Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 67: The magical Thran

At that moment, it was as if someone had stopped the pace of time and prevented it from moving forward in the dark, remote, and dilapidated corner of the shield area.

The three people face each other silently, and the stagnant atmosphere fuels their own unspeakable mood.

until

"What the hell?"

Tyles spoke loudly, asking the other two people in disbelief: "Hikeser, and you, what are you talking about?"

"Do you know my mother?"

The prince in the moonlight was surprised, staring straight at the veteran trembling in the wheelchair, and the old man with a cane bowing his head sadly.

"When? How did you meet? Where?"

But they did not answer.

"How about it, Drew," Hikeser sighed slowly:

"Is this reason enough?"

Grivor finally calmed down his trembling breathing easily.

As if a long, long time passed, the wheelchair immersed in the darkness moved slightly, crushing a few scattered stones.

The person in the wheelchair exhaled with difficulty and raised his head vigorously in the dim moonlight.

"You can't."

The veteran has a stiff voice, his eyes wandering between Thales and Hexer.

"You can't, you can't do this..."

Speaking of this, Griveaux's uncertain face paused.

But Hexer still looked at him peacefully.

"For more than twenty years, I am Greve, I am in Longxiao City, I have my territory, my brothers, everything about me, they all count on me, you can't..."

He twisted his face, clutching his wheelchair, like he was going to the battlefield in the next moment: "You can't pop up like this, and then, then, then move out a bunch of shit's'moving past' , Just ask me to do this and that... Those are all past, old crow!"

Grivor waved his hand suddenly, as if speaking more and more fluently: "What about her son, I don't care..."

The answer to him was Hexer's flat and determined old voice.

"Because those are the past, Drew."

"That's why it will always exist."

Grivor's words stagnated, as if choked on something.

"It can't be changed," Hikeser said with silence: "It can't be avoided."

Grivor in the wheelchair shivered slightly.

The veteran slowly loosened the wheelchair, clasped his hands together, and gritted his teeth: "Shut up."

Thyls looked at Hexer and then at Grive, puzzled.

Twenty years ago?

In the past?

They all know Seranjylana.

That...mysterious mother.

He raised his ears, just wanting to hear more.

"No one wants to recall the nightmare of the year, whether it was before or after."

Hikesel, who only listened to the vicissitudes of life, sighed: "But at least think about it, who brought us struggling people at the end and brought you such a dead-hearted walking dead out of Caligri... …"

"...Bring out the bottomless dark cage, and out the **** battle arena covered by shadows?"

"Caligri..."

The name seemed to remind Griveaux of something. He closed his eyes and his chest began to rise and fall.

Thyls was puzzled.

Caligri?

Where is that?

"Yes, dear Drew," Hexer looked from a distance at Griveau, who was immersed in memories, with an uncertain expression: "This is our debt."

Grivor opened his eyes and took a hard breath: "Shut up."

Thyls couldn't help it anymore.

"Sorry to interrupt, but..."

He took a step forward, with a slightly anxious tone: "What is my mother..."

Grivor raised his head suddenly!

"I said shut up!"

I saw the veteran clenching his teeth, his eyes wide open, and his face looked at the young prince distortedly, as if he was suffering from something.

His beard and hair are all upright, and his emotions are suppressed forcibly, pushing Thales back into his mouth.

"There are always things you can't deny, let alone forget."

Hickser coughed in pain, but he waved his hand and rejected Thales' offer to come up and help him.

"Isn't it?" The old crow paused for a while, and then slowly spoke, calling out a very strange title from Thales:

"Bloodstab Lizard."

Boom!

Grivor hit his wheelchair with a punch.

"Shut up, shut up!"

The veteran leaned forward and stared at Hexer fiercely: "Fuck you, old fellow, you're never allowed to call me that!"

"You know I **** hate this the most!"

His voice was full of hostility and pain, and his palms clapped fiercely on the wheelchair: "You know!"

Thyls stared at Grivo like this in surprise.

The prince became more and more suspicious of Selan's relationship with them, and at the same time he was full of worries about his future.

But Hexer just continued to hold on to his crutches and stood indifferently: "Then send this kid away, Drew."

"This is all the requirements of you in the past."

"Then you can continue to go back, be your local snake with peace of mind, and be your gang boss with great power."

Grivor fell back on his back and took a few hard breaths.

It seemed that the conversation just took up most of his energy.

A gust of wind blew, and the huge temperature difference between day and night in Longxiao City made Thales shiver and couldn't help but sneezed.

"No."

Grivor's painful but determined voice came in his ear.

"Don't think about it."

"I won't accept this business."

