Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 66: His/her eyes

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"Haha, of course I am not dead. Flash Dance Novel Network"

Hickser picked up the crutches and struggling to walk towards them, he smiled: "You forgot, we fortune-telling in the tent-I will live long."

Greveau made a disgusting emoji of "Believe in you, you have ghosts".

"As for you, Drew," Hexer kept his usual smile, glanced at Thales, who was already stunned, and then looked back at Greve in the wheelchair, his eyes missing. And Fei made a twist on his legs:

"You can see that you are a lot thinner... Little hedgehog, I really miss the time we spent eating sand in the desert together..."

This sentence worked well: Thales who was being held captive and Kevin who drove the car were all dumbfounded.

Little hedgehog?

What little hedgehog? Who is the little hedgehog?

Grivor twisted around in the wheelchair and coughed unnaturally:

"Ahem, it's alright..."

But Hickser's seemingly emotional words continue: "I still remember that you were forced to talk to those scumbags in the tent..."

At that moment, Grivo's face turned into pig liver color.

Only night can cover up one or two.

Before the admiration and suspicion of the other two people turned to him, Grievous interrupted Hickser's laughter angrily: "Shut up, shut up, shut up! Old guy!"

Hickser shrugged.

Grivor stared at him ugly, panting, thinking about something.

"Kevin, thank you for sending him over. Now, you go a little further..."

Grivor's words seemed to be unsafe, indicating that he narrowed his one eye again and warned in a low voice: "Well, you don't want to hear something that I will kill after you know it?"

Kevin shuddered slightly.

He looked at the dying boy in the arms of the boss, and squeezed a frightened and weird smile: "Ok... boss."

After Kevin walked away, Griveaux let out a breath.

The veteran looked at Hexer angrily:

"Very well, old crow, since you are in Longxiao City, very good, I will come to treat you... as long as you are in my site, you decide the location..."

"But..."

Grivor's expression changed, and the conversation changed, and he said sharply: "You can't **** mention the past...no one word!"

He looks very serious.

Thyls listened suspiciously to the conversation between the two, but he had already guessed something and would rather remain silent.

Give everything to Hexer.

"Really? What a pity," Hickser sighed. He seemed to be very sorry, and he continued to talk: "Those precious years can't be easily forgotten. In the desert animal cage, we are reduced to slaves and our dignity is lost, and you swallow your blood and fight to the death with a personal or inhuman opponent. , Grab the last bite of stinking food, and bite your teeth to live..."

"Until..."

Grivor's face changed again.

"Hey, hey, I really fucked..." He closed his eyes in pain and annoyance, and said viciously:

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"Don't mention it again!"

Hickser smiled and nodded, put his hands on the cane, and coughed slightly.

Greveau made sure to see Hexer no longer talking before letting out a sigh of relief slowly, as if he had avoided the great danger, and shook Thales in his hand: "Alright, say After what you want to say, I am still rushing to get rich..."

At this point, Griveaux's words stopped abruptly. 35xs

The veteran frowned, his eyes turned around, who was no longer struggling and trying to recover.

Then look at the new Hexer.

And Hickser still looked at him with that mysterious smile: "Then, Greve, I want you to do me a favor."

Grivor's expression froze on his face.

The next second, Thales only felt loose: he was let go by Greve.

"Fuck, old crow," the veteran looked at the hostages in disbelief, and then at his old friend: "You didn't just ask me to meet in this weird place on a whim."

Tyles fell to the ground, feeling weak and weak in his limbs that had been lacking oxygen for a long time.

"It's not a coincidence that this **** kid popped up suddenly."

Faced with Grievous's suspicious question, Hexer shook his head.

"Of course not."

He stepped forward slowly, leaning on crutches.

"Yes, I want to ask you to help him," Hickser's expression slowly became serious: "Please, under the many levels, send Prince Thales out of Longxiao City secretly and safely. Go to the designated place."

"Greveaux."

The three fell silent.

Tyles propped up his arms from the ground, stood up vigorously, and smiled hard to see tonight.

Sure enough.

The connector Putila said...

It's Hexer.

He, no, their common, respected teacher.

"It's you, teacher." Following Putila's instructions, he smiled kindly and gratefully at Hexer.

"Sorry, I didn't say goodbye to you before."

Hickser smiled and blinked playfully, his eyes flashing behind the monocle: "It's too late now."

