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Du Zhe couldn't help but laugh and rode all the way to Oakley's house, he thought that even if he returned to reality in any future mission, he would always remember the BBC program that introduced the "splendid civilization" of ancient Greece, the tall British handsome guy, in a standard London accent, said that sentence:

“…… For a long time, we thought it was the religious oppression in Europe that made the masculine-sexual-official on those ancient statues particularly small. Recent research has found that the ancient Greeks themselves did not consider being big and long to be beautiful. The XX of the sun god Apollo represents the ancient Greeks' yearning for an undeveloped beauty......"

In the same way, Du Zhe will not forget the overly wonderful expression on the face of the Athenian general.

"Hahaha-" Again, Du Zhe couldn't help but hug the horse's neck and laughed.

A short walk south from the avenue of Athens, past the warden's mansion in front of the central statue, and further north through an east-west alley, you can see Oakley's own courtyard and house.

Although they were all children of the nobility, Oakley's house looked much more opulent than the one he had been: a beautiful blue dome, sturdy white stone pillars at the doorway, and some decorative wind chimes with gold leaf. The house was brightly lit, and the sounds of singing and dancing and noise could be heard in the distance.

Du Zhe frowned, thinking that it was no wonder that the Athenians would lose the battle of Amphipolis and lose the city. It's easier to let a wine bag and rice bag like Oakley defend the city than to hang a bone on the head of the city to guard the gate.

As soon as he jumped off the horse, Du Zhe patted the neck of the frightened horse and asked the psychic creature to wait for him to meet him, and then he quietly bypassed the guards at the door, found a slightly sparsely manned position, held the sword on his body tightly in his hand, Du Zhe lowered his body and continued to speed in the night.

The black veil on his body did a good job of hiding it for him, and before the soldier could spot him, Du Zhe had already cut the other man's throat. Putting the person down and dragging him behind a big tree, Du Zhe looked at the somewhat high courtyard wall, and then at the big tree next to him, so he changed his mind and climbed up along the treetops-

Standing in the treetops, you can clearly see the situation in Oakley's home:

The furnishings of the house are almost entirely made of gold leaf and precious metal, and there is a light white fountain in the center of the courtyard, next to which is a scene of "demons dancing". Men and women are intertwined, which is quite a "wine pond meat forest".

Falling on the Athenian soldiers, and beneath them, were slaves who had been trained to be obedient, with graceful faces and spineless bodies, trying to curry favor with their "masters".

Du Zhe rolled his eyes as he looked at it, thinking that Oakley's bad taste was really disgusting.

However, after a cursory look around, Du Zhe was disturbed by the fact that he did not see Qisi's figure, nor even Oakley himself. Thinking about the information that the system threw at him, what kind of terrible sexual fetishes and hobbies Oakley has, Du Zhe gritted his teeth, he couldn't wait any longer-

Qisi is the person who takes the most care of him and treats him best after he came to this world, and he can't leave Qisi alone like this.

Quietly jumping from the tree to the courtyard wall to stand firm, Du Zhe quickly ran towards the two small buildings behind the courtyard. There were also times when they were accidentally discovered along the way, but Du Zhe also managed to kill them mercilessly. There was no time to hide the body, so Du Zhe climbed through the window into the interior of the small building in a flash: in the center of the room was a very spacious bed, on which many dark curtains hung down.

It looks very beautiful and mysterious, but it is a familiar arrangement for Du Zhe-

Crystal candlesticks that are deliberately hung high, purple veils that pull from all sides to the center of the roof, tall cushions that are rare in Athens, and large blankets with intricate patterns. Next to the big bed in the middle, there are a lot of beautiful violets ...... This is typical Persian decoration.

"Hmm......"

Suddenly, Du Zhe heard a muffled snort, and he saw Qisi who was behind the heavy curtains, with her hands tied behind her back and her mouth gagged, thrown on the big bed.

"Silk?!" Du Zhe hurriedly rushed in the direction of Qisi, "You wait, I'll rescue you." ”

"Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm......" Qisi shook her head in horror, and kept signaling this Du Zhe not to approach with her eyes, "Hmm, hmm, hmm!" ”

Du Zhe didn't understand Qisi's hint, and looked at Qisi's face full of pain and thought that she was afraid, so he comforted the former princess of Persia while approaching, "Don't worry, the god Mithras will bless you and me, and fire and light will guide us back to our homeland." ”

"Hmm-" Qisi's hands were untied, and the first thing she did was to push Du Zhe away from her side!

