By decree and pro

Although Ilya was curious about why Hina left so quickly, the turning point was faster than the change of the sky in the desert, and there was no warning at all, but he also knew that staying here would bring disaster to the fish in the pond sooner or later, so it is better to leave early to ensure safety.

Ilya tiptoed to the door of the temple, opened a crack just wide enough for him to get out, and slipped away.

"Usman." Yan inserted the sword into the scabbard, laid it flat on the square wooden coffee table, and then said seriously, "It's fine if I don't like you."

"Huh?" Usman's face changed suddenly, and his heart sank even more.

Yan glanced at the ashen-faced Usman, sighed silently, and continued, "Then I won't have to eat that boring jealousy! I know that you have already cut off contact with Hina, and I also know that you have left I only saw her out of morality, and I shouldn’t be offended by emotion or reason, otherwise I would become that small-hearted person. But... I can’t control myself, I keep thinking that if I knew you earlier, I would be more angry. If I came to you early, would it mean that there will be no Hina or other favorite concubines occupying you? This kind of thought is heavy and sticky like soaked dough in my heart, and it makes me very angry When you come back to your senses, your whole body is as sour as a jar of sauerkraut."

"Yanyan..." Usman's lips parted slightly, his eyes were bright and full of emotion, he stretched his right arm around Yan's shoulder, and buried his face in his neck.

"You, what are you doing? I'm covered in sweat! It stinks." Yandu hasn't bathed yet.

"Yanyan, you don't stink at all. I love you, I love you so much." Usman repeatedly rubbed his cheeks against Yanyan's neck like a cat, and licked his collarbone with his tongue.

"Hey! Are you a cat?" Yan was tickled, "Don't lick."

"I'm wronged." Unexpectedly, Usman climbed up the pole, but complained, "Just now you said you don't like me, you don't know that at that moment I fell into an ice hole, cold and painful, limbs Paralyzed and unable to breathe..."

Yan suddenly recalled the nightmare he had a long time ago: Usman was floating under the frozen river, his silver hair flowing like moonlight.He looked at himself, his eyes full of longing, his hands were still beating the ice, as if he was asking for help... But in the end he fell down and was swallowed by the cold darkness...

The terrible dream overlapped with Usman's words now, Yan's heart was beating fast, he lifted it up, and wrapped his left hand around Usman's waist unconsciously: "What nonsense, find a sandpit in the desert and bury it!" It’s easy, but it’s hard to find a hole in the ice. Even if there are frozen noodles, they will melt in the morning sun.”

"Yanyan, I am so seriously sad, but you said you couldn't find the ice hole..." Usman was even more aggrieved, and buried his head on Yan's shoulder and said, "You are too much~"

"I've just said so much, and you just took my joke?" Yan squeezed Usman's waist, and said dissatisfiedly, "Usman, who is more exaggerated?"

"What's more, you stabbed me deeply first, and then smeared a lot of honey on the wound. Yanyan, do you treat me like a barbecue?" Usman's fingers lightly poked Yan's left chest , the slender silver eyelashes drooping slightly, and the words were coquettish and authentic, "Mmmm~~It's really bad."

Yan suddenly suffocated his breath and fell silent.

Usman became anxious and thought to himself: "Is it a little too picky? Why is Yanyan still not moving? Didn't you hit me?"

"Hey... you..." Yan's sigh was particularly lengthy, as if it had been accumulated for thousands of years, no, it was more like the smoke coming out of the crater, because it was scorching hot.

"Huh?" Usman finally looked up, and saw that Yan's black eyes were exceptionally bright, more dazzling and more focused than when he competed with Jinayali, and only himself was reflected in his dark brown eyes.

"Can you stop teasing me like this?" Yan frowned slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Usman, I'm different from you. I don't have that much experience, so I can sit still."

"Yanyan, begging for sweets with my sweetheart is a nirvana I only learned after I met you." Usman pressed his forehead against Yan's,

Smiling charmingly, eyes full of doting.

