Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 160: Difficulties and difficulties

Thyls and Jen were both silent, and there were only two different breathing sounds in the compartment of the confession room.

"She is gone."

Jen's voice came from the darkness.

"I know." Thales replied glumly.

A few more seconds passed before Jayne’s voice reverberated:

"Now, can we put aside our prejudices and have a good talk?"

Tyles took a deep breath. He adjusted his mood and nodded:

"So, you didn't kill Moss, you just learned about his death in advance and then concealed it?"

"If you really want to kill that wine merchant, then I'll let him go first, and then give him a discounted cross-sea ferry ticket," Jen snorted coldly, "Even Judge Brennan can't say anything."

Thyls was silent for a while, then sighed, feeling mixed:

"Before entering the city on the first day, I told Moss: If he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t need to do it. I will blast him away from the beginning, and there will be no more things going on-at least it’s not unclear or dead. In prison."

Jen hummed disdainfully.

"Can you stop being so kind and sentimental? Instead of hypocritically sad for an unsympathetic scum, it is better to consider what is behind his death—"

But Thales interrupted him coldly:

"The phrase ‘scum that is not worthy of sympathy’ is not enough to defend us."

"No matter who Moss was and what he did before his death, but in the past few days, he was involved in our struggle and eventually died because of us. This is something we cannot ignore and avoid."

Thyls turned to Jen in the dark:

"It has nothing to do with who he is, but with who we are."

But Jane also sneered.

"In such a struggle, there will always be collateral damage and sacrifices by others. This is inevitable and normal. If you can't accept it," Duke Iris sarcastically, "then it is best to withdraw from the royal family immediately and give up the right to inheritance. , From now on, go back to the mountains and forests, no, just to be safe, just commit suicide, so that no one will die because of you, the great saint Thales."

Thyls took a deep breath.

"I don't blame you."

"What?"

Thyls shook his head and chuckled indifferently:

"There are three kinds of people in this world-scum, ordinary people, and saints. The scum will always laugh at ordinary people: ‘Since you can’t get used to scum, why don’t you be a saint?’"

The voice fell, and this time it was Jen's turn to be silent.

But he recovered quickly and fought back:

"The wine merchant, Moss, did you really tell him,'If you don't want to, you can choose not to do it'?"

"Yes."

"Yes, you gave him a choice," the Duke of South Bank sneered, "but do you think he can choose?"

Thyls frowned.

"I know."

"Most people can't be saints," Jen exhaled, seeming to sigh, "especially when they find out that they can't be even ordinary people."

Thyls was silent for a few seconds and hummed softly:

"Whatever you say."

The confession room fell silent again.

"How is my sister?"

Thyls was startled:

"Who--oh, you mean Hilley."

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Telston had a headache.

"It's'Ms. Kevin Deer', don't call her name directly." Jann warned him coldly.

"Oh, yes, Ms. Kevin Deere," Thales nodded perfunctorily in the dark, "She is very good, not bad, a good girl, very good..."

Jen turned his head abruptly, a pair of eyes reflecting cold gleam in the darkness.

Thyls said something.

"I mean, um, she is actually not good, not good at all..."

Jane's eyes slowly tightened in the darkness, but the cold light was better before.

Thyls is stuck again, reluctant to surrender:

"Well, I'd better not mention her."

Jen was silent for a while.

"When did you meet her?"

"Last night."

"Do you think I would believe it?"

"Well, it was actually a few days ago," Thales said helplessly, "I was ‘chatting’ with Sister Karabyan, and your sister fell from the sky... Well, I’m asking."

"The time you asked me if there were any ghosts in Kongming Palace?"

Fuck, how can this guy remember being so accurate.

Thyls murmured: "Probably so."

"Mrs. Smallpox Corpse?"

"Oh, you know—wait, why are you so proficient?"

"That is the lifting mechanism, I used to help her pretend. What did you talk about?"

In the face of Jayne's aggressive, bottom-line questioning, Thales had to sigh for a long time.