Du Zhe was defenseless, Qisi pushed extremely hard this time, he sat down on the ground in an extremely awkward posture, and before he could raise his head and open his mouth to ask "why", Qisi herself tore off the ball of cloth that blocked her mouth, and shouted at the top of her voice:

"Menes, run! There are traps! ”

In a hurry, Qisi's voice broke, and Du Zhe had an epiphany about what Qisi wanted to say with a series of reactions just now. However, when he tried to get up from the ground, he found that his hands and feet had become limp, and he had no strength.

The door opened just in time, and Oakley swaggered in with a look of triumph and a swagger of Athenian soldiers. Seeing Du Zhe who fell to the ground and couldn't move, and then looked at Qisi, who was trembling with fright on the bed but still holding on to an indifferent expression, he smiled slightly maliciously.

"You know what? The Persian sacrifice, when I first saw this beautiful slave girl, thought of you—you, who look alike. ”

“…… Insidious villain! Silky gritted her teeth and looked at Oakley, a fierce glint in her eyes.

"Heh-" Oakley smiled and glanced at Du Zhe, who had fallen to the ground and couldn't move, before explaining, "Dangerous slave, blame, blame your noble princess, she inadvertently revealed the fact that 'you will definitely come to her rescue'. I will be able to set this trap and catch your beautiful prey. ”

Qisi was stunned for a moment, with a painful expression on her face, and watched Du Zhe tremble and say a word in Persian, "Menes...... I, I ......"

Du Zhe sighed, showed a comforting smile, and shook his head, he didn't blame Qisi.

however

Dissatisfied with being ignored by the two, Oakley walked up to Du Zhe and looked condescendingly at Du Zhe, who was paralyzed on the ground, at the Persian slave who had scared him so much that he lost face. A twisted hatred flashed across his face, and then Oakley smiled heartily, crouched down, and pulled Du Zhe's long golden hair, forcing Du Zhe to look up at him:

"I didn't expect you to be here today, did you?"

"Heh," Du Zhe didn't have the slightest strength in his body, but he still evoked a contemptuous smile, "Lord Oakley is so ambitious, to deal with my little slave, you have to use these indiscriminate drugs?" ”

"You ——!" Oakley raised his hand in anger, but after thinking about it, he laughed viciously again, he let go of Du Zhe's long hair, and pinched Du Zhe's chin, so strong that Du Zhe thought that his jaw was going to break—

"You're a Persian sacrifice, aren't you?"

Du Zhe snorted coldly in reply, but saw Oakley's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed in his eyes that made him a little afraid, and then Oakley turned his head and commanded the man who looked like a butler behind him:

"Go to my room and get that agate bottle from the cabinet I usually use."

Du Zhe noticed that when the housekeeper heard this, his body shook involuntarily, and he actually glanced at Du Zhe. Moreover, Du Zhe was not mistaken, he read something called ...... "sympathy" from the eyes of the butler.

I'm afraid that what Oakley wants to use for him is not a good thing, Du Zhe beat a drum in his heart, but his face was still not cowardly at all, he smiled lazily, "What, the adults are finally going to give me a fierce tip?" ”

"Heh," Oakley didn't answer, but calmly stretched out his other hand, and even gently stroked the hair in front of Du Zhe's eyes, he laughed, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "I heard that Persian sacrifices must keep their bodies clean and holy from an early age, and you Persian sacrifices will only sacrifice your body to the gods-"

When Du Zhe heard this, he suddenly guessed how Oakley was going to deal with him.

Seeing Du Zhe's eyes flickering, Oakley became even happier, he knew that he had made the right bet, the dangerous beauty sacrifice like a poisonous snake in front of him was really the most afraid of this, afraid that their holy body would be destroyed.

At this time, the housekeeper had already taken the agate stone bottle tremblingly, and Oakley forcibly broke Du Zhe's mouth and poured the whole bottle into him, regardless of whether Du Zhe wanted it or not.

The potion had no taste, but it gradually made Du Zhe's body sensitive and burning.

