After Giotejano said this, the already quiet environment instantly fell into an even more eerie silence.The Egyptian people did not expect that this Hittite wish would be this, and their eyes widened in surprise, and they looked at the young man with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if to make sure that they had heard it wrong."
I want to see the face of the Divine Envoy under the mask."
Jotejano didn't care about the people's reaction at all, just stared at Fu Zhenhong's eyes, and repeated his wish again and again.Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.Giuteano noticed that Nefertiti's eyes were always calm, and did not cause any ripples because of his words.Maybe it was because the other party had expected him to say such a wish, or maybe it was because he said that this wish was insignificant to Nefertiti.Compared with the indifference of Fu Zhenhong, the party on the side, Amenhote/Pu IV was in a bad mood.His thin lips were tightly closed, and a sharp cold light and chill appeared in his falcon-like eyes, and he "shot" at the man he had planned to "disrupt" under Nefertiti's mask.Jotejano felt the terrifying gaze of the pharaoh on his face, and felt the atmosphere grow more and more condensed with the silence.But so what?
The rules are on the bright side.This link was also set up by the Egyptians themselves.Jotejano raised an eyebrow and placed the gold bracelet on his chest, as if to remind everyone that he was not offended, that he was following the rules, and that his wishes were perfectly matched.Amenhot/P IV understood what the Hittites were trying to say, but it was precisely because they understood it that they became more and more irritable.Whether it was selfishness or other reasons, Amenhot/P IV did not want the true face of Nefertiti to be seen by others, especially since these people also included these two Hittites of not simple origin.His instincts told him that if the twin brothers saw Nefertiti's face, things would get more and more troublesome.He knew best that no one could be truly indifferent under Nefertiti's face.But Amenhot/P IV also knew that today was the festival of Opet, and that the lucky person who received the gold bracelet made a wish to the oracle or high priest to make a wish that could be fulfilled on the spot was an unbreakable tradition of the festival of Opet, and he had no perfect reason to stop it.What's more, with this man's identity as a Hittite national, this wish made is already a sharp edge compared to other contents related to the political affairs of the two countries.For now, the decision is with Nefertiti.With that in mind, Amenhot/P IV turned his gaze to the silent oracle.Not only Pharaoh Amenhot/Pu IV, at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Fu Zhenhong's personal body.Fu Zhenhong took two steps forward, walked to the edge of the longboard and stood up, lowered her eyes slightly, and looked at the man standing below.The other party's back is straight, and his body is long."
I want God to make your lord pluck it." ”Fu Zhenhong responded, although there was only one word, but it was such a simple word that made everyone nervous unconsciously.Will you soon see the true face of the Divine Envoy?
The people below clenched their fists excitedly, they straightened their bodies, stretched their necks, pursed their lips and stared at the Divine Envoy on the tour without blinking, for fear of missing any beautiful moments of the Divine Envoy.Perhaps it was infected by these people, and Giotejano was originally a little curious, but he was also nervous at the moment.He watched as Nefertiti raised his hand and watched as the other man removed the golden mask.The fair and flawless skin, the impeccable nose, and the lips as beautiful as the petals of a flower are as if they had been carefully depicted by the gods.At the moment when they saw Nefertiti's face clearly, the people below gasped, held their breath and looked at this moving "color" in a daze, and even thought for a moment that they were in a dream."
It's...
Is this the Divine Messenger?
”Some people in the crowd stuttered a little so excited to see this beauty."
It's so pretty!
Even the banks of the Nile under the sunset are not as beautiful as the gods have made adults. ”"Nefertiti!
Nefertiti!
The most beautiful person has come, and the name is simply born for the gods!
”"......"
Compared with these people who seem to have fallen into fanatical worship, Gioteano, who faced Fu Zhen's red face, although he did not have such an exaggerated reaction, but there was also a thick surprise in his eyes.The halo of light sprinkled on Nefertiti's body was like a veil of light and sacred and inviolable for him.It should be noble and inviolable, but it reveals a contradictory sense of "confusion" that makes people want to embrace it.Jotejano wasn't sure if he was also affected, but he knew that at this moment, his heart suddenly felt like it was gently scratched by something, and it itched inexplicably.It turns out that those rumors are not exaggerated, not only are they not exaggerated, but they do not really describe the beauty of Nefertiti.Nefertiti's good-looking is full of attacking "sex", and her eyes can crash into the bottom of people's hearts, stirring up a ripple of "chaos".is obviously a cold and glamorous appearance, but because of the tear mole under the eye, there is a kind of seductive and charming.Perhaps, as long as he wants, beauty is his sword, and everyone, male and female, will prostrate at his feet, just to win his favor.Fu Zhenhong condescendingly looked at the somewhat unfocused Joteano, he leaned down slightly, and just leaned his face to the man, "Do you see clearly?"
