Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 100: The greatest knight (middle)

　　 Brother Luofo snorted angrily.

　　 "At least, you can prevent other people from killing," the zombie stared forward:

　　 "That's help."

　　 Cohen gave a wry smile and did not answer.

　　 "No," Thales was speaking, which made Glover's mood to refute, "Trust me, zombie."

　　 "That's not it."

　　 Thales shook his head:

　　 "Stop killing and help, they look alike."

　　 Thales quietly said:

　　"There are also many people who say that as long as the murderer kills him before he kills, it is equivalent to saving the person who will be killed by him, and the problem can be solved."

　　 "But believe me, Karen."

　　 "That's two different things."

　　"Between the two, it's still far away."

　　Glover didn't answer, he just thought deeply.

　　 Just then, Lyoke's sneer came.

　　 "I’ll spend less and be kind, my masters,"

　　 "No one in this world is worth or expects your salvation."

　　The Brotherhood’s killer raised his hand and reached out to the dilapidated houses around:

　　"Look: This is our life. It has always been like this, and it never needs to be changed—not to mention salvation."

　　 "An arrogant person like you can't save anyone at all."

　　 Cohen's brows tightened.

　　 "You know, I have a friend, a very good friend, she also grew up in a similar environment, when I asked her, she also sneered and told me, give up," Cohen told Lai dullly York Road:

　　"The world is like this, it's self-contained and has its own rules. It would be nice if I can take care of myself."

　　"Recognize the rules, accept the rules, adapt to the rules, use the rules, and control the rules. Only in this way can the rules be revised in the future."

　　 Thales clenched his fists. At that moment, he thought of two people who are very different but coincidentally:

　　【Hold your sword, don’t lose it. 】

　　【What you have to do is not make up, but take control. Not standing on this high wall and then sighing, but leaning on this high wall, riding the wind and waves. 】

　　 Cohen sighed.

　　"She always said that, and then took the knife, and took the scumbags who were caught by me and released..."

　　 Cohen reacted, he shook his head, knowing he had failed:

　　 "Sorry."

　　 "Your friend," Leyoke said indifferently, as if this were his manpower guidelines:

　　 "She is right."

　　 "At least."

　　The killer glanced at the guard:

　　 "Much more effective than your mother-in-law."

　　 But Cohen shook his head.

　　 "But the same," he said distressedly: "She can kill."

　　 "But it can't save people."

　　 "I and her, we often quarrel about this."

　　 Thales gave a chuckle.

　　 "Trust me, Cohen, it's not your fault to fight," the boy raised his head and said with emotion:

　　 "Even after a few thousand years, there will still be people quarreling about it."

　　 Cohen shrugged.

　　 "Maybe."

　　He sneered quite a little self-defeatingly:

　　 "So I don't know... I don't know what to do."

　　 "I used to talk about these worries with my colleagues, bosses, and even their bosses."

　　 "But every time, they patted my shoulder tolerantly and sympathetically, telling me that they understood, because they were as young as me, as passionate, as hard-working, as... confused."

　　 Cohen's tone dimmed:

　　 "Then, after a long time, when they come back one day, just..."

　　"Give up," Glover said hoarsely, "They gave up."

　　 Cohen nodded unconsciously.

　　"Either you are accustomed to being insensitive, or you are in the middle to get the benefits and get along with the evil, or it is nothing to do with yourself, or you are self-professed... , Working hard, returning to nothing and being thankless, being slowly assimilated and losing the original self..."

　　Ley York snorted coldly.

　　 "Unbelievable, this was actually said by a young master who was born noble and never worried about food, clothing, housing..."

　　 He glanced at Cohen.

　　"I promise you, Qingpi," Quiet Killer said lightly:

　　 "If I want to kill you in the future, I will make a better cut."

　　 Cohen sneered indifferently.

　　 "If I want to kill you, I will leave you with the whole body," Glover coldly fought back for the police officer:

　　"For your guide this time."

　　Lyyoke was cold-eyed.

　　 "I think nothing matters..."

　　 Cohen sighed:

　　"West Ring District, Xiacheng District, Xicheng Gate, these should be my jurisdiction, I should be the guardian here."

　　 He raised his head haggardly and looked at the dirty road in front of him:

　　"But the truth is, they are like my nemesis."

　　 "Swallow all my fantasies."

