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Lin Lang and Ramses returned to where the truck was parked.

The dark-skinned guy bowed his head and smoked, feeling depressed.

Ramses did not have time to deal with the sadness of the young man, and asked him directly, "What about Xue Qiqi?"

"Leave. I can't come back."

Actually gone?

Ramses frowned deeply, "Which direction did she go?"

Moulay raised his hand and pointed to the east.

"We're catching up." Ramesses took the opportunity to grab Lin Lang's hand and ran east.

To the east is the opposite direction of the pyramid, and the number of people playing is gradually decreasing. It is an open and flat sea of ​​sand. Ramesses has no difficulty seeing Xue Qiqi in white clothes. in the middle. Xue Qiqi panicked the Six Gods without a master, why did she think she was so lucky that she could meet a rogue whenever she walked?

Her eyes inadvertently saw one side, and her whole heart was hot.

"Ramesis, I, I am here!"

Xue Qiqi pushed away, and while crying for help, she rushed towards Ramesses—she had completely ignored Lin Lang beside the man.

The younger brother was still holding his fragile sister, seeing Xue Qiqi's buttocks behind a group of fierce men.

Ramses thought secretly ... let her die on the spot.

He protected Lin Lang behind him and drew his dagger from his waist.

Ramses had a keen eye, he said, this group of people is not a general harassment gangster, but prepared.

Sure enough, in the process of chasing, someone pulled out the knife, and Sen Lengguang shot around, scaring Xue Qiqi's face.

"Poof—"

Blood splatter.

Ramesses blocked Xue Qiqi, and he couldn't just watch his home tools destroyed.

Xue Qiqi was moved, "Sorry, do you feel pain?"

She even forgot the danger at hand, and came forward to check Ramses' wound.

Ramses glanced at her with a fool's look.

Xue Qiqi hadn't figured it out yet, and he was stiff and stabbed.

"Ahhhhhh! It hurts!"

The scream sounded through the clouds.

Ramses's expression changed slightly.

I don't know if Xue Qiqi's howl was too hard, and something changed all around.

Clouds freeze the sun.

The gravel on the ground started to shake.

"Boom, boom, boom--"

The mysterious power is about to break out.

Everyone was surprised, and then stood unsteady, one by one fell to the ground, eating mouthful of hot sand.

"God, what the **** is this!"

Accompanied by screams, they quickly found themselves in a "giant funnel", a strong suction dragged their legs and pulled down a little.

This golden quicksand is frantically absorbing foreign objects!

"Oh, nature is crazy!"

"Crazy head! Don't hurry to call for help, we will die here!"

People are desperate because they are flying around the sand in a short time, and built a thick wall of sand, dimly, they can hardly see the outside!

"sister!"

Ramses face was horrified, he couldn't care about the pain in his arm, and he climbed up with his injured hand, and escaped from the vortex.

Xue Qiqi passed out because of the shock.

"Snapped--"

Ramesses kicked open the sand, pulled the man out like a carrot, and dragged her to run forward.

The direction is exactly where Lin Lang is.

The sand poured into his eyes frantically, and Ramesses wiped it hard, hurting fiercely.

He fell, and walked and crawled in a few steps.

Xue Qiqi was even more miserable. She woke up halfway and found that she was carrying her head down and her nostrils were full of sand!

"Hey--"

She protested weakly and was quickly overshadowed by the rumble of the ground.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

Ramses ran as hard as he could, half of his eyes were swollen, barely seeing the figure not far away.

Behind her is a borderless golden desert. The towering pyramid is looming in the sand. The black gauze on the cheek is blown away and entangled with the long hair in the waist. She was like a **** wandering in the twilight, panicking around, wondering how to escape the disaster.

"Lamesis!"

She also saw Ramses, yelled happily, and hurried over.

Don't come! Run!

Run!

Ramesses' throat was filled with countless grains of sand and gravel, and his blood was blurred, and his hoarse tone was mixed with blood, like a whimpering wind.

He bent his fingers and clasped his throat hard.

"help me!"

Extend a hand underneath and grab Ramses' ankle.

The unpredictable pulling force made the younger brother's body unbalanced and plunged into the sand.

But the people in the distance couldn't hear the brother's warning at all, and when she saw someone staggering and fell to the ground, she ran faster.

"I pooh pooh pooh!"

