The ordinary face in the line of sight gradually reveals a gorgeous outline, and the helplessness and panic permeated by those ancient oriental eyes greatly satisfied Horn's desire for control. He took a step forward, but the notification sound of the communicator It sounded out of time at this moment, and Horn turned his head slightly, limited by the flickering expression of his thief, the next second, the sound of tearing the field came through the air.
"You can't steal anything."
After a few movements, the thief who had already hung himself upside down on the wall with one foot frowned, and the newly changed container covered his real appearance again. The false sound instrument in his hand had been blown up by Horn. Just now , Chao Deng used this kind of micro-machine that can imitate various timbres and sounding positions to forge the sound of the Anderson Royal Signal. He once copied it from Anolan's communicator: "The Fifth Prince is the most difficult thing I have ever seen. The person who stole it, there is no flaw in the whole body, is it really only A-level?"
After failing once, it would not be so easy to trap the highly vigilant prey, and his original purpose was not to catch people.
Even though the secret of this level has been touched, Horn's expression remains the same, his blue eyes are quietly watching the thief who seems to be malicious, and suddenly stretches out his first smile since they met this time: "Come here One point, I'll tell you."
The thief's expression of ease froze on his face, his hands moved, and the tips of his ears turned red. Horn clearly saw Chao Deng bit his lower lip, turned over and fled the scene.
Ok
The young man with pale blond hair stared at the direction the other party was leaving, and hilariously put away his abnormally strong space.
Actually... shy.
The moon has already set in the west, and the sisters and sisters in the special service industry in some streets of Fei Leng Cui are showing off to solicit business. Chao Deng, who wandered around, bought a bunch of roasted wings of exotic animals with the Seven Star Coins he found, and the rest The three-star coin was exchanged for beer. He has a physique that blushes when drinking, and he can easily look like he is drunk. After eating and drinking, he feels that it is almost time. Chaodeng is excited in his heart, and he returns to the rented small with a dazed face. villa.
The painter's room glowed with warm colors in the light rainy night, tilting the ground like flowing water, like a lonely lighthouse waiting for a ship on the black sea, the footsteps towards the light stopped outside Joe's room, he brewed for a while, and moved at his feet Crooked, and slammed into the door panel.
"Hiss...! It hurts..."
Rubbing his head towards the lamp, he squinted his eyes to see the house number, but because the door suddenly opened from the inside, he fell into the arms of the person inside. The tall and thin young man with brown hair and brown eyes seemed a little surprised, While staying with him, he quietly led him into the house for a few minutes. Qiao looked at the bewildered gaze of the upward facing lamp and asked timidly, "What's wrong with you?"
"Joe?" He glanced at him in a daze toward the lamp, and then wanted to stand up: "I'm a little dizzy, please help me back to the room."
"Drunk?"
"No, no, I can't get drunk..." He said, and the two brothers hooked Joe's shoulders nicely: "I said, I'm so happy to see him today!"
The arm holding him tightened unconsciously, feeling his face being lifted slowly, and blinking towards the light.
"Who did you see?"
"I didn't tell you..."
Before he finished speaking, the pupils of the young man on the opposite side jumped from ordinary brown to clear and moist green, and the pale golden hair gently swept across Chaodeng's face as the young man lowered his head, looking at the black eyes staring blankly at himself. Thief, Horn scratched his nose in a good mood: "Who did you see?"
"..."
Damn it, she lost her vest and is not good at all, how should she act like this.
Imagine the lines that best suit the current role positioning... Unexpected! Play stupid and sweet first!
"...how are you here... Joe?"
Good question, really on point!
Horn didn't speak, and after a while, he completely avoided the question, and asked softly with a cello-like voice: "Why did you run away?" He pinched the thief's sharp jaw, and touched his face through the disguise layer: "Didn't you say like me?"
The drunk in his arms had flushed cheeks, and stared at him with glistening eyes. After a while, he heard Chaodeng muttering softly.
"If you don't escape, you will be put in prison. You issued the arrest warrant..."
"I'm going to be imprisoned now too," Horn's eyes gradually softened, his strength increased, and the pain caused Chaodeng's tears to well up in the corners of his eyes to almost fall: "Are you afraid?"
Without the expected sweet answer, that person suddenly laughed, and gradually, his voice became louder. He seemed to be really drunk, and he was particularly absent-minded when facing his own threats.
"Being so unguarded will make me want to bully you..." Horn put his other hand on his lips, he thought for a moment, turned Chao Deng's face to face himself, and lowered his voice as if coaxing: " Show me what you look like, and I won't catch you, okay?"
"not good."
The young man with pale blond hair continued to tease him: "Then what do you want?"