Seeing a thin layer of sweat oozing from Du Zhe's fair face, and his sharp eyes became a little sluggish, Oakley was very satisfied with his masterpiece, and described it more maliciously and in obscene language:

"I don't know what kind of coveted charm you will show when such a beautiful sacrifice as you are absolutely controlled? This thing I gave you to drink tonight can turn the most chaste woman into the most debaucherous slut, and it can also make your blood boil, and if you don't get soothed, you will boil to death. ”

"I'm looking forward to how the Persian sacrifice will carry its ass and beg us to come up to you."

Du Zhe trembled, a little frightened in his heart, but he still forced his breath, hooked the corners of his mouth and said sarcastically, "Then Lord Oakley, don't let me down—our Persian gods will come in all kinds of images. Do you know that my last sacrifice greeted the gods...... Oh, it's a Polyan bull! You, you Athenian men, are all useless, and when the time comes, don't disappoint me......"

The effect of the medicine gradually set in, and Du Zhe said this paragraph with great effort. His body had already had the most primitive reaction, the desire all over his body was screaming for catharsis, and the pleasure was like a tide that frantically attacked his brain, and the wave of desire was high, but it was always a little bit close.

He wants to be caressed, he wants to be loved fiercely, so that he can climb the rocks from the sea of desire to the other side of calm.

However, although Du Zhe's reason knew that this was not the right moment, and he still needed to brace himself and think of a way to get out, until he fell unconscious, he could not hear what Oakley was saying to him.

It seems to be something like "you're dead", "he has someone he loves deeply", "I can torture you like this, I'm really satisfied with your death like this" and so on.

Die? Someone you love? Who?

Oakley's words Du Zhe listened to a sentence and missed a sentence, and wanted to think carefully but couldn't. Before Du Zhe lost consciousness, all he remembered was that he heard Qisi crying and almost lost his breath, and he also saw Oakley's annoying face, and showed a vicious smile.

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Although the next day there was still a lot to do to mobilize the soldiers and inspect the fleet. The light in Thucydides' room was never extinguished, and the old butler Kerry stood in the courtyard and watched, rather helpless. Kerry shook his head, sighed, and turned to tell the cook to cook some hot food for their young master.

Thucydides' room, under the dome of the courtyard on the second floor, the window was facing the Aegean Sea in the distance, and the night breeze poured into the room through the window, blowing the scroll of paper in front of Thucydides gently fluttering and moving.

On the painting, there is a beautiful woman with a bright yellow upper body and a bright red lower body, wearing a shiny ornament on her head. The man bent down slightly, holding a gold-painted folding fan in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes were affectionate, and he was smiling and looking at the outside of the painting, his thin lips were slightly open, as if he was singing a sentence that was so unreal, "May life and life be born, never separate".

The painting is not very old, and the colors used are a little too heavy, but you can still vaguely see the elegance of the people in the painting.

Thucydides leaned back in a chair not far from the painting, holding a glass of wine from Persia in his hand, he rarely drank, let alone drunk, but today, he wanted to drink.

"You know what? Today I know a Persian," Thucydides opened his mouth to the man in the painting, muttering to himself, as if laughing at himself, "in some moments, he really bears some resemblance to you—"

Thucydides spoke to himself, telling the man in the painting everything about how he and Menes had come to know each other, and about the "wickedness" that Menes had done. In the long narrative, only Thucydides' own voice could not be heard, but it seemed like the wind of the Aegean Sea that never slept all night, coming and going quietly.

"Knock knock—"

There was a knock on the door from the outside, Thucydides stopped his narrative, thought about it, smiled helplessly, got up from his chair, put down the wine glass in his hand, tilted his head in the direction of the painting, and asked with a smile, "Kerry has always been a dutiful butler, hasn't he?" ”

Late at night at this time, the only person who will prepare warm food for the master is the old butler Kerry, who grew up taking care of Thucydides and has always been by his side. Thucydides smiled and opened the door, but he didn't expect to see a second person at the door, besides Kerry.

No, three to be exact.

"Hey! Old friend, you see I'm righteous enough! ”

"What are you going to do?" Thucydides raised his eyebrows and looked at this uninvited "plague god", in fact, Oakley's voice was not unpleasant, but at this moment, Thucydides only felt that this voice was very annoying, "Oakley, it's late, I'm really-"

"I'm leaving right away this time, I'm here to bring this to you!" Oakley quickly interrupted Thucydides' words, shoved a sack that he had put on his shoulder into Thucydides' arms, and then smiled, "I leave it to you, whether you watch him tortured to death by his own desires, or watch him be played to death, it's all in your thoughts." ”

"What?"

