A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 87. Chapter 87

When the moon is the night sky, the fine silver light casts the splendor of the place.

Even the stream surrounding the loft in the sky was covered with a light silver light, like moonlight flowing in the stream.

The wine is so savory, everyone at the banquet has already taken a bit of confusion.

Perhaps because tonight’s wine was a little too much, Garlan felt that his cheeks were also slightly hot.

A little hot.

He thought, looking at the scrambled scenes around him, he suddenly felt a little bored.

So, while everyone was not paying attention, he said to the maid beside him, he left the banquet, planning to go to a place with few people to get some air.

It’s just that Gallan didn’t notice. When he got up and left quietly, Huimos, who had been keeping the corner of his eye on him, was silent for a while, and ended the conversation with a certain general who had also returned from the Northland Legion.

He raised his head and drank a glass of wine, slapped it, and knocked the glass on the table.

Because of too much force, the jade glass cracked with a crack, and stood pitifully on the table, as if it would crack completely anytime and anywhere.

And its owner had already got up and left the banquet hall.

One half of this aerial loft is suspended in the air, exposed under the stars, and the other half is in the form of a sloping staircase, with first-class buildings stacked on top of each other, overlapping upwards.

Various rare trees, flowers and plants are mixed in it, and after clever cooperation, it looks like a three-dimensional garden at first glance.

Garlan walked up the first grade cyan stone steps, past the verdant trees on both sides.

Occasionally, there will be a small stream flowing down the other side of the rock wall.

Layers of pavilions and palaces were thrown by him with his footsteps, and the cool night wind blew over, setting off the youth’s bright blond hair in the dark night.

He didn’t choose any place deliberately, but just walked up the steps as he pleased.

There were many bifurcations in the stone steps along the way, and he chose one at random.

He stopped occasionally. When he looked back, he was already standing in the air. When he looked down, he could see that the huge platform protruding below was brightly lit, the banquet was still going on, and it looked much smaller. People come and go on it.

At the end of the stone steps, he was already standing in one of the several attics at the highest point of the sky attic.

It was a small building made of snow-white stones with winding patterns and delicate carvings at the hollows. A white stone platform is suspended in the air and extends outward.

Standing here, looking around, the whole magnificent palace has a panoramic view.

Even in the lesser half of the city, among the countless houses, the scattered light spots resembled the stars in the night sky.

Looking down on the ground below, Garlan let out a long breath.

The cool night breeze passed over his slightly hot cheeks, the coolness penetrated into the hot skin, and the empty feeling in front of him made him feel a lot more comfortable.

Looking down at the endless ground, it seemed that his chest was also widened.

The young man sat on the black and cyan stone bench in this small attic, blew the wind comfortably, looking at the earth.

Looking at it, before not knowing it, he slowly lay on the cold stone table and fell asleep in a daze.

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The patter of rain fell from the night sky and hit the bushes with a rustling sound.

Late at night, rainy night, there is no moonlight or starlight, but the lights are bright.

The lights hanging on the stone pillars on both sides illuminate this rainy night.

The stone steps winding upward, as if there is no end in sight.

He staggered upwards, and the warm liquid dripped from his forehead, adding a bright red to the corner of his eyes.

He was breathing quickly, his breathless chest seemed to explode anytime and anywhere.

The lungs were twitching, and the pain was too painful to breathe.

The little rain hit his head, making the golden forehead wet against his pale cheeks.

His lips were as pale as the skin tone, and they were so cold that they didn’t have any temperature.

It’s cold.

he thinks.

It was cold and tired, and his limbs were as heavy as rocks, and they were extremely heavy when moved.

The heavy gasp made his lungs burst open.

He wanted to stop just like that, lie down directly on the wet stone steps, rest well, and never move again.

However, it cannot be stopped.

Can’t stop.

……quick……

…………Run away……

Climbing up staggeringly, suddenly, the winding stone steps came to an end.

Already at the highest point, in front of you is a palace attic protruding outwards.

In the dark night, the snow-colored attic was dazzlingly white at this moment, just like his extremely pale face reflected in the light.

There is no way.

He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the snow-white buildings.

My mind is completely blank.

Pata, that was the sound of the long sword in his hand falling on the stone ground.

This time, that’s it.

He walked into the attic blankly, standing on the extended white stone platform, and he looked down at the majestic palace below.

In the dark night, through the hazy rain curtain, he could only see the stars and lights shining on the earth.

He stood here, looking down at the earth, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The cold little rain fell on his pale face and slid down his side cheeks.

It was like a tear from the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, a heavy footstep sounded behind him.

He looked back abruptly.

And as soon as he turned his head, a big brown hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his throat.

Suffocated breathing.

The black hair drenched by the rain stuck wet on his brown forehead, and the water droplets from the tips of the hair dripped down the stiff nose.

The golden-red eyes under the black hair stared at him directly.

The slender young man looked at him with fierce eyes, like a hungry wolf choosing people to eat.

Even in the rain curtain, there seemed to be a hot flame burning in those cold pupils.