"Think you like me."
[Love is worth two and a half stars. ]
[Is it great? To hold or not to hold? Cool or not? ]
[General. ]
[…]
The wet pupils of the person on the opposite side are filled with warm light, the pupils are black and bright, like ink painting, Horn tried hard to ignore his abnormal heart palpitations, but he couldn't help mobilizing his ability in his hand, almost brutally destroying the morning light. The Yi container with the lamp hidden behind his ear, and immediately after, he felt that his breathing stopped.
[Hate is worth one star. ]
[…]
[Stupid? ]
[…]
His face exposed to saturated light is as beautiful as a painting. He has an unforgettable face, with slightly raised eye tails and deeper eyebrows than ordinary people. His supposedly gloomy and ghostly appearance looks lingering because of the soft facial lines Gorgeous, Horn looked at Chaodeng with flowers on his lips with a complex expression, and his eyes wandered over his dark eyes.
It is this face, this eternal, casual and damn seductive expression, the ambiguous shadows that lingered countless times in his childhood dreams, those most secret and unspeakable longings are all related to this person, and he will never forget it all his life. He couldn't remember the picture he dreamed of when he was still childish for the first time, he was longing for a person who had died long ago, and he even fell into frenzy and pain for this.
What is deeper than love is the heart-to-heart betrayal of the other party. Horn Anderson in the dream tried every means, but in the end he failed to keep his warbler. The average life span of an interstellar person is two hundred years old, and he was omnipotent a hundred years ago The king, who lived only one hundred and fifty years old, burned not only his sincere emotions, but also his life.
"Have you seen it?" Chao Deng unconsciously raised his face: "Like me?"
"dislike."
"..."
Die, heretic.
The young man with pale blond hair raised his eyes faintly, and slowly put on the container for him with his own hands. The moment the skin touched, the latter flinched impatiently, pink grew on the white and greasy neck, and Horn's movements stopped for an instant , licked that piece of skin as if bewitched, Chao Deng felt the possessive force on his neck, he felt numb from head to toe, his hand was held and kneaded by Horn, the tip of the other's tongue Also leave the delicate skin on the neck to hold the earlobe.
The thief who was shackled in the arms of the green-eyed young man kept struggling until the latter licked his dark eyes in an extremely slow and erotic way.
Thin whimpers came from his mouth, Horn was stunned for a moment, realizing what Chao Deng's reaction meant, he felt his blood rushing up, he barely controlled himself to let go of the extremely sensitive body of the person in his arms, grabbed the bath towel and Into the bathroom.
The sound of splashing water continued, and when he calmed down and opened the door, he found that Chaodeng had fallen asleep on the floor of his room, the easel and the canvas full of oil paint were silent behind him, the thief lying on the carpet The eyelashes were long, and the black slightly curled lines were densely woven into one piece. Horn bent over and carefully picked him up, and at the same time put on the Yi container for him, covering up the beauty that shouldn't exist.
Before leaving, he glanced at the uncovered oil painting, remembering the expression on the painting when he looked at the lamp tonight, and kissed the other person's forehead happily.
He will probably never know that the beauty imprisoned on the throne was created on a whim in the name of painting a portrait.
The rain and snow have just stopped, and the warm winter sun is falling on the emerald streets and alleys. You can feel the kiss of the sun in your sleep, stretching towards the lamp and slowly turning over from the bed.
Glancing at the time, he went through the changed clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When his hair was half dry, the hair dryer in Chao Deng's hand suddenly burst out small sparks. He reacted quickly and threw the hair dryer away. Coming out of the blower on the ground, he unplugged the power and touched his half-wet hair, then walked lazily towards the light to Joe's door.
I can't help it, I'll soak you even if the hair blows, don't take advantage of the bastard.
After knocking on the door, a brown-haired young man with paint on his face soon poked his head out from his room: "Chao Deng?"
"My hair dryer is broken." He scratched his hair a little embarrassedly: "Can I borrow yours?"
Of course Joe let him into the room.
"Didn't I cause you any trouble after being drunk yesterday?"
After blowing his hair, he stayed in the painter's room with the lamp in his direction. Joe was flipping through the painting album. When he heard him say something, he stopped, shook his head gently and said, "No, it's not troublesome."
"Fortunately, fortunately," Chaodeng sat next to the young man with a grin, and looked at his album curiously. Seeing this, the other party pushed the antique book with an oak white cover towards him: "I don't know anything when I'm drunk. Remember, it’s fine if you’re not crazy.”
Joe opened his mouth, and the semi-transparent LCD screen floating in the room floated over their heads. After seeing the content being pushed on it, his eyes flickered towards the lights. After a while, he raised his eyebrows.