"No, I didn’t say anything... and then last night’s battle feast, I swear, that’s it, I don’t have any other friendships with her. And I didn’t keep you from deliberately, it’s just that, you know , For the overall situation, for stability."

Speaking of which, Thales shrugged ironically:

"After all, who can guarantee that after I met your sister, you know if I will have a childish temper or do impulsive things—maybe it will ruin you. Banquets and celebrations?"

Jen was silent for a while.

"Repeat other people's words in revenge, it will only appear that you are narrow and small."

"Small belly chicken intestine?"

Thyls shook his head in disdain: "When you drove the blood to chase me seven years ago, why didn't you think of this?"

"What about the competition banquet, what did she tell you?"

"Nothing, ‘say hello’ again."

"You mean, you were hiding in the corner and whispering, and she asked you to help fasten the back button just to say hello?"

Thyls has a headache again.

"Uh, this, last night, she said, said..."

She said, she was actually a spy sent by my father?

She said, Dai Kingdom’s secret branch said hello to me?

She also said, want me to be a real man?

Feeling that Jayne's eyes became sharper, Thales had to speak:

"Well, she told a lot of ghost stories, such as Faceless Cork, Mrs. Smallpox Corpse, Concubine Ghost Hand, Soul Bone Jacob..."

"Jacques."

"What?

"It's'Spirit Bone Jacques'," Zhan Enyou said quietly, "It is a nursery rhyme and legend of demon and ogre, which is circulated around the East China Sea Territory."

Thyls sighed helplessly:

"Okay, Jacques. What else did she say about magic tricks, close-up and long-term view, diversion of attention, misdirection, I don’t really understand--"

"Wait!" Jayne moved his voice and suddenly raised his volume.

"What?"

"Wrong boot."

Jen squinted his eyes, as if thinking of something:

"This makes me think, why did Moss die? Why did he die?"

Why did Moss die?

Thyls's mind moved, and his mind also turned:

"Or, what can his death cause?"

Jane thought for a few seconds:

"No, Moss has been dead for one day. It should be said that in this day..."

Thyls followed his thoughts and took over:

"What has happened to his death?"

The two fell silent, both thinking.

"No, everything is normal in the Emerald City so far this morning." Jen shook his head.

"And my subordinates have been to the prison to investigate--" Thales' expression moved, thinking of something.

The two turned to each other at the same time, and both saw the dim light gleaming in each other's eyes.

"Everything is normal in the Emerald City," Jayne quickened his words, "because I took measures at the battle banquet out of worry and caution to block the news of Moss' death, resulting in an ordinary suicide or vendetta case. ."

Thyls nodded:

"So, when my subordinates find out the suspicious point of the case, I will be so angry to question you..."

"Are you talking about insulting me?"

"It doesn't matter..."

"So, misguided," Jen squinted, "Moss' death is not about the case itself, not even Moss."

"And with us?" Thales followed his words.

The two looked at each other.

"The people who killed Moss, they know us." Jann said.

"Too much understanding." Thales nodded.

Jen frowned: "They counted my caution and your recklessness."

Thyls raised his eyebrows: "You mean, your suspiciousness, my persistence and enthusiasm?"

The two were silent for a few seconds in the dark.

"Let’s skip this topic..."

"I agree..."

Tyles took a deep breath and guessed:

"That said, Moss is dead, and the more we are in conflict now..."

"The more it hits them—for example, the plate you dropped just before the altar." Jayne affirmed.

"Mistaken guidance," Thales understood somewhat, "Moss is just an introduction: they need you and me to conflict, and confront each other in the recourse of one party and the concealment of the other."

"And it's better to break the blood, you die, so that they can find the flaws and wait for the opportunity to launch."

"As a response, we must..."

"See through this point and reach a consensus," Zhan En said in a deep voice, "pretend to be ignorant and keep it as it is."

"Are you sure?"

"Then do you have suggestions?"

In the small confession room, the two of them were thinking about each other, and could only hear each other's breathing.

"If this is the case, then I should continue to fight against you. For example, I will continue to investigate, to track down the death of Moss," Thales rolled his eyes, "This is normal, right?"

