A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In the night sky of the moon, the fine silver light shone to the ground.

Even the creek that surrounds the attic in the sky is covered with a light silver light, like moonlight flowing in the stream.

The alcoholic taste smokes people, and the eyes of everyone at the banquet have been confused.

Perhaps it was because he drank a little more tonight, and Gallan felt that his cheeks were slightly hot.

A little hot.

He thought, looking at the intertwined scenes around him, suddenly it was a bit boring.

So, while everyone didn't pay attention, he said to the maid who was with him, he left the banquet and planned to go to a place where there were few people.

However, Garland did not notice. When he got up and left quietly, Heimus, who had kept his eyes still on him, was silent for a while, and ended the conversation with a general who also returned from the Northland Corps.

He raised his head and drank a glass of wine, snapped it on the table case.

Because the jade wine glass was cracked too hard with a crack, it stood pitifully on the table, as if it would break apart anytime, anywhere.

And its owner had already got up and left the banquet hall.

Half of this sky loft is suspended and exposed to the starry sky, while the other half is sloping ladder-like, with the first-level buildings stacked on top of each other.

All kinds of rare trees and flowers are mixed among them. After clever cooperation, it looks like a three-dimensional garden at a glance.

Garland walked up the first-grade cyan stone steps, past the green trees on both sides.

Occasionally, a small stream flows down the stone wall on the other side.

The layers of the pavilion Gongyu were thrown under his feet with his footsteps, and the cool wind at night blew over, setting off the teenager's bright blonde hair in the dark night.

He didn't choose a place deliberately, but just walked up the steps as he wanted.

There were many bifurcations along the stone steps along the way, and he chose one randomly.

Occasionally stopped, when he looked back, he was already standing in mid-air, and when looking down, he could see that the huge platform protruding below was brightly lit, and the banquet was still going on, looking much smaller. People come and go on it.

At the end of the stone steps, he was already standing in one of the lofts at the top of the sky loft.

It was a small building made of snow-white stones, with winding patterns and delicate carvings in the hollows. A white stone platform hangs in the air and extends out.

Standing here, looking around, the whole magnificent and magnificent palace has a panoramic view.

You can even see the small half of the king's city, and the countless houses in which the scattered light spots are like the starlight in the night sky.

Looking down at the ground below, Garland let out a long breath.

The cool night breeze swept over his slightly hot cheeks, the coolness penetrated into the hot skin, and the empty feeling in front of him made him feel a lot more comfortable.

Looking down at the endless land, it seemed that his chest had also widened.

The teenager sat on the dark blue stone bench in this small loft, his face blowing in the wind comfortably, looking at the earth.

Looking at it, unconsciously, he slowly lay on the cold stone table and fell asleep in a daze.

...

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The drizzling rain fell from the night sky and hit the bushes, making a rustling noise.

Late at night, rainy night, there is no moonlight, starlight, but the lights are bright.

The lights hung on the stone pillars on both sides illuminated the rainy night.

The winding stone steps seem to see no end.

He stumbled upward, and the warm liquid dripped from his forehead, adding a touch of red to the corners of his eyes.

He breathed quickly, his chest unable to breathe as if it would burst anytime, anywhere.

The lungs were twitching, so painful that they couldn't breathe.

The tiny rain hit his head, letting the golden forehead wet against his pale cheeks.

His lips were as pale as his skin tone, so cold that there was no temperature.

It's so cold.

he thinks.

It was cold and tired, and his limbs were heavy like stones.

A heavy gasp made his lungs burst.

He wanted to stop just like that, lie down directly on the wet stone steps, rest well, and never move again.

However, it cannot be stopped.

Can't stop.

……fast……

............Flee away...

Stumbled up, and suddenly, the stone steps winding upwards came to an end.

Has reached the highest point, in front of a palace loft protruding outward.

In the dark night, the snow-colored attic was dazzling at this moment, just like his pale and extreme face reflected in the light.

There is no way.

He opened his eyes and stared at the snow-white building.

The brain is blank.

It was the sound of the long sword falling on the stone ground in his hand.

This time, this is the end.

He walked into the attic absently, standing on the outwardly extending white stone platform, and he looked down at the majestic palace below.

In the dark night, through the hazy rain curtain, he could only see the dotted lights shining on the earth.

He stood here, looking down at the ground, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The icy little rain fell on his pale face and slipped off his cheeks.

Like tears from the corner of his eyes.

Suddenly, a heavy footstep sounded behind him.

He turned back sharply.

And just the moment he turned around, a big brown hand stretched out suddenly and grabbed his throat.

Breathing.

The black hair wetted by the rain was affixed to the brown forehead, and the water droplets oozing from the tip of the hair dripped along the tip of the nose.

The golden eyes under the black hair stared straight at him.

The long, young man looked at him, with a fierce light, like a hungry wolf who had eaten away.

