Remassa's injuries no longer woke him up in the night, but he still couldn't sleep soundly.

Falla had his wound roughly bandaged, without any ointment, but he was young, sixteen years old and could face almost any slash. But his heart was not good.

From beginning to end, even in a dream, Remassa could not be calm. As long as he is asleep, he dreams of hidden eyebrows, dreams of her laughing and playing with him, dreams of him putting his mother's diamond ring on her slender and powerful fingers, dreams of her unsolicited kisses, she whispers in his ear that she wants to marry him, she chops off Falla's fingers for him, dreams of her angry and terrible expression when she sees him courted by sweet girls......

I think she's going crazy.

The knife wounds from the Battle of the Valley would never heal, and the bolt was always nailed to Remassa's body. He couldn't bear to be separated from her, and he was separated from her in such a situation of mutual resentment, and he didn't reconcile with her as before, and let fate cruelly take her away from his side.

During the daytime nap, Remassa was also surprised by nightmares, as if he saw Yin Xinmei fall from the tower into the river in a red dress, and she told him resolutely that I will not forgive you if I die, and he seemed to see that the Emperor Wissingkai could go to Wushan with his fiancée in the palace of Nuoda, and he was afraid that she would become the queen of the people he did not know, and told him that she would choose another husband and left him without looking back......

Ever since the valley separated, Remassa has been filled with sorrow, disappointment, heartache, and remorse. War, death, betrayal, and parting constantly played out tragic scenes in his mind.

"Adult ......" Sweet Girl always tries to get close to him in the dead of night, and her disheveled and pitiful appearance did make Remassa's heart move in Sether's dressing room at that time, but the evil consequences brought about by this make him feel sincerely disgusted when he sees her appearance now.

"Fuck off, I've said it so many times, don't come near me again. Lying in a thin old blanket, Remassa screamed in a low voice at the sweet girl leaning into his arms while he was dazed, trying not to be heard by Falla and his Babylonian sentinels.

"My lord, let me warm you. Sweet girl's voice trembled and pleaded, "That traitor didn't give you enough bedding, he was so intentional that he froze you to death and make you suffer!"

"As long as you don't come near me, you won't let me suffer. Remassa stretched out his hand and grabbed Sweet Girl's neck, "I'll repeat, if you are sneaky like this again, I will let Falla and his men take turns to insult you, do you hear?"

"Ahem. Hear, hear......" The woman replied with tears in her eyes, and she almost suffocated.

The next morning, before dawn, Falla's whip woke Remassa.

It was a nightmare, he thought to himself, but if it was, why was the grief so intense, and the pain so unbearable?

After all, the Morris man named Bama had fled without a trace, this was a nobody, and it didn't hurt to run away, and Falla secretly hoped that the fellow would be chopped off on the road and die a tragic death, but Fallas must not risk Remassa, he must send the leader of the Morris to the kingdom of Babylon, and his ambition seems to be fulfilled only by Nebugar for the time being.

The rain no longer poured and became dripping, but the whole world still seemed to be shrouded in a water prison. The cloak on Remassa's body was as heavy as armor, making him feel cold and piercing, and the ropes that bound his wrists were soaking wet and tighter, grinding his wrists so hard that he couldn't break free no matter what he tried.

The only person he knew was Bama's brother Bomi, a heartfelt servant who, like his brother, deserved a great reward...... If I make it back to Morris alive, I'll make the brothers lords. Qishu.com

He walked forward with difficulty, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead. Falla couldn't wait to get Remassa to Peacock Harbor, the most prosperous seaport for trade between Jalal and Babylon.

He wanted to fly with his wings, but he didn't forget to torture Remassa and take pleasure in it, and as soon as Falla saw him, he thought of the hidden eyebrows, the thought of this damned woman who had chopped off her fingers and thrown them out to feed the dogs in front of the royal family of Jalal, Emperor Wissingkay, and so many servants, which was a great shame in his life.

Falla had thought of countless sweet plans to take revenge on Hidden Eyebrow, and if it weren't for Beartooth, a traitor raised by a son of a bitch, he would have killed the obstructive Emperor Viaphant at the Battle of the Valley, captured Hidden Eyebrow alive, and had his soldiers humiliate her until she was dying, and then handed her over to the king of Babylon like a bitch.

How wonderful that would be!

It's a pity!

But fortunately, Falla at least has the chess piece of Remassa in his hand, although it is not as valuable as the hidden eyebrows, but it is also a trump card. This guy led the Morris and the Wessingkai Empire to sign a two-lion agreement, and the stupid King of Donterre actually stood by Sether's side, completely ignoring his wife, Queen Angel, who had been secretly in love with this beautiful emperor for many years, isn't this stupid?!

To support Sether is to support Danterre, to oppose the Grand Duke of Kim, to be the enemy of Nebugar king of Babylon, that is, to be the enemy of my Fallas. I, the Marquis of the Valley Garrison, deserve to be so aggrieved, my father died in prison for supporting Grand Duke Kim, it was a good thing done by the Weisheng Kai people to instigate Tanterre's father, Seser and Tanterre should all get out of power, and they should be divided by the five horses!

Remassa knew that Falla hated himself, and he hated the hidden eyebrows even more, but he felt a burst of pleasure. Hate it, you cowardly Jarral traitor, that will only expose your weaknesses, you are a two-faced, ambitious vile villain, and if it were me, I would chop off all the bulging parts of you and feed them to the dogs, Falla.

Falla could see in Remassa's eyes that he was despising him, and his resentment grew even stronger.

Falla deliberately let Remassa's servant Bomi ride on a lean horse, while he himself took the rope in Remassa's hand and rode wildly, letting the current Duke of Gonles, the future king of the Morris, and the hidden fiancé run after his horse's ass like the meanest and dirtiest slave.

Falla couldn't help herself from laughing when she saw Remassa, exhausted from running for a long time, and fell on the ground covered in mud and horse manure, dragged by himself and slid all the way, the sharp gravel and rubble pierced him all over his body, and his face was covered with mud and feces, so dirty that he could barely see a human appearance, and Falla couldn't control himself from laughing, as if it was the most beautiful picture in the world—second only to the scene of the gang rape of the hidden eyebrows that came to his mind.

Falla's Babylonian Sacred Cow Elite also laughed heartily, and Bomi desperately shouted the name of Remassa, crying and screaming, and cursed Falla and his ancestors loudly, only to be punched by a sacred cow and his face was bleeding, and finally shut up.

"Don't cry, Bomi," Remassa got up from the mud, and Falla finally grabbed the reins to stop the galloping of the horses under his crotch, the sixteen-year-old crown prince's voice was unusually calm, and there was a deep disdain and mockery, "Don't disgrace the face of the Morris man again." I'll chop up this Jalal traitor and his Sacred Cow Elite and feed them to the dogs, I said I'd do it. ”

Falla's face suddenly became more ugly than that of a dead man, and he rode up to Remassa's side, looked at the young man condescendingly, gritted his teeth, and hissed like a viper, "I had intended to send you to Babylon intact, but now it seems that I was too kind. ”

As he finished speaking, a sharp dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, and he plunged it into Remassa's ribs.

"No!" Bomi screamed, watching his master collapse in a pool of blood like a lifeless sack.