Jen didn't answer immediately.

"Yes," the Duke whispered a few seconds later, "and I will do everything possible to hinder you, conceal you, and frustrate you."

"Uh, don't obstruct too much?"

"Didn't you say: Since you want to pursue results, then follow through to the end?"

Thyls was silent for a moment: "You know, repeating other people's words in revenge will only make you look narrow, small belly chicken intestines?"

"Don't you think this is a bit familiar?"

The two silently faced each other in the confession room.

"There is one more thing," Jaen said suddenly, "If they are really waiting for me to reveal the flaws if they provoke us to conflict, then..."

Thyls's heart sank:

"What is the flaw?"

Jen didn't speak, and after ten seconds, he spoke softly:

"Listen well, Thales."

"Huh?"

"From now on, no matter what we are going to do, what we encounter, no matter how we play back and forth with the king and the secret branch," Jen's voice was as calm as usual, "No matter the merits or bad luck, promise me, this Nothing has anything to do with Hille."

Thyls was silent.

Don't involve Hille...

He didn't react until the other party urged:

"Uh, is it?"

Just listen to Jayne continue:

"My sister, she was frail and sick since she was a child. She didn't grow up like a normal child. Even her education was intermittent and she couldn't get along with her peers."

Thyls rubbed his eyebrows: "I feel the same way."

"Later, I had to send her out to study and recuperate," the Duke said in a deep voice, "Instead, she developed her weird temper."

Thyls agrees: "It's really weird."

But he quickly sensed the scorching gaze of the other party and hesitated to add:

"Um, it's actually...not that weird?"

Jen glanced at him:

"Therefore, she is also inexperienced in the world, ignorant and simple, and she does not understand any political interests at all, and her heart is sinister."

Not deeply involved in the world, ignorance is simple...

Tyles narrowed his eyes: "Are you sure?"

Jane's eyes came again like a knife.

Thyls quickly changed his words:

"Oh, it makes sense, she is your sister, of course you know the best."

Jen was silent for a long time in the darkness before he sighed:

"She doesn't belong here, Thales, doesn't belong to our game."

Thyls frowned tightly.

"So, no matter what we, no matter what we scumbags... do," the Duke's voice was a little uncomfortable, as if trying to suppress it, "Don't involve her."

Don't involve her...

Thyls was silent, and after a while, he sighed lightly.

"But, what if she is still involved?"

Jen's eyes moved.

"I mean," Thales was a little sad, "If Hille stays in the Emerald City..."

"It's ‘Ms. Kevin Deer’," Jayne said coldly, "Aren’t you polite?"

"Yes, Ms. Kevin Deere."

Thyls accidentally talked to him about the title issue:

"But I mean, Hee, um, your sister is already here, of course we don’t want to and will not involve her. But if my father, or the Kingdom’s Secret Division, if they count her, they count her. Is there a power struggle in the Emerald City?"

The Duke of South Bank did not speak.

He thought for a while, then said:

"Then Thales, I need you to do another thing."

"Understood," Thales felt a little bit and nodded in agreement, "I will try my best to minimize contact with her, so that they will not have excuses..."

"Stay with her."

"Ok—what?" Thales turned his head abruptly, his eyes widening.

Unexpectedly, Jann is very calm at the moment.

"If everything is as we think," he looked thoughtfully, "Moss' death is just an introduction. The purpose is to put us against each other so that they can wait for an opportunity to act... Then I'm sure, I hope. Lai is such an'opportunity', at least one of the opportunities."

Tyles gritted his teeth.

"It’s not a coincidence that she suddenly returned to Kongming Palace, it’s probably the secret science," Jane changed his words, "No, it’s not possible, but they will definitely involve Sheley in, and even defeat Kevin. Deere’s breakthrough."

He turned to Thales, the gloomy light reflected in his eyes, especially in the dark:

"So, I need you to keep an eye on her and keep an eye on any wind and grass around her."

For more than ten seconds, Thales just stared at him blankly.

"Can you...can you find someone else?"

"Yes, but she won't be happy."

