By decree and pro

Chapter 111 Seduction - Seduction

It was about late at night, and no one came to bother him anymore. Usman had already removed Helen Uro's attire, and was wearing a light gray piping cloth gown naked. , that strong chest and muscular curves are half hidden, which is really eye-catching in the middle of the night.

Yan walked over without saying a word, took off his cloak with fox fur, put it on Usman's shoulders, and pulled his collar together: "Even if it's warm here, you shouldn't just wear unlined clothes , if it freezes, you will be the one who suffers.”

Usman blinked twice, looked up at Yan, his expression was very complicated, and then he lowered his head and sighed: "Oh..."

"what happened?"

"This king has also reached the time when beauties are twilight." Usman said sadly, "Even the tricks of seduction and seduction don't work anymore."

"You don't come here." Yan was amused, "Don't worry, I will definitely not despise you when you are bald and toothless."

"Really?" Usman hugged Yan's waist while taking advantage of the situation, and put his chin on Yan's chest, looking at him coquettishly.

"Yeah." Sensing Usman's provocative and teasing gaze, Yan's face became hot, "By that time, I'll be a bad old man too, it's fine if you don't dislike me."

"If Yanyan is an old man, he is also a very cute little old man...my favorite queen." Usman smiled and stared at Yan fascinatedly, "Yanyan is the most beautiful."

"Really?" Yan also couldn't restrain the sweet smile on his face. The two of them looked at me and I looked at you, and they both imagined what they would be like when they were old decades later...

Usman also said vividly: "The two old men are leaning on crutches, holding hands, chattering, old man, hurry up, but at the same time, they are reluctant to let go of each other's hands..."

"From what you said, it seems that it's not bad to be old. It's a blessing to be able to grow old with you." Yan smiled with crooked eyebrows, and fondled Usman's hair. Usman's silver hair is not only gorgeous but also special. Smooth, more comfortable than touching the soft satin quilt.

Afterwards, Yan caught a glimpse of what Usman was working on all night on the desk.

A thousand-year-old "Constellation of the Crow" made of animal skins was placed on the desk. It recorded the legends and history of the constellations and was borrowed by Yan from the ancient library in the Priest Tower.

Feralas has also translated this scroll, but there are too many ancient hieroglyphs in it, which is beyond the scope of his learning. Even Tevekir can only recognize about [-]% of the hieroglyphs.

What Usman is doing is to translate the things that the two of them have not deciphered together, word by word, and then organize them into a book.

"You are amazing." Yan let go of Usman's head, looking at the pictographic characters and corresponding translations written on each piece of paper, it seemed that the work was almost done.

"...Flying sand and rocks, the color of the world changed, and the world suffered a catastrophe that caused countless deaths and injuries. The mother of all things, the goddess 'Sanyu Zhaoxue', felt pity for her people who were dragged to the underworld. The messenger crow negotiated with Hades, begging him to release innocent people. But people cannot be resurrected after death, and Hades refused to agree. The crow fell in love with the goddess, and turned into a wandering soul to steal the treasure of the underworld, a book full of powerful spiritual power. The goddess took the book Pass it to the folk king, and the king will gain powerful power to save the people from the underworld... After the king of Hades knew about it, he wiped out all the crows in the world in a rage, and the goddess used seven crow feathers to decorate the night sky, forming the shape of a crow , the Crow Constellation is derived from this... and then..."

There is still a part behind, which Usman has not finished writing.

"If it wasn't for the lack of a part of the text, I could translate faster." Usman smiled slightly, "So, Yan Yan, you can use me. I promise to be honest and not to cause trouble for you."

"You didn't make trouble for me in the first place." Yan smiled, and continued to turn back, and suddenly saw Usman sketching the remains of three red-eyed crows on a piece of white paper.

They are lifelike, especially the shabby eyes that seem to be protruding from the paper, staring straight at people.

Usman also noticed that Yan looked at the picture of the crow, and his aura unknowingly condensed. Those crows who died violently in the tomb... Usman just drew it unconsciously when he was distracted, and... …

"Yanyan, I always feel that I killed those crows." Usman's words stuck in his throat. If he really killed those crows, how did he kill them?poison?gunpowder?To be able to kill so many crows in one go, it is impossible to do it with just one hand.

But Usman has no memory at all, and the memory deep in his mind is gray.

But if the crow wasn't killed by him, why did he feel so clearly.The shrill cry of the crow seemed to linger in his ears, his hands were covered with warm blood, and the feeling of blood dripping between his fingers made his hair stand on end.

"Usman," Yan realized that he was fascinated, and said shyly, "What do you want to say?"

"Yanyan, it's late at night, you should rest." Usman's silver eyelashes curled up slightly, and he said with a smile, "If you don't sleep, it will be dawn."

"What about you?"

"I'll go to sleep after finishing this paragraph."

"No, we have to sleep together, or stay up." Yan couldn't help but pull Usman up and leave the desk.

"Together? Are you serious?" Usman suddenly burst into joy.

"It's too crowded to sleep together." Yan pointed to Usman's soft couch, "Of course they sleep separately."

"Oh..." The flowers on Usman's head withered, and there was not even a single leaf left.

Yan lifted the blanket and let Usman lie down, Usman fell asleep obediently, Yan turned around and took off his clothes, and then went to the soft couch next door.

