After all, it's June.

June is very hot when the wind blows the sand, especially this year, it seems to be a little hotter than you can imagine.

At this time, it was early morning. Compared with the heat waves that can fry eggs outside, this cliff-wrapped city is a bit cooler.

People in the streets and alleys started their own day's activities. Those who should go to class should go to class, and those who should start to work go to work. Everything is so orderly.

The castle in the royal quarter, or the house that served as the residence of the royal members, has been completed.

Inside the pit where the white castle had disappeared, water flowing out of nowhere has filled the pit and turned it into a beautiful lake comparable to the park lake.

That simple little castle is located next to the lake. The gate of the royal quarter is open. As long as you don’t get close to this small castle surrounded by many guards, then this beautiful lake equivalent to scars is a place for everyone to enjoy the cool air. Another good place.

Squeak-Squeak-In the air, the sound of cicadas resounded.

Some people are playing in the lake, while others are meeting under the shade of the trees.

Inside the castle, the thirteen-year-old Stag's emperor was dealing with official duties. Occasionally raising his head, looking at the peaceful and peaceful area outside the window, he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

Peace is sometimes so simple.

I experienced too much grief and added too much sadness.

This city and this country need rest.

Perhaps ordinary civilians do not care much about how many territories their country has occupied, and how majestic achievements their king has built. As long as you can stay here in peace and peace of mind, and enjoy the coolness here, you can spend every day happily with your family, that is the best life.

Yes…

Quiet and peaceful life.

The young emperor smiled slightly, he raised the pen in his hand, turned his head, and glanced at the man sitting at the window over there.

Own sister.

The current eldest princess of the stag empire, Apricot, and Princess Badula Frihus, was sitting steadily across from her desk.

She closed her eyes, and her serene and virtuous manner made her look like a statue.

My sister is holding a ball of wool in her hand. With bad eyes, she is knitting this dress stitch by stitch. Although, I have repeatedly advised this sister not to do this, and my clothes have to be handled by someone else. But Xing is still very persistent, always knitting here with wool. I couldn't estimate the size, so I took a few measurements with my hands.

The sound of stitches and threads now sounds like a beautiful ballad.

Although my sister is not very good at singing, Xiaojin still puts down the pen, closes her eyes, and listens. The sound of the knitting needles colliding with each other ………………ah……………………

This voice is so beautiful...

Wow----

!

But at this moment, a sound broke the rhythmic clicking sound.

Xiao Jin opened his eyes, and saw that the sister who was sitting on the sofa in front of him suddenly stood up!

She raised her arm that was entangled by the rose vine, seeming to be listening to something in her ear. After a while, her expression became more and more nervous and more and more flustered. Finally, she finally put the sweater in her hand on the sofa, and rushed out of the office without hesitation.

what happened?

No one answered the king. His sister didn't even have time to ask him questions.

Seeing this, Xiao Jin also immediately put down the pen in his hand, pulled up his robe and wrapped it around him, and rushed out of his office at the same time. Leading the soldiers, following the sister, walked all the way forward.

Heaven, it's still so hot...

Everything seems to be no different from the past.

In the early morning, the soldier guarding the gate of the wind blowing sand also yawned, and under the captain's chant, slowly opened the gate to the desert.

Click, click.

A caravan came in from outside the door.

This is normal. There are several batches of Luoluo caravans that travel around the desert at night and have gone through the night.

The door-keeper asked the merchants who were sleeping in the tent at the door to get up, packed their clothes, and began to count them one by one.

"What did you do?"

"Business."

"Where did it come from? Did you bring the diploma from the trade association?"

"The one from Handros City belongs to "Pocket Bag, Guild." This is a diploma of the trade association. "

"That's right, what did you bring?" He brought spices, sir. "

"Well, no problem. In-kind donations or monetary donations?"

"In-kind donation."

"Well, yes. Okay, next one."

The caravans were released one by one, and there were fewer and fewer people standing at the door. Soon, one of the soldiers reviewing came across two businessmen, one big and one small, with cloaks covering their faces.

