Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 160: Everyone has a hard time

Thales and Jen En fell silent, and there were only two different breathing sounds in the compartment of the confession room.

"She's gone."

Jane's voice came from the darkness.

"I know." Thales replied sullenly.

After several seconds, Jen En's voice sounded again:

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

Thales took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and nodded:

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

"If I really want to kill that wine merchant, then I will let him go first, and then I will give him a discounted cross-sea ticket," Zhan En said coldly, "Even Judge Brennan can't talk about it."

Thales was silent for a while, sighed, with complicated emotions:

"Before entering the city on the first day, I told Moss: If he doesn't want to, he doesn't have to do it. I'll find an excuse to drive him away, and there won't be so many things going on later. At least he didn't die in prison for no reason. in."

Jain snorted in disdain.

"Can you stop being so kind and sentimental? Instead of being sad for a scum who doesn't deserve sympathy, why not think about what is behind his death"

But Thales interrupted him coldly:

"A 'unsympathetic scum' is not enough to defend us."

"No matter who Moss was or what he did before he was alive, he was involved in our struggle in the past few days, and finally died because of us. This is something we cannot ignore and escape."

Thales turned to Jann in the dark:

"It's not about who he is, it's about who we are."

But Jen also sneered.

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

Thales took a deep breath.

"I don't blame you."

"What?"

Thales shook his head and chuckled indifferently:

"There are three kinds of people in this world: scum, ordinary people and saints. And scumbags always laugh at ordinary people: 'Since you can't understand scumbags, why don't you become a saint?'"

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

But he quickly recovered and countered:

"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 still choose?"

Thales frowned.

"I know."

"Most people can't be saints," Zhan En breathed out, seemingly sighing, "especially when they find out that they can't even be ordinary people."

Thales was silent for a few seconds and hummed softly:

"Whatever you say."

The confession room fell silent again.

"How is my sister?"

Thales was taken aback:

"Who, you mean Hille."

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Thales suddenly felt a headache.

"It's Ms. Kevin Dill, don't call her by her first name." Jann warned him coldly.

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

Zhan En turned his head abruptly, his eyes reflecting a cold gleam in the darkness.

Thals said a stalk.

"I mean, well, she's actually not good, not at all..."

Zhan En's eyes slowly narrowed in the darkness, but the cold light was stronger than before.

Thales was stuck again and surrendered helplessly:

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

Jane was silent for a while.

"When did you know her?"

"Last night."

"You think I'll 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 just wanted to say hello."

"You asked me if there were ghosts in Kongming Palace?"

Damn it, how can this guy remember so accurately.

Thales muttered softly: "Probably."

"Madam Smallpox Corpse?"

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

"That's the lifting mechanism. I helped her install it before. What did you talk about?"

Facing Zhan En's aggressive questioning, Thales had to sigh a long time.

"No, I didn't say anything... Then there was the Battle Banquet last night, I swear, that's it, I have no other communication with her. And I didn't mean to hide it from you, but, you know , for the overall situation, for stability.”

Speaking of which, Thales shrugged ironically:

"After all, who can guarantee that after seeing your sister, you know if I will lose my childish temper or do something impulsive that might ruin your 'nothing went wrong for generations' party and celebration?”

Jane was silent for a while.

"Repeating what others say in retaliation will only make you appear narrow-minded and small-minded."

"Small stomach and chicken intestines?"

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

"Then what did she tell you at the Battle for the Front?"

"It's 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?"

Thales had a headache again.

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

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

She said, say hello to me on behalf of the Kingdom Secret Division?

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

Feeling that Zhan En's gaze became sharper, Thales had no choice but to speak:

"Well, she told a lot of ghost stories, what about Faceless Coke, Mrs. Smallpox Corpse, Princess Ghost Hand, Soul Bone Yake..."

"Jacques."

"What?

"It's 'Soulbone Jacques'," Zhan En said quietly, "That's the nursery rhyme and legend of the demon ogre, which is spread around the East China Sea Territory."

