Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 156: Decision on the fly

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Thales bit the bullet, told himself not to look at that face, and at the same time tried to help the two sisters up, but the next moment, the two girls from Karabyan closed their mouths.

"Sister?"

"Sister!"

They looked at each other and jumped up from the ground firmly and tacitly!

Under the amazed gaze of Thales, the Karabyan sisters supported each other, and the two of them walked up the corridor with three legs, and disappeared in front of them at a miraculous speed.

After several seconds, Thales finally realized:

Are you left behind again?

Didn't you say you want to help me?

Aren't you afraid of being an enemy of the world?

Footsteps sounded.

Thales, who had been dumbfounded all this time, shuddered, turned around, and happened to be face to face with that blank face.

This...

Thales' brain was blank for a few seconds, and his whole body was numb. It wasn't until the curvature of the other party's lips became bigger and bigger that he remembered to run.

The crime of Hell River surged up knowingly, and spread to the legs in the infinite fear of the master, forcing him to turn around and take a step, but——

Boom!

Thales felt a pain in his jaw, and stared at him from the fall!

The prince bowed his head in pain, only to find out in horror that the laces of his two boots had been tied together at some point.

There was a rustling sound overhead.

Thales raised his head with goosebumps, looked at the faceless monster standing in front of him, raised his hands, and said tremblingly:

"That, that...Even if it is a monster, there should be a limit..."

Fortunately, the monster in front of him ignored him.

It stretched out its hand, grabbed the part that should be the eye socket, and pulled it upwards!

Thales trembled again.

The strange face without eyes and nose was instantly distorted.

Huh?

Thales reacted: the next second, the faceless man in front of him pulled his entire face up and away from the top of his head.

"Ah, it's suffocating."

A cold and impatient female voice sounded from under the strange man's face.

Thales shuddered, and finally saw standing in front of him was a round-faced girl who was sweating profusely and fanning herself desperately.

People.

It's people.

Normal people.

A normal person with a head and a face!

The prince let out a breath and patted his chest:

Fortunately, fortunately, it is indeed a person.

Because, because if not...

"What are you doing!"

Thales, who had recovered, was still in shock. He sat on the ground, pointed at the long hair with a dry head hanging from the ceiling behind the girl, and cursed:

"Who, do you think this is fun—"

But before he finished speaking, the shriveled faceless grimace instantly approached him, scaring Thales into shutting up instantly.

"Here, this is the newly made 'Faceless Cork'," the grimace without eyes and nose dangled in front of his eyes, and he was pulled out into a strange smile no matter how you look at it, "Legends say that there is a Kai Wendi Er, was born with an ugly face and was hated by others, so his father put a steel mask on him... Ten years later, he fell in love with a girl and wanted to take off the mask to face true love. His mask was worn for too long and too tight, and after they opened it, they discovered that his facial features had been glued together with the mask... Unfortunately, he hasn't had time to combine with the 'Mrs. Smallpox Corpse'."

"Mrs. Smallpox Corpse? Combination?" Thales frowned.

The mischievous round-faced girl put down the 'Faceless Coke', stretched out her hand lazily, tugged at the picture frame on one side of the wall, and then pointed to the top of her head:

"Here, ma'am."

In the next second, the large bunch of horrible hair hanging from the ceiling, which scared the sisters Thales and Karabyan twice—Ms. .

"It is said that there was a Duke of Cavendir, his favorite mistress disappeared one day. After a long time, the servants found her hanged in a corridor that had been deserted for a long time, and even her skin and facial features were rotten. , except for the long hair... The duke had nightmares every night, dreaming that his mistress with a rotten face climbed down from the ceiling and wanted to drag him up to hang him... A temple priest suggested to him to clean up all the ruins in the palace Corridor, so that no one knew where the mistress was hanged, including herself... But since then, the servants said, Mrs. Smallpox has been crawling upside down on the ceiling with her hair hanging all the year round, just to find the The corridor where she was hanged, if you happened to walk under her at that time..."

That is, you made it into a trap, didn't you just pass by?

Thales watched the "Mrs. Smallpox Corpse" disappear over the corridor, and couldn't help trembling secretly, holding back his complaints and complaints.

"This time," the round-faced girl pointed listlessly at the mechanism above her head, "Ms. Smallpox Corpse used it as a bait, and then..."

The round-faced girl raised Faceless Coke's hood to her eyes, and shook it at Thales.

It was only then that Thales saw clearly: this round-faced girl had freckles, her hair was tangled into a bird's nest, and she was wearing a servant's everyday clothes, a pair of gray gloves, and a luggage hanging from her back.

It seems that she is a little different from the innocent girl smiling in the flowers in the portrait?

"This is the key to magic," the girl put down her hood, calm and unwavering, "It's all about attention, misleading, understand?"

