Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Chapter 22

The pond is full of lotus flowers, the breeze is blowing, and the pearly yarn is lightly sending bursts of lotus fragrance. Accompanied by the sound of silk and bamboo not far away, it is obviously an extremely beautiful scene, but Diarmuid feels all over his body at a certain moment. Cold.

For the heroic spirits, the time on the heroic seat is actually not difficult, because the flow of time is different to a certain extent, they have weakened their perception of time, and at least they know where they are and what they are doing.He can't imagine how obsessive it is to be alone on the Throne of Heroes, counting the time, surviving for decades without knowing where to go, and still maintaining a clear mind.

"These..." He looked around, the singer and dancer, the guards and maids not far away, at first he thought they were soldiers in the King of Conqueror's inherent enchantment, but now he found that they were completely different from them.

"It's the stone figurines that I buried with me." Many years ago, the sacrificial burial system was abolished, replaced by lifelike carved stone figurines of various colors, maids, eunuchs and guards, who took the place of the martyr and buried him in the ground forever.

It's just that he never thought that he could open his eyes again after dying of breath. The people around him all had familiar faces, but none of them had any "human" will. Just like wood and stone standing stiffly, turning into the most primitive state of stone figurines.

It took him 60 years to give them a basic "human" appearance.

This place is his leopard room, but it's not his leopard room. Downstairs is his mausoleum, where he pushed open the coffin and climbed out. Upwards is the imperial palace, the mansion of General Zhen Guo, countless houses and palaces layered on top of each other. , No matter how you walk, you can't go to the end.

Rather than saying that he is the owner of this place, it is better to say that he is a prisoner here—a prisoner who is just around the corner and planning to destroy the prison owner.

He erected a stone pillar, and asked the guards to add a short mark every day, and let the guards add a long mark every year, so far there have been 59 long marks, and after today, it will be a year old.

How ridiculous, he lived for only thirty years and one year, but after his death, he enjoyed 60 years of immortality, his face remained unchanged, and he would continue without any accidents. The water passed through the dead silence without a trace.

Even, he no longer dreamed of the smoke billowing in the northwest and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

It's not giving up, but turning despair and resentment into a deeper sword, which has been polished and sharpened over the years, and turned into a more dangerous appearance.

Kyogokuhiko smacked his lips, feeling that Diarmuid's eyes mixed with subtle pity made him feel itchy hands.

"In 60 years..." Diarmuid suddenly thought of a possibility, "Holy Grail War?"

"I guess so." Jing Jiyan showed a clear smile, "So I did a little experiment." Thanks to his ancestors who are keen on alchemy and metaphysics, immortality, and the former dynasty Thanks to the efforts of countless predecessors in the previous dynasty, countless classics have been collected for him to use for entertainment during the past 60 years, and they can be used for reference when needed.

Diarmuid didn't ask him what experiment he had done, but changed the subject and said, "Didn't you say you want to try my skills?"

Kyogokuhiko squinted at him, threw the last handful of fish food in his hand into the pond, got up and said, "Go this way."

It was still painted vermilion on the Jiuqu Huiqiao, and the maid at the bridge head held a small basin for His Majesty to wash his hands after feeding the fish, and took off his crimson crane cloak.

The martial arts arena was well-built, Nobuhiko Kyogoku took out a long knife and weighed it, raised his head and smiled and said: "Please." At this moment, his face showed a bit of air, and he seemed to be in a relationship with that arrogant young man in a daze. Some coincidences are similar.

Diarmuid looked carefully at the knife in the young man's hand. It had a straight spine and a slightly curved blade. It had a thick back and a thin blade with a slightly longer handle. It could be held with one hand or with both hands, although it was a standard weapon he had never seen before. , rich combat experience can also clearly tell him the power of this weapon.

A red long spear appeared in his hand, and a spear flower flicked out from his wrist, and he attacked it lightly with his footsteps.

The spearmen's attack was swift and swift, and His Majesty did not rush to block with his sword. The boring situation of nearly 60 years was enough for him to perfect his own moves and half-styles. At least he honed it from the royal education. For those who have been on the battlefield, their reaction before the battle is much better than what Diarmuid expected.

The red shadow on the tip of the gun flickered, and it collided with the shining silver knife to make a sharp sound. The young man's combat power was beyond imagination. It was completely unimaginable that he was the same person as the weak young master. Lu Muduo's anger also slowly rose.

"I won't be merciful in the future." He smiled, his eyes showed a gorgeous gilt color under the burning of fighting spirit, and his high spirits showed an insolent fighting spirit.

The love mole bestowed by the fairy under the corner of the eye is even more confusing when coated with a layer of madness. The dexterous and powerful figure is unreservedly reflected in Kyogokuhiko's eyes. The two figures intertwine and separate again. Slashing his cheeks, the blade rubbed against Diarmuid's chest, blood mixed with sweat, mixed with an aura full of masculine tension.

His cheeks were tingling slightly, and Kyogokuhiko hadn't felt this kind of real pain for a long time. The golden-eyed knight's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and there was an unconscious frenzied smile on the corner of his mouth. The more he fought, the more dazzling and hurried he was. And the scorching breath seemed to ring in his ears, Kyogokuhiko lightly licked the blood flowing to the corner of his mouth, not at all surprised that his mouth was dry.

Violence and sex are always inseparable. His Majesty felt that he was aroused by the fierce battle and had no sense of shame. He swung the long knife and slammed it on him, and the sharp light of the knife swayed down like rain. , Diarmuid's eyes lit up.

