felt very comfortable. When that little hand left, Huimus showed a subtle sense of loss in his heart.

He looked up at Garland.

The child knelt beside him and looked at him with open eyes.

On the small face with a big slap, the eyes are big and bright.

Those golden eyes, obviously in the dark night, were as bright as a pair of little golden suns. It glowed in the dark, and somehow it was so unforgettable that even the bright moon in the night sky became the background of the phantom.

Garland lowered his head and pulled it out of his waist, and pulled out a small white medicine jar.

Fortunately, when he sneaked in, he thought that there was no medicine in Heimos. He simply brought the ointment that the doctor left to him and told the maid to wipe him every day.

Now, this guy, Huimos, doesn’t know what’s going on. He doesn’t want him to call someone, and he can’t really be left alone. In case it really burns out, it’s rounded up and he’s killed. Yes.

He didn't carry this pot.

Gallan rubbed his hands. Just now he ran out to find his hands outside the stream and washed his hands. By the way, he ripped a piece of cloth from his body and got it wet.

How to wipe the medicine for the patient if the hands are not cleaned? It would be terrible if bacteria get into the wound.

He thought as he smeared ointments on the scars of Huimus.

Unexpectedly, in his life, he actually had a day to personally help his dead enemy apply medicine.

Hey, I hope that good intentions will bring good rewards. The guy like Heymuss thinks he has helped him today, and he can let himself go.

With such a broken thought in his heart, Gallan, who was devoted to helping him to apply the ointment, did not find it at all. The teenager lying on the ground opened his eyes somehow and looked at him quietly for a while. Eyes closed again.

After the application of the medicine, the half of the small medicine jar was almost empty, and the Garlans were tired enough.

He wiped the sweat that had oozed from his forehead, and looked up to Huimus. The teenager lay quietly on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

He reached for the wet cloth resting on Huimus's forehead, and the wet cloth was no longer cool, with some warmth. He put a hand on Heimos's forehead for a moment, and felt that Heimos's forehead no longer seemed to be as hot as he had at first, and his face was not so red anymore.

The boy closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes dropped, and a shallow shadow fell on the honey-colored cheeks. Gallan looked at this familiar and a little strange face, without the coldness and evil spirit in his memory, with a little childishness, at this moment, it seemed very quiet.

Gallan thought, he was really stunned just now.

The boy in front of him at the moment was only twelve or three years old, and he was just a child.

Even Huimus, who will be called the “evil” in the future, never used any vile and dangerous means against him when he fought for the throne. Even if Heimus killed him, but every time, it was after defeating him decently.

And he just wanted to kill a sick child

If he did that, wouldn’t he be more vicious than the so-called ‘evil’?

Forget it, don't think about it.

Anyway, it has been decided not to **** that throne in this life.

Shaking his head vigorously, throwing out the messy things in his head, Gallan got up, ran to the bed and hugged the thin blanket on the bed, and then covered him.

He knelt down next to him, and patted the covered blanket like a child. After the photoshoot, his face showed a satisfied look.

"I help you so much, you will repay me in the future."

The reward is very simple, just don't kill me.

Gallan finished speaking to the sleeping teenager so quietly, and looked at the sky, almost at midnight. He quickly got up and ran quickly.

It was just that when Gallan ran away, he didn't notice. The eyes of the teenager he thought fell a little open.

The shadow of the slender eyelashes fell into the gap between Huimus's eyes, making it difficult for him to see the eyes of the child's back.

It wasn't until Garlan's back disappeared under the night sky that Huimos sat up slowly, and the blanket covering him slipped from him.

The body is still a little hot, but those areas where the medicine was rubbed are cold, and the pain is relieved a little.

Heimos lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he raised his hand and pressed his fingertip to his forehead.

There seemed to be a little residual temperature left by the little white hand.