I understand you——

Thales could only show a polite and embarrassed smile: "Well, it's really interesting... Although I have only seen portraits, I may ask, ma'am, are you Kai..."

"Here, why don't you try?"

Thales felt a weight on his hand, and he lowered his head: Faceless Kirk's eyeless, but still smooth and lifelike face was smiling at himself.

"Fuck -"

Thales was shocked, shook his hands and threw it away:

"Thanks, no, no, I don't play this."

The round-faced freckled girl raised her eyebrows, picked up the Faceless Cork on the ground, and patted the dust:

"Are you afraid of ghosts?"

"No, it's not," Thales denied, "I just... just hate being scared!"

"Then you hate ghosts?"

"No! Keke, I don't hate it, I, I respect ghosts, respect!"

"Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Ah, well, different people, different people have different opinions..."

The freckled girl squinted her eyes and looked at the prince for a while: "Don't you stand up?"

"Ah, of course..."

Thales came to his senses and tried his best to untie his bootlaces: "It's just because of your luck, I have to untie my feet first... almost... soon... what kind of knot did you tie... ah , finally healed, let me say you little girl—fuck you!"

Thales, who had just raised his head, had his chest heaved and stared at the front in a daze.

"You!"

He pointed angrily at the round-faced girl who put on the faceless cork hood again and bent down in front of him:

"You're **** sick!"

"Yeah."

The round-faced girl—to be exact, the faceless girl—takes off her headgear again: "By the way, your clothes are ugly, don't order them again."

Thales was taken aback:

"Huh? Clothes?"

The freckled girl in front of her snorted and nodded at his dress:

"Put it inside, it looks like you are a stuffed human head, packed in a jar for people to appreciate, you can laugh when you poke it, it's not vivid at all."

Thales got angry for a while:

"That's right, I'm really sorry, it cost two hundred and twenty-four—wait a minute, what the **** is a stuffed human head?"

But the girl shook her head and reached out to him:

"Forget it, I'll help you up, let's go to the banquet."

It was only then that Thales remembered that he was still attending the banquet, so he snorted angrily, calmed down, grabbed the girl's hand, and stood up with strength.

"Ah! Don't use such force, my hand has been injured and I can't use it..." The round-faced girl tried her best to pull him up.

"Sorry. Anyway, thanks. Gloves are nice—huh?"

The next second, Thales saw in horror that the girl first showed pain, and the hand held by him made a horrible sound of muscle breaking, and fell off from the forearm!

But this time, Thales' eyes sharpened, he urged the crime of prison river, stepped back steadily, and did not fall backwards.

"Huh!"

Thales waved the "broken hand" on his hand - the skin is smooth, feels good to the touch, and looks quite similar - "Broken Hand", looking coldly at the girl in front of her who was covering her elbow in pain:

"Stop pretending!"

"The handicapped puts on a severed arm and finds a carriage to touch the porcelain. He falls down and his arm is broken, and then a group of people come up to blackmail—even the lower city of Eternal Star City is not fashionable for this stuff!"

Sure enough, in the next second, the painful look of the round-faced girl disappeared.

She became expressionless again, and stretched out a complete hand from her sleeve indifferently:

"Yo, you can see it."

Thales sneered and shook the "broken hand":

"I knew it, you scared me so many times, how could you be so kind and come to pull me up? It's definitely a scam!"

Just because of you, you also want to deceive me—the experienced first-time porcelain player in the abandoned house?

But the freckled girl didn't smile, nor was she disappointed, she just tilted her head and pouted:

"But that hand is not fake."

Thales was stunned.

He looked at the "broken hand" in his hand, then at the freckled girl's hand, and frowned:

"Let me tell you, don't take it as an example, don't do any more **** shit--"

Thales screamed incoherently, and fell to the ground with a plop.

The young boy's **** hurts, but he has no time to take care of it, he just shakes his arm desperately - the "broken hand" on his hand has just come to life suddenly, clasping his palm tightly, back and forth like a mollusk twist!

Finally, before the prince felt that he was about to cry, the amputated hand was thrown to the ground by him, but it was still moving.

A broken hand that moves—the terrifying memory of the blood magician came back to Thales' mind in an instant.

"What the **** is that—"

Thales, who burst into tears, crawled backwards backwards, and stopped abruptly as soon as he spoke:

On the other side, the round-faced girl was shaking her right hand indifferently, using a few thin transparent threads to pull the severed hand twisting continuously.

"Look, attention shifted," the round-faced girl said calmly, as if explaining a common sense of life, "Da da!"

The severed hand obediently "flyed" into the girl's hand, and under her control, she even gave Thales a thumbs up.

It took Thales several seconds to calm down his thumping heartbeat.

"You..."

