Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 128: Friendship and Unity

In the ten seconds since Dean got up from the ground, Thales' expression was stiff.

What, huh, ghost?

During the time that seemed to freeze, his eyes slowly rolled around, looking at the fast rope beside him.

Quickline also looked back at Thales blankly.

On the other side of the pub, the brazier slightly narrowed his eyes and examined the man who crawled out of the sack: "That's..."

"Dean!" exclaimed, answering Brazier's question and breaking Thales' last fluke.

Many people turned their heads and saw Tampa with shocked faces.

I saw the owner of the "my house" tavern pointing to Dean, and then to Thales and the fast rope who were smiling awkwardly, his tone fluctuating:

"Why are you there..."

Dean did not answer.

He staggered and grabbed the seat, leaning against the bar, panting, accompanied by a small cough.

"Fuck." Dean swore again.

The mercenaries obviously knew Dean, and a low-key uproar and commotion broke out in the tavern.

The leader of the trio of people exchanged their eyes quickly, confirming that the strange thing at this moment was not caused by the other party.

In the brief chaos, Thales and the fast rope bend down tacitly and lower their heads, moving closer to each other.

The two have big eyes and small eyes, mixed feelings, mixed flavors.

Thyls opened his lips to a flick, and uttered in a low voice at Deen:

"Hey, I thought you killed him?"

The fast rope is also like a puppet, with a stiff chin, and whispered without a smile:

"It's the first time, maybe some unskilled..."

Thyls is so angry:

"Do you call this ‘unskilled’?"

The commotion around is still continuing.

What the fast rope is weakly trying to argue about:

"Nicolae told me that it only takes three seconds..."

Thyls was unbelievable and asked:

"You didn't check afterwards?"

Quick rope raises an eyebrow:

"But you are the one who put him in..."

Thyls's momentum is stagnant, his face is blank:

"He obviously didn't breathe..."

As soon as the fast rope changed its downward trend, his face suddenly looked fierce:

"No breathing does not mean..."

But when the two argued in a low voice, they all had heart palpitations!

They both looked up.

Not surprisingly, the two saw Dean who had just recovered from their side.

I saw the secret agent in the dark room panting, staring coldly at the two petrified people.

The eyes are chilling.

Tyles and the fastline are stiff again.

In the unspeakable atmosphere, Quickrope shrugged unnaturally, dancing his hands in an awkward tone: "Hey, Dean, I am glad to see you... I mean, you are here too... , I mean, that...good evening, a drink?"

Dean stared at him closely, looking complicated, choking the rest of the fast rope in his throat.

Thyls sighed:

"When did you wake up?"

Dean looked at Thales with a cold expression.

"When you picked the lock." He said coldly.

The two of Thales are stiff again, and they can only smile again.

But it's not the most embarrassing.

A heavy cough interrupted the whispers in the tavern.

"Okay."

Seeing the leader honking in blood, Ricky gently raised his hand and pointed at Thales and the fast rope.

There was a cold behind the two.

"Our two guests, you just said," Ricky looked thoughtfully at both Thales:

"As people in the darkroom, you and Dean are in the same group?"

Tyles and the fast rope are both stuck.

Dean gave a cold snort in time.

The masked man beside Ricky hummed softly: "That sack, I'm probably in the same group as you."

"Hehehe..." Quick rope kicked the **** sack away, looked around, grinning sadly.

The brazier raised his eyebrows lightly, while Russell looked solemnly.

"Even if you are trying to survive, but..."

Ricky sighed: "I have to say, even in my life for so many years."

"I have never seen such a crappy liar."

At that moment, whether it was Ricky, Cray, the masked man, or the drill, Russell, including the various mercenaries in the tavern, they looked at the embarrassed Dean in awe His eyes were cast on the two princes.

It was full of surprise, incomprehension, doubt, vigilance, and--

Deeply contemptuous.

"Humph," Marina snorted behind them: "There are also failed thieves."

Tyles draws a face, and awkwardly pulls out a smile at Ricky that is worse than crying.

My God.

Are there holes in the ground? The one that can hold the next person?

He desperately needs one now.