In the wrestling of Ramses, Xue Qiqi suffered first and finally struggled away from the sand flow. She was sighing that there would be a blessing in the end of the tribulation, but when she turned her head, she was suddenly scared away, "Mother! Can this sand move?"

Her feet were like pouring lead water. She didn't know if she was cramped or scared. In short, she couldn't stand up.

Facing the threat of death, Xue Qiqi can only hug her life-saving god.

Ramses coughed over his mouth, the sand between his fingers was stained with blood, and the tight nerve tightened again.

There is only a few minutes left for strength.

"Let go!"

Pharaoh made a decisive decision and chose to give up the humanoid crossing tool. His physical strength was almost exhausted, not to mention that there was an older sister's wife who ran to him in front.

That is the person he needs the most protection.

"Shang Wang! You can't leave me behind! Please!"

The humanoid crossing tool cried and snotted, holding his calf.

"--open!"

Ramesses gasped irritably. He kicked the kick and still did not leave Xue Qiqi behind.

"--what!"

Xue Qiqi exclaimed with a terrible cry, she was dragged into the quicksand vortex.

Ramesses was pulled by her, and it was equally difficult to escape. Half of his body fell into the thick sand flow, his ears roared, and his senses were instantly blocked by the disaster.

The suffocation is getting worse.

From the neck to the top of his head, he swallowed his consciousness.

Xue Qiqi is even more desperate, her ability to pass through has failed, and as long as she is aware of the danger before, she will be able to disappear!

She broke down and cried.

Compared with her, Ramses was more unwilling, he did not want to die here.

What if his sister died?

"Lamesis!"

He had a headache, and his body lost control.

As if to hear a voice, it came from a distance in a misty way.

The only thing he could feel was that his bare hand was held by someone.

hot……

What is it?

Tears?

Ramses opened his mouth and filled it with sand and stones.

In vain, there was no sound.

Run ... run ... don't stay here ... it's dangerous here ...

The heavy suffocation cut his strong will, and his emotions were fragmented.

He was so painful, sobbing desperately, trying to urge her to leave in this way.

In the chaos, Ramses smelled a fishy smell.

The warm liquid ran down the lines of his palm and penetrated into the sand.

is blood.

Ramses seemed to perceive something, and his stiff body struggled again.

Fierce, want to break free of imprisonment.

"misty……"

She called him intimately, just like those countless starry nights, he occasionally scorned and fell on her lap and refused to get up. She was so helpless that she could only put a soft tone on her and coax her coquettish brother. At that time, the moonlight was as cool as water, like the white gauze on the cheeks of the girl, and the pond occasionally heard a few lingering water sounds. In the wind was the fragrance of figs, thick and sweet.

Her eyes are always on the horizon and the distance.

But in the heart of the young prince, he only remembered the long, long eyelashes of his sister when she was asleep, like a thousand sleeping black cats.

He takes pride in loving his sister and shame in not loving his sister.

She admired the strong, and he was ambitious and ambitious.

Even at the beginning, all his scheming was just to hold the hand of his sister.

That's the moment.

She folded her hands together, covering her icy palm with a pious gesture.

"Meng Meng, you have to be good."

"Wait, wait for me, cough, go find you ..."

The hoarse female voice stopped abruptly.

Suddenly disappeared.

The world freezes.

Time is still.

He fell into a coma.

"... No! Sister!"

Ramses woke up from a blood-red dream.

He covered his colic, his body twitched slightly because of cramps, and a lot of sweat wet his hair and back.

"Sir, you are awake."

Beyond the veil, the white-servant maid shyly puts on her crown and waistcoat.

The sober king has not spoken for a long time.

The maid emboldened and opened the tent carefully.

The black hair was messy scattered on the broad red / naked chest, and the vaguely green neck was vaguely visible. Bronze-colored muscles were soaked in hot sweat, and like the golden double rings of the sun disk at the ear, flashing a subtle light.

The Egyptian pharaoh covered his eyes with one hand, his chest undulated and gasped violently.

The new maid immediately panicked and quickly rushed to the king's side, "Sir, how are you?"

Pharaoh's lips moved slightly.

"What are you saying? The slave can't hear clearly!"

The maid was close to his face, the fragrance was filled, and the pharaoh twisted her head in disgust.

"--roll."

Even if the golden eyes as sharp as the falcons were covered, Pharaoh's deterrent did not subside. The beautiful maid looked pale and crawled out of the king's bedroom.

