Kingdom’s Bloodline: Fanwai 6 Morning of Mindith (Part 1)

Kay walked in the garden in front of Mindis Hall, crossing the gravel road intertwined with morning light and green plants, feeling comfortable.

Of course, according to the schedule, the old stubborn headed out of the city today with all his horses and horses, and it is said that he will patrol the south for at least one or two months.

Kay thought so, and even the sky was much clearer.

As for the stubborn ban on himself, who the **** cares about that?

Well, maybe someone cares:

When Kay approached the hall door, Nolan Nur, who was standing guard under the pillar, glared at him with a silly look of "how are you here?"

And that's why he brought Vale here:

Before Nolan Nur opened his mouth to ask, Val cleared his throat, walked forward under Kai's eyes, and began to embarrass his brother with the loud voice that is unique to the Northlander.

As a member of the Royal Guard, Nolannuor Allende may be able to deal with the assassin without hesitation, but he is definitely not good at dealing with the troublesome brother of his fellow mother.

Kay knows this more clearly.

Taking advantage of Nolan Nur's time behind him to take care of his own moment, Kaishun walked into the hall smoothly.

Maybe it’s because of the old stubborn going out of the city. Today, the defense in Mindis Hall is not so strict. Few cleaning servants come and go in a hurry. The private soldiers of the star only stand guard at the periphery, and only the elite and rare royal guards guard a few Key location:

Morlian stood by the side door of the left hall, his eyes staring like brass bells, and Rogo was standing in the right hall opposite him, dozing off against the wall.

In front of Kai, Tony stands steady with his hands behind his back, behind him is the stairs and the statue of the Three Kings on the wall.

"Your Majesty has banned you," Tony's voice has no emotion:

"You shouldn't be here."

Kay snorted and continued to walk towards the stairs:

"You shouldn't ask where I am."

But Tony reached out and stopped him.

"Go back." He said coldly, with no room for negotiation.

"This is for your good."

Kay's eyes glanced over Tony's sword leaning on his back.

Trouble.

Kay has always believed that there are two kinds of people in the world: one is the one he can beat, and the other is the one he has to call a helper together such as Val and the strong attendant Kanah.

But there is no doubt that the prestigious Chief Guard Officer of the Royal Guard, Lord Conrad Tony, belongs to the third category.

Molian and Rogo on both sides looked sideways, as if looking forward to the next thing.

Kay sighed and took a step back:

"Well, do you know the most interesting part about what happens next?"

Tony pursed his lips.

Kay smiled brightly, expressing himself happily. :

"I want to go up, you don’t let me, then I insist, so you do it, but I struggle, and the movement is big enough to overturn the ceiling of the hall, and then the messenger will come down with the order, let you stop and take me up ."

Tony frowned and glanced at the steps behind him.

Kay raised his arms and smiled confidently:

"So why don't we skip the middle steps and go straight to the result: let me go up?"

Tony's face is getting worse.

On the other side, Molian blinked and pointed at the top of his head: "Ah, he made sense. I mean, let him go up?"

Rogo in the right hall tilted the corner of his mouth, looking like he wanted to laugh but couldn't help it.

Kay feels that he has indeed won.

Because Tony groaned, but did nothing, stepped aside.

"That's right."

Kay raised his triumphant nostrils arrogantly and crossed Tony, ignoring the other's blue face.

In order to provoke, he even raised his hands, snapped his fingers rhythmically, tapped, hummed, and swayed his shoulders, ignoring the weird gazes of the left and right servants and the royal guards, and stepped on with twists and turns. ladder.

Kay arrogantly walked past the Three Kings of Stars, the King of Hybrids, the King of Wife, and the King of Bad Debts (the last time he called so, the old stubborn personally pressed him in the tomb of the stars and beat him thirty sticks until the pregnant mother heard Xun rushed back from the tea party to rescue him), cast a wink at the two maids who came downstairs, scared them to hide away, turned their heads and ran.

It's still a good day, isn't it?

Kay stared at the back of one of the younger maids, admiring her shaking buttocks, thinking contentedly.