”Fu Zhenhong asked in a low voice, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and a bit of glamour with a bit of confusion flowed out of the shallow arc.To Joteano, who prides himself on being merry and comfortable in the pile of beauties, the roots of his ears are filled with a hot feeling at this moment, and after meeting Nefertiti's pupils, his heart is even faster for a few seconds.Supiluriuma, who was standing not far away, frowned slightly, he and Arno were twin brothers and could sense each other's emotions.Arno's heart was now quickening.He's nervous.Supiluriuma put his hand on his chest, and here...
The frequency of the beating is also "chaotic".He pursed his lips and walked in the direction of Jotejano, preparing to take away the younger brother who had mixed in with the mentality of watching the excitement, but he was influenced by Nefertiti.However, Supiluriuma had not taken two steps before he heard Nefertiti say something to Jotejano."
Tell me, what's your name."
Fu Zhenhong's tone was lukewarm, and his voice did not fluctuate greatly, but it sounded tight.Giuteano also came back to his senses completely at this time, and when he returned to his usual state, he did not deliberately hide his name: "Jotejano." ”He said directly.Jotejano?
That's the younger brother of the twins.After getting the answer, Fu Zhenhong stood up straight, glanced lightly at his brother Supiruriuma who was walking this way, and put on the golden mask again.The people, who could no longer see the face of the divine envoy, stroked their chests with some regret, and slowly calmed their hearts that were shocked by Nefertiti's face.Supiluriuma walked up to Jotejano and signaled with his eyes that it was time for him to go.Giuteano immediately understood what he meant, and after a moment of silence, he said meaningfully to Fu Zhenhong: "Nefertiti, I look forward to seeing you next time." ”At last, he departed with Supiluriuma.After the two Hittite episodes, the procession of the Opetite festival continued in an orderly manner.But because Fu Zhenhong was so pious at the beginning, he looked up to the gods in their hearts with a pious and thoughtless heart.Nefertiti's face came to their minds, and even if their faces were no longer "revealed" with excitement, their hearts could not be completely calm.If they had admired and worshiped this mysterious envoy before they saw Nefertiti's true face, then after seeing the beauty under Nefertiti's mask, there was a somewhat dark subtle thought in their hearts.They began to feel that the gods should either always be on high and keep their distance from everyone and not be possessed by anyone, or they should lie in their arms and be carefully loved.They no longer think that Nefertiti, as an oracle of God, and Seysituls, the messenger of God, are a match.Standing on his face, he could barely guess a little.His current mood can be said to be very bad, and the boredom in his heart has also stained his gentle face with a layer of haze, and the cold and obscurity have accumulated in his pupils.He wanted to go up to Nefertiti at once, hug him, kiss him, and tell those who coveted his lover that Nefertiti was his, and could only belong to him.This eagerness to declare to all of Egypt made it impossible for Sisturus to bear to stay in the place that had made him emotionally impetuous, and he could not keep his composure.So he walked to the Luxor Temple on the south bank of Thebes, and then followed directly when Fu Zhenhong got out of the tour car and walked into a separate resting tent."
Nefertiti."
Sai Siturs shouted Fu Zhenhong's voice, stepped forward and hugged Fu Zhenhong tightly in his arms from behind.Feeling the pliable touch in his arms, Sai Siturs was depressed all day before his mood improved slightly.As if he was forced to verify, he put his chin on Fu Zhenhong's shoulder, like an injured large canine, and asked Fu Zhenhong for comfort that could soothe the anxiety in his heart."
Nefertiti, it's mine, right."
His tone was low, and there was a slight hoarseness in his voice, as if he was trying to suppress some dark emotions that should not be cultivated.But after he said this, he didn't wait for Fu Zhenhong to answer, he slowly rubbed the skin on the side of Fu Zhenhong's neck with his lips, wanting to gain peace of mind through this intimacy.If this had been placed in the past, the carefully loving Sai Siturs would never have made such an inappropriate move towards Zhenhong.But today he has too many ups and downs to control his desire to be close to his beloved's heart."
Nefertiti, I want to kiss you."
Sai Siturs said in Fu Zhenhong's ear, and there was a kind of affection in his lower voice than before.
The thirst of desire.