Chapter 33 Crisis

It has been more than a month, and I still haven't seen the shadow of Shura and the chief bodyguard. What on earth are they doing?

As usual, Xue Lie often drunk himself and said some endless drunken words. Locke always kept his mind as if he didn't hear it. He would not forget his purpose of this trip to the east - to get the bone dragon, defeat Pluto, and hate his parents and clan. When he saw Shura's "secret five gases", he felt that the thing (magnetic levitation air chariot) should be as powerful as Apollo's golden arrow. As for whether he could deal with the skeleton soldiers, he only knew it after trying. Therefore, he decided not to go to the Eastern Earth Continent for the time being. However, the power of an air chariot is probably negligible, and Pluto's skeleton soldiers are more than 100,000? If there were no tens of thousands of cars, how dare you challenge Pluto? Next time you see Shura, you have to ask him. It should be time for him to fulfill his promise.

In this way, in the anxious waiting, it lasted for more than a month.

One evening, when Locke dragged Xue Lie and staggered into the patio, the bodyguard was already waiting there. The bodyguard saw the two people, saluted first, and then said eagerly, "Your Majesty summoned the commander-in-chief to the palace."

Locke looked at Xue Lie, who was already unconscious, pointed to his chest and said, "Am I alone?"

"Yes, my lord. Her Majesty summoned only the commander.

"Oh, I see. I'll go to the palace right away." Locke threw Xue Lie to **, took off his boots, and casually pulled a towel to cover his ** upper body. He is afraid that the snow will catch a cold. Then he hurried into the palace.

When Locke saw Shura, he could hardly recognize him. Shura did not wear a golden mask, but was still wearing the white coat, and his skin was particularly pale. What surprised Locke in particular was that he had not seen him for more than two months, and Shura almost lost a large circle. His eyes, which had been slightly sunken, were sinking deeper, and a pair of water-blue eyes also lost their brilliance. His black hair did not have the luster than before, and his waist was more slender like a woman.

"What's going on? Is it missing food or drinking less? How did you lose weight like this? What on earth have you been doing for so long? First, there was an inexplicable pain in Locke's heart, and then there was a series of questions.

Shura didn't say anything, just sat there and drank one after another. There are three super-large wine bottles on the golden table, two of which are empty, and one of which is more than half less purple **. He must have been sitting there for a long time.

"Are you talking? What's wrong with drinking alcohol alone? Locke became angry, grabbed Shura's wrist with one hand, grabbed the cup, and raised his chin with the other hand and lifted it up vibly.

"Look at me! I'm asking you! Why don't you answer me? Do you want me to pry your mouth open?" Locke stared at Shura fiercely.

A layer of blood filled the water-blue eyes. Locke was stunned and unconsciously let go of his hand. He saw despair in those eyes, which suffocating despair involved Locke's heart. After a trembling, it hurt again.

Locke sat down, picked up the cup and poured the rest of the ** in the bottle. He learned from Shura, shook it gently, put the cup close to his lips, took a small sip, tasted it slowly, and then turned the cup a few times with three fingers. This is Shura's usual action, but Locke rotates more than Shura.

In front of him, the Shura, who was once proud as an emperor, is now like an injured beast. He would rather lick the wound alone than let others see his vulnerability.

"Then why did you ask me to come?" Locke smiled helplessly, "Originally, I had a lot to talk to you about. It seems that I came at the wrong time, and my subordinates left." Locke stood up and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Shura grabbed Locke's arm and said, "Locke, you... You have to help me. If you don't help me, I will die!" Those water-blue eyes are full of expectation and begging.

Locke was stunned. He has always been as proud as he has ever made such a request to others? He has both a rich kingdom and a strong army. Standing under nine days and sitting above tens of thousands of people, the world is admiring him. What can bother him? Unless... Unless the ten sea princes haunt him again, or his identity as the queen will be exposed. Locke looked at Shura suspiciously.

"How can I help you if you don't tell me? You have to let me know what happened, right? Locke sat down again.

"No, you must promise me! I can only say it when you promise." The haggard face and the godless eyes look like a child who has made a mistake begging for forgiveness from adults. Locke's heart suddenly softened.

"Okay, I promise you, as long as you don't let me kill myself, I promise you anything." Locke said half jokingly and half seriously.

"That's not true. How come? I knew you would help me." Shura breathed a long sigh of relief and ordered, "Guard, go get the wine!"

"Do you still want to drink? No way. You have drunk two bottles and can't drink any more. If you are drunk, who should I talk to? Locke hurriedly stopped it.

