who moved my coffin

Cyrus curled up lazily in the huge soft pillow, teased the little beetles crawling around with his eyes half-opened, and cast curious glances at Imerton who was flipping through the "Bible of the Dead" from time to time. line of sight.

The interior of the Il Lazate Manor has been completely decorated in a Turkish style according to Cyrus' latest preferences.

The design talents honed at Geliott Grindelwald could not be wasted, and Cyrus felt that this style was best suited to his current situation: cushions and soft rugs everywhere, able to make his waist weak all the time. Well rested, and able to deal with some insatiable glutton, instead of letting him prop himself up against a cold wall as a nut-driller, or rest on a crumbling marble table as a nail, now if Imerton Sudden animal behavior, at least Cyrus' back or butt can be in a warm and soft environment.

Even the phoenix body with super resilience is a bit too much for Imerton's almost endless demands, so Cyrus couldn't help but look at Imerton with a hint of sadness.

After Imerton received Cyrus' gaze, he automatically turned his sorrow into affection. He came over and sat beside Cyrus, scaring away the baby beetles who were playing happily, and gently twisted Cyrus. Les's little paw, stroked it, and looked at his lover affectionately, "Can't wait? Cyrus, my dear, bear with me for a while, I'll feed you after reading this chapter..."

Upon hearing this, Cyrus slapped Imerton's wolf paw away and kicked him hard, "Get lost!"

Imerton smiled without hesitation, and leaned against Cyrus, fascinated by his swollen little face, "Even when he's angry, he's cute..."

Cyrus rolled his eyes towards the sky, grabbed the pillow beside him and threw it over, then stood up reluctantly, and quickly pulled up all the curtains in front of the mirrors that could be seen.

"Cyrus, you are really in a hurry!" Imerton suddenly appeared behind Cyrus, wrapped his arms around his waist vaguely, and bit his ear.

"Stop, Imerton, don't do this to me again, you know what I want to ask you!" Cyrus broke Imerton's hand with both hands, turned his head, and looked at Imerton seriously, "Now that the mirror is blocked by me, you can tell me what happened recently, I can feel what you are avoiding, tell me, what problems have you encountered? Don't try to hide it from me, you know, if I If you really check it yourself, you will definitely find something..."

Imerton was stunned. He suddenly tightened his grip on Cyrus and frowned, "You don't believe me? Don't you believe that I can protect you?"

Cyrus smiled and raised his eyebrows, "So, this matter really has something to do with me?"

Imerton smiled wryly, "Smart little thing, don't be so smart, okay..."

Cyrus twitched the corners of his mouth, "What's the use of being smart, it's because you've wiped it out..."

Emerton's smile deepened, and his hand reached down dishonestly again.

Cyrus suddenly pushed Imerton to the ground, jumped, and straddled Imerton in an ambiguous posture. He squinted at Imerton, lowered his head slowly, and touched Imerton with his fingers. Eyes, lips, and finally pulling Imerton's fingers into his own mouth.

Satisfied to find that Imerton's breathing became short and his eyes became deep...

Cyrus stuck out his little pink tongue and licked Emerton's finger lightly, the tenderness in his eyes almost dripped, he gently took Imerton's finger out of his mouth, and took Imerton's hand He slid over his chin, neck, stayed on his dogwood for a circle, and then slid down to hold his waist.

The flames in Imerton's eyes were burning, and he was about to move his waist up, but he was firmly pressed down by Cyrus, and he lowered his head and gently sniffed Imerton's lips, with a hoarse voice, "tell I, Imerton, what are you hiding?"

Imerton suddenly stopped his eager movements, his eyes regained a trace of clarity, and he looked deeply at Cyrus, "My love, you are so beautiful!"

Cyrus sneered, brushed his nose slowly against Imerton's, let his warm breath brush over Imerton's face, and said softly again, "Tell me, what power is secretly watching us?"

Emerton snorted, Cyrus' hand was holding his vitals, kneading it slowly, Imerton suppressed his eagerness, and said intermittently, "Oh, my love...you are so charming, I...but I can't bear it any longer!"

Cyrus smiled, and his hands moved faster, "Tell me, Immorton, if I take off my clothes in front of the mirror and put on the current pose, tell me, can the mirror take me away? "

Imerton suddenly woke up, and looked at Cyrus in surprise, with a faint anger in his eyes, "I won't allow it."

Cyrus let go of his hands and slammed them backwards. A gust of wind blew up the curtain, looming a huge mirror behind him. Cyrus' shoulders shook, and the loose top fell off, and the entire back His back was exposed, his right hand was drawn to his waist, the silk belt flew away, and the soft silk slid down like a stream, revealing his upturned buttocks. Cyrus looked down at Imerton, but said word by word, "Tell me the truth, Imerton, otherwise I have countless opportunities to bribe the mirror to take me away, even becoming a mirror spirit."

Imerton was shocked, and immediately let go of the hand holding Cyrus' waist. He tried to sit up with his elbows propped up, but was pressed hard by Cyrus who was straddling him.

Cyrus unhurriedly writhed on Emerton, his eyes were cold, but his expression was charming, "Ah, tell me, Mr. Imerton, Cyrus wants to know...", Cyrus used The moan-like voice that made the blood swell begged Imerton, and Imerton's breathing became uncontrollably tense.

"He wants to take you away..." Imerton struggled to get rid of Cyrus's temptation, but his body became unbelievably hot. He whispered, and there was already unquestionable confusion in his eyes.

"Who? Who wants to snatch me away?" Cyrus narrowed his eyes. He used charm and Legilimency to intensify the intensity of his interrogation. At the same time, he moved his hips back slightly, just to slow down Imerton's huge body. Slowly sink into your body.