"Hehe, he humiliated you so much at the docks, you want revenge too, right?" Oakley smiled mysteriously and took a few steps back, "That's it, old friend, I'll go first, and I won't disturb you and your good time here!" ”

After saying that, Oakley didn't need to be sent off by the housekeeper Kerry, and disappeared from Thucydides' house in three steps and two steps, coming and going as fast as he could. If it weren't for the heavy bag Thucydides still holding in his arms, both Thucydides and Kerry would have suspected that they were dreaming!

"Master, this ......" Kerry seemed to want to take the sack from Thucydides' hand, but he still had the food he had brought to Thucydides. So he hesitated for a moment, and then opened his mouth slightly embarrassed, wanting to call the two servants downstairs.

"Well, no," said Thucydides, waving his hand, frowning as he put the sack down, and unsealing the sack, "let them rest late at night." Oakley, this old boy, sent me another ......! Menes ?!! ”

The first thing that emerged from the sack was the long golden hair, and then Menes, whose whole face was already flushed, his eyes were closed, his lips were slightly opened, and the bone-crushing and intermittent Shen Yin flowed out of it. The whole person of this Persian sacrifice seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and his fair skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat. His hands were tied behind his back, and his slender legs kept rubbing against the bag.

He still seems to be wearing the same clothes that he had broken into Thucydides' house. By the bright light of the room, Thucydides finally saw that it was not pure black, but purple to a certain extent. Like the mysterious violet, the favorite flower of Persian sacrifices.

"You ......" Thucydides patted Menes on the face, and seeing his blank eyes, he turned his head to ask Kerry, "what's wrong with him?" ”

"It's probably ......" Menes's chant made the old housekeeper's face very embarrassed, and he hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and said, "It seems that he has been drugged." ”

"Mei-medicine?!"

"Yes," Kerry said hurriedly as he looked at his young master's ugly face, "I, I'm going to chase Master Okeley." ”

“……”

Looking at Menes' unbearable expression, Thucydides rubbed his temples, and his head, which was not very painful, seemed to hurt even more—

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Ever since Du Zhe was enlightened at Oakley's house, his sanity has not been very clear. His hands were bound, and the blood in his body was agitated, and it seemed to be rushing frantically towards somewhere below him. On the contrary, the rampage is disorderly, and there is no pleasure to enjoy at all.

There is only pain, unbearable pain.

Struggled uncomfortably, his wrist was worn by the rope, the pain was able to suppress the tumbling and rushing fire in his body at first, but later, Du Zhe's senses were no longer painful, only the desire to vent was left.

He didn't even have time to hate Oakley and plan his revenge. How to survive the hurdle in front of him is the most important thing for Du Zhe to worry about.

Soon, Du Zhe felt a trace of cold coldness coming from his toes, followed by his calves, thighs, and then his whole body was wrapped in ice, this cold made his mind have a trace of clarity in an instant, and he barely opened his eyes, Du Zhe saw the Athenian general who was teased and humiliated by him again and again-

He was propping up his body so that his head could rise to the surface, and the two of them were soaking in the icy pool water face to face, and not far away, even one or two pieces of ice could be seen floating on the water.

What Du Zhe cares about is not why he fell into the hands of this general, nor why the two of them are standing here naked. What Du Zhe cared about was the man's somewhat pale face, his slightly trembling arms, and his cold blue lips.

Du Zhe understood what was going on in an instant, he was now soaking in the pool water, the heat of his body was slowly decreasing, and he was gradually sober. He was more or less reminded of what had happened along the way, and it seemed that Oakley wanted to give him to the general and watch him die of torture.

However, it seems that for some reason, the general did not kill him, but saved him at the risk of frostbite.

"You ......" Du Zhe wanted to ask something, but when he turned his eyes, he happened to see two people hiding underwater......