Thales sighed helplessly:

"Okay, Jacques. What else did she say about the tricks of magic performances, close-ups, long-range shots, attention shifting, misleading, I don't really understand"

"Wait!" Zhan En's tone changed, and he suddenly raised his volume.

"What?"

"Error booting."

Jane narrowed his eyes and seemed to think of something:

"It made me think, why did Moss die? Why did he die?"

Why did Moss die?

With a thought in Thales' mind, he also turned his head:

"Or, what can his death lead to?"

Jen thought for a few seconds:

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

Thales followed his train of thought and took over:

"What has his death caused?"

The two fell silent, both thinking.

"No, as of this morning, everything in Emerald City is normal." Zhan En shook his head.

"And my subordinates also went to the prison to investigate." Thales' expression changed, thinking of something.

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

"Everything is normal in Emerald City," Zhan En said faster, "because out of worry and caution, I took measures at the Banquet to block the news of Moss' death and make it an ordinary suicide or vendetta. .”

Thales nodded:

"So, when my subordinates found out the doubts of the case, I will question you so angrily..."

"You mean to insult me?"

"It's not important..."

"So, misleading," Zhan En narrowed his eyes, "the focus of Moss' death is not the case itself, or even Moss."

"And with us?" Thales followed his words.

The two looked at each other.

"Those who killed Moss, they know us." Zhan En said.

"I understand too well." Thales nodded.

Jen frowned: "They accounted for my caution and your recklessness."

Thales raised his eyebrows: "You mean, your suspicion and suspicion, my persistence and enthusiasm?"

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

"Let's skip this topic..."

"I agree to..."

Thales took a deep breath and guessed:

"That is to say, Moss is dead, and the more intense our conflict is now..."

"The more they hit their hands, like the plate you threw in front of the altar just now." Zhan En affirmed.

"Misleading," Thales understood somewhat, "Moss is just an introduction: they need you and me to conflict, to confront each other in the pursuit of one side and the concealment of the other."

"And it's better to have a **** head, and you will die, so that they can find a loophole and wait for the opportunity to launch."

"In response, we will..."

"See through this point and reach a consensus," Zhan En said in a deep voice, "If you don't pretend to be ignorant, keep the status quo."

"Are you sure?"

"Do you have a suggestion?"

In the small confession room, the two were thinking about each other, only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

"In that case, then I should continue to confront you. For example, I will continue to investigate and investigate Moss' death," Thales rolled his eyes, "This is normal, right?"

Jane did not answer immediately.

"Yes," the Duke said softly after a few seconds, "and I will do everything possible to obstruct you, conceal you, and frustrate you."

"Well, don't obstruct too much?"

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

Thales was silent for a while: "You know, repeating what others say in revenge will only make you appear narrow-minded and small-minded?"

"Don't you think that sounds familiar?"

The two faced each other silently in the confession room.

"There is one more thing," Zhan En said suddenly, "If they provoke us to conflict and are really waiting for me to show my flaws, then..."

Thales' heart sank:

"What is that flaw?"

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

"Listen up, Thales."

"Huh?"

"From now on, no matter what we do, what we encounter, no matter how we fight back and forth with the king and the secret department," Zhan En's voice was as calm as usual, "Regardless of good or bad, promise me, this will be yours." Everything has nothing to do with Shiley."

Thales was silent.

Don't get Hillary involved...

He didn't react until the other party kept urging him:

"Uh, yes?"

Just listen to Zhan En continue:

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

Thales rubbed his eyebrows: "I have the same feeling."

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

Thales thought deeply: "It's really weird."

But he quickly sensed the other party's burning gaze, and hesitantly added:

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

Jane glanced at him:

"Therefore, she also has no deep experience in the world, is ignorant and simple, and does not understand any political interests at all, and her heart is sinister."

Not deeply involved in the world, ignorant and simple...

Thales narrowed his eyes: "Are you sure?"

Zhan En's eyes were cut out like knives again.

Thales quickly changed his words:

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

Zhan En was silent for a while in the dark, and then sighed:

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

Thales frowned tightly.