But he didn't take a few steps when he saw a strong man in black, surrounded by two attendants, coming towards him and walking down the steps.

Kay's brisk footsteps stopped for a moment.

No.

The moment he saw the man in black, Kay wailed in pain in his heart.

It's him.

The person he least wants to see.

Most, there is no "one".

Why is he here?

Instead of the dirty barracks where he deserves the most, the harsh north, continue to drink his blood and chop his head?

Kay bared his teeth with a headache, while leaning against the stairs with his head and chest expertly lowered to minimize his presence, while turning around silently like a humble servant, intending to slip away.

And counting on the man in black to ignore him.

But his wish finally fell through.

"Where are you going?"

Kay's steps stiffened.

The familiar and unfamiliar voice came from the top of the head, like an old organ that has been eroded for many years. When played, every string is a murderous weapon: "This is your reaction after one year of separation?"

The black-clothed man who came down the stairs walked and stalked with dignity.

I saw Molian, Rogo, and Tony all standing together, nodding to a man that was something Kay never enjoyed.

Wait.

Kay glanced at Molian below, and suddenly understood something.

They know he is here.

They did it on purpose.

"Dodge, escape, turn a blind eye...It's like avoiding your identity and responsibilities."

This man has blade-like eyes, firm cheeks, a broad chest, and a figure that will never bend.

The most important thing is that his appearance is like a dose of ice and snow, driving away all the warmth in the hall, replacing it with heaviness and tension.

Kay let out a sigh of relief and turned around with a numb scalp.

I saw the man in black standing above him, coldly said:

"My dear brother."

A cold sweat broke out on Kay's forehead, and the long-lost panic and fear hit at the same time.

Damn it.

Kay sighed silently in his heart, he was unwilling (not afraid!) to look directly at each other's eyes, just keeping his gaze on the man's chest.

I am not afraid of him.

You are not afraid of him.

Damn it, Kay, you are not afraid of him!

Kay repeated it three times in my heart.

Kay raised his head and forced himself to squeeze out an ugly smile:

"Hi, Horace!"

"My dear good brother, the weather is not...when did you come back to the capital?"

God knows how hard it took Kai to squeeze such a sentence out of fear and tension.

Horace in black frowned slightly, as if the temperature around him was beginning to drop.

Yes, one of the people Kay doesn't want to see in this world.

His second brother who is tall, strong, brave, murderous, and lacking in love, so mentally abnormal.

Of course, the last description is generally not spoken by Kay in person.

"If I knew earlier, I could still prepare..."

Horace stared at Kai for a long time, until the cold in his eyes almost filled the iceberg in the cellar, he hummed an ominous muffled sound from his throat, interrupting Kai:

"I heard."

"When the Security Department was pursuing the fugitive, it happened to drag you out of a club on Red Square Street."

Kay's smile froze suddenly.

Wait.

This...

Horace still stared at Kai blankly.

Well, as always, this guy didn't mean to greet you.

But...

Kay shook his head hard, twitching his cheeks with twitching, with an unnatural laugh in his words:

"No, no, you are misunderstood. I just had a poetry and art seminar with my friends. The atmosphere in Red Square Street is better. We booked a private room, had a drink together, and discussed the history of the Red King. Manor Poetry School..."

Horace narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly approached Kay. With his sturdy figure, it was like a hill pressing down.

"Friends? Poetry discussion?"

Kay nodded innocently and innocently:

"You know, those that Hyman likes to do..."

Horace still stared at him indifferently.

"But Hyman never had a poetry seminar at two o'clock in the morning," only the second prince said coldly: "not on a super luxurious soft bed on Red Square Street."

In the early morning.

Big bed.

A premonition of something bad hit Shang Kai's heart.

"When the police officer arrived, he got stuck drunk among the three bare-ass women, and then was dragged into the street naked and dragged all the way until the royal surname was wailed."

Horace spoke very slowly, with muffled sounds in every word.

Kay's expression froze.

Damn it.

Should this be a secret?

Where did he know it? Vigilance Department?