Those eyes are shocking at a glance.

The fingers holding his throat tightened a little bit.

He couldn’t breathe.

The painful suffocation made his pale face flushed a little bit.

The hand pinched his throat and slowly lifted it upwards.

He did his best to stand on tiptoe to support his body that was gradually leaving the ground.

However, as that arm was raised, his foot was forced to leave the ground.

The black-haired young man pinched his throat with one right hand and lifted him up high.

His hands desperately grasped the opponent’s wrists, but he was exhausted and could not make the opponent feel any threat.

That man just walked forward, holding him up.

His eyes widened suddenly, and the fingers holding the opponent’s wrist shook violently.

The man took a few steps forward and stood on the edge of the white stone platform extending outward.

And he was lifted by the man pinching his throat, and his whole body was just like that, hanging out of the platform.

There was nothing underfoot.

His face was flushed from lack of oxygen, and his lips opened, trying to say something, but his throat was strangled so hard that he couldn’t make a sound.

The wind passed by, and his suspended body was slightly shaken in the air by the wind.

Under his feet, there is a great sky.

If you fall, you will be crushed to pieces.

The fear of falling from the sky at any time made his mind go blank at this moment. He couldn’t think of anything, just staring blankly at the man who lifted himself to the outside of the platform.

His pupils trembled violently from fear at this moment.

And the golden-red eyes that stared at him had nothing but gloom.

Then, the hand holding his neck loosened.

He fell from a high altitude.

The wind whizzed past his ears.

He stretched out his hand, but couldn’t catch anything.

The raindrops wetted his face and blurred his eyes. The only thing he could see was the cold, unwavering eyes of the man standing on the platform looking down at him.

Very terrifying eyes.

He closed his eyes.

The next moment, with a dull loud bang, his consciousness plunged into darkness in the pain of his whole body shattering.

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The night sky, which was still clear just now, suddenly started to rain. When Himos followed Garland to the highest loft, what he saw was a stone table lying in the open loft. Garland on the top.

In Baishi’s attic, the boy was lying on the black and blue stone table, as if he had fallen asleep.

The bright blonde hair, which seemed to be shining in the light, was scattered on the dark stone table, and occasionally a breeze blew by, blowing a strand of gold silk across the boy’s cheeks.

It was raining, and there was a bit of coolness in the air, and Huimos pulled off the dark cloak behind him, and put it on Garland, who was lying there sleeping soundly.

Then he sat down on the stone bench next to him.

His eyes at this moment were almost straightforward, greedily looking at the face of the sleeping teenager.

A strand of blond hair was blown by the wind and fell from the tip of Garlan’s nose.

Huimos subconsciously stretched out his hand, picked up the strand of gold with his fingertips, and pulled it behind the white ear.

After that, he never took his hand back, and gently stroked the boy’s flushed cheeks.

Then, move down a little bit.

In the end, the four slender fingers with distinct joints lightly rested on Garlan’s side neck, while the thumb was pressed on the slightly opened lips.

The slightly thin and rough finger pads gently stroked the soft lips, and then, after strokes, the lips were slightly red.

Just bend over and lower your head a little, and you can kiss the soft lips of the boy.

But Huimos did not move, even if his eyes were full of desire, he did not do so. When Gallan knew nothing, his character made him disdain to do such a thing.

Therefore, he just gently stroked Garlan’s lips, waiting patiently for Garlan to wake up.

While waiting for prey in ambush, wolves have infinite patience.

In order not to scare away its prey, it will lurch in the dark jungle and wait a long, long time.

…………

Before long, the boy’s eyelashes moved slightly, and then he opened his eyes.

Blinked.

Saw Huimos.

Blinked again.

Those eyes suddenly widened, and Garlan got up and stood up, and took two steps back as if he had been greatly frightened, almost retreating to the protruding platform.

The cloak draped on him fell under the stone bench with a snap.

Huimos? !

After struggling to wake up from the nightmare of the previous life, Gallan didn’t have time to breathe a sigh of relief. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar face that was still in the dream appearing in front of him.

He was so scared that he jumped up all at once.

At that moment, Gallan felt that his heart was about to break through his chest.

He stood stiffly and looked around. The familiar scenery made his pupils shrink sharply.

I was a little bit drunk and walked up without paying attention. Now I woke up, I was surprised.

This place, this place, and the late night with sparse drizzle…

This very familiar and frightening scenery…

…

He actually unknowingly walked to the place where the second life was killed by Huimos!

And just now, why did Heimos put his hand on his neck when he woke up?

That movement, that gesture, as long as the fingers tightened, Huimos’ hand could pinch his throat.

Just like in a dream.

Garlan glanced back. He stood on the protruding platform, and then backed a few steps, and the sky below was ten thousand feet high.

He took another look at Hiemos, standing in front of him, the golden-red eyes that almost coincided with the dream, staring at him unblinkingly.

Garlan swallowed with a panic in his heart. He felt that his legs were a little soft…

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The place where the little prince hit the street for the second time~~