Seeing Du Zhe's presumptuous eyes, Thucydides raised his eyebrows, glanced at Du Zhe with some warning, and opened his mouth to say something, but finally shook his head and closed his mouth, pulled Du Zhe to the edge of the pool, let him lean on a raised stone step, and quickly climbed ashore by himself, wiping the moisture off his body with a clean cloth.

"......" Du Zhe blinked, and after a while, he bit his lip and said, "Thank you...... Well, I mean, uh...... Why are you doing all this? Wasted a good time to toss me. ”

Hearing this, Thucydides glanced back at Du Zhe angrily, but only saw Du Zhe turn his head and hide his awkward and unwilling expression as if to hide it, Thucydides frowned and subconsciously opened his mouth:

"If you don't want to thank me, a short, useless man, you shouldn't be so arrogant that you run away to provoke Oakley."

As soon as the words came out, Thucydides himself regretted it a little, as if he cared very much about Du Zhe saying that he was "small and small". Unfortunately, Du Zhe was so exhausted by the terrible aphrodisiac that he was not very conscious, and he did not notice Thucydides' chagrin at this moment.

"I ...... I didn't want to provoke him, but ......" Du Zhe muttered to himself, leaned on the edge of the pool and thought for a while, and finally looked at Thucydides helplessly and said, "If I can, I don't want to provoke you evil slave owners for the rest of my life!" But I have to save Silk, she's my only relative in this world! ”

"Loved ones? Do you have relatives in Persian sacrifices? ”

"Did the Persian sacrifices come out of the stones?" Du Zhe looked at Thucydides with idiotic eyes, "I was elected to the temple at the age of fourteen and became a priest, if I were not the youngest prince - then now I should be the prince of Persia, and Qisi was originally my sister." ”

Thucydides was silent for a while, and after the chill on his body was dispelled, he raised his chin and asked, "I don't take advantage of people's danger, and I respect you as a rare opponent." Waiting for you...... Okay, I'll give you two choices: one is to kill many Athenian soldiers, and I can't let you go, but I'll find a way to save your sister Qisi from Oakley. ”

"What about two?"

"The second is that I will give you a sword, and you will have the food and water you need to recover your body, and then we will have a competition, and winning or losing will determine life and death, just like all duels."

Du Zhe tilted his head and thought about it, and was about to say that he chose "two", but suddenly there was a sharp pain in his body, and those bath hopes that had been suppressed by the cold water came up again in an instant, and his legs were weak, and he almost couldn't support himself.

"Hmm......" Although he bit his lip in time, Shen Yin, who was wrong, still let out half a sound, Du Zhe stretched out his hand with some annoyance, and reached out to his trembling identity with some trembling, but his fingers were weak, even if he was up and down, he didn't have any strength, but it was like a teasing on fire, which made his whole body even softer.

When Du Zhe was about to fall into the water from the edge of the pool wall, he clearly heard a heavy sigh.

Then, Du Zhe felt that his whole body had fallen into a strong embrace, and the back of his hand was also covered with a strong big hand. The hand that pressed against him drove his affection, soothing his unbearable bath, although he was doing it himself, but it didn't seem to be.

Du Zhe trembled, and another low and magnetic male voice sounded in his ears:

“…… I'll help you. ”

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It's just an ordinary sentence, and it's a thousand times more obscene than this, Du Zhe has heard more.

But

It's just such a simple sentence and some unskilled actions, which made Du Zhe leak the bottom at the same time as the sentence "I'll help you" in his ears. This is the first time he has come out after being drugged tonight, and looking at the turbid night slowly rippling in the water, Du Zhe's face is still red. He struggled and said in a hoarse voice:

"You, you let go of me first......"

"......" Thucydides was silent for a while, nodded, and really planned to let go of Du Zhe, although he was good friends with Oakley and grew up in the army, he only had one person in mind, so naturally he didn't have any extra thoughts to pay attention to others.

What we are doing now is nothing more than saving people and doing good. To put it bluntly, it's better to clean up the mess for Oakley's old boy.

"Fuck it! What kind of medicine did Oakley give me! ”

However, Thucydides took a step back, and when he heard Du Zhe's scolding regardless of his image, he subconsciously turned his head to look, and through the heavy water waves, Thucydides saw a straight one, a thing that had obviously been spit out and softened not long ago.