Thyls was surprised.

What?

"That's it?"

"No answer?" Hexer's monocle showed a cold light, and he calmly said: "This is your answer? Greve?"

Grivor's chest shook visibly.

"That's it!"

The veteran in the wheelchair raised his head again, gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"You..."

"Go away."

He squeezed a few words from his teeth: "Get out of my territory!"

"Immediately, now!"

His rough voice sounded in this remote corner, back and forth between the broken walls.

But Hickser didn't say anything, just looked at Greve in silence.

Grivor with a distorted expression and Hexer with a cold face looked at each other in the moonlight, facing each other.

This atmosphere made Thales quite uneasy, overshadowing his curiosity about that mysterious mother for a while, and made him even more confused about his escape route.

After a long time, Hexer sighed slowly: "That's it..."

The veteran in the wheelchair stared at the old man in front of him, his eyes full of meaning that Thales could not read.

"Boss?"

In the distance, Kevin, who heard the roar, drove the truck closer and asked anxiously: "What's the matter?"

Grivor took a few breaths, adjusted his breathing, and restrained his uncontrollable emotions.

"Kevin," the veteran said stiffly to the young man on the carriage: "Where did they come from..."

"Just send them back wherever you go."

Kevin was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

Grivor closed his eyes, Xuan opened them again.

"Fuck," the boss of the shield area gritted his teeth stiffly and slammed the wheelchair severely: "Let them get out of here!"

The voice is rude, and the words are cold.

Thyls sighed in his heart.

Kevin was taken aback by the boss like this, he shook slightly, and then immediately nodded: "Okay, okay..."

Grivor snorted coldly.

He unceremoniously took a look at Hexer, who was still silent, as if this was his unshakable enemy.

The next moment, the veteran moved suddenly and turned his wheelchair toward the opposite direction of Hexer.

On the way, he rudely pushed aside a corpse that was obstructing the road, and then cast a glance in the direction of Thales with a complex expression, but at the moment before he met the latter, he quickly retracted his gaze.

"Fuck you, old crow."

Immediately afterwards, in the sound of the friction between the wheels and the ground, the figure in Grivo's wheelchair disappeared into the night.

Leave without delay.

Running over countless gravel all the way.

The sound of the wheelchair gradually weakened, and Thales silently looked at the direction he was leaving, with doubts and disappointments in his heart.

"Uh, old sir, and this..." After confirming that Greve had gone away, Kevin rubbed his hands with a headache, looked at Old Crow and Thales embarrassedly, remembering that the boss had just treated them. Attitude, pointing to the carriage, thinking about what tone of voice he should use:

"Maybe we should..."

Hickser knocked on his cane and showed a friendly smile:

"It'll be fine in a while, young man, please wait for me... we have to be separate."

Under Hexer's polite and friendly smile, Kevin drove the carriage far away suspiciously.

Thyls stared at his teacher with a slightly sullen look.

"You saw it, Thales," Hexer turned his head and looked at Thales apologetically: "I'm sorry."

"I'm afraid I can't help you."

"And you can't just follow me back to the axe area is too dangerous."

Thyls looked at him silently.

He shook his head, and threw the slight regret in his heart out of his mind.

In fact, Thales found that his emotional ups and downs were not as great as he thought.

Worries about their own safety were largely diluted by the information revealed in the conversation between the two just now.

Selan.

It's this name again.

Thinking of this, Thales couldn't help but sigh.

"Hickser."

"Mr. Hexer," the prince took a breath and fixedly looked at the old crow: "You are willing to travel long distances and be bumpy, come to Exeter to be my teacher..."

"Is it really just because of Putila and Gilbert's recommendation?"

The old crow paused slightly.

"Who knows," Hickser responded quickly, and he smiled softly: "Maybe it's for a good salary?"

"Hickser!"

After all, the prince could not help the doubt in his heart: "About my mother."

"Do you have nothing to say?"

Of course, the biggest doubt in his mind goes far beyond this.

Hickser's figure stopped in place.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

After a while, the old man slowly opened his wrinkled mouth.

"About her," Hexer said slowly: "Should you not be more familiar than me?"

Thyls's breath stopped.

"I...I have never seen her," he said in a slightly embarrassing manner, recalling the few memories in his mind about Selan: "Only a description heard from the crowd."

Yeah, Thales said silently.

The anomaly that is born with me.

In Mindith Hall, the King and Gilbert assured him of the oddly pronounced name.

There is also Li Xia, the chief priest who is stern.

Queen Keya who was insane in the Scarlet Years.

Descent from the sky, the majestic queen of the sky.