"Hmph, do you still need to eat candies? You don't even know how much honey you have smeared on your mouth... You are not afraid of killing people." Yan's face was already flushed, and he grabbed Usman's ears with both hands, forcing him to retreat. Finally, "Get out of the way first, I'm going to take a shower, I'm sweating all over my body, doesn't it smell bad to you?"

"It doesn't stink anymore, and it's not the first time I've seen you sweating profusely," Usman leaned closer to Yan with a stern face, "Look at you sweating profusely, competing with Jinayali very seriously. , Yan Yan, my dick is hard."

"You! Thank you for being able to say it!" Yanlian's chest was burning with shame, and he slapped Usman's forehead lightly, "Also, watching a fight can make you estrus, you really are hopeless! "

"I can't help it, my Yan Yan is so handsome and attractive, I can't even respond..." Usman stretched out his hand to hug Yan's waist as he spoke, and when Yan blocked him, he went to kiss Yan to suck his reddened ears, Yan shrank his neck, raised his hand to pull Usman's head away, Usman stretched out his hand to hug his waist again, and scratched his itchy flesh.

"Haha..." Yan lost his temper after being teased, and laughed from the couch to the carpet. Finally, Usman picked him up and sent him to the dormitory.

It was cold at night, and Feralas was wrapped in a soft woolen blanket, with a warming stove under his feet, curled up on the long desk that was twice the size of ordinary desks.

A large notebook was spread out in front of him, and some information about the ancient city that he found today was written with a rustling quill pen.

There are seven stars hidden in the ancient scroll. At first, he thought it was the Big Dipper, but he couldn't match the number. Because the positions of Tianshu, Tianxuan and Tianji were a little bit off, he had to look through the constellations with similar records. Drawings, one after another, finally found out in one of the oldest constellation maps, which is Corvus.

The little hook is the crow's head, and the long handle is the crow's body and tail.

The shape of the crow constellation standing guard is consistent with the symbol of the priest's tower. Feralas smells a hint of conspiracy design, but how can there be a conspiracy that has been hidden for thousands of years?This row of noodles is too big, right?And there are too many variables in the middle, how can the Priest Tower guarantee that someone will notice the Corvus after thousands of years?

That's all, Feralas shook his head, regardless of what they have or not.After finding the correct constellation, it is much more convenient to compare the hundreds of thousands of ancient cities, because the architectural layout of Xiliang ancient city is mostly related to the astrology map.

Having said that, the layout of the ancient city thousands of years ago is still different from the current map. Even with the astrology map as a guide, there is still a sense of blindness.Feralas was prepared to stay up all night and fight for a long time, but he didn't expect to find the seven ancient cities from the vast sea of ​​maps with almost no effort.

They are laid out on seven different ancient city maps. Feralas originally wanted to put them together to make it easier to see, but he didn't expect that this would be a complete map of the crow constellation. That is to say, they were originally a map, which was drawn People deliberately separated.

"But this...is too easy." I always felt that he was deliberately tempted to follow the clues, first find the correct constellation, and then piece together the map, and finally found the specific locations of the seven ancient cities corresponding to the constellation.

Should we just submit the results and let the king and queen decide whether to send someone to have a look at it, or do we talk about it after further investigation?

Feralas dared not take risks, especially where it looked like a trap.In case something happened, would he still be the prime minister?

"Then look it up again..." Feralas thought so, and marked the exact location of the constellations on the notebook. The black ink was written on the rice paper that smelled of flowers and plants. Every stroke was very delicate. Suddenly he thought of the elder priest. The sentence that mysteriously said: "It's time to turn back the notebook in my hand..."

Since he learned spells in the Priest Tower, he has used a thick and handmade notebook.At first it was to record what he had learned, but later he found that it is also good for daily reminders. Whenever anyone asks him about something, he can check it out and give accurate results.

This made him an all-knowing "know-it-all" in the Tower of Priests. No matter what was unclear, just ask him Feralas.