In the same way, the soldier crossed the spear in his hand and asked in a formal manner, "What did you do?"

……………………………………,Come back home. "

Under the cloak of a big man, he spit out a cold answer.

The soldier raised his head, glanced at the man, and said, "Pull the cloak down and I will look at your face."

Without resisting, the big and small people opposite both pulled down the cloaks on their heads, revealing two hair colors, one black and one pink.

Male, about twenty-four or five.

The female is a gorgeous girl about sixteen or seventeen.

Beside, the caravan that was reviewing was still moving forward slowly.

The soldier frowned, stared at the man and girl's face for a while, and said, "Where did I see you? You two."

The man didn't speak, he just raised his head, those jet-black pupils looked at the hustle and bustle of the street inside through the open door. The young girl gently took the man's arm, and leaned very attached.

"Um... wait a minute."

The soldier put down the spear in his hand, picked up the list of wanted criminals next to it, and flipped through it page by page.

After reading the entire list, he didn't see this man or anyone on the list that looked so good. He scratched his head. Since he is not a wanted criminal, then... there should be no problem.

"Went out to visit relatives?"

The soldier put down the roster, smiled, and picked up the spear in his hand.

The black-haired man slowly lowered his head and looked at the soldier. After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly and took a step away—

"I'm gone, it's been a long time." After entering the city gate, everything around it seemed familiar and strange.

According to normal historical time, in fact, only less than a year has passed.

However, his time has stagnated for more than five hundred years.

Even if the time of this world did not remember him, this body also remembered the five hundred years that passed by, giving itself this kind of strange feeling...

"Come on! Does that guest want to try the steam pancakes just out of the pot? We are time-honored and delicious!"

On the side of the street, open shops are soliciting customers.

The black-haired man turned his head and scanned the bustling rows of shops.

Behind them, the people from the caravan had also walked in, and they started to stay in the hotel or go to the trade guild in the city to peddle. Everything seems to be so orderly.

"Woo..."

There was a feeling of tightness on his arm.

The black-haired man lowered his head and glanced at the pink-haired girl with his habitually cold eyes. Then, he raised his head and looked in the direction the pink-haired girl was looking at.

In the endless stream, two people stood.

One is a "beautiful girl" wearing the women's overalls in the Xingli shop, with long blue hair and a surprised face.

The other is still wearing the familiar set of cloth dresses, with round golden linear pupils, and a girl with long dark hair like the night.

The blue-haired "beautiful girl" stood blankly, her mouth open. He didn't even know how to express his feelings for a while. Those pupils, as pure as the ocean, saw his right hand from the black-haired man’s face. After seeing the small black chain on his arm under the black-haired man’s cloak, he finally couldn’t help covering his own. The mouth, the eyes, opened wider.

Hula However, the other dark-haired girl was not equally sluggish.

She rushed up...

Some water slid down from her cheek as she dashed forward.

Her dress quivered slightly in the air, and when she recklessly opened her hands and threw her hands on the black-haired man's chest...

Snapped.

She tightly hugged this strong and familiar body, who was almost unable to control her, and lay on his chest and started crying.

The cry was not loud.

The crowd of people passing by on both sides only turned their heads occasionally, watching everything that happened here with half watching the good show and half blessing. After that, everyone should do whatever they should. Nothing thrilling happened. Everything seemed so stable.

The black-haired girl cried for a while, after which, she seemed to finally think of something, she let go of the man's body in fear and took two steps back.

She raised her head timidly, looking at the face that was always cold as usual. After confirming that it was him, the girl didn't have the horror of being punished for being "more polite" in her heart. On the contrary, she smiled happily.

"The slave girl and the slave girl go back to cook! Buy vegetables and make them delicious!"

Is it because you are too happy? The black-haired girl turned her head, covered her mouth and ran away.

The black-haired man ignored her, nodded, and walked forward.

When the blue-haired "beautiful girl" was passing by, the tears from the corner of the "beautiful girl"'s eyes also flowed down uncontrollably.