"Then, do you think I will be happy?"

"Don't worry, she knows that I can't get along with you," Jayne sneered, "You will be fine."

"Oh, that's good--wait, what is this expression, what does it mean ‘nothing will happen’?"

"Anyway, keep an eye on her and I will take care of the rest."

Tyles' eyes rolled:

"But, you don't worry about me and your sister..."

"You can't marry her," Jane said categorically, "and she doesn't like you either."

It's so straightforward.

Thyls lowered his head chatteringly:

"You know, I thought you were always wary of me and Hee, uh, contact with your sister?"

"It is true, but..."

Jane nodded and admitted:

"However, since you can stand up for the Western Wild Assassin of the royal family banquet regardless of safety, you will not hesitate to tear your skin with me..."

Jen sighed.

"Yes, I can't understand the way you want to be a saint," he said quietly, "but at least, you are not a scum."

Thyls was silent.

"Then what if I fail?"

Tyles looked up, feeling complicated:

"If they still... still involve her?"

Jane's figure paused in the dark.

"Then I swear, in the name of Kevin Deere, no matter who does this, I will make him worse off—"

"Okay! Stop!"

Thyls quickly raised his hand to interrupt:

"Okay, don't throw the rest of the cruel words, thank you."

Feeling the strange look in the other party's eyes, Thales shrugged:

"You know, when you are old, you can't listen to gambling and curses."

Jen laughed.

"That just means that you are not old enough, Thales," the Duke of South Bank said, with a deep meaning, "the despair is not enough, so much that you long for the curse to be true."

Thyls also hummed softly:

"That's not necessarily true, Jayne, not necessarily."

Jen said no more, he opened the door of the compartment, leaned into the light, ready to leave,

"Also, Thales," Jayne paused, "Although Cyclops may have been mentioned at the royal banquet, but..."

He turned around and blinked at Thales who was sitting in the dark:

"New Star's proposal is still valid."

New star’s proposal...

Thyls frowned.

"Not only that, but what I said last night...I'm waiting, Thales."

Jen has adjusted his clothes, his eyes are sharp:

"Waiting for your price tag."

After speaking, he strode out of the confession room.

Leave Thales alone, sitting alone in the dark, knowing nothing.

Jane walked out of the confession room and greeted the guests gracefully and gently along the way, until the Ashford butler quietly appeared behind him

"You are going to inspect the people and listen to sermons later," the old butler respectfully said, "do you need a rest?"

But Jayne didn't answer, he just looked at the huge sunset goddess behind the altar and smiled mysteriously.

"Yes, I just found out today," Jane smiled happily, "So that kid is pretty good."

"Oh?"

The next second, Jen put away his smile:

"A good-liar."

Ashford nodded.

"I just confirmed--he may not know, but his pretending to be innocent is ridiculous." Jann said coldly.

Ashford calmly offered his cloak: "Then you are sure?"

"This prince is a trap, from the Fuxing Palace."

The Duke of South Bank turned around and took the cloak, calm as usual: "He and His Majesty the King..."

"It's a group."

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On the other side, Thales walked out of the confession room exhausted, ignoring the mysterious and evil smile of Priest Chadvi, and found his guard captain all the way.

"Tor, do you know the hardest thing in this world?"

"You asked before, it was a lie—oh, sorry, it was a half-truth." Mallos just finished greeting several guests and looked back at him.

"Yes, but I just discovered something more difficult."

"To make a confession with the enemy and smell of smoke when you come out?"

Tyles' smile faltered.

Malós coughed immediately:

"Sorry, please continue."

Tyles just hummed, unconsciously slapped the clothes, sniffing the smell:

"The harder thing is to pretend to believe a lie-it is much harder than lying."

"It is so, so difficult, in the world, only you can do it."

Tyles shook his head, unintentionally countering his irony:

"Who did you send to collect information about Moss?"

"Kong Muto, he has some connections."

"Not enough, send some more people to dig deeper," Thales' expression gradually became serious, "Trust me, Moss is the key."

Malles' eyes moved:

"Can I ask why?"