Shocked into a cold sweat, he took a deep breath, and suddenly laughed out of anger:

"What the hell—"

"This is the 'Ghost Hand Princess', a Kevin Dill who married into the royal family," the girl pulled up the ghost hand and interrupted Thales, "It is said that her prince husband suspected her of being unfaithful, so The princess was imprisoned in the basement for questioning, and only a small window was left on the iron door for the princess to reach out for food once a day... One year later, when the king came to visit, he heard the sobbing and crying of the princess, and only then did he find out that his brother But when the iron door was opened, everyone found out that the princess committed suicide by leaving a book in the second month. Her body had been rotting in the dark for a long time. Only the arm that stretched out the door to eat every day, Still fair and plump..."

"OK!"

Thales, who was full of anger and frightened at the same time, crossed his arms and slashed a big fork fiercely:

"You stop!"

The round-faced girl shrugged her shoulders, put the 'Ghost Hand Princess' in her pocket, and extended her palm to Thales.

"Hey, no, no need!"

Thales resolutely refused the girl's support. He touched his sore buttocks, stood up on his own, and said viciously:

"I'll never again—hey, stop! Right! Right there! Don't move! Don't come here! Get away from me! Stay away! The farther the better!"

The freckled girl was stunned and stopped:

"That's okay, the point of the Vision Magic is different, you can feel it..."

"No!"

Thales shook his head angrily, and put his hands on his chest in a protective gesture:

"No! No! No! I don't feel it! I don't feel it! I refuse to feel it! I don't want to feel anything!"

The round-faced girl still had an expressionless expression, she just squinted at Thales, as if she was looking at a toy.

Thales stared at the girl, and cautiously stuck to the corner of the wall, like a crab, walking out a horizontal arc step by step, just wanting to escape from her side safely.

The girl's expression changed:

"Ah, be careful! The wall behind you...don't look back!"

At this moment, Thales suddenly felt: something was stroking the back of his head.

There was a thump in his heart, and his heart was pounding.

"I—"

Thales suppressed his face, looked at the girl opposite, and said in pain: "What do you want?"

The girl shook her head and pointed behind Thales:

"It's not me, it's..."

Ghosts believe it!

Thales roared in his heart.

He exhausted all his courage to persuade himself not to think about what was touching the back of his head, well, it was probably a mechanism like Mrs. Smallpox Corpse, and then he persuaded himself to move his steps with difficulty and walked to the side.

Anyway...

Anyway, whatever you want!

Anyway, I will never look back!

"It's just a picture frame." The round-faced girl said innocently

Thales had a heart attack.

He took a deep breath with all his strength, focused on leaving this place, and stopped listening to the girl.

"Hey, what's in your hand?"

"Hand - no, don't, please! What a misleading, **** distraction, I'm not going to fall for your tricks again anyway!"

"But hey, if you don't look at it now...it will come out of your hand and look for you as soon as you get to the dark place later."

"Get out!"

Thales moved carefully, and advanced another distance of a non-extinguishing light.

But he made up his mind that he would not even look at the "things" in his hand:

"Hmph, I don't have anything in my hand—Worznima!"

Even if he was prepared, Thales trembled three times when he lowered his head.

He stared blankly at the grimace with a green glow on his sleeve, smiling at him slyly.

"Fluorescent paint, you can only see it in the dark," the girl approached, and kindly explained to him, "I used to paint it in advance... Now I have made a seal, and then printed it on clothes or paper. Well, this one is made too often, and I will give it to you as a souvenir."

The heart was overwhelmed, and Thales, who was about to fall ill, mechanically took the seal of the grimace, and looked up at the girl numbly.

"Look, this is the image of Jacques the Soul Bone, an ogre who only eats human flesh in hell. It is said that after four o'clock in the morning, draw his symbol on the mirror, and breathe again, you can see it Its face, if you promise to give it human flesh, it can come out of the mirror, of course, it will first ask for the nearest human flesh, that is—"

"Please, ma'am!"

Thales clasped his palms together and painfully interrupted the round-faced girl who was talking with gusto:

"Yes, I admit, I'm afraid of ghosts! I'm really afraid! I've been afraid since I was a child! I'm terribly afraid! I'm afraid to death! So, please, ma'am, miss, aunt, please let me go!" "

The girl pursed her lips tightly and looked at him.

Thales just folded his palms with a gloomy face, waiting for the other party's answer—or judgment.

Where are the twin sisters of the Karabyan family?

Where's Kai'Sa and Qina?

He misses them both, really! I miss it so much!

Unbelievable, he thought they were annoying before!

He was wrong!

It's a big mistake!

Cohen's good sisters, they are so nice, so gentle, so considerate, how can they be annoying?

When you talk, you say it to me, and you say it to me...how cute!

Now, Thales can't wait to get tired of being with them every day, doing nothing but listening to their elegant and moving stage vocals!