"So, no matter what we, no matter what we scum..." the Duke's voice was a bit uncomfortable, as if he was trying to restrain himself, "don't involve her."

Don't get her involved...

Thales was silent, and after a while, he sighed softly.

"But what if she's still involved?"

Jane's eyes moved.

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

"It's 'Ms. Kevin Dill'," Jann said coldly, "Aren't you being polite?"

"Yes, Ms. Kevin Dill."

Thales has no intention of breaking up the title issue with him:

"But what I mean is, Hee, well, your sister is already here, and of course we don't want to and won't involve her. But if my father, or the Kingdom of Secrets, if they count her in, count in What about the power struggle in Emerald City?"

The Duke of South Bank did not speak.

He thought for a while, and said:

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

"Understood," Thales nodded in agreement with a feeling in his heart, "I will try to minimize contact with her, and not let them have an excuse..."

"Stay with her."

"Okay what?" Thales turned his head suddenly, his eyes widened.

But unexpectedly, Zhan En is very calm at the moment.

"If everything is as we want," he said with a thoughtful look, "the death of Moss is just an introduction, the purpose is to pit us against each other, so that they can wait for the opportunity...then I'm sure, Hope Lai is such an 'opportunity', at least one of the opportunities."

Thales gritted his teeth.

"It's no coincidence that she suddenly returned to Kongming Palace. It's very likely that it's a secret department," Zhan En changed his words. Dill's breakthrough."

He turned to Thales, the gloom reflected in his eyes was particularly conspicuous in the dark:

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

For a full dozen 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 I won't get along with you," Zhan En said with a disdainful smile, "You'll be fine."

"Oh, wait a minute, what kind of expression is this, what do you mean 'it will be fine'?"

"In short, keep an eye on her, and I'll take care of the rest."

Thales rolled his eyes:

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

"You can't marry her," Zhan En said firmly, "and she doesn't like you either."

So straightforward.

Thales lowered his head:

"You know, I thought you were always wary of my contact with Xi, um, your sister?"

"Yes, but..."

Jen nodded and admitted:

"However, since you can stand up for the Western Wilderness Assassin at the royal banquet regardless of your safety, you don't hesitate to tear your face off with me..."

Jane sighed.

"That's right, I can't understand how you want to be a saint," he said quietly, "but at least, you are not a scum."

Thales was silent.

"What if I fail?"

Thales raised his head and said, with complicated emotions:

"What if they still... or involve her?"

Zhan En's figure paused in the darkness.

"Then I swear, in the name of Kevin Dill, whoever does this, I will make him worse"

"OK! STOP!"

Thales hurriedly raised his hand to interrupt:

"It's ok, don't throw away the rest of the cruel words, thank you."

Feeling the strange eyes of the other party, Thales shrugged:

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

Jane smiled.

"That only shows that you are not old enough, Thales," said the Duke of South Bank, with deep meaning, "you haven't encountered enough despair, so much that you long for the curse to be true."

Thales also snorted softly:

"Not necessarily, Zhan En, not necessarily."

Jen En said no more, he opened the door of the cubicle, leaned into the light, and prepared to leave,

"Also, Thales," Zhan En paused, "Although Cyclops may have mentioned it at the royal banquet, but..."

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

"The new star's proposal is still valid."

New star's proposal...

Thales frowned.

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

Zhan En straightened his clothes, his eyes were sharp:

"Waiting for you to propose a suitable price."

After saying that, he strode out of the confession room.

Leaving Thales alone, sitting alone in the dark, not knowing what to think.

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

"You will go to inspect the people and listen to the sermon later," the old butler said respectfully, "Do you need a rest?"

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

"I know, I just found out today," Zhan En smiled happily, "So that kid is pretty good."

"Oh?"

The next second, Zhan En put away his smile:

"A good liar."

Ashford nodded.

"I just confirmed that he may not know, but he pretends to be innocent, it's ridiculous." Zhan En said coldly.