Thyls shook his head with a grin.

So, what Putila said, the way to trust someone to help the prince star out of the city secretly is...

"No way!"

Grivor's rude voice rang again.

Thyls looked at the veteran in front of him with doubts.

I saw Grivew with an angry expression and rapid breathing. He stared at the old crow in front of him: "Looking at the friendship in the past, it is okay for me to invite you to dinner...but this matter?"

Grivor pointed to Thales angrily: "This is not a'busy', it's a big trouble!"

Thyls raised his eyebrows.

"I will send this prince out of town, once he is found..."

"But they can't find out, can they?" Hexer interrupted him with a smile: "Just like before, we are very good at running around—whether it's a cage or a tent for the Boneman."

There was a move in Thales's heart: The Bone Man.

And...the **** of desert?

Grivor seemed to be choked. He opened his mouth and twitched for a few seconds, and finally waved his hand: "Don't mention the past... Also, it's not a question of discovery."

The veteran turned to Hexer with an unhappy expression on his face: "This incident is too risky, and it involves the life and death of so many people under my hand-do you know if the meteorite knew how he would repair the shield area? No matter what he, that Lisban, and the bad people in the order hall, is full of bad water..."

Every time Grivor said something, the elderly Hexer nodded slightly.

It's like listening to him talk about his troubles. 35xs

Grivor snorted dissatisfiedly: "You don't know what the chaos of Longxiao City has become after that Nunn hangs down... You know, once I fall, waiting for my brothers will end up What?"

"This mess, I just want to be far away..."

Tyles coughed: "You just wanted to exchange me for a bounty..."

Grivor's complexion stiffened, and he stared at Thales ferociously after being exposed: "Shut up! Ass!"

He turned his head again and said to Hexer: "Help him? Still a star man? No way."

"No matter how great the friendship is!" Griveaux's final tone was firm, beyond doubt.

Hickser sighed, but said nothing.

The scene has cooled down again.

In a few seconds.

"That's it, old crow," Grivo snorted, and snarled at Telsnu: "For your sake, I won't take him to receive the reward-with He goes to find someone else, the farther away from me, the better."

"I thought I had never seen you."

Thyls's complexion darkened.

What?

Hickser's eyebrows slowly gathered, and his thin hands on the crutches trembled slightly.

But then, he opened his eyebrows.

"Well, Griveaux," Hickser smiled again: "Before leaving, I only ask you to do one more thing."

Grevo's eyes widened, his head tilted, and an expression of "what else do you want": "Hey, I say you..."

"Hey," Hickser's expression changed in an instant, and he shook his head regretfully: "You know, sometimes I dream back at midnight, when I think of us in the flying squirrel tribe..."

Grivor's expression changed again.

"Well..." Grivor interrupted him beggingly.

"Farts, let go," the veteran gave the old crow another painful look, then looked away, waved his hand in disdain, "I was passing by the cesspit, and accidentally took a breath."

Hickser smiled satisfied again.

He nodded and spoke softly: "Look at his eyes."

As soon as these words were spoken, neither Thales nor Greve was stunned.

"What?" This is a wheelchair veteran blinking and scratching his head.

"Whose eyes?" This was Thales who was equally puzzled.

Hickser took a deep breath.

He stepped forward, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, replaced by a rare coldness and harshness.

"Drew Griveau, for the sake of the dying you who I have healed and saved countless times in the desert animal cage," Hexer said, "Look carefully at this child. Eyes."

Hearing this sentence, the first person who was stunned was Thales.

My...

The eyes?

Wait.

Wait, wait...In this world, more than one person told him about it, his eyes...

"Okay," maybe Hickser's rare sternness played a role. In short, after a few seconds of suspicion, Griveau was still softened. He pushed the wheelchair and approached Tai reluctantly. Les.

"Pop!"

Thyls, who was still meditating in doubt, got a pain in his arm, and Grivora came to him.

He raised his head and saw Greve's ferocious monocular.

It reminds him of the Duke of Cyclops in the Starland—Kost Nantriste. In the Hall of Stars, he is far more aggressive than the veteran in front of him.

Grivor still had an unhappy face, but under Hexer's stern gaze, he approached Thales, squinted one eye, and looked closely at the prince's eyes in the dim moonlight.

Thyls was staring uncomfortably, he coughed, trying to keep his eyes unblinking.