No wonder…
That's why I feel unreasonable.
"... This dinner will select an engagement partner of the right age. I believe that most of the people in the universe will be very excited. After all, the other party is the male god of the whole universe," the host with light makeup on the screen said with a pretty smile: "I sincerely wish the fifth prince to find a lover who will accompany him for life and have a happy and happy marriage."
Chao Deng and Qiao looked at each other, and the former seemed to have not calmed down. When the next news started to play, Chao Deng murmured in disbelief: "Horn... want to get married?!"
Although Anderson is undoubtedly the supreme royal family, he still has to rely on various means to win over relations with other empires: trade, diplomacy, and the most stable and effective marriage. The marriage of a prince usually involves more than love, and the financial power struggle behind it is like a canyon. The undercurrent is swift and secretive. As the fifth prince of this generation, Horn does not marry the princess of a certain empire when only the eldest prince is married. Instead, he chooses his sweetheart through a grand party. Has been drawn into a family struggle, and on the surface, Horn is on the wrong side.
"Is it weird?"
"It's super weird," Chao Deng stared at the screen, "He's obviously only twenty-five years old...!"
Because of being forced to get married, Horn met him outside the art exhibition, and then confirmed the authenticity of his relationship with his original appearance after he was drunk. He had always wondered why he had come in person after contacting him through the identity of a painter. In the previous meeting, in fact, from the beginning to the end, he was being played by this person.
Horn pretends to be a painter to get to know himself, and after knowing his feelings, he starts to get him deeper and deeper, telling his friends about his secret love, and his ambiguous behavior when facing the person he likes... Instead of looking for someone from the vast crowd If you don't know the details of the marriage partner, it's better to choose the one you like the most. Even if he didn't tell Joe that he likes Horn, the other party must have a way to make him appear at the concubine selection dinner. The reason is that he exploded for no reason this morning. The hair dryer, which Horn must have tampered with in order to ensure that he came to see the news.
He always thought that the other party's actions were an instinctive reaction to the trend of love. Now it seems that there is a reason behind everything Horn does.
There is actually someone more whore than him! Can you bear it? He endured it.
"I'm leaving first," Chao Deng put down the album, and smiled habitually: "I'll come to play with you next time."
Although he looked calm, the unnatural tremors in his eyes and voice revealed his thoughts from time to time.
The young man with warm hair nodded slightly to him, and Joe kept a gentle look until he left.
Without the system's prompt, he would probably be deceived by this person's meek and plain disguise, what a troublesome brat.
In the following time, as the news spread to all over the world, the temporary population of Fei Leng Cui increased rapidly. Even if Anderson's fifth prince only possessed A-level genes, his appearance, conversation, and status in the cabinet were as light as he could be. Born with a noble surname, countless big men in the alliance line up to marry their offspring to him, and there are many young and beautiful girls who yearn to climb the branches overnight. On the appointed day, Anderson's ancient and solemn castle gathered the The light of the world, the skirts of the girls brushed over the luxurious carpet of the palace, and the carnival colors gradually rose amidst the brilliant lights.
Anolan stood alone in an inconspicuous corner, his sea-like deep and peaceful eyes glanced at Horn in the crowd, the young man treated everyone gracefully and decently, and at the same time seemed indescribably alienated and noble, almost Among the four princes, he has a pretty good relationship with Horn. It's not that he never thought of helping him, but it was their father, the most authoritative and irresistible existence in the entire universe, who ordered the dinner for Horn.
As he was thinking about someone walking past him, Anolan's expression changed slightly, leaving only the tall and thin figure of the other person in his field of vision, the thin ends of hair, and the white porcelain-like skin on his neck.
Can't go wrong.
This kind of feeling... this kind of strong and unsympathetic feeling, only that person made him have—
"... towards the lamp."
The boy whose name was being read turned his head and squinted at him with dark eyes. Many people had already noticed this place. There seemed to be thousands of lights in the place he passed by. Anolan subconsciously stepped forward and grabbed it. His hands, with smooth skin and slender finger skeletons, were exactly the same as the thief who stole the necklace on Krum that day.
[Love is worth three stars. ]
Looking up at Chao Deng, the tear mole on his left eyelid was like a shrunken flower. The blond-haired and blue-eyed Third Prince held his hand tightly without saying a word.
"Third brother, thank you for bringing my friend over."
An elegant and seductive voice fell into his ears, and he lowered his head towards the lamp, and saw that his hand was shaking with Horne's. Anolan's expression was blurred beside him, his handsome eyebrows were buried in the shadow of blond hair, surrounded by well-dressed The crowd lowered their voices and whispered, Horn nodded to Anolan and dragged him towards the center of the dinner party.