Ashford remained calm and put on the cloak: "Then are you sure?"

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

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

"It's a gang."

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

"Thor, do you know what the hardest thing in the world is?"

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

"Yeah, but I just discovered a harder thing."

"Confess with your enemy, and come out smelling like cigarettes?"

Thales' smile faltered.

Mallos immediately coughed:

"Sorry, please continue."

Thales snorted softly, patted his clothes unconsciously, and sniffed the smell:

"The harder thing is to pretend to believe a lie. It's much harder than telling a lie."

"It turns out that it is so difficult, and only you can do it in the whole world."

Thales shook his head, unintentionally countering his sarcasm:

"About collecting information about Moss, who did you send?"

"Kong Muto, he has contacts."

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

Mallos' eyes moved:

"Can I ask why?"

Thales was silent for a while, then turned to look at the Statue of the Sunset, and below that, the Duke of South Bank who was about to leave for inspection:

"Because I just found out..."

The prince narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on Zhan En, showing a bit of coldness: "Dagoli Moss, that wine merchant..."

"He killed it."

Mallos frowned upon hearing this, and fell into deep thought.

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

"Follow me!"

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

"Hey, no, you wait, no, you can't"

Thales looked terrified when he saw who was coming.

Hile Cavendir faltered, remembered something, and turned around quickly, making a circle around Thales.

"Oh, by the way, you're his nanny," Hilley leaned closer to the frowning Mallos, narrowing his eyes, "go on an appointment, don't you mind?"

Babysitter...

Mallos twitched his eyebrows, but still smiled politely:

"Of course not, just"

But before Mallos finished speaking, Hille turned around and disappeared around the corner with the terrified Thales.

"The most difficult thing in the world, Your Highness..."

Mallos looked at the place where they disappeared, sighed, talked to himself, and followed:

"You really don't know."

My dearest little Thales:

As the verbal fiancé, have you eaten well, grown up quickly, and turned into a good young man with a mighty figure and everyone loves him?

Aren't you the same as before, mellow, delicious and lovable?

Have the tooth marks near the blood vessels on your neck and wrist disappeared? Does it hurt when it rains?

Should you have been in the Northland for six or seven years, getting **** to death by the Yankees?

Hahaha, that's great, without wasting blood and sweat, steel sharpening, how can you become the mainstay and overwhelm the river?

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

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

Without me, you would have fallen into the hands of the Black Prophet and even Kevin Dill, or in the mouth of that bloody, disgusting big monster.

You're welcome!

You're welcome! !

You're welcome! ! !

What's more, it is you who have been tempered and tempered by me so hard. With your fingers, you killed King Nuen and half of Dragon Clouds, and you seduced the Grand Duchess and half of Dragon Clouds by flirting with you. Exter (what a playboy)?

In the end, you started a war that swept across the Golden Corridor. At the cost of endless corpses, you tried your best to kill the stars all the way back to the stars. How boring, I am not even interested in looking for you.

But I also heard that after you got home, you haven't been doing well recently? Your father is jealous of you, and the courtiers exclude you?

To be honest, I'm not surprised, I know your temperament, sometimes it's as soft as my lips, sometimes it's as hard as my sharp claws, unpredictable prey can only be hunted challenge.

It's okay, I understand your current situation very well, and I'm happy to give you some advice, after all, who doesn't have a father who is at odds with you and wants to kill him in his dreams, and a group of sanctimonious people who want to beat you all day long What about the subordinates who stepped down?

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

I am very distressed, what tone should I use? Want to make peace with you? To humbly beg for forgiveness? Is Chen Qing interested in cooperation? Over time moved to reconcile? Or full of love to tell grievances and longing?

No, I figured it out later, no.

Anyway, you treacherous ghost-like, heartless vampire-like **** will not believe it.

So, who cares, I won't hide it, just tell the truth:

My mother, I miss you, Thales!

I really miss it!

I want to die, I want to go crazy, I want to go crazy!