Even in the rain curtain, there seemed to be a hot flame burning in those cold eyes.

Those eyes, at a glance, are shocking.

auzw.com The fingers holding his throat tightened a little.

He began to be unable to breathe.

The painful suffocation made his pale face blush a little.

The hand pinched his throat and slowly lifted it upwards.

He did his best to stand on his feet and support his body gradually off the ground.

However, as the arm was raised, his feet were forced off the ground.

The dark-haired young man grabbed his throat with one right hand and lifted him up high.

His hands were desperately clutching the opponent's wrist, but he was so exhausted that he couldn't make the opponent feel a little threat.

The man was like this, holding him a few steps forward.

His eyes widened sharply, and the fingers holding his opponent's wrist jerked violently.

The man took a few steps forward and stood on the edge of the outwardly extending Baishi platform.

And he was held up by the man with his throat pinched, and his whole body was just like this, hanging over the platform.

There was nothing under my feet.

His face flushed because of lack of oxygen, his lips opened, and he wanted to say something, but his throat was so stiff that he couldn't make a sound.

The wind blew past, and his suspended body was slightly shaken by the wind.

At his feet, it is aloft.

When it falls, it will crush its bones.

The fear of falling from the sky at any time left his brain blank at this moment, he could not think of anything, just staring blankly at the man who lifted himself out of the platform.

His pupils were trembling with fear at this moment.

And those golden eyes that he looked at had nothing but coldness.

Then, the hand that pinched his neck was released.

He fell from the sky.

The wind roared past his ears.

He held out his hand but couldn't catch anything.

The fine raindrops wet his face and blur his eyes. The only thing he could see was the cold, unwavering look of the man standing on the platform looking down on him.

Very terrifying eyes.

He closed his eyes.

At the next moment, with a dull bang, his consciousness completely fell into darkness in the pain of the whole body breaking apart.

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Just now the clear night sky suddenly began to drizzle. When Heimus followed Galland's footsteps to the highest loft, he saw a stone table lying in the open loft. Galland on the sky.

In Bai Shi's attic, the teenager was lying on a black and cyan stone table, as if he had fallen asleep.

The light seemed to be scattered on the dark stone table with bright blond hair shining, and occasionally a breeze blew through, blowing a ray of gold wire, brushing the teenager's cheek.

It was raining, and there was a little coolness in the air. Huimus pulled off the dark cloak behind him and put it on Gallan who slept there.

Then he sat down on the stone bench next to it.

At this moment his eyes were almost straight and greedily looking at the face of the sleeping teenager.

A strand of blond hair was blown up by the wind and fell from Garlan's nose.

Heimos reached out his hand subconsciously, lifted the strand of gold with his fingertips, and pulled it behind that fair ear.

After that, his hand was never retracted, and he gently stroked the young man's blushing cheeks.

Then, move down a little bit.

In the end, the four slender slender fingers gently rested on Gallan's side neck, and the thumb pressed against the slightly opened lips.

A slightly thin cocoon and a rough rough fingertip gently stroked the soft lips, and then, again, stroked to make the lips slightly reddened.

As long as you lean over and bow your head, you can kiss the soft lips of the teenager.

But Huimos did not move, even if his eyes were full of desire, he did not do so. In the case of Gallan know nothing, his character makes him disdain to do such a thing.

So, he gently stroked Gallan's lips, waiting patiently for Gallan to wake up.

The wolf has infinite patience while ambushing for prey.

In order not to surprise his prey, it will lurk in the dark jungle, waiting for a long, long time.

…………

It didn't take long for the teenager's eyelashes to move a little, and then he opened his eyes.

Blinked.

Saw Huimus.

Blink again.

The eyes widened suddenly, and Gallan stood up and stood up, as if greatly frightened, he took two steps back, almost backing onto the protruding platform.

The cape on him fell under the stone bench with a snap.

Huimus? !

Finally, struggling to wake up from the nightmare of the previous life, Garland hadn't had time to breathe a sigh of relief. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar face that was just in his dream.

Scared that he jumped up at once.

Garlan felt at the moment that his heart was about to break through his chest.

He stood stiffly and looked around. The familiar scenery caused his pupils to shrink sharply.

I just walked up a little bit and didn't pay attention. Now I woke up and realized it.

This place, this place, and, late at night with sparse drizzle...

This extremely familiar and terrifying scenery...

...

He actually came to this place where Heimus was killed in the second world!

And just now, why did Heimus put his hand on his neck when he woke up?

That movement, that gesture, as soon as the finger tightened, Huimos' hand could pinch his throat.

Just like in a dream.

Garland glanced back. He stood on the protruding platform and took a few steps back. Below is the sky.

A second glance at Heimus, standing in front of him, the golden red eyes that almost coincided with the dream stared at him without blinking.

With a panic in his heart, Gallan took a sip of water, and he felt his legs were a little soft...

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