Thyls was silent for a while, then turned to look at the statue of the sunset goddess, and below, the Duke of South Bank who was about to leave to inspect:

"Because I just found out..."

The prince squinted his eyes, his gaze fell on Jen's body, showing a bit of coldness: "Dagory Moss, that wine merchant..."

"He killed it."

Malles frowned upon hearing this and fell into thought.

A few seconds later, a familiar figure came up from a distance and grabbed Thales' arm!

"Come with me!"

The round-faced girl dragged Thales's hand expressionlessly and strode forward.

"Eh, no, wait, no, no—"

Seeing the visitor clearly, Thales looked horrified.

Hilley Kevin Deere stalled, remembering something, and then turning back quickly, taking Thales in a circle.

"Oh, by the way, you are his nanny," Hile leaned close to the frowning Mallos, narrowed his eyes, "Go to an appointment, don't you mind?"

Nanny...

Malles draws his eyebrows, but smiles politely:

"Of course not, it's just—"

But before Mallos was finished speaking, Sile turned around, pulling the terrified Thales and disappearing around the corner.

"The hardest thing in the world, Your Highness..."

Malles looked at the place where they disappeared, sighed, talked to himself, and kept up:

"You really don't know."

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My dearest little Thales:

As a verbal fiance, have you eaten well, grow up quickly, and become a mighty and beloved young man?

Are you the same as before, mellow and delicious, cuddly?

Are the tooth scars on your neck, wrists, and blood vessels gone? Does it hurt when it rains?

In six or seven years, you should have been in the Northland, **** hard by the Yankees?

Hahaha, it’s great, without blood and sweat, and steel grind, how can you become a mainstay and turn the river over?

Just kidding, don't be annoyed, let alone tear the letter.

I know what you think of me, but you have to admit it at least:

Without me, you had fallen into the hands of the black prophet or even Kevin Deere, or in the mouth of that **** disgusting monster, you might have been crushed and rounded, crushed and digested.

You are welcome!

You are welcome! !

You are welcome! ! !

What's more, you who grew up so hard and hardened by my painstaking efforts, squeezing your fingers, crushed King Nunn and half of the Dragon City to death, and seduce the Grand Duke and half of the city by glaring Exter (really a spoiled man)?

In the end, you started a chaos and abandoned, and started a war that swept the golden corridor. At the expense of endless bones, you tried every means to kill the stars all the way back-ah, that's right, if you have been only mediocre and cowardly , That's so boring, I can't even get interested in looking for you.

But I also heard that after you got home, you have had a bad time recently? Your father is jealous of you, and the court officials exclude you?

To be honest, I’m not surprised. I know your temper is sometimes as soft as my lips, sometimes as hard as my sharp claws—well, unpredictable prey, hunted There is a challenge.

It’s okay, I know your current situation well, and I’m happy to give you some advice. After all, who hasn’t had a dad who is at odds with you and dreams of killing him, and a group of respectable people who want to sway you all day long. What about the subordinates who have stepped down?

I swear in my mother's name, Thales, when I wrote this letter, I hesitated for a long time.

I'm very distressed, what tone should I use? Do you want to make peace with you? Want to beg for forgiveness in a low voice? Does Chen Qing's interests seek cooperation? Are you moved for reconciliation over time? Or is it full of admiration to express grievances and misses?

No, I figured it out later, no.

Anyway, you treacherous asshole, unfeeling as a vampire bastard, won't believe it.

So, regardless of him, I will not cover up, just tell the truth:

My mother, I miss you, Thales!

I missed it so much!

I want to die, I want to be crazy, I want to be crazy!

I think every day and night, every moment, every minute and every moment, every moment of frustration and pain, is full of anger and hatred. I want to beat or kill you. Every hair, every piece of skin, every drop of blood, every muscle, every inch of bones on the shameless little **** are plucked off alive and bloody. Shivering, screaming, screaming, crying, can't survive, can't die!

Do you feel it? Feel how much I miss you, in my bones, in my veins, in my soul!