“……”

"Wait for me...... Hmm......" Du Zhe pinched himself viciously, "Okay, okay...... I will, definitely, let him taste this, this taste! ”

Thucydides looked helplessly at Du Zhe's ruthless but no good way, like a big cat that had fallen into the water, his fluffy fur was obviously wet, and he looked very cowardly, but he still arched his feet and waved his claws at you with bared teeth.

Helping people to the end, Thucydides gritted his teeth and lifted Du Zhe out of the water-

The weather in Athens was hot and humid, and even if Kerry got the ice, it would melt quickly. Speaking of Kerry, Thucydides had to praise the old butler for his dutiful duties: he caught up with Oakley, but Oakley said that there was no antidote to this thing, and came back to Thucydides to give Thucydides a lot of solutions, and when Thucydides was determined to save Duzhe, he found ice for his master in the middle of the night.

Du Zhe had no strength, Thucydides lent him strength, wrapped Du Zhe's identity with Du Zhe's hand, he held Du Zhe's hand again, his arm moved up and down with his palm, and there was a scorching heat in his palm, Du Zhe leaned on Thucydides' arms, and originally suppressed his voice very much, but then he couldn't hold back anymore and hummed out in self-abandonment.

The voices penetrated Thucydides' ears, and his brow tightened, and he took a deep breath before resisting the urge to shut the man's mouth—are the Persian sacrifices so loud?

however

Originally, it was just a matter of tinkering around for a while, but this time the little thing did not give Thucydides and Du Zhe face, the whole main body was rubbed red, and a little crystal liquid was exposed at the entrance of the mausoleum, but there was no intention of handing it over at all.

This feeling of not going up or down made Du Zhe hum and cry, his eyes were all red, and the hot breath he exhaled spread on the side of Thucydides' neck, and even Du Zhe's waist bounced twice without his knowledge.

"You...... The skills are really, really bad......" Du Zhe rolled his eyes and barely said a complete sentence, "You, can't you just change another method except for up and down?" ”

“……”

"Ouch,, what are you pinching me for! It hurts, ahh It hurts to let go! Pain Pain ——! ”

Du Zhe didn't expect that there would be such a stingy man in this world, who would be so ruthless to his most sensitive and vulnerable place without saying a word, and all the beautiful baths were suppressed by this fierce kneading. Du Zhe held his crotch tightly with both hands, and rolled on the ground with his legs clenched in very unsightly pain.

Thucydides took a puff of water and washed his hands, then stood up, condescendingly, looked at Du Zhe with a blank face, and said:

"Whether a man has skills or not, it's not up to you, a slave, to decide. Besides, I didn't save you for you to enjoy here. No matter how many and best skills I have, I will only leave them to my beloved, and I will never use them on anyone other than him. ”

After saying that, Thucydides turned around and wanted to leave, wanting to ignore Du Zhe, who was in pain and unbearable in place.

But before his feet took the first step, his legs were tightly hugged by Du Zhe, the clarity in Du Zhe's eyes disappeared, and there was no such arrogant expression on his face, but a confused, fragile and strange expression full of charm and green desire.

Thucydides was stunned, and at the moment when he was stunned, Du Zhe, who had lost his consciousness, suddenly climbed his body and began to kiss and caress him. When Du Zhe's hand touched Thucydides' waist, Thucydides suddenly felt as if he had been poked in the sore spot, he shouted, stretched out his hand to choke Du Zhe's neck tightly, grabbed Du Zhe's whole person, and dragged him off his body - and fell to the ground hard.

Then Thucydides pounced, pressed Du Zhe's chest with his arm, glared at Du Zhe viciously, and grabbed Du Zhe's long hair with the other hand, and forced Du Zhe to wake up with this severe pain:

"Respect, Persian sacrifice, please! Moreover, I have already told you that I am the only one in my life, and I will not have such an unclear accident with others. Even if—you're here tonight with your blood boiling, it doesn't mean anything to me! ”

Du Zhe's scalp was torn painfully, looking at Thucydides' vicious eyes, Du Zhe smiled bitterly in his heart: It was not his wish to be controlled by the drug, and Thucydides was so harsh that he couldn't say a word to refute it.

thereupon

Du Zhe moved his somewhat weak fingers, and reluctantly, under Thucydides' shock, gave him a slap in the face, Du Zhe looked at Thucydides calmly and said: "I understand, I don't think about you at all, you can rest assured of this." So, General of Athens, please let me go—"

Looking at Du Zhe's expression that was neither humble nor arrogant, Thucydides was a little soft-hearted, he pressed Du Zhe so much, in fact, he could feel what hard things poked him. Thucydides understood how uncomfortable it was to be a man.