What a wonderful experience!

"emm..."

The round-faced girl hesitated for a while with her mouth pouted, and the freckles on her face fluttered.

In the end, she nodded, as if giving Thales an amnesty:

"Okay then, but the Battle of the Fronts is coming to an end..."

The girl turned around, took the lead, and walked towards the banquet hall.

Thales exhaled a breath, never wanting to look back on the experience just now—going to hell, probably this is how it feels.

"If we don't hurry up, we will miss the fireworks show. I heard that the new fireworks they imported this year use a brand new Li crystal formula." The round-faced girl looked indifferent.

Thales' expression was numb, and he walked forward step by step, just begging the girl not to look back:

"I just want to miss you now..."

But the round-faced girl shook her head.

"No, no, no, you have a bad attitude towards me, that's not okay, it's not manly enough, at least not like a real man."

Thales twitched his face and laughed:

"Real men will not encounter 'Mrs. Smallpox Corpse', 'Faceless Kirk', 'Ghost Hand Princess' and 'Soul Bone Jacques'..."

"Then you've met them all, so you're not a real man?"

"You—" Thales exhaled, telling himself rationally: Don't argue with this damn—literally—girl.

There are unpredictable risks.

But the girl took the initiative to talk to him instead:

"But, has no one told you that when you get along with me, you have to show your gentleness, politeness, respect, sincerity, and thoughtfulness—like a real man?"

"Huh, gentle, polite? Come on," Thales subconsciously wanted to sarcastically say a few words to the girl, but his heart tightened before he could say anything, "Ahem, I mean, there are really..."

Serve?

Thales remembered something, and his expression changed slightly.

He looked at the back of the girl in surprise, but the latter just walked forward on his own:

"Really? Then think again?"

Think again...

[Remember, when you get along with that girl, remember to show your gentleness, politeness, respect, sincerity, and thoughtfulness, like a real man...]

Thales' pupils shrank suddenly!

The Duke of Xinghu stopped in his tracks. He looked at the round-faced girl in disbelief.

"You, what did you just say?"

I saw the round-faced girl with her hands crossed, holding the back of her head, her whole body was shaking as she walked, combined with her messy hair that looked like a bird's nest, she had distinct characteristics.

Not true.

Thales shook his head to confirm that he heard correctly.

The words she said were obviously, I was...

"I said, a real man," the round-faced girl said without turning her head, "man, man, man!"

"Man - what?"

Thales is not too sure now:

"Sorry, can you repeat it again? The previous sentence? When I was with you..."

The girl snorted: "Hey, you don't know? Did they not tell you? Or do you not understand the code?"

Thales frowned.

"What, what password?" He asked tentatively.

The round-faced girl sighed, lowered her arms, and turned around.

Thales shrank subconsciously and took a step back.

"Okay, they say you're suspicious by nature...but don't worry, you haven't exposed," the girl looked at him sympathetically, held the back of her head, and continued to walk forward, "In Emerald City, we each communicate through one line, Not affiliated with each other."

Single-line communication, not affiliated with each other...

Thales' eyes became more and more surprised.

No.

No way?

"What, what contact?"

He quickened his pace to catch up with the girl with freckles, ignoring the thrill of the moment: "I, I don't understand what you are talking about... Hey! Answer me!"

Thales grabbed her from behind, but felt his hand go weak.

With a snort, he pulled the girl's arm off!

A few seconds later, the boy frowned and looked at the "broken hand" in his hand, his face twitched in disgust:

"Ghost, Princess Ghost Hand?"

The round-faced girl turned her head and pursed her lips in response.

"Look, this is the weakness of magic." She took the severed hand from Thales's hand, and didn't forget to twitch its fingers halfway, "It's best to perform the same for every audience. , do not repeat."

Thales took a deep breath.

"No, no, don't talk about magic, don't talk about juggling, what you just told me is..."

The next moment, the girl with freckles suddenly stretched out her hand, and wrapped his shoulder with a "ghost hand" that was fake enough to be real.

"Listen, Your Highness," she pursed her lips, seemingly sullen, "Your task here is..."

The round-faced girl leaned close to Thales' ear, while not forgetting to let the ghost hand bounce back and forth on his shoulder:

"Discretionary, impromptu decision..."

At that second, Thales trembled all over!

Discretion?

Decision on the fly?

His eyes froze~IndoMTL.com~ No, this sentence is, it can only be...

"...the rest will be done by others."

The girl whispered, and suddenly blew into Thales' ear.

The round-faced girl stared innocently at Thales rubbing her ears in pain:

"You, understand?"

But neither the pain in the ear nor the girl's mischief could overshadow the horror in Thales' heart at this moment.

The prince looked at the girl in disbelief.

However, how is this possible?