　　 Glover pursed his lips, Leyoke has a beautiful face.

　　 Thales looked at Cohen sadly.

　　 "I want to bring some changes," Cohen gritted his teeth and clenched his fists:

　　"But..."

　　 His fist suddenly loosened, and his whole body was desperate.

　　 "That fat Morris, and you, Your Highness, you let me understand that I am fighting more than crime."

　　 Cohen stunned:

　　"I don’t know, I don’t know if these things I’ve done are useful...I myself sometimes wonder if I’m really just as they say, I’m just a foolish fool who is doing nothing. "

　　 Thales looked at him unbearably, but did not know how to comfort him.

　　 "Even changing the position of a flower pot in the warning hall," Cohen smiled, his smile a little sad:

　　 "I can do nothing."

　　Glover couldn’t help but speak:

　　"You are the eldest of the Karabyan family, if you can't do it..."

　　 "You are right," Cohen looked at him, smiled bitterly and shook his head:

　　 "Because I am the heir of the Karabyan family."

　　"But..."

　　 Cohen lowered his head slowly.

　　 "I only have one sword, I am alone."

　　The police officer looked at his family sword and sighed:

　　"But it has to face the wound it cut itself."

　　 "It's too difficult."

　　 Thales also sighed.

　　 "Do you remember the girl in the pharmacy," the prince whispered:

　　 "Jenny."

　　 The three turned their heads.

　　 "She only has one pair of hands," Thales lowered his head, looked at the uneven road under his feet, and counted the pits wholeheartedly:

　　 "Just as you only have a sword."

　　 "Who do you think is more difficult?"

　　 Cohen was stunned.

　　 But Thales didn't speak any more, he just stared at the path under his feet.

　　This material, this foot feel, this...direction.

　　 is getting closer.

　　A sense of familiarity and panic hit at the same time, making him reluctant to look up.

　　 But the journey will eventually be over.

　　 "We are here."

　　As if only a second later, Lyok’s cold and lonely voice rang in his ears:

　　"This is the abandoned house."

　　 "The beggars are usually..."

　　 abandoned house.

　　 Thales stopped his trembling abruptly and raised his head.

　　The familiar facade, the familiar trench, the familiar rows of dilapidated houses...

　　Huh?

　　 Almost at the same time, the faces of Cohen and Leyoke changed.

　　 "Strange."

　　 Cohen looked at the rusty iron door of the abandoned house.

　　 "What's wrong?" Glover was puzzled.

　　 Cohen stepped into the iron gate and looked in front of him: inside and outside the rows of old and slumped houses, many people in ragged and dirty clothes raised their heads and looked at them numbly.

　　The security officer frowned:

　　 "It...there is someone in it."

　　Glover snort coldly:

　　 "Nonsense."

　　 "No, no, you don't understand," Cohen explained: "In the past few years, I followed the police department to clean up, and the abandoned house was empty every time-the scum could always move ahead. Including the countless stray children under their control-nothing can be caught."

　　 Cohen walked forward suspiciously:

　　 "I just, I have never seen it live in it."

　　 Thales followed his footsteps, frowning.

　　 They walked on a terrible dirt road, passing rows of stone houses in disrepair.

　　"They are all old, weak, sick and disabled."

　　 Brother Luofo walked through a room and looked inside:

　　 "There are also tramps—and there are beggars."

　　 But Thales still frowned.

　　They turned a corner and walked on a path that young people couldn’t understand: the eighth house, the fourteenth house, the second house...

　　 Thales worked hard to adjust his breathing.

　　 On the road, next to the door, and under the eaves, there are uncovered skinny poor people everywhere. They sit or lie down, and some hoarsely stretch out their begging hands.

　　 "No." Leyoke kicked a tramp who reached out to touch his boots, finally couldn't help it.

　　 "Abandoned house is wrong."

　　Glover turned his head and disdain:

　　 "What happened to you?"

　　Leyoke shook his head:

　　 "I haven't been here for many years, but..."

　　He looked around warily:

　　 "The management of abandoned houses should not be so lax, and..."

　　"As usual, there should only be beggars and thugs here."

　　 "And there shouldn't be so many homeless people—some people are not fraternity at all."

　　Glover still couldn't understand, but Cohen narrowed his eyes.

　　 Only Thales, he looked at the abandoned house full of poor people, and said nothing.

