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He only knew that he was in a bad mood on the second day, but because of the fatigue of hunting and drunkenness, he would have dizziness, sore waist and weak legs, which may not necessarily mean that something happened with Usman.

Yan looked up from time to time to look at Usman who was sleeping on the other side of Shuangfang, but he didn't think he really didn't move at all, and he really fell asleep by the campfire.

"Damn it!" Yan cursed secretly in his heart, just now he thought that Usman was not too bad and wanted to explain himself, but he was reminded immediately - "I'm still that bad-hearted Usman, there's nothing wrong with that. "

"Dry it!" Yan's face turned red, "My drinking capacity isn't that bad, how come I don't know anything about it."

Yan once again tried to recall the details of that day, but his brain was as blank as if he had lost his memory. He sighed heavily, feeling physically and mentally exhausted, but he couldn't fall asleep at all.He reached out and stroked a bunch of white hairs on the back of Frost Fang. The hairs on this part were harder than other parts, like tiny silver needles. Yan thought: "It eats so well, even the hairs on the back are Slippery."

Just like that, Yan fell asleep in a daze, probably because Shuangya's buttocks were soft and warm.

"—Die! Usman!"

At the moment when he felt the murderous aura, Yan's consciousness was still half asleep, but years of martial arts practice made his body move faster than his head.

Someone grabbed a bronze arrow and swooped at Usman. Frostfang opened its mouth ferociously, but because it was pressed down by Usman and Yan, its movements were a bit slower.

Seeing that the cluster of arrows was about to pierce Usman's chest, Yan turned over like a swallow, and lightly crossed Shuangfang's left hand and tightly grasped the upper part of the arrow. "Crack!" The arrow snapped, and he stabbed the broken arrow into the man's abdomen without hesitation.

Hot and thick blood splashed on Yan's left hand, dripping down along the fingers, this touch made Yan wake up completely, looking at the assassin in front of him.

"Ahh..." the assassin clutched his stomach and screamed back, and finally fell to the ground unable to support himself.

"It's you?" Yan opened his eyes wide in surprise, this assassin turned out to be the young man he rescued.

Because Yan rescued him in time, Usman was unharmed, while the others were quite frightened and hid aside.

"Are you all right?" Usman stood up and asked.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, we are fine, fine." Aunt Aya probably didn't expect that there was an assassin sleeping beside her, she was so frightened that she almost fainted, and at this time she curled up with the man with the injured thigh.

"Yeah." Usman nodded, then looked at the assassin.

"Quickly tell me, who are you?!" Yan asked bluntly, he was never unreasonable when dealing with assassins.

It can be imagined that once the assassin succeeds here, Dayan will take the blame for assassinating the King of Xiliang, and Yan will not let that happen.

"Who am I..." the assassin raised his head suddenly, raised his blood-soaked hand and pointed at Usman, "Doesn't he know?!"

Yan frowned and looked at Usman: "What the hell are you doing?"

"Me? I don't know him." Usman was confused.

"Don't know me? Hehe..." The assassin seemed to be greatly stimulated. He supported the wall with one hand and the broken arrow in his abdomen with the other, and stood up unsteadily.

Both Yan and Shuangfang were prepared for another surprise attack, but the man just reached out and took off the handkerchief from his face.

This is a face that is still handsome even though it is stained with a lot of blood, especially the eyes full of resentment, black and white, like lightning strikes, making people unforgettable.

"Oh my God!" Aunt Aya exclaimed in surprise, "You, you are not injured, but I clearly saw the stone fall and hit your face..."

"With my skill, how could I be hit by a broken rock! I just don't want your majesty to recognize me." The assassin sneered.

Yan couldn't understand, Usman obviously didn't recognize him.

"You are?" Usman is still thinking in his mind. As a country of gems, Usman has to deal with many people who come and go every day. Unless he is a specific and useful person, he has no impression of other people. .

"Hehe..." the assassin laughed, his voice was extremely desolate, "I have tried so hard, but you don't even remember me! This is really a great irony. If I had known this, I should have rushed directly to your throne Kill you before!"

"Is it Wu Sang?" Usman asked suddenly.

Wu Sang took a sharp breath and grinned, but soon twisted his face because of the pain of the wound.

"When did you leave the palace?" Usman always thought he was somewhere in the harem.

Yan looked at it from the side and felt a little headache. He didn't know the details, but he didn't recognize Usman first, and he didn't even know when the other party left the palace, so he understood why the man wanted to kill him. him.

And this person kept saying that he wanted to kill Usman, but he didn't forget to use the honorific "you". What is the relationship between these two people?

But no matter what the relationship is, Usman's human nature is so cold, it is amazing.

Yan folded his arms and looked at them expressionlessly.

"How could I fall in love with someone as ruthless as you..." Wu Sang burst into tears, tears streaming down his face, sobbing, it was heart-piercing.

Yan frowned a little, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at Usman. As the person involved, Usman was not touched at all, and stood there with his hands down, looking like a heartless man.

"From the beginning to the end, you are just a pet that this king brought back from the fighting beast camp." Usman said, "Why do you want love?"

As soon as these words came out, let alone Wu Sang's eyes of resentment instantly, even Yan wanted to go up and slap Usman across the face, is this still human?

"By the way, the Beast Fighting Camp!" Yan suddenly remembered that Hua Peacock once said that there was a beast fighter who was good-looking and capable, and he was taken by the King and then taken away from the Beast Fighting Camp. Could it be him?

"Is it because you don't recognize your identity and try to cling to the powerful, but you think it's my fault? This king has never had any feelings for you, and everyone takes what they need." Usman's voice fell——

"Snapped!"