Quickrope looks at the sky, as if it can pretend that he doesn't exist.

"So, Russell," the brazier looked at Dean piercingly: "Is he the "informant" you claim?"

Russell looked at Dean from a distance and nodded.

Ricky then focused his attention on Dean.

"Wow," Ricky shook his head with a tut: "You are unexpected, Big Dean."

Dean raised his icy eyes, glanced at Ricky with fear, and then looked at the mercenaries around him.

"I always thought that you kept rejecting our invitation for a lady," Ricky smiled: "Now I know, it turns out..."

"For another lady."

Dean snorted coldly and rubbed his red neck.

"You are really beyond my expectation," his gaze swept across Yaozi, Ricky and Russell one by one: "The shield of shadows, the sword of disaster..."

Dean's eyes stayed on the last person for a very long time:

"And King Chaman."

Russell coughed tightly: "This is all for Exter."

Dean snorted slightly.

The tavern is quiet.

Thyls looked anxiously at their interaction.

It's terrible.

The lie he and the fast rope temporarily made up was exposed by the Lord's appearance, and now, as long as Dean points it out...

What to do? What else to do——

"Slap, slap, slap."

Ricky clapped his hands.

"Very well, Dean, I believe you already understand the current situation, no matter how you fell into the way of the two little thieves..."

He looked at Thales and Fastrope, his expression cold.

"Clean up these two bluffing clutter," Ricky waved his hand gently, with a chilling tone in his tone:

"Let's go back to the topic."

Clean up?

Tyles and Fastrope made a chorus in their hearts.

They turned their heads in horror and looked at the mercenaries around--their expressions slowly turned from surprise to severe.

The next second, Marina and Sonny both hummed coldly, and pulled out their weapons together with the five or six mercenaries around!

Damn it.

Tyles and Fastrope looked left and right, their faces turned white, and they took a step back subconsciously, their backs close together.

"Enough acting, kid," Marina's face was cold, and the swords in her hand turned around:

"It's time for a curtain call."

The mercenaries pushed up murderously.

The next moment, Thales and Fastline only felt their shoulders sink!

"Pop!"

"Wait." A low but steady voice interrupted the aggressive steps of the mercenaries.

This time it was Thales's turn and the two were stunned.

They both rolled their eyes and looked at the man who was inserted between them in disbelief.

"I don't want to fall into their hands," I saw the bald Dean, who had just escaped death, was firmly holding their shoulders on both sides, and dignifiedly pushing the two away, biting out a tiny bit from between their teeth. Invisible whispered: "Then listen to me."

His last sentence did not hide the volume, which was full of hatred and anger:

"You two **** bastards!"

Thyls and Fastrope were stunned, the former thoughtful, and the latter bowed their heads in embarrassment.

Yes.

Tyles' heartbeat gradually stabilized, and his thoughts suddenly became clear: This is still his previous bet.

The people in this tavern, they are not a group!

Even on the Exeter side, the people of King Chaman and the people in the darkroom never clambered, guarded each other and did not trust each other.

Six years ago, the darkroom did not stand by King Nunn.

Six years later, the dark room is even less likely to be loyal to King Chaman.

And this is his chance!

Ms. Kashan, thank goodness!

At this moment, Thales suddenly missed the kind-toned, friendly smile, claimed to be unloyal to any family or king, and only loyal to the Red Witch of Exeter, and sincerely appreciated her persistence and independence.

He even hoped so: At this moment, if the power of the dark room can be a little bit bigger, it will be just like Secret Science.

In the tavern, the mercenaries frowned.

Clay also stood up and put his hand on his sword "Dark Light".

"What's the matter, Dean?" Ricky observed the changes in the field and said coldly: "Is there a problem?"

Dean turned around, dragged the two behind him, facing Ricky.

"They are my people," Dean said in a cold tone of rejection:

"It's not your turn to do it."

Ricky's eyebrows trembled again.

Including Yaozi and Russell, many people once again expressed surprise.

Thyls and Fast Rope forced themselves to endure any trembling, staring at each other, excitement, etc. that might reveal their reactions, and bowed their heads slightly with a dejected look.

"Your people?"