The prince took a deep breath. He didn't know what Hexer was doing, but he still chose to trust the teacher.

As Gilbert told.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

At that moment, Thales was a little surprised to see:

Grivor's expression changed.

The irritation and disdain on his face are gone.

The only ones who stayed are astonishment and surprise.

This made Thales' heart moved.

The veteran turned his head abruptly: "Turn the lamp..."

But before he finished speaking, Hexer seemed to know what he wanted, picked up a still burning torch from the ground, and threw it to Greve from a distance.

Grivor frowned and glanced at Hexer indifferently.

He waved the torch to make it burn more vigorously and approached Thales.

The heat and glare of the flame made Thales shrink back, but Greveo caught him firmly.

"Don't move, kid."

With the light of the fire, Grievous looked at the corner of Thales's eyes again. This time, his expression became more and more serious and more and more unbelievable:

"Don't blink, either."

Thyls clearly saw that as the observation deepened, Grivo's expression had undergone subtle changes.

From surprise to hesitation, from hesitation to dullness, from dullness to excitement, from excitement to fall back to sadness.

The opponent's brows trembled, and the single eye was full of complex emotions: entanglement and pain, moved and relieved, regret and regret, sadness and hesitation.

Thyls looked secretly surprised.

How...

Time seems to have passed a long time.

Finally, Greve slowly removed the torch and lowered his head deeply.

"Impossible."

In the darkness where no one can see, Griveaux held up his wheelchair and bent over and muttered.

His voice seemed to be separated by a layer of mist, slightly blurred.

Hickser, who was on crutches, sighed slightly: "Understood?"

Thyls turned to the old crow with surprise, but he could only see emotion and loneliness on his face.

The prince subconsciously said: "What's the matter? My eyes..."

"No!"

The veteran in the wheelchair interrupted him.

"No," Griveaux was still hanging his head, but his voice began to tremble, intermittently, more than when he just roared: "No, no, no..."

He is holding a torch in his right hand, and his left hand is holding the arm of the wheelchair tightly, his shoulders undulating.

Hickser shook his head: "You saw it."

Grivor raised his head suddenly!

Thyls looked at his face in surprise: the veteran stared at his eyes, shaking his head incredulously like a detective who had just discovered the cruel truth.

The prince touched his eyelids, he looked at Hexer, then at Greve.

An inexplicable sense of panic spread to my heart.

What they all know.

Only me.

Only I don’t know.

"No," Greve trembling, blinking fiercely, gasping violently, gritting his teeth: "It's just a coincidence... There may not be many such people, but there are certainly, and you only need paint... "

"Thyls!"

Thyls turned to Hexer in a spirited spirit, "Ms. Hexer?"

The old crow who interrupted the veteran snorted:

"My friend may be skilled, but he doesn't care much about the high-level politics of neighboring countries..."

His words were plain, without ups and downs.

It's contrary to the excitement of Hexer's daily teaching, which is vivid and interesting.

"So can I bother you to tell him," Hexer did not look at any of them, but stared firmly at his crutch:

"What is your full name."

Full name?

Thyls was shocked!

He got it.

He confirmed that they were all struggling, what was the matter.

That is...

The night returned to silence.

Only the torch in Grivor's hand is still crackling and burning.

"Tyles," Thales replied subconsciously, his eyes fixed on the obviously abnormal Grive: "My, my full name is..."

"Tyles Selangelana Kessel Star."

Pap!

The torch fell to the ground and rolled into a pool of blood nearby, struggling feebly.

Grivor sat in the wheelchair blankly, his only remaining eyes staring at Thales, who was also distracted.

His right hand is still in the air, holding it.

But he still remained motionless.

As if living in a dream.

Grivor said softly.

"It's impossible."

The voice that was once rude, violent and terribly unpleasant, now seems to be coming from a distant mountain, gentle and calm.

As if for fear of disturbing someone's dream.

Hickser slowly aroused a weary and sincere smile.

"Yes, Drew."

The old crow slowly raised his head, the meaning in his eyes is complex and profound:

"This is Miss Suran's son."

"It's her blood."

Noise.

With the last muffled sound, the torch that was swaying **** the ground was finally completely extinguished under the influence of blood.

I would like to use this chapter to commemorate the "Harry Potter" series.

By the way, I also commemorate George Bataille's "The Story of the Eye".

(End of this chapter)

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