He swears that when Horace talked about "bare-ass women", Molian below smiled and glanced at them.

Although the fact that Kay was banned is public, the truth behind it...the old stubbornness has issued a strict order, except for the person involved, shouldn't this matter be covered up?

Kay twisted his neck unnaturally and looked away:

"Well, where did you... hear about it?"

Horace's eyes were full of contempt.

"My wife, and she heard it from Mrs. Herban."

Mrs. Herbrand?

Wait, so it means...

Kay figured out something, and a cloud of disaster flashed through his mind.

Oh, no.

The gossip ladies circle in the royal capital, those **** long-tongued women...Don't expect him to do anything for them!

Um, maybe except Mrs. Elysee...

After all, her moans are so touching...

But Horace’s voice interrupted Kay’s thoughts that had already drifted to the Far East again:

"When you were caught in public with a vulgar bitch, a widow of a hero, and a Viscountess whom her husband didn’t know, lying on a bed, you were also known by the people half of the street. After that..."

His second brother made no secret of the disgust in his tone:

"The dignity of the royal family, the loyalty of the nobles, the stability of the rule...Do you know how much effort your father has to take to clean up your mess? Just because you can't control the lower body?"

Kay raised his eyebrows, feeling disapproving.

Well, I probably know that the welts being pumped in Fuxing Palace are still vivid.

There are also a lot of grace warrants and royal gifts to soothe the vassals, especially the husband who is known by the whole king to wear a green hat, but Kay is sure that the coward who likes to listen to his wife’s screams will be exchanged for it. How happy it is to be promoted.

Is this not enough?

"Every time we thought you would stand by yourself and change your past, you jump out impatiently and tell everyone: You are still the most disgusting harlequin."

Kay found himself trembling slightly.

"Our enemy should really thank you: You have made our surname and family the biggest laughing stock in this country by your own efforts." Horace's eyes were like a military judge in a barracks.

Look, this is what they care about.

Last name.

Family.

It's really old, is there anything else?

Kay sneered in his heart and made up his mind: I'm going to fight him.

This arrogant bastard.

And he knows how to annoy Horace.

Kay looked careless and indifferent, he hummed and said: "The laughing stock?"

"I don't know, anyway, Mrs. Elysée smiled happily that night. I mean, who doesn't like to discuss poetry?"

Kay saw with satisfaction that Horace's face grew darker.

Yes, the more angry he is, the happier he will be.

If this **** muscular man really thought he could...

Kay spreads out his hands and smiles provocatively:

"Of course, you may not understand. You may prefer to be in a military camp, rubbing shoulders and sweating with tens of thousands of rough men every night..."

The next second, Horace in black shook his right arm abruptly, grabbing his five fingers like eagle claws!

Slap!

He clasped Kay's shoulder joints tightly.

Kay shivered, gasping for the sudden pain and hissing.

He raised his hand subconsciously, hurriedly resisting Horace's five-finger lock.

But his brother didn't know what technique he used. With a flash of his left hand, Kay's right wrist became numb, and then he fell feebly.

"This is what you can do?"

Horace's eyes approached him like a knife, the strength of his hands slowly increased, and Kai was sweating from the pain: "You can't even break an egg... How did you **** with a woman? Let them fuck. You?"

Damn, damn, damn!

Kay twitched his face, quivered his shoulders, turned sideways, and tried his best to resist the big, rough hand like a hook, trying to get rid of his grip.

Damn, damn, this **** muscular man, how can he be so powerful...

"Cry, scream, just like before, but it's a pity that mother can't come to save you..."

Horace's eyes seemed to have a storm in his eyes:

"Or, like three years ago, continue to run away from home like a coward? Oh, I forgot, you, the little young master with thin skin and tender flesh, couldn't even reach the cold castle, so you fell to death penniless. By the way, my troops brought you back?"

Kay wanted to kick his right leg, but Horace, who was unexplained, kicked his ankle ahead of time, and returned without success.