"The charm is good, the thief and the third brother can be caught."
Horn held his hand very hard, he seemed to recall some bad experience, and the strong malice made Chaodeng's voice tremble: "I didn't..."
"Does it hurt you?" The light-blond young man hugged him intimately, but the words he said were extremely cruel: "It's not enough, I'm going to make you very, very hurt."
[Hate is worth one and a half stars. ]
"Horn..." Chao Deng frowned and looked at him. The countless beauties in the audience were all inferior to this man. No one chased his Ying Ying, his indifferent and reserved third brother, with obsessive and longing eyes. No matter how noble they are, the eldest princes, fathers, mothers, and princesses who have tripped him up and caused this banquet, no matter how noble they are, would willingly kneel at Ying's feet. This person is so terrifying. The magic power: "Is it okay if you pull me like this?"
"..."
"Everyone has seen it, the person you are pulling is not a nobleman, and has no background," Chao Deng whispered, "Is it okay?"
of course not.
They all love you, they all want to talk to you, they try their best to leave a little image in your mind, but you can only be my caged bird, this should be... What a wonderful crime.
As soon as the words were finished, the light-blond young man proved his decision to him with practical actions. He gently raised his head towards the lamp, and covered his lips with extreme tenderness. The tips of their tongues were closely intertwined. , a strong and domineering aura completely enveloped him, there was no malice in Horn's kiss, and the hatred he had bred before had dissipated just now, Chaodeng obediently hooked the back of his neck, his pale and delicate arms rested on the huge branch Under the crystal chandelier, there were fragrant silhouettes, and the blue-blue carved velvet carpet with gold borders spread to the endless distance under the feet of the two people, and the entire palace was shrouded in an unprecedented inexplicable emotion.
"This is the princess I chose," after the kiss, the fifth prince in the center of the field embraced Chaodeng's waist, and put the engagement ring on his finger in front of everyone. The ring of the Anderson royal family was originally designed Endowed with the characteristic that it cannot be removed once worn, the beauty that made the audience crazy now completely belongs to Horn Anderson: "We will get married in the next lunar month."
The moonlight is like cool water, and the highest point of Anderson Palace is enough to overlook every street in Fei Leng Cui. The fireworks in winter explode like distant thunder, and the girl walking with her mother rolls up on the snow-covered streets with tiny space power. Back to the scarf blown away by the wind, the beautiful woman in the dark alleyway has red lips and black hair, watching every passerby tenderly.
"Isn't it interesting?" Horn shook the beer can with one hand, propped his head with the other and looked towards the lamp: "Looking down from a high place, you can find many kinds of life."
"Including mine?"
"No, don't look, you are the most special one," Horn said with a smile, "You are my life."
You are the life I want most.
In a trance, someone's voice broke through the sea of time, and the handsome boy with black hair and black eyes was like a star of 20 billion light years, stumbling, riding his horse and whipping his whip, passing through the grand expanse of snow.
"Then shouldn't I be thankful?"
He smiled at the lamp and lowered his eyes.
Sure enough... it was a person.
The fragrance of beer lingered in the air, and the huge space opened up drove away all the wind and snow, and Horn's cello-like elegant and bewitching voice fell on my ears.
"Want a story? About that book of poems."
"...?"
"What is written on it is not a real poem. It is an obscure history book, which records the past that the founder of the Anderson Dynasty most wanted to conceal."
Wow, the secret history of the court.
There was a sound towards the lamp.
"In the deep summer of a hundred years ago, Horn Anderson, who had nothing at that time, met the only lover in his life, a very beautiful young boy, who accompanied Horn to fight for the latter's ideal kingdom until the old days. The young hero ascended to the throne and became the overlord of the universe."
"Just when Horn thought that the beauty of the country and the beauty could finally live a stable and happy life, his beloved lover betrayed him and got mixed up with other people, and there was no room for change of heart. The lover said, He no longer has feelings for Horn, and the reason why he didn't leave completely is because he is still obsessed with Horn's power and wealth."
"..."
Money worship, it makes sense, try it next time.
"Horn imprisoned him in a huge treasure room in a rage. The king said, since you like gold coins and precious stones so much, you will be happy with them forever, right?"
"..."
Suddenly, I don't want to try it anymore, Keke.
"Horn's lover, because he is good at escaping and hiding, and has an incomparably beautiful appearance, was nicknamed Yingying by him."
The young man with pale blond hair had a light tone, and the pupils of the person listening to the story in front of him shrank slightly for an instant.
"You guessed your lover's name, right? Chao Deng."