"Who said I drank two bottles? Those two bottles are already empty. Shura looked at Locke and smiled proudly, as if he had just won a victory.

"You... shouldn't be doing a bitter trick, are you?" Locke can't laugh or cry.

"What's the bitter meat trick? Look at my body. I haven't eaten for three days. If I don't eat, I'll starve to death."

"Is it so exaggerated?" Locke looked at Shura. Indeed, his body was so thin that a gust of wind could blow him away. Locke shook his head with a wry smile and stopped talking.

Soon, the bodyguard brought several exquisite pastries and side dishes, as well as a large bottle of fuchsia wine.

The bodyguard retreated. There are only two of them in the huge palace, two real men. Each of them held a cup in their hands, and the transparent crystal cup was full of seductive purple.

"Come and cheers for our meeting and the prosperity of Atlantis!" Shura took the lead in raising the cup, his eyes were shining, and the previous depression swept away.

"Okay! For Atlantis and for our great queen, come and cheers!"

The two teenagers raised their cups and drank them all.

"Well, don't make fun of me. You don't know how hard I, the queen, have done." Shura sighed.

Locke stared at Shura, and he was thinking: If you put on this slender waist again, you will be a girl.

A gust of wind blew in and lifted the layer of purple gauze. The window is open, and they are sitting on the golden seat against the window. This is Shura's bedroom.

Locke looked at the blurred color and suddenly asked, "You seem to love purple, and even the army is called purple reincarnation. Why? I'm different. I like black. Locke said as he poured wine into Shura's glass.

Shura's eyes darkened. He lowered his head and said quietly, "This is not my favorite color, but my sister's favorite..."

"What? Your sister, do you still have a sister? Why have you never heard about it?"

Locke looked at Shura's face, perhaps because the wine he had just drunk had an effect. The originally pale face had a little blood color, a towering nose bridge, water-blue eyes, a pair of phoenix eyes, and a angular face outline like ice sculpture and snow chisel. If a beautiful man like Shura has a sister, his sister must be very beautiful. Locke couldn't help shaking his heart.

"We lived happily, but due to an accident, we were separated... Hey, what are you thinking? Are you listening to me?"

Shura shook his palm in front of Locke's eyes, and finally reacted to his crazy face. Locke turned his eyes and took his soul back.

"Ah! Ah! Listening, listening! You said you have a sister, is she as handsome as you? Oh, no, it's beautiful."

"You..."

Shura finally understood why there was such a nymphomaniac expression on that damn face. He stared at Locke angrily and shouted, "Qi'er, of course she is beautiful. No one in this world can compare with her!"

Oh, Qi'er, her name is Qi'er. Locke remembered the name.

"However, I lost the only thing she gave me. I was afraid that I would forget her and decorated the palace with purple, which would remind me that I still have a sister."

"Oh, that's how it is. So what did you lose from her? Locke asked curiously.

"It's a purple silk scarf."

A purple silk scarf? Locke remembered that he first came to Atlantis and fell out of the huge golden carriage on the busy street. It turned out to be gorgeous. Locke couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart, because the square silk scarf was hidden in his robe.

That elegant fragrance should be the body fragrance of Qier! Locke thought evilly, and he muttered in his heart: Humph, I won't return it to you. You still have my blood jade on you. Let's take it as an exchange. Locke couldn't help but be proud.

"So, what do you want me to help you? Is there something wrong with Qi'er? Have you been kidnapped or kidnapped?

"No, it's not, neither. I... want you to help me... help me send troops."

"Departied troops? What do you mean? Locke didn't understand, and he looked at Shura doubtfully.

"Do you remember the promise between us?" Shura picked up the blood jade around his waist and said, "I promise to exchange it with you with a secret weapon."

"Yes! Yes, why did I forget such an important thing? Locke remembered the air chariot, "But your air chariot just had one, which is too few!" Locke frowned, "I seem to be at a loss. You'd better give it back to me!"

Lock stretched out his hand to take the jade. Shura hurriedly hid it behind him.

"We have hooked, and the man is full of words. You can't go back on your word. Originally, I could give you as much as you want, but now there is trouble. Shura's face became gloomy. It seems that what he said should be a lot of trouble.

"You want me to help you solve this problem, and then give me an air chariot. You can give me as much as I want?"

"Yes, that's what it means." Shura admired Locke and thought to himself: It seems that he has not found the wrong person.

"How can I trust you?" Locke deliberately made things difficult for him.