Yan slapped him.

Usman's body was crooked from the beating.

Wu Sang was dumbfounded.

"Anyway, you are the king of a country, don't treat yourself like a beast." Yan said angrily, "He really likes you, and you really hurt his heart."

Usman looked at Yan and frowned, as if he was thinking deeply.

Afterwards, he said: "But, Yanyan, you are the only one I like, and don't you hate my lying the most?"

"Usman!" Yan felt that he was playing the piano to a cow.

"Prince, you don't need to be angry. In fact, what your majesty said is correct," Wu Sang murmured, unexpectedly standing on Usman's side, "I know from the beginning to the end that your majesty doesn't love me, but It's just a joke. But I don't want to be reconciled! I always feel that I am different from others, and I can win a special place in Jun Shang's heart... But it turned out that I was too deep into the drama and wanted to make progress."

"If you want to get someone's likes, how can you go overboard?" Yan asked with a frown.

"Your Highness, I really envy you. Not only are you born noble, you are favored by the emperor, but you have never felt what it's like to be in love with someone alone."

"How could I not know...!" Yan wanted to talk about Brother Huang but stopped, he is not qualified to mention Brother Huang here, no, he is not even qualified to have a crush on Brother Huang, he is not as good as Wu Sang .

"How can you be so lucky? God is not fair." Wu Sang looked at Yan with envious and jealous eyes, "I have never seen Your Majesty treat a person with such heart. I endured and endured on the way. The better Junshang treats you, the angrier I become, but I couldn't hold back after all, and wanted to kill Junshang and then you."

Yan didn't speak, but sighed in his heart: If Usman's fickleness caused his death, then he would never let Usman go down to hell.

"You want to kill me because of love and hate. I understand you. But what about the other thieves?" Usman ignored Wu Sang's painful entanglement and entered the interrogation instead.

Yan was speechless at the side.

"They are sand bandits in the area of ​​Gefeng. You have sent troops to destroy their lair many times, and they have long hated you. They knew that I hated you, so they found me." What made Yan even more unbelievable was that this person still All recruited.

"They found you?"

"...Yes." As if unable to breathe, Wu Sang took a deep breath and continued with his head lowered, "They know that His Royal Highness is in the beast camp...you are also there, so they plan to strike at the beast camp. Then They thought about frying cannas the other day, but Frostfang found out."

Yan noticed that Wu Sang's aura was getting weaker and weaker, but he was still talking about the bandits.

"After Canna was seized, they were worried that you were aware of the assassination, so they pushed me to be the boss. Because I knew more about the beast camp and the palace, so I became their leader. Later... I fell to the ground with the explosion...I thought I would be buried here alive...I didn't expect...to meet you again."

"It was you who planned to bury explosives under the fighting beast camp, and wanted to die with me?" Usman continued to ask.

Wu Sang nodded, the corners of his mouth kept bleeding, and his ears were also bleeding.

"The king knows." Usman suddenly approached Wu Sang, looked down at him and said, "The king will remember your name."

Wu Sang moved, slipped and fell to the ground.Yan walked over and found that he was dead, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Yan, do you think his words are credible?" Usman suddenly asked in Yan language.

"What?" Yan hadn't recovered yet.

"A sand bandit can not only see through my disguise, but also accurately calculate the amount of explosives that will blow up the entire Colosseum..."

"Why, you don't believe what he said?"

"No, I don't believe those people he believes." Usman frowned, "This matter is not that simple, and we need to investigate further."

"He has done so many things," Yan still looked at the tragic death of Wu Sang, with complicated emotions, "The result is that he just wants you to remember him?"

"I won't remember him." Usman said indifferently.

"What? But you just..."

"I lied to him just now." Usman looked at Yan and said, "I can only pretend to be one person in my heart, how can I remember two people."

"Usman..." Yan was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to sympathize with Wu Sang or Usman, one was too infatuated, the other was too heartless, "You...what do I like?"

Although Wu Sang expressed envy in his words, from Yan's point of view, he and Wu Sang are no different, they are both immersed in hopeless feelings and struggling constantly.

"All." Usman's indifferent eyes finally shone, and he smiled, "I like everything about you."

For a while, Yan didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Usman smiled again: "I like both the places where you are useful and the places where you are useless."

These words reminded Yan of what Usman said before, this is how he distinguishes the people around him, useful and useless, and never needs to invest in emotion.

"How did you grow up?" Yan stared at Usman.It's like he is not alone, but a sophisticated humanoid machine, that's why his emotional intelligence is so low.

How can we only use usefulness and uselessness to distinguish a person? Isn't it about feelings between people?Friendship, love, and affection are the most important things in the world.Whether it is useful or not is not important at all.

"Huh?" Usman seemed unable to understand Yan's question.

"That's all." Yan felt that he was talking about love with a child, and he himself was also incapable of love, so how could he save Usman who knew nothing about the true feelings in the world?

"Yanyan." Usman suddenly put his arms around Yan's shoulders, hugged him and said, "Don't be disappointed with me, after getting to know you, I realized that I have a 'heart', not half of what they said. Human, half immortal, half heart'. It’s just that this king is too late to understand love, so he makes mistakes everywhere and makes you angry. This king will work hard to learn how to be a good husband.”

Yan still stayed quietly in Usman's arms and listened to the previous words, until the last sentence came out, Yan pushed Usman away and said: "You should first learn how to speak so as not to be offensive."

"Yes." Usman nodded with a smile, "I will study hard."