Ricky looked at Thales and the fast rope three times as if he had discovered a new world, and said with a smile: "Why, these two clowns are really dark room people?"

Dean stretched out his hand, seated Thales and the fast rope on a chair, and sat down in another chair.

"As you see."

"So, this is the internal affairs of the darkroom." He said coldly.

Yangzi narrowed his eyes and scanned the three people carefully.

Russell frowned:

"Why, it is popular in darkrooms to put your companions in sacks?"

Dean looked up suddenly!

"And King Chaman and his black sand collar," he looked at Russell, and said unceremoniously, "Obviously, it is fashionable to put internal responses to Exter's intelligence agency?"

Russell and Dean's eyes met in the air, as if knives were fighting.

The drill coughed lowly and patted Russell.

"So Dean," Ricky's words were still tense, full of suspicion: "You were stabbed in the back by your man?"

As everyone saw, Dean trembled suddenly at that moment!

Tyles and Fastrope looked at his back nervously:

The man touched his bald head and turned around slowly.

"Obviously," Dean looked at the two silent princes with hatred: "They are dissatisfied with their current positions and do not want to be under me, so they want to take credit."

Tyles forced an ugly smile.

"Bah!"

Dean sipped hard, and the anger on his face increased unabated: "It's just that they didn't expect that I was quite resistant to'drugs', and there are ways to get out of it-isn't it, Sai Card, and you, fast rope?"

Thyls swears that Dean’s words are absolutely true-hate them.

But he is grateful for this moment.

"Haha, that's the end of the matter, Dean," Thales imagined the expression of the Duke of the North in the Fuxing Palace, pretending that the secret was revealed, and said with a grin, "I don't regret it. If you want to kill or slash, whatever you want."

Dean jerked his hand out!

Grasp Thales by the collar!

Tyles' heart shuddered, and the fast rope beside him subconsciously wanted to stop him, but Dean kicked it open with a backhand, strangling his neck!

The mercenaries were made nervous by this sudden scene.

Sonny pulled off the shield and took a step. Marina also subconsciously was about to move forward, but Ricky suddenly stretched out her hand and ordered to stay where she was.

The people in power in the tavern are watching this scene with cold eyes.

I saw Dean pulling on Thales's collar with one hand and holding the neck of the fast rope with the other, and fire in his eyes.

Thyls's expression was indifferent, as if he was dead.

Anyway...

It was not me who strangled your neck just now.

The fast rope with a ghost in his heart looked at Dean suspiciously, as if there were thousands of ants in his heart.

Dean has a terrible expression and a distorted face, as if the two people in front of him are his life and death enemies~IndoMTL.com~Do you think death is the worst thing? "

He gritted his teeth in an authentic manner, especially fixed his gaze on the fast rope: "You don't know, there are things in this world that are worse than death."

Quick rope brows.

"It's all his idea, Dean, I was forced to." Fastrope trembling, pointed at Thales, who looked indifferent, acting like an innocent farmer passing the battlefield: "You know, Dean, you forced him too hard... and I was forced..."

Everyone frowned, looking at the trembling fast rope.

"Shut up, fast rope."

Dean, who was in a complicated mood, endured full of resentment and hatred, and pointedly said: "You coward who turned the wheel, the only reason the lady left you in the dark room is that you have a good background-but I certainly did not expect that a dude can be so ambitious."

Quickline's face stiffened.

He lowered his head half-fake and half-heart, and said nothing.

After a while, Dean, with a terrifying expression, seemed to finally suppress the anger and desire for revenge, and let go of them bitterly.

"It's not that simple, you two, the fate of the traitor..." he said coldly:

"It will be handed over to Ms. Kashan, and she will decide."

Thyls and Fastrope are already in cold sweats without performing.

But what they are afraid of right now is not Dean anymore.

The tavern was silent, leaving Dean and the two of them to gasp fiercely.

Countless lights are still locked on them.

"Haha," Russell, who represents King Chaman, sneered in the distance:

"The dark room, it is really friendship and unity."

Dean snorted coldly, not paying attention.

Hearing this, Thales felt relieved inexplicably.

Fortunately.

At least...

They believed it.