The lake water was shaking gently, regularly and steadily, as if there were a pair of arms that could not be seen by humans in the dark, holding up the lake and shaking it, like comforting a baby who woke up from his sleep.

All the Zealanders crawled down at the place where they were originally standing, reciting the name of Allah and reciting **. They were not afraid or panic, but their faces were still full of awe and sighs. Except for one person, Sartre, who, although he also knelt on the ground, looked at the gradually calming lake and recited: "Allah can do everything." But his brown eyes were full of disdain and anger-he had reason to be angry, when he saw the alien nation

When a man walked out of his father's tent, he knew that this dark-haired and dark-eyed young man had rejected them, which he and his father had not expected, how beautiful and gentle his sister was, and what he was, if the princess of the royal family of Zeland would never leave Zeland, even without the immeasurable oil origin as a dowry, there would have been kings and chiefs who would have been holding astronomical betrothal gifts to marry.

The longer he spent with Lily, the more he could discover her benefits and love her - not just because of that special ability - he knew that Lily and Sardinian had a engagement that had not been publicly confirmed by the House of Commons, so he was willing to compensate... He believed that his return gift was heavy enough - for this, Sartre had to return to his father, uncle and brother, and kneeled endlessly, praising and praising Allah, who was more illusory than the air, in order to get their support - when his enemy was a crown prince.

But now all this is useless... He is glad that he did not pray to Allah at the last moment. This thing that had never seen, responded, and confirmed that he did not exist. It did not give him any help or guidance; he cursed his stupidity and wavering.

***

Alex avoided the zealanders who were praying and approached the lake very slowly. The lake water was very clear. The sand that was obscured by the lake could still see clearly what it contained within a few feet. The shape and color of each sand-there were no reeds by the lake, and there were no aquatic plants, artemia, snails, fish, turtles in the lake. It seemed to be finely distilled, collected, and then poured here. Ten feet away, the color of the lake suddenly became deep... From colorless, moonlight blue, blue blue, peacock blue, blue purple, lilac purple, crimson purple, cobalt purple, black purple... to the deepest black, the end of all colors.

"There are terrifying stones in this lake. It guards 99,900 devils, and each devil has nine tails." After the worship, Sartre walked to the crown prince Sardinian and reached into the cold lake like him. The cold night seemed to have made the lake water solidify. When Sartre's fingers were immersed in it, it felt like he was entering a transparent jelly: "And these devils are under the body of hell, and there are countless devils behind the gate. Every time the lake water shakes, it is created by these devils struggling and wailing under the power of God.

It's done... They never have the chance to escape, because Allah is omnipotent and omniscient... This legend has to be heard at least three times a week since I was a baby." He pointed to the lake: "Children and women dare not enter the lake, because although those demons cannot actively approach humans, they can hurt you without any scruples when you approach them... It is said that everyone who falls into the lake will encounter the most terrible thing. If they do not have enough strength and courage, there will be only two results - either death or madness."

"But this is a place to test courage, the crown prince of Sadine, His Highness Alexander." Sartre turned his head, his brown eyes looked very gloomy under his thick eyelashes: "When we miserably have differences with our brothers, companions, and friends, we will walk into the lake... to prove our wisdom and courage, and... (He twitched the corners of his mouth) The blessing of Allah came upon himself, not others - if he could return to the shore safely." His voice became very low, "Would you like to make a vow with me? If you can prove that your wisdom and courage are stronger than me, I will return her to you. If not, then you will bring my gratitude and return empty-handedly, after you reject the most precious reward..."

Sartre's words suddenly stopped, and King Sardinian looked at him with dark eyes, extremely calm, so calm that he was a little dead.

He pulled the corner of his mouth, insisted on stretching out his right hand, waiting, and made an agreement with the other party.

The black-haired and brown-eyed member of the Zeran royal family did not know what Alex was thinking... Fortunately, he could not, otherwise he would definitely fall into a state of insanity or petrification.