Behind Horace, two equally fierce and evil princes and servants, Polk and Saatchi, seemed to be accustomed to their masters, who were not good at first sight. They just looked at each other and then silently retreated. Take a few steps, look away, and leave room for their prince.

"Tell me."

"How many years," Horace's voice was terrible, his hands were harder, and Kai was forced to slowly bend his knees: "When will you learn not to be a waste, not to be a family shame, Not holding us back?"

There were waves of severe pain in the shoulder joint and the collarbone, and Kay almost passed out.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

"When will you stop being like the rat **** in the pot, which is in the way of our eyes?"

Kay suffocated his face and glared back at his brother pretendingly.

He didn't ask for mercy, nor screamed loudly, nor did he bow his head to admit his mistake.

He cannot admit defeat.

Can't show weakness.

Especially in front of this madman.

Just like before.

No!

"What, when?"

Kay twisted his face, and stubbornly forced a painful smile with his fuzzy eyes:

"Maybe, never?"

Apparently, Horace was not satisfied with his answer.

The arm muscles of the second prince that have been trained throughout the military career tremble slightly.

In the next second, Kay felt the big hand on his shoulder change its posture, and there was a sharp pain in the heart!

Kay's face turned pale due to the pain, and he couldn't help but tightened his body, hoping to relieve the pain.

He has to leave this. This is the fact that every part of Kai Hun's body is unnaturally reminding the owner of the fact that he left this **** muscular man in front of him.

Val was probably still wrangling with his brother at the door, and Kana was ordered to go home to reflect on it. Kay's attendant can't count on it anymore...

Below them, the royal guards must have seen it, but they stood loyally on the post and turned a blind eye.

Kay had to regret his previous bad attitude towards them.

At this moment.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you, Horace."

A sharp and powerful, but fresh and sweet male voice sounded from the stairs in front, with a little joke:

"But you guys seem... blocked the stairs?"

Horace snorted unceremoniously, and his hand relaxed slightly because of the shout.

Kay breathed a sigh of relief, not so painful anyway.

But Horace didn't look at him either.

The second prince's attendant, Polk and Saatchi stepped aside and bowed slightly to the new man.

This man is tall and slender, but he is not thin, his complexion is fair, but he is not weak. When he stepped down the steps and looked up, he gave people a refreshing feeling.

Although he has watched it countless times, Kay has to admit that both he and Horace were looking at the man at the moment, attracted by his face again, and even forgot the pain for a while.

No one, because this man is really...

So handsome.

The edges and corners of his face seemed to have been carved out by a certain master himself, and every bit was just right, neither sharp nor banal.

The temperament on his body is natural and elegant, but also bold and sassy. When he is not smiling, he is like a static painting, and he is meticulously crafted everywhere, and a smile is like a burst of light, making people forget at first sight.

The expression in his eyes is even more impressive. When it is bright, there is a whirlpool, fascinating, and when it is dark, it exudes melancholy, which is distressing. Looking directly at it is sincere, and looking straight is its own majesty.

"Look at his rascal look."

Horace's palm still holds the pale-faced Kai, without looking back:

"I just don't understand, why would he and I be brothers and share the same last name?"

The handsome and thrilling man glanced at Kai, hooked his mouth, and showed a smile, as if flowers were blooming, making Kai a flower:

"Yes."

"Sometimes I wonder this too."

The handsome new man shrugged.

Kay began to tremble slightly.

Brother.

This is his brother.

His family.

And his damn...blood.

Things he would rather not.

Thinking of this, Kay clenched his teeth, raised his head again, and screamed fiercely: "Yes, why?"

"Ask our mother to go."

Horace's face was cold, his fingers strained.

Kay felt his shoulder hurt again.

But just then, the beautiful man beside him coughed slightly.

"Forget it, Horace."

"Your time is much more precious than this guy. It is not worth wasting time."

The beautiful man pointed his finger to the top of his head, with a smile of male and female homicide:

"Besides, this is his hall."

"His site."

"Inappropriate."

These words worked, at least Horace was silent for a while.

Kay is still fighting for "brother's love", but his struggle is useless, like a tickle for Horace.