　　 At this moment, a lazy voice came from a broken couch next to it:

　　 "Hey, if you guys want to robbery, find the wrong place."

　　 The four turned their heads: a similarly yellow-faced and thin, describing the poor man who straightened his waist from the recliner and yawned:

　　"The abandoned house is from the Black Street Brotherhood..."

　　Leyoke's eyes moved:

　　 "Mertesar?"

　　 Hearing the name, the disheveled man trembled.

　　He got up from the recliner, stared at the quiet assassin carefully, and finally called out his name in a daze:

　　 "Are you... Leyoke?"

　　 "Yes," Leyoke recovered from his surprise:

　　 "Why are you here?"

　　 The face of the man named Mertesa changed.

　　 In the next second, he stood up, turned his head and left!

　　 "Hey, wait!"

　　Leyoke chased after him, but Thales and others were confused.

　　 "Who is he?"

　　"The man who entered the fraternity the same year as me, and the other boss," Lyyoke gritted his teeth and chased:

　　 "It's just that I haven't heard of him in a long time-Mertesar, stop!"

　　Mortsa's pace is limping and not neat.

　　 "Go away! Stay away from me!" The man didn't look back, but he was grumpy.

　　Leyyoke's expression became cold, and he suddenly accelerated!

　　咚!

　　 There was a muffled noise, and Mertesar only felt a tripping on his feet, and immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground in pain.

　　 "You forced me," Lyyoke walked to him coldly, watching Mertesar roll over in embarrassment, "Now, tell me, why are you here—"

　　Leyyoke's words are stagnant.

　　 He saw Mertesar gritted his teeth hard, propped himself up with only his left hand.

　　 And the other party's other sleeve, which was supposed to be the right arm, was empty.

　　 "See?"

　　 Mertesa turned sideways, blocked his broken arm, and said angrily:

　　 "Of course I am here, where else can I go!"

　　 Thales and others rushed to them.

　　 "What happened?"

　　Lyyoke looked at each other’s sleeves, and then looked at Mertesar’s haggard and sloppy look, with a complicated expression:

　　 "Your hand?"

　　 "What happened?" Mertesa seemed to be insulted, but he didn't even calm down the killer, but yelled loudly:

　　 "Are you on purpose, right?"

　　 Glover and Cohen looked at each other, wondering what happened.

　　 "What? What deliberately?" Leyoke asked puzzled.

　　 Mertesa's breathing accelerated, his eyes flushed, and he stared at Lyok.

　　 "Six years ago!"

　　The man with a broken arm sat on the ground, painfully speaking:

　　 "Red Square Street, One Night War, remember?"

　　Familiar terms make Thales and Cohen's thoughts move.

　　Ley York thinks a little bit:

　　 "Of course, we won."

　　 "Yes, of course the Brotherhood won," Mertesar shuddered and grabbed his empty sleeve:

　　 "But I lost."

　　 words of hatred flowed from the teeth of the man with the broken arm, he took a deep breath and turned his head away from looking at them.

　　Leyoke was silent.

　　 "They said you are missing."

　　 Mertesa snorted coldly:

　　 "Yes, I am missing."

　　"The **** red turban, and their **** big explosion-I was under the rubble for three days, but the steel skins of the patrol dug me out, and I woke up in prison. Isn't it missing?"

　　The Big Bang.

　　 Thales looked at Mertesar's broken right arm in a mixed mood.

　　 "They all say that it is a miracle that I can survive, but look at this..."

　　 Mertesa sneered and shook his empty sleeves:

　　 "A gangster becomes like this, is there any difference between being dead?"

　　Leyoke raised his head and exhaled from his nose, not knowing what he thought.

　　 Mertesa gasped angrily, and the others were silent for a while.

　　 "Mertesar, what's going on here?" Leyoke said again.

　　His tone became calmer.

　　 "What's wrong?" But Mertesar's words were very rude.

　　Lyyoke raised his head and saw the people around him either behind the wall or hiding by the crack in the door, looking at them timidly:

　　"Abandoned house. Why are there so many homeless people, brotherhood people suddenly here? And beggars..."

　　 Mertesa interrupted him impatiently:

　　 "Don't you know? Are you not that Morris? How could you not know?"

　　 "I just kill people," Lyyoke lowered his head:

　　 "Regardless of beggars."