"Ah..." Imerton raised his head impatiently, and the hot feeling made his already bewildered mind even more confused. "Reaper!" he yelled, "Reaper will take you away!" , Cyrus!"

With a loud roar, he grabbed Cyrus' waist and began to vibrate violently. Cyrus suddenly became like a boat floating on the waves and couldn't control himself.

"Huh, God of Death?" Cyrus raised his head while resisting Imerton's attack, while thinking quickly, "Osiris, God of Death?"

"Don't...don't call him by his name!" Imerton suddenly turned over and pressed Cyrus on the carpet, waved down all the curtains, and said in a low voice, leaning on Cyrus and exercising violently , "Cyrus, I should have thought that your bloodline, he wants you, not only him, other gods also want you, from the body to the soul, but I don't allow it, even if I risk my life, I won't let you go!" allow."

"Well, what do you want me to do? What does it matter to my bloodline? Can I make them stronger?" Cyrus asked panting, his body trembling violently, holding Imerton tightly with both hands.

Emerton showed a painful expression, he stopped in Cyrus' body, and gently covered Cyrus' face with his hands, his voice trembling with fear, "No, you can let them survive, Cyrus , you are a descendant of Menes, Menes comes from the plane closest to the origin, the royal family represents evolution, the ancient Egyptian gods wanted to enslave his descendants because of this ability, but the irony is that they lost their faith because of this, They are almost disappearing, and the Eternal Kingdom of God has long since withered. I have only recently realized this. If you hadn't reorganized the "Bible of the Dead" for me and allowed me to ascend to the throne of God, our power of faith would have been completely destroyed. It’s not enough for us to survive, my love, you don’t know how powerful and noble you are, it’s ridiculous that I once wanted to treat you as a slave, but it turns out that I’m just a slave of your love..."

As Imerton was talking, the movements under his body started again, and he began to move violently, which made Cyrus feel that his soul was almost out of his body for a moment.

"They want to sacrifice you and become a sacrifice for them to strengthen the throne, Cyrus, the god of death Osiris is a god who is reborn repeatedly, only he can integrate your soul into the mystery of the Nine Pillars God, let them understand this Ability, they did it 3000 years ago, but those royal families didn’t have your ability, so Osiris didn’t succeed, and now I find that your soul is the most unique and seems to be the closest to the first Menes.” Imerton said more and more Quick, there was a feeling of incoherence, but the body movements were not vague at all.

"My...soul?" Cyrus' eyes gradually became confused, he seemed to understand something, panting and bearing Imerton's fierce violation, Cyrus slowly fell into a tired sleep.

"I won't allow, absolutely won't allow anyone, or God, to take you away from me!" Imerton rhythmically hugged Cyrus, who was already tired and asleep, and made a firm oath.

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Voldemort cut his wrist open, blood dripped into the dark green pool, one after another Inferi crawled out of the water, with strange symbols on their foreheads.

"Sure enough, summoning them has become more convenient." Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, and Abraxas, who was wearing a half-mask behind him, hung his head, and his long platinum hair was a little withered.

"Master..." Abraxas whispered, "After this war, can you allow your subordinates to sleep again?"

Voldemort laughed loudly, "Abramovich, after the war, all Death Eaters can enjoy the highest standard of honor, including the dead. I will establish a kingdom of God, where you can enjoy a luxurious sleeping environment like a god. Like the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, the most gorgeous paradise suitable for your platinum nobles."

Abraxas bent down respectfully, "Thank you for your kindness, my master." When he straightened up again, a strange light flashed behind the mask.

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Severus Snape looked up at the dark sky, the gold thread on his wrist had been strangled into his flesh.

"Lily..." He leaned against the dead tree weakly, his eyes revealed a look of nostalgia, "I will come to accompany you soon!"

"I'm afraid not, Severus!"

Lucius Malfoy, who appeared next to Snape with a "snap", pointed his wand at Snape, "All petrified!"

Snape rolled neatly on the spot to avoid Lucius' spell, but his weak body prevented him from avoiding the protruding tree roots on the ground.

A "faintly" knocked Snape down, and Lucius walked up to Snape coldly, grabbed his arm, and disapparated again to disappear on the spot.

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In the distant land of Egypt, the Mausoleum Shou family watched with solemn expressions as the black sand gradually spread to the edge of the desert. When the sun was covered by a cloud of dark clouds, jackal heads gradually appeared on the ground.

"Anubis' army...has finally appeared!" The elder touched the scimitar at his waist, and took a firm step on horseback. Behind him, all the warriors of the tomb guarding clan gathered densely.

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In front of the mirror, Elena McBerger looked at herself back to its original appearance, and felt a little itchy under her feet. She lowered her head, looked at the kitten under her feet, curled her lips, "I hate cats... "She muttered to herself, but still gently picked up the kitten and straightened the hair on his neck.

"I won't marry you, Mike Burger!" Behind her, Robert Gale, who was firmly tied to the chair, looked stubborn. He thought his wife would be a beautiful woman, but it turned out that it was the effect of the compound potion. "Marriage cannot be built on deceit."

Elena sighed, turned her head and shrugged helplessly, "I'm more depressed than you, Mr. Gale."

Then she turned around, picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number, and the call went through, "I'm fine, yes, I found Mr. Robert Gail, please tell my mother, you can attack Gail's house, If you don’t obey, it doesn’t matter if you kill them all, I still have one left!”

Robert Gale opened his eyes wide and stammered, "You, aren't you my fiancée?" He suddenly felt that he was in a tragedy again.

Elena turned her head and looked at her fiancé sympathetically, "Do you want to be the patriarch of the Gail family, my dear?"