This is crossing

Chapter 12

?The little boy opened his eyes wide in surprise, with a bright question mark on his head, and asked strangely, "Are you calling Ansair?"

Yang Tao ignored him, and just said to the man, "Please hurry up and inform Ansair for me. My leg is broken and I can't walk. Let him pick me up. Otherwise, will you send me back?"

After he finished speaking, the horse team didn't respond.

Yang Tao didn't notice the subtle changes in the expressions of those people. He stood there, only feeling that the days were like years, thinking, if only he could fall down and sleep like this now.

"Your name is Ansair!" The little boy shouted with his eyes wide open, pointing at Yang Tao.

The child's high-pitched voice now sounded like background noise, distant and indistinct.Yang Tao reluctantly raised his eyes to look at him.

The fracture site was already numb with pain, the weight of the whole body was only supported by the other leg, and his body was also getting chills. Yang Tao tried hard to fight against the drooping eyelids, but the figure of the man and the child in his arms was still in his sight Gradually distorted and blurred.

Before he fell completely into darkness, he vaguely heard the little boy's anxious voice: "Father, he is dead!"

Die your sister!

Yang Tao felt that he was in a bumpy boat, was thrown high in the shocking waves, and then fell so hard that his bones were about to be broken.

He desperately opened his eyes, but before he could see anything clearly, he was poured into his mouth with cold wind, and coughing desperately, he finally realized his situation.

Damn!Who will tell him why he was straddled on the horse like a sack!

And so surviving, that horse was running like crazy!

Yang Tao was thrown back and forth non-stop, and his bile was poured out. All he could do was hold the horse's neck firmly, and his legs clamped the horse's belly desperately to avoid being thrown out.

But what's even worse, this horse is actually a master hurdler!With four hooves high, he leaped over a tree branch in midair. That heroic posture is really valiant!

At the same time, Yang Tao couldn't hold on any longer, and flew away from the horse, and fell into the mud like a stone. After rolling a few times, he hit a tree trunk and stopped.

Immediately, Yang Tao felt that his internal organs seemed to be shifted, his throat was sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, before he could think of anything, he completely passed out.

When the knight in charge of the escort arrived after chasing his frenzied horse, he saw Yang Tao collapsed limply on the ground, his face was as white as paper, he had already exhaled a lot of breath, and had lost his inhalation.

Yang Tao had a dream.

When he was dreaming, he didn't know it was a dream, he just felt that everything was so real.

He dreamed about the sex with Ansair.

Unlike the blurred memory in waking life, in the dream all the details are clear: how he overwhelmed Ansair, how he hit him when he resisted, how he took his clothes off, and how Playing with his body, how to enter him, how to gasp and orgasm inside his hot body...

And every expression change on Ansair's face is also very clear: the initial surprise and bewilderment, the subsequent forbearance and obedience, and the final indulgence and loss...

After waking up, Yang Tao felt both ashamed and, uh, excited. The high tent between his legs could fully explain his physical feelings.

Coexisting with the high fever desire in his body was the strange feeling of itching and pain in his bones all over his body.

He slowly recalled the previous events:

Black holes, bone fractures, horse teams, men, children, horses running wild, severe pain behind falling off a horse...

He moved his leg, the fracture was no longer painful, and he could move freely.Apart from a bit itchy bones and lack of strength all over the body, there is no other discomfort.

Thinking about it with his toes, he must have been brushed with holy light several times during his coma.This kind of healing technique in this world is simply a cheat-like existence.

Yang Tao observed his surroundings. Although the room he was in was not as luxurious as Ansair's bedroom, the furnishings and decorations were all high-quality goods.

It should be back to the palace.With Ansair's behavior, he was a little surprised that he didn't move him back to his residence.

Where is Ansair now?How long has he been in a coma, I don't know what happened to the wedding.

Maybe it will be cancelled?