The lamp on the desk was still on, but there was not much lamp oil left, and the light was getting dimmer.

Usman looked at Yan tightly wrapped in the quilt and almost merged into the darkness, thinking: "If I slip past now, I will probably be beaten to death by Yan."

Then the "evil thoughts" were dispelled, and Yan Yan also needed to rest.

Usman sighed softly, closed his eyes, and fell asleep desperately. At this moment, Yan suddenly sat up and made a rustling sound. He walked across the carpet in his single clothes and bare feet, and gently lifted Usman's shelf. In the corner of the blanket on the chest, among them.

"Yan?" Usman looked up, and saw Yan's flushed face with a little bit of light, "Don't be so long-winded, you can sleep better."

"But, but..." Usman moved back and forth to make room for Yan.

The half-foot soft couch is laid directly on the carpet, so it won't hurt even if it falls off.

But Yan saw Usman's body leaning outwards, hugged him without saying a word, and hugged Usman's waist together with the blanket.

"Yanyan, do you want to sleep with my arms all night?" Usman was not polite, and threw himself into Yannuan's arms directly.

"I just thought about it. Even though it's crowded for two people to sleep together, it's also warm." Yan said with a righteous face, even though his face was so hot that it looked like he was warming himself by a fire.

"Keep your word and get fat." Usman thought for a while, and said in the big Yan language.

"Hmph." Yan pinched Usman's waist and eyes unceremoniously, "Lie down, sleep!"

Usman lay on his side in Yan's arms, muttering softly: "How can I sleep here?"

"Why can't I fall asleep? I've been running around all day..." Yan raised his knee, unintentionally, and just happened to rub against Usman's place, and the upright attitude made him stunned.

"Do you understand?" Usman raised his head and said quite confidently, "How can I not react when my daughter-in-law is in my arms."

"You...!" Yan stared at Usman, "Can't you bear it?"

"I see..." Usman chuckled softly.

"Understand what?"

"Yanyan, I deliberately seduced you just now, and you endured it, right?" Usman's fingertips lightly poked Yan's chest.As expected of a martial arts practitioner, his muscles are very solid.

Yan didn't answer, but suddenly pulled up the blanket, and the whole person got under the blanket.

"Yanyan, I won't talk anymore, don't ignore me." Usman said hastily.

But Yan still turned around under the blanket, got to the end of the bed and fell asleep, and exposed his feet outside the blanket.

"Yanyan, come over and sleep with me." Usman lightly squeezed Yan's ankles, and was about to speak softly, when suddenly, his legs were also touched by Yan's arms and chest, and then...!

"Yan you?!" Usman's eyes instantly turned red, and he held Yan's solid ankle-ankle tightly with one hand. What is Yan doing...? !

Yan closed his eyes tightly, and even if he opened them, he couldn't see anything under the thick woolen blanket. He concentrated on doing what he wanted to do, and he didn't dare to be distracted, because as long as he thought: "I'm here What do you do?" Then all previous efforts will be wasted because of extreme shame.

But he forgot one thing, Usman will not lie obediently and let him fiddle with it...

About half an hour later...

Yan's face was as red as red-hot iron, he didn't know how he turned into the current scene, he seemed to be soaking in a hot spring pool, his head had long been dead.Fortunately, the blanket prepared by Ilya was thick enough and big enough to not only cover the two of them, but also hide the damn voice.

Right now, despite the cold wind blowing outside the camp and the desolate scene of solitude and desolation, inside the tent and under the blanket is a beautiful scene full of spring and boundless love.

After ten days of uninterrupted excavation, the roof structure of the ancient city of Kol was gradually revealed. As described by Taivikir, this is a very small city, but it has a wide city wall, and inside the city wall are mud buildings in twos and threes Residential houses and livestock sheds, and a four-story stone sacrificial tower in the center of the city, similar to Dayan's ancestral hall.

There is also a beacon tower built on the eastern city wall, which is the only towering mound left on the ground. It has long since lost its original shape after being sculpted by wind and sand.

Teviker said that if his calculations were correct, there should be less than 200 people including the city owner and the city residents.

Yan walked on the top of the city wall cleared by Taivikir, feeling filled with emotion. Under his feet was an ancient city that had been sleeping for thousands of years. It was buried by wind and sand, and the houses were almost destroyed, but the city wall was still very strong. Stepping on the soles of the shoes, you can feel that the stone bricks are extremely hard. This city wall is like a sealed mausoleum layer by layer, completely burying its past and everything it knows.

Yan really wants to know whether there is any connection between the ancient city of Kule and the origin of the Wuque clan?And why King Wuque deliberately reserved the locations of these seven ancient cities in the "Love Letter".

"So, what exactly do you want to say?" Yan wore a tightly covered hood, only revealing a pair of bright black eyes, looking at the ancient city covered with yellow sand and dust, it was just what he said to himself Talking to himself, Tevekir, who was busy with surveying and mapping, couldn't hear him.

Mini Theater:

Chun Yuyan: Who is the most handsome in this world?

Usman: My wife.

Chun Yuyan: Who is the best in this world?

Usman: My wife.

Chun Yuyan: What should I do at home?

Usman: Listen to your wife.

Chun Yuyan: How about going out?

Usman: I miss my wife all the time.

Chun Yuyan: Very good.