I want to think that every day and night, every moment, every minute, every second, every moment of frustration and pain, there is a backlog of anger and hatred, and I wish I could kill you Every hair, every piece of skin, every drop of blood, every muscle, every inch of bone on the body of the shameless little **** was ripped off alive and bloody, peeled off, bitten off, ripped off, ripped off, watching you in endless torture and pain, remorse and fear Trembling, screaming, roaring, crying, you can't live, you can't die!

Did you feel it? Feel how much I miss you, in my bones, in my blood vessels, in my soul!

You can't imagine, little bastard, what I've been through all these years.

Damn it, it's more, much more, much, much, much, much, much more than what my mother has experienced in the past few hundred years!

You **** who killed thousands of knives, caused my old lady to flee for thousands of miles, and searched for blood and food to avoid the sun and shadows along the way. The hardships, blood, pain, and shame of this journey are all **** debts to me! I want you to repay everything that belongs to you and everything that doesn't belong to you!

Fuck!

Okay, I apologize, I got agitated and lost my composure.

But the meaning is correct:

You are mine.

You can't escape.

Well, I have been to Emerald City, that’s right, it was the year I met you by fate, I was on the shore of Gonghai City, unfortunately, at that time, the Iris family was so obedient, Gogoufinger was fooled , now, it's much harder to tame.

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

In this way, you can be prepared, welcome me back to you.

That's going too far, that's it, I heard that my crying little sister also sent messengers to the Emerald City, maybe she will bring you a letter, just like me?

If you don’t have one, forget it, if you have one, hey, let me guess, if the crybaby calls you “my friend, respected Prince Thales” in a polite manner, ah, don’t doubt it, run away, She is going to kill someone in the next moment, you are not the first one, you must be the last one!

And if the crybaby calls you "my dear brother", it's like a monarch calls another, and then comes a bunch of flattery first, haha, no doubt, her rule must have encountered difficulties You and I both contributed to this, and the two extreme vampires are an irreparable loss.

I strongly recommend that you take this opportunity to open the mouth of the lion, no matter how much meat she has, you will bite down three times the amount! If it’s only twice, don’t say you’re my fiancé. If it’s less than twice, I think you’re hopeless in this life. If it’s less than twice, I’ll go back and bite you to death myself, so as not to insult my past education.

Then, if the crybaby cuts to the chase and tells you directly, "I want your head" or "I want the head below you", oh, no, she has a lot of chips and doesn't bother to talk nonsense, But fortunately, at least she showed her face and didn't hide it.

But if she is kind and considerate, speaks softly, puts herself in the shoes of others, and can explain your interests and advice for you with good intentions, oh, congratulations, little Thales, she is really at a dead end, desperate!

Hahahaha, presumably in the Kingdom of the Night, the six major families under Corleone are all suspecting the disappearance of King Nightwing (guess, why do they doubt?), and they are secretly opposing her to plot against her. To overthrow her rule, and even tear her heart vessels, and she is alone, desperately looking for help and allies all over the world!

Then the crybaby must have started to ask you in a low voice, the most handsome and handsome Prince of Stars, may I ask if you are free recently? If you are free, can you take your thick, big and hard... money bag, and walk over to the humble house of the little girl? Oh, it's a spring night, any posture can be far away, in short, she wants money, food, people, face, everything.

In order to maintain her throne, apart from the fact that her dead father's grave is not willing to be dug, she can even sell her own mother's, um, even herself because of the crying ghost's stubborn character. !

And I guess, no matter what she says, the crybaby must be telling you two things:

One, I'm a bitch.

I am indeed, and I am destined to be the one you are most afraid of in this life, but also the one you will never forget, hahahaha!

Second, she is with you.

Hahahahaha, it's so ridiculous, what is she in now, a dilapidated queen, crowned with a monkey, her rule is crumbling, and she deserves to be with you?

However, if she hadn't humbled herself, if she had put on a high face, the little girl would stop selling herself, hey, that would be bad, quite bad.

This means that she must be brewing something, planning something, the most likely is that she has found a way out and is confident of stabilizing the domestic rule, **** it, I have to postpone my return time again.