Every bit of information about his own mother made him even more confused: Who is Serangiylana? What kind of existence is it?

"That's it."

Hikeser looked at him and sighed slowly: "It's a pity."

Thyls cast a questioning look at him: "So".

Hickser looked at him for a long time before he smiled slightly.

"When I was not this old or young, I was quite unlucky for a while..."

Hikeser recalled the past and sighed: "The process is too complicated. Anyway, I was ransacked and sold to the desert as a slave."

Thyls was startled: "The Great Desert?"

Hickser smiled and nodded.

"Yes, that's where you are about to go."

"The Great Desert," the old crow sighed faintly, looking over Thales, seeming to look away: "What a big place."

"There, there are only three things left in the whole world: you, sand..."

The old crow squinted his eyes: "And the sand."

Thyls can't help but frown.

"No matter how far you go, how long you go, or how fast you go, you will never reach the end."

"All the rules, morality, order, fairness, strength and weakness, and even time of the human world have lost their meaning there."

"As for slaves," Hexer patted the back of his hands and said with emotion: "Haha, it is hard to imagine that this kind of system that has disappeared since the ancient empire still exists in the desert."

"You can exaggerate and imagine my miserable situation at the time," recalling the past, Hexer's eyes were indifferent, but his tone was intriguing:

"A group of people who have lost all hope, lost all dignity, lost most of their selves: prisoners of war, criminals, drunks, disabled, prostitutes, beggars, lunatics, exiles... just like that, like wild animals and livestock, Confined in a squalid, cruel, desperate, and painful animal cage, with all kinds of slave codes, to endure all the **** people can imagine..."

"Waiting for death."

Tyles listened attentively, resisting the intention to ask questions, looking for information that matched the number in his heart.

Hickser gave a light cough, and a strange light appeared in his eyes: "And there is the place where I first met your mother."

"Serajylana."

Hixer's voice was very soft, as if he was coaxing a cute child.

Thyls stared at him quietly.

The old crow said with emotion: "I still remember Selan's long waist-length hair, her delicate and translucent skin, her beautifully curved lips, and her light gray eyes like you." /

Long red hair.

Tyles frowned: This is the only description of Thran's appearance he has obtained in the past few years.

"But she is not the most impressive thing."

Hikeser smiled helplessly: "Selan, I still can't forget: the way she turned to look at people is full of mystery and mystery, but the way she grinned and smiled makes people feel playful and hateful."

"The girl is sometimes enthusiastic and eccentric, and sometimes calm as water, wise."

Tyles paused and said, "What?"

"Yes, I know this is contradictory," Hexer seemed to know the doubt in Thales's heart, and he waved his hand and laughed:

"But I have this feeling: in her pair of rare gray eyes, there are madness and rationality at the same time, but they are perfectly blended, like the same kind similar to us, and like the one above us. That’s the existence of Suran, the charming, mysterious and unpredictable Suran."

I saw Hexer helplessly and shook his head: "I am quite confident in phrasing and making sentences, but I also have to admit that facing that girl, my rhetoric is pitiful~ IndoMTL.com~ can’t Describe her in case."

Thyls froze.

Crazy and rational?

As similar to ours...

It's like being above us...

What are you doing?

What is Selan...

The more the old crow continued to speak, the more ethereal his eyes became, as if they were illuminating a corner that ordinary people couldn't see.

"'Miracle Suran' is the nickname given to her by the cagers. She is the only slave who can still have her own real name."

Thyls' heart moved.

"Slave?"

Thyles' eyes were surprised: "You mean, my mother is a slave in the desert?"

How is it possible?

There is a doubt in his mind: if according to the sky queen...

"It used to be," Seemingly reluctant to continue thinking about Thales, Hexer raised his voice: "Until she proves that she is not."

Slaves.

The magical Thran.

Thyls thought about it, and subconsciously answered: "How do you say?"

Speaking of this, the old crow let out a sigh of relief and paused slightly.

He closed his eyes lightly, and a warm smile appeared on his face: "Your mother... she is very smart and able to persuade people. It took the girl two or three years to put all the hopeless lives like walking corpses. Slave, from the abyss, from hell, from the quagmire, from despair..."

"Gather us together..."

Tyles listened attentively, feeling the countless pasts contained in simple words from the slowly rising and falling emotions of the old crow.

A few seconds later, Hexer, who was immersed in the memory, opened his eyes, sighed long, and finished his words in a few words:

"In the end, we figured out a way to survive."

"Escaped."

Thailand's busiest female anchor brand new exciting_love video exposure fell down the male lead so hungry_thirsty!! Watch online:!!