You can't imagine, little bastard, what I have experienced over the years.

Fuck, more, much, much, much, much more than my old mother has experienced in the past few hundred years!

You who killed a thousand knives caused my old lady to go into exile for thousands of miles, looking for blood and food to avoid the sun and looking for the shadow as a bastard, the hardship, blood, pain, shame on this journey, all the **** debts you owe me! I want you to repay everything that belongs to you and what doesn't belong to you!

Fuck!

Well, I apologize, I'm excited, I'm lost.

But the meaning is correct:

You are mine.

You can't escape.

Well, I've been to the Emerald City. Yes, it was the year I met you on the shore of Gonghai City. Unfortunately, the Iris family at that time was so obedient, and the hook fingers were fooled. , Now, it's much harder to tame.

So you don't have to keep your hands, just kill his family and pave the way for your throne.

In this way, you can be prepared, and I am welcome to come back and find you.

The words are too far apart. This is the case. I heard that my crying little sister also sent an envoy to the Emerald City. Maybe she will bring you a letter, just like me?

Never mind if there is no, if there is, hehe, let me guess, if the crying ghost calls you "My friend, the respected Prince Thales", ah, don’t doubt, run away, She will kill someone in the next moment, you are not the first, you must be the last!

And if the crying ghost calls you "my dear brother", it's like a monarch calling another, and then a bunch of flattery, haha, don't doubt, her rule must be hindered ——You and I have both contributed to this, and the two extreme blood races are irreparable losses.

I strongly recommend that you take the opportunity to open the mouth of the lion. No matter how much meat she has, you will bite down three times the amount! If you are only twice, let alone you are my fiancé. If you are less than twice, I feel that you are hopeless to be crowned in this life. If it is less than doubled, I will go back and kill you personally, so as not to humiliate my past education.

Then, if the crying guy is straight to the point, just tell you something like "I want your head" or "I want the head below you", oh, oh, she has a lot of chips and she doesn't bother to talk nonsense. But fortunately, at least she put her face up and didn't hide it.

But if she is kind, considerate, soft-spoken, and puts herself in the position, she can also express her interests and make suggestions for you with kindness, oh, congratulations, little Thales, she is really on a desperate way, nowhere to go!

Hahahaha, presumably, in the kingdom of night, the six big families under Corleone are all suspecting the disappearance of the nightwing king (guess, why do they suspect?), openly and secretly opposed to her calculating her, intent Subverting her rule, even tearing her heart blood vessels, and she is alone in the world, looking for help and allies!

Then the crying will start to ask you in a low voice, the most handsome and handsome star prince, are you free recently? If you have time, can you take your thick, big and hard...money bag and move to the little girl's humble house? Oops, during the Spring Festival, any posture can be used-far away, anyway, she wants money, food, people, face, and everything.

In order to maintain her throne, in addition to her dead ghost father’s grave, which is dead and reluctant to dig, she also loves the crying ghost’s gritted character. She can even sell her own mother’s, um, herself. !

Then I guess, no matter what she says, the crying will tell you two things:

One, I am a bitch.

I am indeed, and it is destined to be the most feared and feared in your life, but the most obsessive one, hahahaha!

Second, she and you are in the same group.

Hahahahaha, it's so ridiculous, what's her situation now, a ruined queen, crowned by monkeys, and her ruling wobbly, she deserves to be with you?

But, but if she doesn't sullen under her breath, if she has an upright look, the little girl won't sell herself, hey, that's not good, it's quite bad.

This means that she must be brewing something, planning something, and most likely she has found a way out and is confident of stabilizing the domestic rule. Damn, the time for my mother to go back has to be delayed.

Ah, I forgot to say, you have to see who is the messenger who came to the Emerald City to deliver the letter, and is responsible for negotiating the reunification with Iris, especially if there is an old man named Li from the Far East.

If there is him, it means that my premonition has come true. The crying ghost really has a new card, **** it, she has found a way, so Li can leave the country, as the person closest to her father, representing the blood scorpion Tooth and the kingdom of night.