Because of the black hole that appeared inexplicably, he missed the wedding. After a lot of tossing, he was injured and fell off the horse, but he was still a little rejoicing in his heart, at least he didn't have to go to get married right away.

He rang the bell next to the bed.

After a while, after a few polite knocks, the door opened, and a team of guards entered.

After them, a little Douding walked in swaggeringly.

Behind Xiao Douding was a muscular burly man who looked like his bodyguard.

This score is laid out!

Yang Tao pouted secretly.

Xiao Douding stood in front of his bed, with a serious white and round face.

Yang Tao looked at him silently.

Not long after, Xiao Douding couldn't bear it anymore, and said in a childish voice, "Why don't you see this prince?"

Yang Tao's heart moved, this kid is also a prince?What is his relationship with Ansair?

Looking carefully, the child's brows are very similar to Ansair, almost a shrunken version of Ansier with a bun face.Could it be Ansair's younger brother?

"Little friend," Yang Tao asked, "Do you know Ansair?"

Xiao Douding showed a confused expression on his face, frowning and thinking about something seriously, and after a while he said with certainty: "Ansair knows it!" Then he emphasized his tone as if giving an example, "Ansair Al sees Ansel in the mirror every day!"

Yang Tao chewed on his words for a long time before he came back to his senses.

"What's your dad's name?"

Little Douding tilted his head.

"Okay, what's your father's name?"

"Father's name is Aldrich!"

Yang Tao was silent for a few seconds: "How old are you?"

"Ansair is three years old this year!" He said proudly puffing out his small chest.

Ha ha, please stop making trouble!

The tender bun face is easy to deceive and bully.This is Yang Tao's overall impression of the three-year-old Ansair.

It was hard to relate him to the handsome, dignified man he had grown up to be.As an adult, Ansair looked very much like His Majesty the King Aldrich who had met him once, no matter how he behaved or looked.

Could it be that the first condition of being a king is to learn how to pretend?

Yang Tao stared at the miniature version of Ansair for a long time, and suddenly stretched out a hand to pinch his cheek.

The child said inarticulately, "Are you doing Sumu?"

"It's nothing. You feel very good when you pinch it, let me pinch it again." Yang Tao slapped him on the face again as he spoke.The smooth and tender skin of a child is like milk, and it is addictive when pinched.

"cough!"

The bodyguard at the side coughed suddenly.

Yang Tao reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Ansair looked at him with some grievances, rubbed his face, stuffed another piece of jerky into his mouth, and chewed carefully, one cheek bulged out, and his eyes were round.It reminds Yang Tao of the hamsters he raised when he was a child.

At this time they are eating.

In Ansair's few cognitions, people should eat more when they are sick, and only by eating can they get better.So every day after Yang Tao woke up, Ansair got up in the morning and practiced martial arts, and brought a lot of food to him.

Yang Tao started to eat more to save face, but he really didn't have much appetite.After eating bacon and bread for several days, he now misses the soy milk fritters that were early in front of the school.

Moreover, although his injury looked healed from the outside, he vaguely felt that his body was not as good as before.My limbs are weak, I have no appetite, I am prone to sleepiness, and my eyelids start to fight after sitting for a long time.

That kind of holy light technique can quickly heal trauma, but it doesn't seem to be able to repair the fundamental damage of the human body.

Although Ansair came to deliver food to Yang Tao, he was the one who stuffed things into his mouth desperately.Yang Tao wondered how such a small child could hold so much stuff in his stomach, isn't he afraid of holding on?

"Why don't you eat plain wood?" the child asked with puffy cheeks.

"I see you are full."

Ansair swallowed what was in his mouth, took another big mouthful of juice, and burped loudly.

Yang Tao turned his head silently, unable to bear to look any further.

"Why do you get full just by looking at Ansair?"

"Because you look good."

The child who thought he had been praised quietly blushed, and said coyly for a while, "Well, you're pretty good-looking too."?