[BL] A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Chapter 35

Garland woke up in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, he felt like he was lying on the bed, so he habitually thought he restarted again.

After all, except for the last time, every time he was reborn, he woke up in bed.

Was he given another chance?

Garland thought so and looked around.

After reading the surrounding scenery, a strange, ordinary hut, he immediately understood that he did not restart.

Feelings of pain came faintly from his wrists and ankles, he thought, he was probably rescued after passing out, that is to say, Brother Camos, they still came in time, and took him from the black at a critical moment. The robe was rescued.

Can't you come earlier?

Ten minutes earlier, I don't have to suffer this kind of sin.

The tingling sensations from his hands and feet made Gallan complain in his heart.

However, when I think about it, if it was not for him to succeed, in order to delay the time to do the thing of releasing the child, he would not be taken by the priest of the cult as a sacrifice.

Even, from the beginning, he wouldn't be unlucky if he didn't have to brave the hero to do that bait.

So in the final analysis, it was he who made himself suffer.

With a sigh in his heart, Garland turned his head. He felt thirsty and wanted to drink some water. But there was no one in the house quietly except him.

Isn't there even a caregiver?

......Forget it, Brother Wang and Xie Muer, the kind of muscular nerves that can only fight, how can they consider the problem of patients needing care.

But, very thirsty, he wanted to drink water.

Garran hesitated, but the thirsty throat made him tolerate the pain in his hands and feet, slowly crawling off the bed, leaning on the wall, and staggering out of the room.

This was a place he had never seen before. He went out and there was a small courtyard outside.

In the middle of the courtyard, there is a small artificial rock made, and below it is a large bonsai with a height of half a person. There is a clear water flowing down the artificial stone wall. Sound of water.

The clear water glowed in the moonlight, and Gallan couldn't help but walked over. He pressed his hands against the edge of the bonsai, leaned forward to reach out, leaned in, and took a few sips of water directly from his mouth.

The cool water moisturized his somewhat chapped lips, and the coolness went down his throat, relieving the burning heat of his body. And the splash of water fell on his face and sideburns, and the cool feeling made him feel very comfortable. He tilted his head, squinting subconsciously, enjoying the feeling of cool water falling on his face.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the side, blocking his face, and also blocking the cold water splashes that fell on his face.

Garland opened his eyes in amazement, before it was too late to see who was the owner of the hand. Suddenly, his waist was hugged, and then his body was light. He was beaten up by the person around him.

As soon as he looked up, he met the familiar golden-red eyes.

The teenager who held him looked down at him, frowned, and rebuked him.

"Do you want to continue a serious illness?"

King Camos ordered him to leave, and Huimus did not resist the king's order, because he heard an irresistible tone from Xie Muer's tone.