After a few seconds, the second prince seemed to have figured out something, and finally let go.

Freed from restraint, Kay leaned back against the wall in a generally discouraged manner, panting heavily, rubbing his shoulders.

He looked at the beautiful newcomer, rolled his eyes, and weakly called the newcomer's name:

"Hyman."

If someone asks Kay what is worse than meeting a **** brother in the morning, then the answer must be:

Meet two **** brothers.

Yes, Hyman Canxing.

His youngest brother.

Kay stared at Hyman angrily, and sensitively found that the other's eyes were as arrogant as ever, full of disgust and contempt.

The most important thing is...

Damn, why is he so handsome!

I have to admit that among the brothers, both Kay and Hyman look like their mothers, but it is said that Hyman is the one who has truly inherited and even carried forward the beauty of his mother.

Well, it may be a bit inaccurate to describe it with beauty, but in fact, using male adjectives to describe Heyman will look too rude and rough, but using feminine compliments is a bit too feminine and insufficient.

So, Kay found him a nickname that is neither too rude nor masculine nor mistaken for a woman:

Sissy.

Although Kay is sure, anyone who has seen Hyman with his own eyes would not agree to use this term.

But what can Kay do? There are so many words in the world, isn't it? I have to choose one?

It's definitely not because he is jealous of Hyman's appearance, um, maybe a little bit, but definitely not much.

Although Kay will never forget, Hyman Canxing is the man who attracts the most attention at any dance party.

For how many years, the ladies of Wangdu (maybe some men Kay thinks viciously) have the first place to look at the prom and the first place on the list of "people who want spring breeze most". The sissy held it firmly and never wavered.

However, this sissy is also well versed in the profound truth of wanting to get caught up and getting what you want to get. She pretends to be noble, and has always been courteous and implied, which makes the ladies even more crazy.

This extremely hypocritical, well-concealed hypocrite sets off Kai, who also retains royal blood, as if he is a cheesy, indiscriminate street prostitute.

And every time, the scornful look Heyman stared at him...

A mechanical and boring voice joined the conversation:

"His Royal Highness, is there any question?"

As the footsteps approached, a long-faced man in a guard attire appeared on the upper stairs, looking down at the three princes.

Seeing this man, Horace narrowed his eyes, while Kay shrank back subconsciously.

The fourth prince Hyman shrugged, nodded decently in response, with a pleasant voice and a bright smile:

"No, Lord Thacker, just a brother who hasn't met for a long time to relive the past."

The Lord nodded, but did not move, just staring at the three of them with scorching eyes.

Seems to be waiting for something.

Horace came to understand, he grinned lightly, and no longer looked at Kay who was breathing against the wall, leading his attendant down the stairs and heading away.

Sacuel watched his back walk away.

Kay exhaled like a catastrophe.

Hyman chuckled and turned to Thacker above his head.

"You know, Lord, my brother has always admired you. He thinks you should play for the country in his barracks, not in the royal guard."

The long-faced man has no expression on his face:

"I know."

Hyman raised his eyebrows, looked at him for a long time, and never waited for more words.

"All right."

The fourth prince sighed, then nodded:

"He probably likes you."

Sackel did not speak.

Hyman turned around and reached out to support Kessel, who was leaning against the wall, but was thrown away by the insensitive Kai.

"So you are messing with him now?"

Kay looked at him coldly: "You are in the same place between brothers, and does this make you feel good?"

The pretty prince frowned:

"My feelings are not important. The important thing is, if there is no me, you and Horace..."

Kay looked back at him proudly: "Come on, sissy, we all know what you are."

"Don't install it."

Hyman laughed blankly.

He hummed and shook his head, the picturesque heroic and sharp facial features flickered in the sunlight, which made people notice:

"Do me a favor, Kessel."

Hyman started calling his full name again.

God knows how much he hates this name.

Kay turned his head disdainfully.

Just listen to Heyman smiling:

"Next time you find someone to discuss poetry, buy a hat to block it."

Kay already felt bad when he heard "Discuss Poetry".