"This is the first one?"

Seeing this scene, the older maid shook her head.

"Wang Shang has not called the concubine for more than 20 years. A little slave, still want Wang Shang Gao to have a look?"

The companion nodded deeply, expressing his opinion, "Maybe these female slaves feel that the king does not love the noble concubine, and may be more fond of some low-status, soft-tempered girls.

"The little girl is still naive."

"Also, when they were not born, Queen Nefertari was known for her unparalleled brilliance. They had not seen the Queen ’s manner before her life, they thought they were unique beauty and could easily win the King ’s Beloved, know that the concubine Isenofrett was not famous for her beauty, but in the end— "

"Hush, don't say it, King Wang doesn't want to hear this name."

The two heard a muffled noise and each went their own way.

This is the 30th year of Ramses II's reign.

He could not remember how many times he awakened from a nightmare, with a gorgeous embroidered quilt on his body, and his eyes were the magnificent palace and the beautifully dressed maid.

All the people surrounded him.

He held the Pharaoh's scepter, the supreme king of Egypt.

Twenty years ago, a faithful priest discovered a pharaoh who had been missing for six months in the desert near the temple. He had a high fever, was seriously injured, and was unconscious. After careful care, Pharaoh was sober after three days. Underneath was cheers, and Pharaoh, who was recovering from his illness, looked at them indifferently.

Like the lonely soul ghost who is free.

Pharaoh changed.

He was better at fighting, ambitious, and he went on expeditions year after year.

At the same time, Pharaoh changed his low-key style of the past, vigorously engaged in civil engineering during his reign, and hired artisans with the wealth of war hunting. Ramesses II built a large number of palaces, temples, statues, and stone monuments in Thebes and Memphis, which were either exquisite or magnificent.

The Egyptian monarch issued an edict to the craftsmen, asking them to record the ambitions and feats of his ruling period in carvings and inscriptions.

Do everything you can to extol the sacred and great achievements of the king.

When the great emperor was 91 years old, he became the most legendary king in Egyptian history.

The subjects loved him, the enemy feared him, and even the gods paid special attention to him, long forgotten his day of sleep.

Peer, the new capital.

Under the bright sun, the crowd was bustling and performing their duties. The soldiers were stubborn and carried out daily patrols on the street. Officials rushed to the pharaoh's palace without losing grace with a thick wig. With a heavy drink, a few large ships approached the beach, and a group of males with big waists whirled and swelled up, skillfully handling precious and exotic goods.

Busy and prosperity is the main theme of this new capital.

People have already eliminated the fear and anxiety of moving to the capital earlier, and they have been filled with their hearts in their daily lives.

They thought it might be because of the power of the gods.

The bustling new city is full of glorious temples and prayer dances. In the north, the guardian **** Uto is sleeping, in the east, the sound of the horse of the goddess Astalt is heard, in the south, the Satyr who dominates the desert, and in the west, the chaos of the light of the **** Amon breaks through the chaos, ushering in the dawn of hope. .

The trail of God is everywhere.

People's faith in God's Jacket becomes more intense and firm.

For example, at this moment, they saw an old man with white hair holding a bunch of lotus flowers, and slowly walked to the northern temple of Amun. The sun in June was scorching like magma, and the old man did not shy away. He was tall and burly, with a straight back, wrapped in a white shawl and a thin pleated waistcoat, and walked calmly in the middle of an uncovered street. Only the palm was raised, and he was carefully guarding the ice blue water lily in his arms.

Is this flower dedicated to God Amon?

Everyone thought so.

Behind the old man was a group of old and young.

People inexplicably felt familiar and watched them walk in awe.

At noon, the Sun Temple stood towering, and the bas-relief of the lapis lazuli was plated with blue glaze by sunlight, intertwined into a magnificent color.

Above the splendid throne, the Egyptian goddess held an iron whip, and looked at his majestic son, his most beloved.

"This idol is doing very well."

An old, low male voice rang from the hall.

The young clerk replied respectfully, "In accordance with your instructions, we selected 138 top craftsmen in Thebes and Memphis, and selected the most suitable costumes for the **** Amun from hundreds of base drawings. , Posture ... "He was not finished yet, and was stopped by the old general next to him with a gesture.

The young man suddenly murmured something.

"Shusha--"

It was the sound of the sleeves brushing over the rough stone surface.