"I swear: If I break this promise, I will burn my body and mind, and I will not..."

"What's the curse? What oath? It will come true!" Locke stared at Shura fiercely.

"Gugudu", Locke raised his neck and dried more than half a cup. The innate sense of justice came naturally, and there seemed to be a sense of pride rising in his chest.

"No problem, it's up to me! Tell me, what's the trouble?" Locke patted his chest and made a sound.

"At present, we already have 200 air chariots..."

"What? It's just 200, which is too few, and it's at least 10,000!"

"Don't worry, listen to me first."

"Gugudu", Shura also poured more than half a glass of wine.

"Well, as you have seen that our air chariot looks like a metal shell. This metal shell is made of an alloy, which requires several rare elements. These elements are distributed in the soil. So far, the rare elements of the whole Atlantis have been used up by us..."

There is another lot of talk, and Locke seems to understand.

"You mean to send troops to the surrounding countries to grab something, what 'original tree'?"

"Don't say it so hard, okay? That's not all. We just need to take possession of their land and refine the elements.

"No, no! This is aggression and war. Forget it, I don't want your chariot. I'd better find another way. Locke shook his head like a rattle. Because Mr. Piero's words sounded in his ear again, "Heaven and earth create everything, and everything is alive. We must sincerely dedicate and warmly, and live in harmony with everything with a pure and good heart." Starting a war is a charcoal creature. How can it not destroy life? Besides, how can they not resist if you rob other people's territory?

"You... you obviously agreed, how can you go back on your point?" Shura tore the black hair that had lost its luster, "Of course, we can also stop production and give up the fucking air chariot, but..."

Locke was stunned. It was the first time he heard Shura speak rudely. Shura seems to have lost his mind. He looks like a desperate trapped beast. Even if he can't get out of the cage, he has to break the net.

But what? You have to say it completely."

Locke patiently told Shura that he really couldn't bear to look at Shura's thin body, which was crumbling, as if it was about to collapse. If he hadn't encountered a big problem, would he have been haggard like this? He is the "queen" and the king of a country!

"Look inside this hall, and then look out of the window..." Shura shouted.

Locke found that the palace was not very bright and darker than before. He looked out of the window again. It turned out that the night had come long ago, and the crystal dome covering the city was not as bright as before.

"Why is this so?"

"With out of those elements, our energy system will stop working because of the lack of energy. It can't absorb the light of the sun and can't bring light to Atlantis. Then, all the operation of Atlantis will be paralyzed, and human beings will return to the Dark Ages."

That's it. Locke seemed to understand. Shura said that without that kind of "original tree", Atlantis at night would fall into darkness.

"Well, the trouble is big enough." Locke fell into meditation.

"Also, if these elements are not found as soon as possible and everything will return to normal, I, the queen, will have no face to continue. I will expose my identity at the sacrificial ceremony of Neptune, apologize to the people of Atlantis, and then I will be sacrificed to the Sea King and finally burned alive..."

"No, don't say any more! I...promise you." Locke was shocked. A fine layer of sweat has oozed from his forehead.

Lock knew that Atlantis could have today's glory. Shura didn't know how much effort he had put into it. He regarded Atlantis more important than his own life. That's why he was willing to be humiliated by the prince of the sea. At present, hundreds of years of foundation will be destroyed, which is even more uncomfortable than killing him. Locke knows Shura, and he may make a more crazy move for Atlantis.

"What do you want me to do?" Locke surrendered completely, and he knew that he had no choice.

"Go back and prepare for it. Three days later, a flag ceremony will be held in the martial arts arena, and then I will feast for you."

"Yes, my subordinates are obeying!" After drinking the last glass of wine, Locke turned around and walked out.

"Wait, tell Xue Lie to come to see me tomorrow morning."

"Oh? Yes, I will do it."

Out of the palace, a cold wind blew, and a purple corner appeared in the robe, which was the square silk scarf.

It should not have been seen by Shura. Locke took out the silk scarf, put it close to the tip of his nose, and sniffed it. It smelled the same as Shura's body, a light fragrance, especially good.

Qier, Qier, what kind of girl would that be? Locke couldn't help but think about it.

I don't know what the queen said to Xue Lie. When he came back from the palace, his whole body changed. He changed his usual unruly and capriciousness, and he stopped shouting to drink and became energetic, as if he had suddenly matured a lot.

It seems that Xue Lie is deep enough. No wonder, Shura's devil-like figure and ice sculpture-like face almost charmed himself. There was a shadow in Locke's eyes, and he was worried about Xue Lie.