But he still froze for a second.

Hat?

"Buy a hat, what do you block?" he asked silly.

Hyman is like a loving brother. When Kay couldn’t react, he petted his brother’s forehead and smiled brightly:

"Don't you understand, little fool."

"Block the hole in the forehead."

Huh?

Why do you want to block the forehead...

Kay touched his forehead and suddenly reacted.

Block your father!

But Hyman has already walked with his handsome face that overwhelms all living beings, walking gracefully and yet unrestrainedly, following Horace, who was icy and sharp, and left.

Leave only Kay, who is so angry behind him.

"Hyman Canxing, you **** have a hole in your head!"

"Your whole family has a brain..." Cough cough cough, there seems to be something wrong...

Anyway, is it great to be handsome?

Being handsome can do whatever you want?

Kay turned around cursingly, cursing the bad morning as he sorted the folds of his clothes.

But his scalp chilled, slowly raising his eyes.

I saw the chief penalty officer of the royal guard, Thaker was still standing at the corner of the upper steps, staring at him indifferently, motionless.

It's quite crippled.

As if to remind him.

Kay shuddered and understood what the other party meant.

Yes.

Kay glanced at Thacker, thinking glumly.

How could he forget?

How could he forget the man who was ordered by the king to execute the whip when the whip marks on his back were still aching?

Kay glanced at the chief penalty officer above his head dodgingly, and bit his head and waved:

"I know, I know I am banning, but I just came today..."

But the long-faced guard penalty officer didn't wait for him to finish, so he turned around indifferently and disappeared from sight.

Kay's expression was half done, and he had to turn his head angrily, and his hands that were nowhere to be placed helplessly stuck to his waist.

It’s great.

At least he didn't ask anything about naked women.

Kay threw a bully look of "what do you look at" at the scary-faced "King Wife" on the wall, and continued to walk up to the second floor, where he was stunned.

The French windows on the second floor are open, and there are two large drawing boards and countless paints in front of the windows.

A bloated man in Chinese clothes sat between the drawing boards, with his back facing Kay, and holding a few paintbrushes between his hands, focusing on capturing the courtyard of Mindis Hall in the morning on the canvas.

But Kay spoke out subconsciously:

"Fatty!"

The back of the plump man who is drawing the picture is slightly stiff.

Kay looked at the drawing board in horror and measured the distance from it to the stairs: "You, have you been here?"

"You... have you heard it?"

The bloated man turned his **** in the chair, revealing an ordinary face, his small eyes squeezed on his fleshy cheeks, and he blinked impatiently.

"No, I didn't hear everything."

The fat man's procrastination is very heavy, like a business man in the market: "I only know that you are reading poetry with three or thirteen old mature women?"

Kay flickered and wailed silently.

No.

Why don't you listen to it all?

"Don't worry," the fat man he called seemed to realize Kay's despair. He shook his head, quite gloating:

"I'm not interested in walking around the street with your bare **** tied."

Why do you say it again, this is not everything?

Kay is going crazy, he looked at the other person holding back a smile, only feeling ashamed and angry.

"I don't have a bare fart... Well, forget it, I mean, you heard it, but you just sit here and don't care about anything?"

Fatty waved a paintbrush: "Hmm."

Kay opened his eyes.

"Have you seen that murderous muscle man? You watched him lose his temper at me?"

"Hmm."

"Have you seen your twin brother? He saw his little intention to please Horace and help him step on me?"

"Um...huh."

The fat man shook his head indifferently, his expression still relaxed, and he looked quite contented and unapologetic.

Kay made a very rude mouth, but didn't swear, he knew that Thaker was nearby.

He tossed his hands like a self-defeating and let out a breath.

"You are really good, fat man."

"That's your mess, why should I mix it up."

The fat man shrugged.

Kay raised his fingers, looking "you really are", and looked at each other coldly.

"You know, Bank, sometimes I suspect that you are really my brother?"

"Are we really crawling out of the same mother's belly? Or my mother sneezed when giving birth to you?"

The man he called "chubby" has a cold expression.

