The concubine in the medicine pot is charming again, and the sick and tyrant obediently confesses 338 Rather than turning against each other, why not forget each other?
338 Rather than turning against each other, why not forget each other?
Lausanne Lake, Chaolu City.
"Diya, even if Sang Qing knows that you took me out of the royal city, as long as he doesn't have conclusive evidence, he can't attack you and Wu Ribu. But if you stay with me all the time, Sang Qing's people will always
The evidence will be found one day."
In the temporary residence, Garuda once again stopped Diya who was about to go out, and said in a serious tone.
He is very aware of his current situation. He is a fugitive and a sinner who intends to kill his father and usurp the throne. Anyone who is with him may be dragged down by him.
They were in Bamul before, which was completely the territory of the Lions, and Sang Qing's people were everywhere.
So he acquiesced to Dia's help and asked her to protect his safety along the way.
But now they have broken through the Lake Lausanne defense line and successfully entered the Lake Lausanne plain where there are many small towns. His people got the news immediately and came to Lu City to join him.
Therefore, he already has the ability to protect himself. If he drags down Dia and Uribu again, he will have uneasy conscience.
"Garuda, you are too naive..."
Dia looked into Garuda's eyes and sighed in front of him for the first time.
"What do you mean……"
Garuda frowned and looked at Dia with a deeper look.
"Do you think Sang Qing will let me go if I leave you now?" Diya looked at the drizzle outside the window, her eyes cold and empty: "You just don't want to owe me, because you are afraid that you will rely on me.
The word "love" took advantage of me and made my conscience uneasy."
Garuda was speechless. He didn't know what he was thinking before, but when Dia said this, he seemed to understand it all of a sudden.
That's right, he doesn't want to owe Dia...
Even though he had walked all the way from the Royal City, he already owed her so much.
In fact, if Dia had not kissed him that day, and if their relationship had always been the relationship between the third prince of the royal court and the Holy Maiden of Uribu, then he would not have been so resistant to Dia's help...
Because there is no relationship between the third prince and the saint, but there is between Garuda and Dia.
Dia likes him, and no matter how slow or stupid he is, he can still tell.
And what about him?
Does he have a clear conscience?
No, he has a guilty conscience...
It's just that his current situation and identity don't allow him to think about anything other than dealing with Sang Qing, saving his mother's clan, and rescuing his mother.
And if he can't accomplish all the above, what qualifications does he have to stand in front of Dia?
Is it just because of his status as a fugitive and a loser?
Is he, who is like clay, worthy of dragging Dia, who is like clouds, down from the altar?
He didn't know what Dia thought, but he knew he didn't deserve it.
Only when he stood up from the mud and broke out into a world of his own again, was he qualified to say love to Dia.
So he doesn't want to be protected by Dia anymore, and he doesn't want to waste Dia's feelings for him on this kind of thing...
"Garuda, you didn't take advantage of me, and you didn't let me down. You don't need to apologize to me, because you will soon know that besides feelings, I actually have other purposes for helping you."
Dia's eyes reflected the grass and raindrops. She knew that it was cruel for her to speak like this, but instead of waiting until the truth was revealed to confess, it was better to prepare Garuda mentally as early as possible.
Hearing this, Garuda obviously wanted to say something to her, but the waiter who had been waiting for her obviously couldn't wait any longer.
Glancing sideways at Garuda who was in deep thought because of her words, she finally left with the waiter.
Love has many paths to choose from, including vigorous love, mutual support, turning against each other...or forgetting each other in the world.
The first three are very beautiful. Even if they hate each other, they are still proof of their greatness.
But she and Garuda were not the same person, they were destined to be together from the day they were born.
She didn't want to turn against him, so the best outcome was probably to forget about each other.
"Holy, Holy Son?"
Getting on his horse, Xiao Yi felt that his eyes were probably as big as two copper bells at this moment.
No, aren't you the emperor of Dayan? Aren't you the lord of the mortal world? Aren't you that extraterritorial killer Tumi?
how?
Do you have another identity?
According to Xiao Yi's understanding of the thirty-six tribes of Beiyi, except for the princes and princesses in the royal court of Beiyi, the other tribes only have radicals, sons of radicals and daughters of radicals.
As for the one who can have the title of Holy Son and Saint Daughter, the only one in Beiyi who serves the God of Beiyi and is known as the source of the Thirty-six Tribes, and whose status is even higher than that of the Lion Tribe, is the Wuri Tribe.
There is a high priest in the Wuri tribe, and under the high priest there is a saint son and a saint girl. Nowadays, the talents of the Wuri tribe are withering, and the position of the high priest has been vacant for a long time. The actual person in charge is the saint Diya, who can inherit the Uri tribe at any time.
The position of High Priest of Japan...
But does Wuribe have a holy son?
Why has he never heard of it?
If Feng Wuyan is really the holy son of the Wuri tribe, then aren't he and the saint a relative?
Xiao Yi's mind was spinning in circles. Not only today, he felt that he had been spinning in circles every day since he came to Beiyi...
However, it was not the time to ask questions on the road, so he could only follow Feng Wuyan and Xiao Xiruo, and the five of them headed towards their destination towards Lucheng.
Chaolu City is not big, and is one of a dozen small cities adjacent to the Bamul Grassland near Lausanne Lake.
However, Chaolu means stone, so it is actually a very simple stone city. Even among the dozens of small towns, it is still very inconspicuous.
Therefore, it is indeed a good choice for Garuda and others to hide here.
"Chaolu City is not far from the checkpoint you came out of. We only need to repair in Bayi City overnight, and we can meet up with Her Majesty the Saint at noon tomorrow."
Langya said to Feng Wuyan quite excitedly.
They said goodbye three years ago, and this was the first time he saw each other. Others didn't know the situation of His Royal Highness, but the core servants of their Wuri tribe knew about it.
Because His Royal Highness the Son of God is the only one who has succeeded in the secret art, he is a true genius, and he has surpassed those No. 1 warriors of the Northern Yi by countless ways.
It can be said that for the entire Wuri tribe, the symbolic significance of His Royal Highness the Son is even greater than that of the saint who leads them now.
Including the reason why they successfully rescued the third prince this time and avoided the pursuing soldiers of the royal court, it was also because of the handiwork of the man in front of them.
Faced with Langya's earnestness, Feng Wuyan seemed very calm.
He can remember everyone he has ever interacted with, and naturally he can also remember Langya, who was taught two moves by him.
Therefore, he quickly skipped the step of testing the other party and went straight to the point:
"How is the situation in Garuda? Are you staying at the station quietly?"
"Don't worry, Holy Son. The Holy Lady is watching in person. Apart from contacting some of his old subordinates, the Third Prince has not done anything out of the ordinary..."
Before Lang Ya finished speaking, Feng Wuyan and Xiao Xiruo's expressions couldn't help but darken.