[BL] A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Chapter 1

The heavy rain poured, a sharp blade of lightning ripped through the dark clouds in the sky, and the huge rain like a gravel smashed down from the sky, hitting him on the body, and it hurt my life.

The tall city walls were washed more and more clean by the pouring rain, and the light of lightning was refracted in the gloomy rain curtain. I don’t know how many years the majestic white wall has been standing for an inexplicable feeling.

A teenager knelt on one knee in front of the snow-white stone wall and hung his head. Bean-sized rain poured like a splash down on him, and his pale blonde short hair was wet on his cheeks, so that touch The blood from the forehead oozed out red, and the blood flowing down the cheeks was more shocking.

He gasped violently, and the breath from his bloodless lips turned into white mist in the cold rain. He knelt on one knee and grabbed a sharp sword pierced into the ground with one hand to barely let himself Do not fall down to the ground by the rain.

Even if it was washed by heavy rain, it couldn't match the speed of the blood flowing on his forehead. The blood stained his light gold hair, and the delicate and precious golden ornaments on his forehead, across his cheeks, along the water blue of his ears. Drop-shaped gemstone earrings dripped on his shoulders in white clothes. His clothing was supposed to be very gorgeous, but it was soaked in rain at the moment, crumpled against his body, and stained with blood and mud, making him look very embarrassed.

The teenager gasped violently for a while, his fingers clenched the hilt firmly on the ground, to the point where his knuckles were already pale. Then he looked up hard.

The rain was so heavy that the scenery ten meters away seemed to be covered with a curtain of water, and it was hazy to see clearly. He closed his eyes halfway, because there was blood in it and it hurt.

Not far away, he saw a familiar figure approaching him from the overlapping rain curtains.

A silver snake-like lightning struck, and the silver-white armor reflected the dazzling luster in the rain. The figure walked along the edge of the lotus pond. The delicate blue lotus had been slapped down by the heavy rain in the water, the petals withered, and tremblingly hidden among the more green lotus leaves, in the lotus pond Water has overflowed from the side of the pool.

The dark boots stepped on the edge of the lotus pond, and every time it fell heavily, the water splashed.

The teenager knelt on the ground, gasped low, watching the long figure slowly walk, standing in front of him.

His blurred vision could only see the sharp tip of the long sword, which was pointed down to the ground, flashing cold light.

"stand up."

He heard the man's deep voice pierce from above and through the heavy rain curtain.

The teenager closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then he gritted his teeth hard.

The hand clenching the hilt was desperately hard, so hard that his arms were trembling. He gritted his teeth, struggling for the last breath, and dragged his body that he had not listened to to his feet.

He stood, panting heavily, grasping the hilt with his weak hands, and struggling to lift it in front of him, posing in a confrontational position, even if he knew clearly that this behavior was only in vain--

That was his last stubbornness.

Even if he died, he didn't want to be looked down upon by the man in front of him.

Countless messy footsteps came from behind, as if many people ran into this back garden, and then stopped abruptly. These people stopped in the distance, no one tried to get close, no one made a sound, they were quietly waiting for the final result.