"Turn it back, don't I often do it?" Feralas felt that Bai Mufa was getting confused. As someone who always looks for records, it doesn't matter if he flips backwards or forwards. something to do often.

It was almost dawn, and Feralas yawned and put down the quill pen, then closed the notebook and pressed it lightly, which was his usual action to end a day's work.

Fingertips can feel the smooth and tough cowhide cover of the notebook. It is waterproof and oil-resistant. In case of an assassin or something, it can be used as a shield and a brick. It is a multi-purpose thing.

The rice paper inside is all hand-twisted and stitched by him. The page will not fall off no matter how much it is dropped. New paper goes in.

Since it's about the thickness of two slabs, this one should last about a year.

"...Bai Mufa is talking about my old notebook?" Feras thought for a while, put the notebook neatly on the table, then got up and went to the bookcase.

Looking at the long row of books arranged by year, he instinctively found the book he used when he left the priest's tower.

He held a thick stack of inner pages in his hands, pressed his fingers on the corners of the pages and began to flip through them patiently.They are all daily records, even trivial matters. Whoever gave birth to a boy and came to the Priest Tower for fortune-telling has records. Feralas finally understands why he loves to babble so much. He has recorded so many trivial things in his own hand. Can he not babble? .

From the beginning to the end, Feralas didn't see why, isn't it this book?

Feralas gathered the inside pages of the book, and wanted to put it back on the anti-corrosion wood bookcase, but he shook his hand carelessly, and the inside pages fell to the ground with a swipe.

Feralas hastily bent down to pick it up, stacking all the pages together.The order of the paper pages was obviously out of order, the front ones went to the back, the back ones went to the first page, and some were turned upside down, so the words couldn't be read.

Feralas flipped through the messy stack of papers, and suddenly froze.He hurried to the desk with the papers in his arms as if he had seen a ghost, first quickly arranged their order, and then turned them all upside down, just like looking at the words reflected in a mirror, starting from the last page, flipping through quickly .

Among the constantly jumping characters, there appeared lines of ancient Xiliang characters that only he could understand.

At that moment, Feralas' face was pale, and the blood in his body seemed to be flowing backwards. He suddenly realized that he had cast a spell on himself.

When he was about to leave the priest's tower that day and go to serve the king, he used the book as a prop to deeply hypnotize himself.

The purpose is to let oneself forget a very important thing.

And when he was thinking about this, the book had already been flipped through, and he recovered all his memories in an instant.

"It turned out to be...!" Feralas' quick thinking head seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't believe that what he was hiding was such an incredible thing.

"Feralas... look at what you have done!" Feralas cursed at himself, so excited that he couldn't stand still, and fell into the chair.

"What should I do now...how should I face Your Majesty...!" Feralas held his head, and finally angrily threw out the precious notepad, which hit the ground with a bang.

"Bai Mufa, Assailah, what you are doing...is too much...why are you so...unsympathetic to the king!" Feralas tugged at his hair in pain, hating himself for participating in such a cruel conspiracy In the middle of the day, I hated myself for waking up too late, and I didn't even have time to regret it.

The sunlight of the day shines through the window, illuminating his study room brightly.

Feralas sat motionless.The sky was getting dark again, as dark as an abyss, and gradually, a little thin light appeared in this abyss, which was the dawn glowing in the sky.

Feralas finally stood up from his chair. He walked to the notebook, looked down at it, bent down to pick it up, and patted it clean.

"I always thought that I was the king's man, but it turned out that I was still a lackey of the Priest Tower..." Feras had no expression on his face, and he was doing what he was supposed to do like a walking dead. Those Priest Towers had ordered him early in the morning things.

"But..." Feralas stopped abruptly, "There is still a queen here...Your Majesty only has 'half heart', and it is impossible to fall in love with someone, which means there is still a miracle!"

Feralas reacted instantly, "Yes! I can't just give up!"

Feralas held the notebook tightly and took a step forward. Now that his memory has come back, let's face it directly.