Although the bold and arrogant young human was a little angry with the insolent tone and the implicit threat in the end (he didn't see Lily after coming back this time), this displeasure was quickly crushed to the bottom by more joy. The undead was still thinking a few minutes ago about what kind of spells to use to enter this lake that interests him very much - he had even considered casting the group suggestion technique to let everyone walk out of this oasis to do the nine-worship sky ceremony (the night gift was performed after the sunset disappeared until before dawn the next day, and a total of nine-worship).

Sartre's understanding intention made the lich feel very satisfied. He stretched out his right hand and fought against the right hand that stayed in the air.

The contract is established.

***

Two noble young men stood on the wet sand shore, dragging their shoes off, but the others were worn well on them. In the teachings of the Zetians, men should not be naked and too many bodies.

The elders, holding the heavy scriptures, prayed to Allah for them, and recited them loudly, forming countless buzzing echoes overlapping on the lake.

"In my personal opinion, you should keep restrained and solve this problem with a more rational method." The Foreign Minister and his entourage of the Western Continent Federation, who were dragged up as witnesses, looked at all in pain in front of him. He could almost imagine that if Prince Sardinian or Prince Sartre had any accidents in this lake, this matter would be exposed. He, who witnessed this childlike game, would probably be unanimously criticized by the party and voted by the people, like the sand in the desert, as many votes of distrust and objection. He only hoped that he would not become the seventh politician in the Western Continent Federation to be forced to step down halfway because of this matter.

I hate monarchy, I hate monarchy, I hate this damn ignorant tradition! The Foreign Minister of the Western Continent roared and fisted in his heart - cursing his sponsors. If he hadn't invested too much in this new drug rehabilitation drug, I wouldn't have encountered such unlucky things.

He originally thought this was just a happy and safe trip to the foreign country - after all, Sardinia's crown prince came for one purpose... Who said that this kid is calm, calm and trustworthy? He is now dueling with others for pure love!

The nephew of the Crown Prince of Zeland, the Foreign Minister, intimately held the arm of the Foreign Minister of the Western Continent.

"Don't worry," he lowered his voice: "The lake is only ten feet deepest, and even if they walk to the middle of the lake, we can still see their turbans. If there is any case, we will pick them up at any time. They may catch colds, but that's all," he tilted his head and squirmed his lips behind his beard: "The so-called courage test is just to calm these impulsive young men, both in their bodies and in their heads."

"Look," he continued, "they've walked in. We can go back to bed in half an hour."

"I hope so." The Foreign Minister of the Western Continental Federation smiled reluctantly.

Alex and Sartre walked into the lake.

The lake was cold and had little buoyancy. Alex raised his hand curiously and tasted a little water that was dipped on his fingers. It had no taste, and was very pure fresh water.

Compared to the centuries-long records it has retained in history, the terrifying young lake in the desert, the longer it exists, the saltier it becomes. After becoming a saltwater lake that cannot survive most of its life, it is not far from its real death, that is, when it is dry.

The lake water rose to the chest, and the gems in the undead body became restless.

***

The snow-white turban was floating in the lake water, and the lake water began to shake slightly. At first, people thought it was just the waves and ripples caused by the two people while swimming, but soon, the vibration became obvious and strong - this would only happen unless Alex and Sartre turned into two rhinos in the lake.

People cannot decide for a moment to catch them, or kneel down and pray to Allah, or go to catch people while praying?

Wilderger needed no prayer, and the telepathic chain that Alex and he had been holding was suddenly cut off - people saw the Sardinian sitting on the sand shore, who seemed to be dozing, jumping up suddenly and rushed into the lake like a stranded whale shark.

Almost at the same time, a black figure jumped out of the tent, passing through the crowd at a speed and agility beyond the reach of the dust, and jumped into the lake.

"Lily?"

The figure lost its veil while running, so a son of the Crown Prince of Zeland easily recognized the alien who was in love with by his brother. His voice was full of surprise, because according to the royal doctor, this girl should have been sleeping until tomorrow night under the influence of the medicine.!~!

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