Ah, I forgot to mention, you need to see who is the envoy who came to Emerald City to deliver the letter and is in charge of negotiating reconciliation with Iris Flower, especially pay attention to whether there is an old man from the Far East named Li.

If there is him, it means that my premonition has come true. The crybaby really has a new card. Damn it, she has found a way, so Li can leave the country. As the person closest to her father, she represents Blood Liao Fang and the kingdom of night.

If Li didn't come, it means she didn't find it! Li had to stay in the country to withstand those restless vassals! Hahaha, with the Castigans and Sullivans' machinations (maybe with a little help from my intel from thousands of miles away), she's dead!

Stop joking, little Thales, you know very well in your heart that compared with her, you and I are the same kind!

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

We are the survivors!

I am, you are too, yes, we may be confused, we may waver, we may hesitate, but no matter how few chips, no matter how bad the situation is, no matter how strong the opponent is, no matter how bad the luck is, no matter how terrible and bad the face is Desperate situation, in the end, we are ourselves!

We will not give up, do not believe in failure, and do not take half a step back. We will still grit our teeth, shed tears, swallow blood, drag our disfigured body and broken arms, lick our nails, gnaw our teeth, and roar our throats. Even if it is the deepest part of hell, crawl back inch by inch, and pay back the price to this world!

Because we only have ourselves!

I am!

You too!

As for the crybaby, what can she do?

Seven years ago, when we were standing in the snow, using our whole life's wisdom and strategies, betting everything, tense confrontation, game confrontation, in order to decide the outcome, and decide life and death by the way, that useless little girl The baby is still lying in the snow with all four limbs, pouting and drooling, 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, to be cold-blooded, and to become an inhuman existence.

Believe me, especially the last point, it's useful, especially when I'm facing my father.

So, I am looking forward to meeting you again, trading with you, and making alliances with you?

Don't hate to hear it, to put it bluntly, if you can't face me, if you are afraid of facing me, then you are sitting on the highest throne of the stars, and you are nothing more than a pile of dead flesh and a walking corpse. They were pulled down from the belt and bones, beaten into blood foam, roasted into ashes, ground into dust, and sold at a low price as garbage that no one wanted.

But are you willing?

Will you?

Are you willing?

Are you angry?

Do you hate?

Do you want it!

In this case, then grit your teeth, clenched your fists, and walk on with blood and tears!

The stars are lonely, and the night is bleak. They didn't intersect originally, but met by chance.

But they each face hardships and madness. They all grit their teeth, shed blood and tears, biting the last inch of faith, and firmly believe that as long as they last to the end, they can win the future.

I hope that by then, I can still see you, little Thales.

For this, you have to work hard, don't be killed halfway.

Oh, you must miss me, don't you?

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

Because I miss you too, you shameless little **** who deserves to be put on the rack and dragged a thousand times.

Don't worry, don't worry.

We'll meet sooner or later.

We will have the opportunity to settle our debts, to settle our grievances, and perhaps to repay all our grievances.

Start with tonight's stationery.

Until your last breath.

I believe you have already met the person who sent you this letter. He is a member of the Feast Leader, the noble son and young master of the Houllier family, the good adopted son of the 'ghost girl' Anna Houllier, young Youwei has a bright future, but his brain is broken, and he hates it so much.

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

Oh ~IndoMTL.com~ Forgot to mention, he was **** before he became a blood race, and he only likes handsome young men (isn't his brain broken).

You have to protect yourself!

May you have dreams every night, and I will be in your dreams, because we will meet each other skin-to-toe, and blend blood until one of them bleeds and dies in pain!

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

I love you so much that I go crazy, I want to hear you scream, tear you up inch by inch, and eat you bit by bit, so that all the blood in your body will become the nourishment of my life,

Your dearest, Serena L.A. Van Corleone,

In every nightmare of yours

(A dark red lip print with a slight **** smell)

And: I hope you do too.

(End of this chapter)