Yes, this is Bancroft.

His third brother.

It is said that Heyman is twins.

Kay frowned subconsciously while looking at the facial features on the other's face that were so fat that they were crowded with flesh.

In genetics, Horace followed his father, Kay and Hyman followed his mother, and Bancroft...

Well, what he accompanied was probably a certain potato that his mother ate during pregnancy.

Since Bank began to lose shape when he was six years old, he confirmed this more and more.

Bank is considered the least troublesome existence in the entire Fuxing Palace. Apart from painting some unrecognizable soul paintings, there are basically no major shortcomings. Kai means, look at his second brother and fourth Brother, one stubborn, the other ostentatious.

But this won't make Kai like him much. On the contrary, Bank's ignorance of "Brothers fighting is my trouble" makes Kai extremely disgusted.

The thing that is worse than opposition is neglect.

So this fat guy always makes Kai beat him, although Kai knows that his fist will only bounce back from Bank's bottomless flesh. Then again, how would Bank... do that? Will it show up when you get up? Won't get stuck in the flesh?

Bank took a deep breath, glanced at Kai with the look of the trash can, and then sighed:

"You just don't understand, do you."

Kay frowned:

"What do you know?"

Bank gave Kay a deep look.

The fat man shook his head and waved his arms at the column and garden in the distance outside the window:

"Hundreds of years of history, the design and layout of the Mindis Hall are classics in the art world, and the garden is an ingenious and handed down work. Every angle is like a landscape painting. How many artists and architects I want to see it at first sight."

The tone was full of admiration.

Kay raised his eyebrows and pointed along Bank's arm, only to see a black and gray stone pillar and a bunch of red, green and green flowers.

He turned around rather stupidly:

"Landscape painting...so?"

Banker got upset after enjoying the scenery.

"But when you are standing here, Little Kessel..."

Bank grabbed the paintbrush and added color to the canvas, with a look of disgust:

"It's like a stain on the canvas."

"This is why you are excluded everywhere, everyone hates you."

"Now, you better go away."

Banker pulled over the drawing board as he spoke, twisted the seat, and turned in another direction.

Leave Kay with a fat **** that squeezes his pants tightly.

Kay's smile froze.

He was going to kick Bank's painting subconsciously.

"Don't move my things," Banker didn't look back:

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee that when I visit the south next season, the beautiful ladies and the ladies of the blade-leader will know about your ‘light **** reading poetry club’."

Kay's kicking feet stopped abruptly in the air.

He moved his lips, but in the end he could only turn around mechanically.

"Very good~IndoMTL.com~ Kai angrily said: "You just hold the paintings you can't sell, and live your life with those little people on your paper! "

"Dead fat man without sex!"

Single for a lifetime!

The fat man didn't look back, but just moved his right hand back, protruding a fleshy **** between the four brushes.

Go up the steps of the third floor with vigour.

But he kept thinking about that sentence.

This is why everyone hates you.

Everyone hates you.

Kay clenched his fists.

He was wrong.

Kay said to himself glumly.

Bank was wrong.

Not everyone.

Once, his mother liked him.

She would laugh at his pranks, and praise his creativity when she is stubborn and angry, regardless of whether they are appropriate or not, and the consequences.

Until she...

Not everyone.

Kay stopped, raised his head, and looked at the room in front: the most important main room in Mindis Hall.

He swallowed, cleared his throat, and sorted his clothes.

But before Kay knocked on the door, the door opened.

A prince attendant from a low-ranking nobleman bowed, smiled at him slightly, and signaled that he could go in.

"His Royal Highness is waiting for you."

Kay felt warm.

Not everyone.

He said to himself slowly.

No.

He responded to the friendly attendant politely with the courtesy that Prince Kessel is probably rare in his life, and he even remembered that the other party seemed to be Ka Suo.

Kay took a deep breath, and with the happiest mood, stepped into the room at the lightest and most relaxed pace.

He knows that the owner of the room doesn't like noise.

But the other party has never been angry about his outrageous behavior.

Because.

Because not everyone hates him.

No.