A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

I didn't know that the child who was picked up by him and put it on the rock was happily muttering in his heart. Heimos knelt on one knee, half kneeled in front of the child, and held the child's left foot with one hand.

He wore dark boots, and this kid was different. He wore sandals with only a thin sole, and white slender straps were wrapped around the child's calf.

Unlike his dark brown complexion, the child's skin is very white, shining in the sun, and white as if glowing. The skin was delicate again, so when I fell to the ground just now, my legs shoved a few green marks on the stones, and they looked conspicuous on the white lotus-like legs.

Heimus saw that the ankle he was holding was indeed slightly swollen. He squeezed it lightly, not daring to use too much force. Although the two of them are children with little difference in age, this child is too delicate compared to him, and the skin can be squeezed out of the impression. He is really worried that a little effort will make the child thin. Ankle is pinched off.

The little feet he held in his hands jittered, obviously painful, but soon he could not bear to move, and he didn't hear the child crying for pain, still sitting obediently. As he looked up, his big golden amber eyes blinked, his eyes brightly glancing at him.

He has seen so many children who are so accustomed to keeping abreast of words and start to make troubles. It is really the first time such a clever one.

Huimus thought.

If a child is so obedient and obedient, he will not be bothered by seeing the kid.

At the moment, Heimus, who had a good impression of Garland, did not know at all.

The child glanced at him shiningly because he was so happy to see him in a half-kneeling position before him.

If he knew what Garland was thinking, he would have turned his face immediately.

Garland looked down at the young man squatting under his feet. While he was happy, he couldn't help feeling.

In his memory, he and Huimos are rivals.

Heimus is a terrible guy, but also an extremely arrogant guy. Even before Brother Camos, who was king, and even the idol, he had never seen Huimus lower his head.

Heimus hated him so much that he could feel that the man who looked at him was always extremely malicious and terribly cold, like a side dog staring at its prey in the shadow anytime, anywhere. As long as he showed a little flaw, he would rush to bite his flesh, mercilessly.

The two of them had hardly been alone, and each time they met, they were surrounded by their respective subordinates. They were alert to each other and looked at each other from afar.

So, at this moment, being so close to this person, and this person is still kneeling in front of him, makes him feel very incredible.

Garland always felt that this person, let alone kneel in front of him like this, even if he nodded slightly in front of him, that would only happen when dreaming.

So, is he dreaming now?

Thinking deeply about this very likely question, Gallan suddenly heard the other person say something.

"Does it hurt?"

Although the voice of the juvenile voice change period is hoarse and unpleasant, the tone is gentle.

Upon hearing this gentle tone, Garland suddenly covered himself with excitement, only to feel the cold hairs all over his body.

No no no-this is not right-

This is so wrong!

His mortal enemy should be a guy like a greedy hungry wolf, biting a person without tearing a large chunk of flesh to die.

His mortal enemies should be like a vulture like a venerable vulture. The eyeballs must be reported. Those who have offended him will be hated by him. They will never give up if they don’t toss each other to death.

His mortal enemy is a guy as vicious and vicious as a viper—

Not afraid to tell people a joke, when Garlan was reborn for the first time, the first time he met the guy's eyes, he was shocked. At that time, the clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat, his legs were a little soft, and he didn't take a step back.

The man's eyes were terrible, so terrible that he could tremble with a look.

Garland felt that it was not a person who looked at him, but a brutal devil crawling out of hell.

He couldn't describe the eyes of the adult Heymus, he only knew that when staring at the man, it was like being stared at by the icy vertical pupil of a highly venomous king cobra, like a bone gangrene , That cold feeling can almost seep into the bones.

Gallan’s power is much weaker than Huimus, but the reason why he can stand for more than ten years in the confrontation with Huimus, there is an important reason in addition to King Camos’ partial help. That's why Huimus has a bad reputation.

Although Huimos made a lot of warfare, but among ordinary people, he is known as the "evil ghost". Garland is the opposite. His reputation is much better among ordinary people and neutral ministers. Most people want him to succeed, because they prefer the benevolent king to the bloodthirsty king.

It is almost well known that the temper of this'evil ghost' prince is notoriously violent, and there are countless people who died in his hands. The dead man's anger seems to have penetrated into his bones, making him laugh even It's always very dark. There are even rumors that he ate the enemy's flesh and blood. This kind of rumors secretly circulated among the people, making people creepy.