Therefore, while Thucydides let go of Du Zhe, he said a little awkwardly, "If you need to ...... I can find some for you. ”

"No, no!" Du Zheqiang took advantage of the last bit of strength to stand up, staggered, and he laughed miserably, "Then, then you might as well kill me, and not to mention that the Persian sacrifice must remain holy for the rest of your life and serve the god Mithras for the rest of your life." You—You said that you are the only one in your life...... I, in my heart, how different, there is also a person......"

Thinking of those days and nights with Cao Xueqin, Du Zhe felt a pain in his heart, his blood surged, and he actually forced himself to vomit a mouthful of blood, he reluctantly moved his Adam's apple, tasted the rust by himself, and slowed down for a while before he said as if muttering to himself:

"It's a pity he's gone......"

“……”

Du Zhe shook his head and looked at the pool of water behind him, he staggered and wanted to walk over, but without taking a single step, he fell to the ground with his legs limp, his knees hurt and he didn't say anything, and a wisp of blood oozed from the corner of his lips.

“…… Wait," Thucydides suddenly turned around and lifted Du Zhe's whole person from the ground, he looked at Du Zhe, the expression on his face was a little complicated, "You say, your lover, I mean, you want to be with someone for the rest of your life, too...... Gone? ”

Du Zhe blinked, not knowing what was the point of discussing this issue at this time, but he still nodded honestly.

Thucydides watched Du Zhe being charged with **, and after great joy and sorrow, his soaked, long golden hair was attached to his somewhat small face, and a pair of blue eyes stared at him like a small animal, and his heart couldn't help but soften a little, he laughed lightly, and sighed helplessly:

"Persian sacrifice, no, I ought to call you Menes—so we really have many, common topics."

Before Du Zhe could figure out the meaning of Thucydides' words, his whole body was carried by Thucydides, and before he lost consciousness, Du Zhe heard what Thucydides said, "Just by this, the night is still very long, believe me, I will find a way to save you." ”

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When Du Zhe woke up again, he found himself lying in a soft bed, and his clothes had been changed into Greek robes. The emptied brain gradually remembered what happened last night, and Du Zhe was shocked - the effect of the medicine was solved, he would not be XXOO by the sanctimonious-looking Athenian general, right?!!

Du Zhe broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly sat up, but when he touched the muscles of his body, he found that he did not have the slightest discomfort in his body, except for a small thing hidden in the depths of the dense forest, there was no trace of "being eaten".

was a little confused, but Du Zhe was also secretly relieved. Although he didn't know how the Athenian general unlocked the effect of the medicine for him, Du Zhe was still thankful - the white moonlight in the general's heart blessed him, he kept his little chrysanthemum-flower, and also kept the cinnabar mole in his heart.

Lying on the bed with some amusement, Du Zhe pillowed his arms, thinking that he didn't expect that as a loyal old reader of Green Dingding, he would also have a day of thanking Bai Yueguang and Cinnabar Mole, it was really feng shui in turn, and the Ming Dynasty came to my house.

Suddenly there were two knocks on the door, and before Du Zhe could say half a sentence "Please come in", he saw the door being unceremoniously pushed open, and a black slave came in with a tray, and looked at him coldly.

"Awake? Eat when you wake up. ”

Du Zhe squinted his eyes, he couldn't see where he could see that although the black slave spoke respectfully, his eyes were full of hatred, and he put the tray, which was so heavy that he had already spilled seventy or eighty percent of the milk in the tray.

Interesting, it looks like his stay here has caused the displeasure of this group of Athenian slaves, it's really funny.

"You don't have to speak Persian with me, I understand Greek," Du Zhe smiled with a harmless face, but his mouth was poisonous, "By the way, you don't speak Persian very well, like a castrated donkey." ”

The black slave's hand clenched beside him, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't argue, Du Zhe also felt bored, so he stretched his waist and stood up, walked over and sat down elegantly at the table, playing with the slice of bread carelessly, thought about it, and asked again:

"By the way, what's your master's name?"