However, he quickly controlled himself. Wiping away the tears, untied the blue ribbon tied to his hair, and let one of his long hairs fly away in the morning breeze in June.

"Subordinates... Subordinates have to go back to work! So... So..."

This may be the first time he couldn't let himself stay next to the black-haired man. Because now he feels that he has no ability to assume the position of guardian.

He needs to find a place to cry, and then laugh again.

The joy and excitement in his heart made him know what to do, and now he can only walk away.

"old……

boss! Sorry……

I……

I skipped work...oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The "beautiful girl" escaped a street and stood in front of a blonde beauty, laughing, crying, and wiping tears. His legs in the skirt trembled with excitement, making the short skirt tremble with him.

The blonde beauty didn't say anything.

She just nodded gently.

Then she raised her head and looked at the black-haired man who was slowly walking by. A flash of surprise flashed in her golden pupils, but soon, the surprise turned into a smile of peace of mind and joy. "Go back and continue working." "The blonde beauty turned her head and left the main road.

It’s just that no one knows that the drop of water that rolled from her cheek accompanied her leaving step, quietly, on her beautiful chin, reflecting the light of the rising sun...

People come and go on the main road.

The black-haired man walked in front alone, and the pink-haired girl followed silently like this, without saying a word.

In the civilian area, the clothes poles and iron wires for drying clothes above the head are staggered, showing a pattern of the market. While the man's footsteps kept moving forward, a squirrel swished past the drying racks.

The red-eyed squirrel jumped over the beam, squatted in a corner of the eaves, and looked condescendingly at the black-haired man walking by.

Obviously, the eyes of this squirrel revealed unbelievable colors. Perhaps because she was too surprised, she kept leaning forward, only to leaned over her head and fell from above.

However, fortunately, the squirrel’s flexible tail directly hooked the rain gutter on the edge of the eaves, and luckily did not fall directly on the rain shed below, making a sound.

An upside-down little squirrel turned back to the eaves again.

This time, she pressed her two hind paws firmly against the tile, and continued to stare at the walking black-haired man.

After looking at it for a while, she thought for a while, turned around, took a hazelnut from her tail, and pointed the eye side of the hazelnut below. Afterwards, the two little guys squeaked and discussed with each other a few times, and in a blink of an eye, they left the eaves and ran towards the house of the Norius family.

The man is walking on the street.

Maybe someone recognized him and looked at him twice. But after the two eyes, the other party showed a little puzzled gaze, passing by him, and continuing to do his own thing.

Slow footsteps, not rushed or impatient.

The icy eyesight is like any moment in the past, scanning everyone who appears on the street, analyzing the opponent's combat power for the first time, and where they can hide weapons. These eyes are still so sharp even after five hundred years. In front of these eyes, there seems to be no secret to hide, and no one dares to invade his domain without his consent.

The wind blowing in the early morning is very leisurely. In the slightly sultry air, the occasional wind blowing makes people feel extremely comfortable. It seems that the time of the entire world is beginning to slow down, trying every means to bring people more comfort.

However, this situation will soon come to an end.

Because it didn't take a moment, a group of people rushed over there in a hurry, separating the crowd.

After hearing those horns, people hurriedly retreated to the sides, knelt down, and saluted.

But this person did not kneel.

He just continued to walk forward in silence, walking with the pink-haired girl.

The patters of hurried footsteps arrived, and the blind princess was the first to run ahead.

She closed her eyes and breathed. Her right hand entangled in vines pressed tightly against her chest, as if she couldn't believe the facts those roses told her.

The man ignored the princess.

When the other civilians were starting to be surprised and trying to figure out each other, he passed the princess's shoulder and continued to walk forward.

The king of the stag empire has arrived.

After seeing the man standing in front of him, his small chestnut pupils also widened at this moment.

Can anyone believe what is right now?

No one can believe it, and no one can give an answer.

However, after seeing the king now showing such a surprised expression, the people kneeling around finally knew that their guess was not wrong. An impossible miracle has now appeared in front of them. How can they not be surprised, how can they not be shaken?