Whether the rumor is true or not is not known. However, Gallan once saw Hyimus cut off the limbs of a person who assassinated him, and finally he broke his heart. The man's head was cut off in a scream. At that time, blood spurting from the man's broken head was splashed on Huimus's smiling face, and Galan saw it, and Huimus squinted with a happy smile, with blood on his cheeks. The gloomy golden-red eyes made the dark red tone look strange to the extreme.

Perhaps from that time onwards, Gallan had a feeling that he could never win this person.

The man's eyes flashed the fierce light of cold-blooded animals all the time, with a **** grudge, and an unspeakable twist.

No matter how many times he was respawned, every time Garlan met the sullen golden eyes, he felt cold and numb.

After all-how should he as a normal person fight against a guy who is obviously psychopathic!

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Thinking of the vicious perverted man in my memory, looking at this young man crouching in front of him and gently pinching his feet to ask him whether it hurts or not

Garland clutched a heart that he couldn't bear, feeling that he was probably a wrong person, maybe the teenager just looked a little like Heimus.

but

He looked at the teenager before him uncertainly.

Those eyes are not wrong, even if he can't remember the person's appearance, he will never forget the eyes that stared at his golden red eyes fiercely every time he killed him.

The man's pupil was almost fiercely imprinted in his memory, and he would never admit that person's eyes.

Garland thought so, looking down at Huimus holding his hand, and suddenly felt that there was something wrong.

Heimos's hand was holding his ankle, and the contrast between the two's skin tones was particularly striking.

The teenager's fingers were very long, and his brown brown fingers were pressed against his white ankles, black and white, and Garlan stared at the contrast of skin tones, which became more and more strange.

its not right.

He thought, he remembered that his complexion was not so white at all.

Although as a younger brother, he naturally raised his respects from an early age, but somehow his skin has always been very rough, not even comparable to Huimus.

Okay, just as a child's skin is relatively tender, and it gets worse when he grows up, but even if his skin tone is not as dark brown as that of Heimus, it can be said to be light brown, but why now Looks so white?

"It's not a big problem."

Garlan was still thinking about what was going on, and he heard Heimus speak to him. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Huimus stood up and reached out to him, watching the movement, as if he wanted to lift him off the rock.

At the thought of being hugged by this dead enemy again, Galland suddenly stood upright.

Unwilling to be held down by a dead enemy, he had too little time to think about it, and he jumped on himself, hoping that he could bear it with a little pain, but he didn't expect the child's body to be so painful.

As soon as the sprained foot fell to the ground, there was a burst of tingling. He didn't stand firm, and when he was crooked, he bumped his head into the arms of the teenager standing in front of him.

Heimus wanted to reach out and hug the child off the rock. The child who was born out of nowhere knew what he was thinking, but he jumped down as soon as he raised his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned over and fell to him.

He had taken a subconscious step backwards because of the sudden jump of the child, and before he stood firm, he was hit by the fallen child again.

He was only a 12-year-old child, and he didn't stabilize his body at once, and the whole person fell backwards.

As a result, Garland knocked down Huimus.

Reims hugged Gallan in a reflective hug.

Then the two fell into a ball and slammed into the tree trunk beside them.

Garland: ""

The price that I don't want to let my enemies take him down is to fall into a ball with his own enemies.

When the reaction came, Garland found himself pressing on Huimus, and one of his hands was just pressed against Huimus' neck.

The heart that was penetrated not so long ago violently pained at this moment.

At this moment, he almost instinctively tightened his fingers and clasped the other's throat.

Just put more effort.

Tighten this person's throat tightly.

In this way, if you cut off this man's neck-

The child's fingers were tightened abruptly, and suddenly the brown hand came over and pressed on Gallan's hand, which was still going to be hard.

Gallan's heart snapped and she immediately released her finger.

He looked nervously at Huimos, fearing that his intention had been seen by him.

But fortunately he was still young. Heymus thought he was only afraid because he was conscious of what he wanted to grasp, so he didn't care too much. He just patted his hand comfortingly, beckoning him not to be afraid.

Gallan's heart lifted down.

He slowly released his hand and sat up.

He lowered his head, and his fluffy blond hair covered his face, making it difficult to see the look of his eyes at the moment.