　　 Mertesa snorted disdainfully, yin and yang became strange:

　　 "That is, you are Morris's favorite after all, look at your little round butt..."

　　Leyoke sighed.

　　 In the next second, the quiet killer's face was cold and his arm moved!

　　咚!

　　 In Mertesar's scream, Leyok slammed his left arm back and pressed the opponent's face to the ground.

　　 "Listen well, Mertesar, I'm polite to you, not because of your round butt."

　　Quiet killer another hand pulled out the blade at his waist, coldly said:

　　 "I am also not interested in your broken arm and your shit."

　　"Now, answer my question, or I can make you symmetrical on both sides."

　　 Cohen frowned, but Glover held him tightly and shook his head.

　　"Hahahaha," Mertesa seemed to be a hard bone. Although the pain was unbearable, he looked back at Leyoke bitterly, and two words popped between his teeth:

　　 "Fuck you."

　　Leyoke's expression was cold, and he pressed Mertesa's face into the soil.

　　 just now.

　　 "Murdy?"

　　 An old and soft female voice came from the broken house nearby.

　　 Mertesa trembled!

　　 "Murdy? Where are you?"

　　 Everyone saw an old woman with a squiggly figure walking out through the door tremblingly with a branch.

　　 She tried to stretch her hands into the void, her eyes confused, her eyes were all abnormally pale.

　　 "Modi, I can't find our cauldron. The one with less rust and only two gaps... I'm afraid it was stolen by the sixth house again..."

　　 The sixth house.

　　 Thales was in a trance.

　　 until the old woman’s branches clicked and evoked him back to reality. .

　　 "Mom, go back!"

　　 Mertesa struggled to get his mouth out of the mud and shouted anxiously:

　　 "Now!"

　　Leyoke looked at Mertesar under him in surprise, then looked up at the old woman.

　　 Thales also changed his expression when he saw the old woman.

　　 "But we still have to fill water for cooking, there is no container..." The old woman with white eyes stretched out her hand in doubt, turned her head here, and listened carefully:

　　 "Modi? What are you doing, who is with you—"

　　The old woman's speech was stagnant.

　　 "Damn it."

　　 She turned her pale eyes towards Lyok, her face cold.

　　 "No matter who you are," at that moment, the old woman seemed calm and calm:

　　 "We have no money."

　　 Mertesa struggled even harder, but he could not resist in front of Leyoke after losing an arm.

　　 And Leyoke just looked at the old woman before him suspiciously.

　　 "Look at Merdy. Not only did he lose his right hand, he also didn't have a good right half of his body," the old woman sighed:

　　"How else can I make money?"

　　 "You can't get anything."

　　Leyoke was silent.

　　 But the old woman's words seemed to annoy her son.

　　 "Damn, mother!"

　　Mert Shaman's face is full of humiliation:

　　 "Shut up and go back to the house!"

　　But the old woman turned a deaf ear to Mertesar's words, but calmly said to Leyoke’s direction:

　　 "If this still doesn't let you stop."

　　 "My old lady has a little friendship with people in the fraternity, and Merdy is also a member of the fraternity. In case of blood, the scene is not beautiful."

　　 A few seconds later, Leyoke quietly put away his weapon and let go of Mertesar.

　　 He looked at the old woman, his tone improved a lot:

　　 "Mother Bess, you...your eyes, are they blind?"

　　 "Blind? Ha!" The old woman opened her wide eyes, as if she had heard a big joke:

　　 "My ears are so good that I can tell that there are four of you-three of them are armed."

　　The words of the old woman paused.

　　 "Wait, you know my name... So, are you a kid in the club?"

　　Leyoke sighed.

　　 "Don't worry, I'm just passing by," Leyoke stared at the blind old woman Beth, and bowed her head in despair:

　　 "Look at old friends by the way."

　　 But the old woman named Beth did not care about him, but asked her son:

　　 "Murdy?"

　　 "I'm okay, Mom!" Mertesa sat on the ground, panting angrily:

　　 "I said, you **** hurry back to me!"

　　The old woman sneered.

　　 "Maybe I am not your real mother, Merdy, maybe I still need your reminder now so that I won’t trip over the steps."

　　 In the next second, Beth’s branch hit the ground hard, her voice suddenly increased:

　　"But at least, when you were a little bit who could only cry, I didn't let you freeze to death on the road or suffocate in the sewers, so you **** scumbag for me Of-respect it!"

