[BL] A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Chapter 5

Don't think about it.

Even if he grows up in the future, he is not an opponent of Huimos.

What he looks like as a child now is less likely to be an opponent of Heimus, who is bigger than himself.

Even if I tried my best to pinch just now, I'm afraid it won't pinch people.

He shook his head and shook his confusion.

He told himself.

Rather than thinking about killing impossible things like Heimus, it is more reliable to solve the problem of your own pants first.

Only Gallan would feel embarrassed about the pants, and Huimos didn't take it seriously.

Children who have not started riding training are not wearing underwear, everyone is like this, he is also so grown up, used to, naturally do not feel that something is wrong. Some of these noble children still wear decent clothes, and many civilian children simply use a piece of cloth to wrap around underneath, even if they are clothes.

Therefore, Gallan felt very embarrassed, he didn't feel anything embarrassing. It's just that the little kid is too concerned and nervous, making him feel a little funny.

Although he was knocked over by the child and made a cushion, he was not angry.

Anyway, the child was small and not heavy, and he was not injured. The child fell on him, otherwise, such a small body fell on the ground, and there might be a few bruises on his hands and feet.

Thinking about this, Huimus looked at Galland up and down to make sure that the child was fine, and then he said nothing, so he just carried the child back.

After losing his face several times in front of the dead enemy, Garland dared not to cause any more trouble and was gently held by Heimus.

He didn't know the current situation at all, and he didn't dare to ask Huimus where he would take him. He could only think hard about it.

After all, although he returned to his previous life, he has no memory of his previous life.

No, there are still memories, but only one is approximate, not detailed. It is equivalent to that he only knows an outline, knows the beginning, middle and end of that, and the outline of certain things, but the specific details are not clear.

The only thing he guessed now was that the child seemed to have ran out of the house for some reason, and Huimus came to retrieve him.

He followed Hyimus obediently while looking around.

The destination is not far away. After all, he is still a child and can't run far. After making a few bends in the water pavilion, passing through the magnificent promenade propped up by tall columns, he followed Heimus to his destination.

Heimus took him to the entrance without saying much, raised his finger to the slate path winding in the low woods, motioned for him to pass, then turned and left, as if there was something else to do Do it.

Garland looked at the dying enemy in a mixed mood, feeling that the back made him familiar and strange. This time, when he was suddenly thrown into such a small age, he met with the young boy Heimus. He couldn't figure out what attitude he should use to deal with this dead enemy who is destined to fight blood and death.

Moreover, how does this boy, who is relatively gentle to him, now become the perverted look of the future?

With a slight sigh, he left the trouble behind his head and stopped thinking about things he didn't understand. Gallan cheered up.