The metal collided together and made a harsh friction sound. Diarmuid, who was immersed in the battle, did not notice that the opponent's eyes looking at him had changed. The excessive heat was automatically understood by him as provocation. And treacherous, no longer left behind.

Wanting to win, wanting to win, he seems to have returned to his carefree youth, the weapon in his hand has no extra meaning attached, the weapon is a weapon, and the battle is just for victory, his steps are brisk as if he has wings , has been trying his best to go up, and then up, his throat is dry, longing for the sweetness of the fruit of victory, everything is gone, leaving only the dazzling knife light in front of him, and those provocative eyes.

Kyogokuhiko swung his sword to resist the knight's increasingly fierce attack. He did not deny that he was at a disadvantage to a certain extent. No matter how diligent the pampered emperor was in practicing martial arts, it would be difficult to surpass Di, who had been hunted down for 16 years in actual combat. Lu Muduo, it's just that this battle was too exciting, as if it brought him back to the grassland battlefield decades ago, the smoke was billowing with the smell of blood in his breath, so he couldn't bear to end it for a while.

Arms began to numb, and their steps gradually became unsteady. This time they fought until the sky was full of stars. The ground that was smooth not long ago was covered with gullies and ravines made by knives and guns. In the midst of extreme excitement, after panting and staring face to face for a long time, Kyogokuhiko threw the knife away, waved his hand and said, "No more." The cold knife fell back into the scabbard, still buzzing With a beep, the silence was restored.

Diarmuid put his spear back, watched Kyogokuhiko tucking the hem of his clothes into his belt, sat down on the ground with his legs spread out, and waved to him with half-closed eyes, "Come and sit with me for a while."

The young man's pale cheeks were stained crimson due to strenuous exercise, which made the short neck on the purple collar extremely white. The big and round cat eyes when he was a teenager became narrow and long with age, and the tails of the eyes were dizzy. The peach-colored Feihong is no longer like a delicate cat but a dangerous tiger and leopard. Sitting on the ground with no manners at all, she is full of extravagance, and Diarmuid is honest with a touch of her fingertips. sat beside him.

"Let's chat with me for a while." The majesty who was very satisfied with the beating also softened, shook the sweat from his head and looked up at the stars in the sky, smiling gently and harmlessly.

"What do you want to talk about?" Diarmuid asked, imitating his posture and raising his head, the moon was not seen but the stars, after trying to identify a few failures, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and looked at the arrangement of the stars more carefully .

"Don't look at it." Kyogokuhiko said, "It's not the stars hanging here." He nodded at the sky, smiling somewhat complacently and helplessly, "It's the night pearl."

Large and small luminous pearls of various colors adorn the black dome, which was designed by Kyogokuhiko on a whim. It was just a small room, but it has become the whole sky here.But he really didn't know where the light in the daytime came from, but thanks to the black and white transformation, he would not collapse in the illusion of time stagnation.

The sky is full of stars, and there are countless luminous pearls. Even Diarmuid can't help but marvel at its value. Although the Celts prefer gold and gemstones, a luminous stone is also valuable.

"Like it?" Kyogokuhiko glanced at him sideways, stretched out his hand and tapped it lightly, and a round bead slowly fell from the dome, exuding a soft and warm light golden brilliance, and with the turning of the fingertips, the luster brightened and darkened, very nice.

Every plant and tree here is under Kyogokuhiko's control, and picking up the stars and exploring the moon as time goes by is just a matter of his thought.

"Very beautiful." Diarmuid said, his eyes were pure appreciation, like the color of a night pearl, clean and warm.

"I think so too." Jing Jiyan smiled, his eyebrows crooked, and he let go of Ye Mingzhu to return to the sky. "Gold is rare, but it would be better if it is red gold." He looked into Diarmuid's eyes when he spoke, There was still a bit of fighting intent in the rich gold in those eyes, vaguely causing some kind of flame that had been extinguished due to exhaustion to flare up again.

The overly hot eyes made Diarmuid instinctively feel a little uneasiness, subconsciously looked around, his body tensed slightly, and he could jump up suddenly in a second.

Like a beautiful leopard.Kyogokuhiko lowered his eyes to hide a touch of desire, and made a small calculation in his heart.The word "treat yourself badly" has never been included in His Majesty's dictionary, and he will do whatever he can to get what he likes before talking about it.

"I've wanted to ask for a long time, what is this?" He waved the command spell on the back of his hand at Diarmuid. There should have been three lines, but one on his hand has completely faded and only a few traces are left. If you don't notice it carefully, you will even ignore it.

"This is the command spell...an order issued through the command spell cannot be violated." Diarmuid moved his eyes away, suppressing the sudden depression in his heart. The command spell was a nightmare for him, so much so that he Still can't let go.

Kyogokuhiko touched the marks on the back of his hand and asked enthusiastically, "Can any order be accepted?"

"Any order." Diarmuid's eyes flashed darkly, and he restrained his desire to get up and attack. The Command Seal made him feel threatened. Being ordered to commit suicide by the Command Seal twice in a row is definitely not a good record.

"Really?" Kyogokuhiko thought for a while, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth that made him feel a little ominous.

"Order it with a curse, come here and give me a kiss."

The honey-golden eyes instantly widened in astonishment, reflecting the face of the young man who was getting closer and closer, as well as the evil taste in the black eyes that was about to spill out.