The elder Egyptian pharaoh wiped the sacrificial stone platform carefully and meticulously, until the spot of the spot was clear, and then he put the branch of blue lotus in his arms on the stone platform.

Afterwards, Pharaoh lowered his eyebrows, folded his hands, and entered the daily prayer ceremony.

The clerk did the same.

I do n’t know how long the clerk ’s calf and **** are numb, but he dare not move half a point-did not see the pharaoh and the old general standing steadily, without moving the lines?

To be honest, he sometimes doubts his age, otherwise he is a young man in his early twenties, how is his physical strength worse than that of the elderly?

"Urd."

Pharaoh finally opened his mouth.

The clerk was so weeping that he moved his numb arm and responded in a low voice, "What did Pharaoh tell me?"

"After you die, how will you record my life?"

The clerk screamed inside the marmot, oh my god, this terrible answer to the big question, he really couldn't be too happy!

So good, which monarch would ask what happened after his death?

He repeatedly considered the language and recited the full text with a beautiful aria, "You are a glorious king of Egypt, joined the army at the age of ten, and fought at the age of 15 with Seth I, and defeated Hittite at the age of 25. To preach ... "

Pharaoh seemed to laugh, "Oh, does he?"

The clerk's heart twitched.

Oops, it seems that Pharaoh is not satisfied.

But it does not matter, as the longest surviving clerk, he deeply understands the truth, holding thighs must be fast, accurate and ruthless!

The clerk tried his best to stabilize herself. "You were enthroned at the age of 25 and married Queen Nefertari the same year. She was so beautiful and wise that you fell in love and could not extricate yourself."

That's right, he is holding the thigh of Queen Nefertari!

Pharaohs are stricter than the law and never tolerate, with the exception of the queen.

"When you were thirty-five years old, you built a temple for the queen in Abu Simbel. You let the craftsman stand the statue of the queen on your feet, which means immortal protection and never separation. In Queens Valley, you said you were right The queen ’s love is unique, cough ... "

The young man blushed slightly, embarrassed to continue.

Too numb.

In particular, he also faced the majestic and solemn face of the elder Pharaoh, and he could not imagine that the Jagged King was like a young boy with an open heart, showing a look of sunshine and innocence.

… No, I ca n’t think about it anymore, his idol is supposed to collapse.

"And then?" Ramses II asked with great interest.

The clerk looked at Pharaoh with his eyes.

Does this kind of love between husband and wife really tell him to be an outsider?

Ramesses II chuckled, and the long ruling time gave Pharaoh a profound power and aura, and at this moment, his sharp eyebrows spread out, and he had a little arrogance in his youth. "Sister she If you hear these words, it will definitely bully me. She is the worst, a liar, and always likes to bully honest children. "

Clerk: "..."

Are you serious about this?

Pharaoh thought about it, and felt that it was inappropriate to speak like this. He added in a small voice, "Don't say it out, say ... well, don't say I said it."

Clerk: "..."

Pharaoh saw the young man's face with unbelief, and felt that he must have been confused by the **** beauty of the queen. Ramesses II was very dissatisfied and emphasized again, "She is really bad. If one day you see her--"

He paused.

"Do n’t be surprised about her hair and clothes, do n’t lock her up, and do n’t beat her. You should worship her like a god, and love her. When she gets old, then bury her next to me. When that happens, I will Teach her personally. "

All this sounds like a fantasy, how can the soul of the dead return to the earth?

But Pharaoh determined that his sister would return to Egypt someday.

Back to his side.

On the day of his marriage, he had drunk the water of Nile life with her and concluded an ancient covenant with her in the Karnak Temple.

He kissed her forehead.

She is his identified wife, his great Egyptian hostess.

They have made an appointment and will meet again in the future.

But the day of the reunion was even more distant than he thought.

Pharaoh stared at the gray eagle under the dome of the temple, closed his eyes, buried all emotions, and regained the indifferent, calm king before the adult, "Urd, there is something you need to do."

The clerk listened with respect.

"When I'm dead, you write like this. Ramses II, tyrant, war madman, nature likes killing and plundering. The hobby is to tout himself, so he ordered the craftsman to build a lot of palaces and temples. There are eight women, the queen alone, more than a hundred concubines, and countless heirs. He refused to the women who came, not only married his sister, but also married his own daughter, and had a very happy life. How to write, understand? "

The clerk shook his head stunned.