At this moment, even the king, I am afraid there is no way to suppress the whispers of the people around him.

People talked and figured out. However, no matter how they guess, it is impossible to guess the true ending.

In fact, the black-haired man didn't care about these speculations at all. He passed the king and the soldiers without anyone else, and continued, walking on his own path.

Where is he going?

no one knows.

Therefore, people can only follow.

Even King Xiaojin can only open his eyes now, staring at the slowly advancing man in front of him in disbelief, unable to guess where he is going.

Where to go

The black-haired man stepped into the royal cemetery of the stag.

Many kings are sleeping in this solemn and peaceful cemetery. Similarly, Xiaojin's grandfather and his father's heroic spirits are also sleeping.

However, the black-haired man picked up the iron tree outside the gravedigger's room, strode, and came to a grave.

The tomb is newly established.

On the tombstone is engraved the name of Julian Durya, the name of Frihus.

The black-haired man didn't say a word, and after another glance at the monument, he picked up the iron tree, shoveled it, and dug it down.

"You...what are you doing?!" The little king, who was confused in his eyes, didn't suddenly flash with angry colors until this moment. He rushed up, grabbed the black-haired man's iron tree, and said loudly, "No matter what happens, I will never allow anyone to insult my family!"

The black-haired man's eyes were cold.

The cold, in this hot summer, gave people an indescribable shudder.

He lowered his head and looked at the little king, who had an extremely determined expression on his face, and slowly said...

"I, explain to you, will you believe it?"

"I…………"

For a time, 1 Xiaojin didn't know how to answer. Seeing that he didn't answer, the black-haired man shook off the king, and continued to dig up with shovel one by one, doing these desecration of the dead.

The dirt, flying.

But no one dared to stop him.

Soon, a corner of the coffin was revealed inside, and the black-haired man immediately shook off the iron tree in his hand, and with a flick of his hand, he held a black dagger in his hand. At the same time, the pink-haired girl closed her palms and opened it. A circular piece of darkness appeared above the entire tomb, like an umbrella, bringing a touch of tranquil darkness to the tomb below.

Kara, Kara...

The dagger was inserted into the gap, and then, hard.

Accompanied by the sound of the coffin being opened, Yi Xiaojin's heart ached at this moment. He began to regret why he hadn't stepped forward to stop him, and regretted that the civilians should not have poured into this royal tomb now, watching the moment when the bodies of his family were abused!

Sin...

When he saw the black-haired man standing by the coffin, reaching out his hand inside.

And in that coffin, a familiar girl slowly sat up, and after watching the scene of the black-haired man with tears on her face...

Red-haired girl with tears on her face.

She squeezed the withered funeral huā in one hand, and put the white gloved hand gently on the outstretched hand of the black-haired man.

Tears, I thought they had already drained.

But at this moment, the tears that I thought should have shed, are flowing down again.

The scarlet pupils, at this moment, have already lost their magic.

Now, in the three months from March to June now, who can imagine how the three months in this coffin will be spent?

Looking at the black-haired man, the red-haired girl seemed to have swallowed speechlessly.

Obviously there are too many things to say, there are obviously too many feelings to talk to, but at this moment, nothing can be said.

Not even a word can be revealed.

"I knew it……"

The girl, put down the withered funeral huā in her hand, lifted her foot under the pull of the man, and stepped out of the grave.

Wearing a black wedding dress, she no longer cared about the gazes of the people around her. She lay directly on his chest and sobbed. "I know you will come to save me no matter what.

"

"I... always believe this..."

She should be dead, smiling.

The crowd became commotion, some even shouted "Ghost!" "Ghost!"

Something like that, turned around and ran out of the cemetery.

But more people are like their king. Now, they can only stare at the scene in front of them blankly, thinking that they are really fainted or fainted by the heat wave.

is it hot?

Yes………

Because at this time, it is summer.

It’s a little bit hot, yet it can warm people’s hearts and bring so many beautiful summers...