　　 The fierce roar of the old woman made people tremble.

　　 Mertesa rubbed his forehead painfully, helpless and uncomfortable.

　　 "Ahhhhh..."

　　 Mertesa gave up the desire to talk back to his mother, and sighed:

　　 "Well, I will talk to the sixth house about the broken pot! I beg you now, go back to the house!"

　　 Thales and others looked at each other.

　　 "That's good, that's good," Bess replied to the old woman's unique weakness. She squatted up and murmured and turned around: "Brotherhood, brotherhood, ha."

　　"How much do we owe them? That black sword of the evil spirit..."

　　 "Mom!" Mertesa began to roar again.

　　 Beth snorted and stretched out the branches to explore the way:

　　"Then you guys remember the past, after all, this may be the last side."

　　"The last side? What?"

　　Leyoke glanced at Mertesa’s disabled body:

　　 "He has a terminal illness?"

　　 Beth touched the earth wall tremblingly: "No, I mean you."

　　 "If you join the Brotherhood, you won't live long."

　　Ley York stared at Beth steadily.

　　 "Mom!" This is the first time Mertesa yelled.

　　 But at the same time, there is another voice:

　　 "Old woman!"

　　Beth's figure has a pause.

　　 The old woman turned around slowly with a funny expression: "Ah, a young voice, crisp, powerful, and still changing."

　　 "At most fifteen years old."

　　 Thales stepped forward and stared at the old woman closely:

　　 "You said, your name is Beth?"

　　The blind old woman turned her head and sniffed in the direction of Thales:

　　"The taste of extravagance, but some familiar feeling, and a little powdery smell, why, just came back from Hongfang Street?"

　　 But Thales ignored her.

　　 "You said you are from the Brotherhood," Thales stared at Beth's face firmly:

　　 "Why have I never heard of you?"

　　 Beth opened her mouth and smiled dumbly.

　　 "Maybe because you haven't got any hair underneath?"

　　Glover and Cohen looked weird.

　　The old woman's expression immediately became severe, and she raised her volume in Thales’ direction:

　　"And your little chicken is still soft and crumpled like a caterpillar, can't it harden on its own?"

　　 "Ir mannered boy?"

　　Mortsa painfully and authentically:

　　 "Mom! Enough!"

　　 Beth snorted coldly, her white eyes lacking expression, but she made her back feel cold.

　　 "Boy, go to Morris in this block and ask him: Have you heard of Beth, the "Black Widow"!"

　　 "Ask the other ungrateful cubs in the Brotherhood, how many people have not been spanked by me!"

　　 Thales was silent.

　　 "That's it."

　　He looked at Beth's face quietly, looking for memories that flashed by when he was a child, and grinned:

　　 "Thank you, I will remember."

　　"Grandma Bess."

　　 Thales repeated Leyoke's name.

　　 "It's better not to," the old woman said coldly, without sympathy:

　　 "Old lady, I would rather be clean."

　　 She slowly but skillfully stepped across the earth hole on the ground and disappeared behind the wall, leaving only a fierce voice:

　　 "Modi, don't forget the pot!"

　　 Thales quietly watched the old woman leave~IndoMTL.com~ as if back to the beginning.

　　 When he first remembered the moments of this world.

　　 [Look at you, kid, cry, damn, why don’t you cry... Don’t be a silly... No, it’s better to be a silly, I'll worry about it...]

　　 At that time, the opponent's voice was not so old, but it was as rude and harsh as it is now.

　　 [You have to call me Mother Bess, Mother, you know? Even if your future is very promising, I am the one who raised you! Little boy of the evil gods, may the gods accept you sooner and cause less trouble...]

　　 At that time, Mother Bess’s face was full of disgust, but she was still awed.

　　 [Okay, Thales, this is your name... Don’t worry, I know it’s not good, but it’s not what I took... It’s okay, if you raise you to a sufficient age, I’ll be free and save Nightmare all day long...]

　　 At that time, the fraternity nursery nest was dark, narrow, damp and crude.

　　 [It's alright, you guys take him away quickly, I don't want to see him again in my life... Why? Haha, you don’t believe me when I said it, but ah, he is destined to make a big mess...]

　　[Monster calf born by a monster...]

　　 At that moment, Thales opened his eyes and buried all the fragments of clarity or blur in his heart.

　　

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