He picked up his chin that fell to the ground, closed it again, and honestly said, "I don't understand."

The clerk hesitated for a moment and carefully opened his mouth, "Are you a bit ... burnt today?"

Didn't Pharaoh build a temple, and did he want to use God as a medium to return Queen Nefertari to Egypt?

Moreover, Pharaoh is notoriously not close to women, where are the women and heirs? Even today's heirs come from the blood of the collaterals and were personally taught by Pharaoh.

Ramesses II was smirked, and kicked his feet up and down.

"I told you to write like this, so much nonsense? Why are you Pharaoh or am I Pharaoh?"

The clerk aggrieved and nodded.

Yes, you are the robber leader.

"Okay, it's getting dark, you go back first." Pharaoh urged again.

"Huh, don't you go back with us, King?"

The clerk's head was dizzy and still outside the state.

Ramesses II smiled and rarely teased him, "Why, did the old Pharaoh even have the freedom to date small lovers privately?"

The clerk was embarrassed.

Every day you are committed to scaring the beauties of the countries, where is the little lover?

"Boom!"

The old general, without a word, bowed his head and bowed, giving a heavy bang.

The clerk is stunned.

What's the matter again?

Pharaoh raised the general's arm, patted it comfortably, and said warmly, "Go back. Don't frighten the child."

Old and young walked out of the temple.

The clerk was still blindfolded, but he looked at the serious face of the old general and chose wisely to remain silent.

"jingle--"

In the crisp camel bell, the camel caravan brought a new batch of exotic spices.

Outside the quiet and alienated temple, there are endless living worlds. Groups of children step on each other's soft and wet mud after the rain, leaving behind a string of lively feet .

Someone is in his prime.

Someone has been dead for a long time.

The elder Pharaoh gently stroked the idol, his hands thin, like a piece of wood that had lost plenty of moisture.

He is no longer young.

"When will you come?

In the young days, I was afraid that you would n’t come and would sleep hard all night.

And when I am old, I am afraid you will come.

Ramesses II asked the gods, and seemed to mumble again.

"I have done everything you want. Our people are happy and happy, our land is rich and rich, our country says it is true, our civilization will be famous forever."

Our Egypt is immortal, have you seen it?

Sister, Mengmeng has always been good.

Would you like to glance at me here?

One glance, one glance will do.

I can't remember exactly what you look like, what kind of earrings you wear, what color waistcoat you wear, and what a sweet smile on your face.

I am old and I am no longer the young man who can hold you in a circle with one hand.

Sister, I ... I am afraid.

Fear of aging, fear of ugliness, fear of this closed eyes, is a dark one.

Cold and boring.

"Cough cough--"

The elderly pharaoh coughed up painfully, and his back was covered with dark wounds from successive years of war, so that the pharaoh in his later years was so sick that he often had trouble falling asleep.

There was blood on the corners of the lips, but Ramses II did not wipe it off, but put his head on the idol, raised his face, his pupils were loose, staring at the blue outside the window.

He had longed for the sky, but he was willing to be bound in a square, and be her favorite king.

For a long time, Ramses II took a small object out of the dark bag folded in his waistcoat.

It's sugar.

It was wrapped in rainbow colored icing outside.

The sky in Egypt is monotonous and there are few clouds. This arid land has little rain all year round, and the chance of encountering a rainbow is very slim.

This was the reward that he had braided when he was in the truck with his sister that day.

He has kept it for sixty years and has not been willing to eat it.

Accompanied by the subtle noise of Sosso, Ramses II held his breath and slowly peeled off the crystal clear rainbow candy paper.

A piece of dirt.

He froze.

The chocolate candy has already been melted by the sunlight of Egypt. Due to the long time left untreated, it can only be slowly solidified, moldy, and spotted, and it has a strange strange smell.

Ramesses II was silent. He held out his trembling hand, and he gently hooked his condensed powder with his forefinger and put it into his mouth.

"Um ... sweet."

The old man covered his eyes and smiled like a child.

The palm is slightly wet.

It's very sweet.

Sister really did not lie to him.

My favorite God, you do n’t have to worry.

Ramses is no longer suffering.

In July, our Nile mother is about to usher in a flooding day. If you return, please inform your brother in advance.

I will not be afraid of ghosts and wind and rain, and I will take you home in person.

I am waiting for you.

no matter when.

No matter where.