If Li doesn't come, it means she didn't find it! Li must stay in the country to withstand the restless vassals! Hahaha, with the conspiracy of the Castigan and Sullivan families (perhaps with a little intelligence help from my thousands of miles away), she is dead!

No kidding, little Thales, you know in your heart that, compared with her, you and I are the same kind!

Don’t rush to deny it, yes, yes, we have at least one point, or the most important point in common:

We are the survivors!

I am, so are you, yes, we may be confused, may be shaken, may hesitate, but no matter how small the chips are, no matter how bad the situation is, no matter how strong the opponent is, no matter how bad luck is, no matter how terrible and bad the face is In a desperate situation, in the end, we are still ourselves!

We won’t give up, don’t believe in failure, don’t retreat, we will still gritted our teeth, weeping, swallowing blood, dragging the embarrassed stump, breaking our arms, picking our nails, crushing our teeth and roaring our throats. From even the deepest part of hell, crawl back inch by inch, and pay the price to this world!

Because we only have ourselves!

I am!

So are you!

As for that cry lover, what can she do?

Seven years ago, when we stood in the snow, exhausted our life’s wisdom and strategy, gambled on everything, confronted nervously, confronted each other in a game, in order to decide the victory or defeat, by the way, when we decided to live or die, the little girl who didn’t use the fart The baby was lying in the snow with limbs, pouting, drooling and talking in sleep!

But, little Thales, little Thales, if you want to go further on the road to power, you have to learn to deal with different dangerous people, learn to play games with them, and exchange chips with them. , Make deals with them—including me.

Then you have to learn to be cruel, cold-blooded, and learn to be an inhuman being.

Trust me, especially the last point, this is very useful, especially when I face my father.

So, I look forward to seeing you again, trading with you, and you—the alliance?

Don’t not like to listen. It’s ugly. If you can’t face me and are afraid to face me, then you are sitting on the highest throne of the stars. It was pulled down by someone with a belt and bones, beaten into blood foam, baked into charcoal, crushed into dust, and then sold as garbage that no one wanted.

But are you willing?

Are you willing?

Are you willing?

Are you angry?

Do you hate it?

Do you want it!

If this is the case, grit your teeth, squeeze your fists, and walk on with blood and tears!

The stars are lonely and Kuiye is cold. They didn't meet each other originally, they only met by chance, and they hurriedly crossed each other.

But they each have difficulties, each bears madness, gritted their teeth, shed blood and tears, biting the last inch of faith, firmly believing that as long as they last to the end, they can win the future.

I hope I can see you again by then, Little Thales~IndoMTL.com~ For this, you have to work hard and don't get killed by someone on the way.

Oh, you must miss me very much, right?

Haha, don’t be ashamed to admit it, you must never forget me in your life, let alone get rid of me!

Because I am thinking about you too—you should be put on a limb torture, and pulled a thousand times as a shameless little bastard.

Don't worry, don't worry.

We will meet sooner or later.

We will have the opportunity to settle our debts, but we have grievances, and perhaps repay our grudges.

Start with tonight’s letter paper.

Until the last breath of your life.

I believe you have seen the person who gave you this letter. He is the parliamentarian of the feast leader, the noble son of the Hollier family, the good adopted son of the'ghost girl' Anna Hollier, young Promising, promising future-just that the brain is broken and it is too disgusting.

Or, it's not bad, it's just hidden, but it's just like his old lady, vicious, **** and terrifying?

Oh, forgot to mention that he was a **** before he became a kinsman, and he was a handsome boy (but his brain was broken).

You must protect yourself!

I wish you a dream every night, and there is me in the dream, because we will have a blind date there, and the blood will be blended-until one of them bleeds out and dies in pain!

The stars are still there, but can you really heal your blood?

———— I love you crazy and crazy, I want to hear your screams, and then tear you up inch by inch, and then eat you bite by bite, so that all the blood in your body will turn into me Nourishment in this life,

————Your dearest, Serena L.A. Van Corleone,

————In each of your nightmares

(A dark red, faint **** lip print)

Also: I hope you do the same.