MTL - Kingdom’s Bloodline-Chapter 9 Starting from fate

Chapter 9 is about fate

At 4:30 in the morning, Red Square Street.

The figure of Ley York suddenly appeared on the roof of a residential building, and it disappeared like a ghost.

The next moment, he reappeared in the alley next to the house.

The next moment, his clothes plunged into the broad avenue.

Take a leap and come and go.

As the most promising killer in the Black Street Brotherhood, this level of movement is a common occurrence for Ley York: his goals are often taken away in the midst of unprepared mistakes.

Except today.

Lay York slowly moved and crossed a pool of blood.

On the wide streets, the dull blood almost soaked every brick seam, dozens of corpses, mixed in the middle of it, horizontal and horizontal, both the black silk brotherhood elite, but also the blood bottle tied with red headscarf to help the middle .

The breeze blew a thick black cloth from the corpse and brought a strong wind.

Ley York suddenly turned back like an antelope, screaming at the black cloth that flew to him!

His figure disappears again!

When the killer appeared again, it was already on the signboard of the opposite store.

The wind subsided.

The black thick and faintly landed, which happened to be in the position where Ley York had just stood.

And Ley York stared at the silk cloth, screaming.

It looks like this piece of silk is chasing behind him, and he is trying to get rid of the pursuit.

There was a faint killing in the distance.

The killer's clothes began to flutter - the wind revived.

The next second, Ley York's slightly anxious face suddenly received, replaced by calm and stern.

Between the electric and the Flint, Ley York has a chest bow, and his scimitar passes out to the left underarm at a strange angle. For example, the Amanba snake preys, and the Thunder strikes to the left rear!

Sting the air behind him.

however……

"Oh!"

The sound of the tears of the clothes came.

The breeze in the face suddenly turned, sharply enhanced, and the wind blew!

The killer jumped down the sign and rolled in the air, but his lips were already lifted.

A knife hit.

Lay York landed silently and silently in the bottom of his heart.

"‘The ghost of the wind,’ Rolf.”

In the wind that gradually drifted away, he whispered out the name of his opponent.

"We finally met."

Ley York raised the scimitar and satisfactorily touched the blood on the tip of the knife. The anxiety and anger on his face had disappeared. Instead, he was slightly excited by madness.

The silence did not last long, and in the re-sounding wind, another voice faintly passed to Ley York's ear.

"So you are a 'quiet killer' Ley York?"

"It's a good nickname."

This is a strange and feminine male voice, which comes from all directions with the sound of the wind.

"Is your luck too good, or do you really feel my position?"

However, Ley York just quietly observed the surrounding, still maintaining the original posture, without a word.

The voice rang in the wind, as clear as a bell:

"You are such a killer, it is a pity in the Brotherhood."

As the wind fell, a figure appeared on the road in front of Ley York.

A blue-haired man in a gray tight-fitting suit with a tattoo on his face smiled and touched his left collarbone.

There, a wound is slowly flowing out of the blood.

Seeing the opponent's moment, Ley York's pupils shrank.

His previous blow should have been perfect to the heart of the opponent.

In a moment of puncture of the atrial blood vessels.

result……

My own machete, actually just rubbed the other's collarbone?

In the face of this hippie smiling man, Ley York was surprised for a moment.

But the experienced Lay York quickly lowered his body, calmed down, and silently prepared for the next shot.

A killer must always have a second blow to himself, and there is confidence to kill.

Seeing the opponent's reaction, the tattooed man, Rolf, who is known as the "Ghost of the Wind", also condensed slightly.

At this time, Leykton’s eyes were dark and silky, standing on the ground like a statue, such as rooting old trees, quietly, but unsettling.

"Well, maybe you are not as weak as the rumors."

Rolf squinted and nodded, pulling his feet with a little taboo, which was an approval of his opponent.

Ley York is as always, not moving.

Seeing the next fight is in front of you.

But after a few seconds, Rolf's face, known as the "Ghost of the Wind," changed.

"Forget it," Rolf turned to look at the direction of the other street. "I didn't expect that Karka was actually killed by Morris. I should say that the dead fat man is one of the six giants of the Brotherhood?" ”

Rolf turned his head and stared at Ley York, who was still quiet and gloomy.

"I hide and hide, but don't misunderstand," snorted with the ghost of the wind:

"Our game is not over yet, ‘quiet killer’.”

The next moment, with the sound of the wind, Rolf disappeared.

Ley York maintained his original position for three seconds.

After three seconds, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and the tight muscles relaxed.

At the same time, Morris, one of the six giants of the Black Street Brotherhood, the head of the population business, was full of fierceness with a team of men, appearing in the corner.

"Boss!" Lay York immediately straightened up and paid tribute to Morris.

"It is the ghost of the wind," Rolf. In the face of the doubts of the other side, the killer swears in the direction of the enemy.

The fat Morris nodded, and one of the people on his hand—or a corpse—was thrown off the ground.

The deceased is a strong man, but it seems extremely painful before he died.

If the exclusive black doctor of the Brotherhood, the strange doctor Ramon is here, then he will soon analyze:

In front of this sturdy man, it is from the grassland of the Eastern Confederation of the Katherine, the nomadic warrior of the nomadic tribe, the backbone of the blood bottle, the "war wolf" Karka.

He had purple lips before his death, his eyes were filled with blood, and his nails were pink.

The cause of death is... of course, suffocation.

“Did you find someone else?” Morris asked with a dignified look.

He crossed the body of Krka and did not remove the joy of a blood bottle to help the enemy.

Lay York tried to convince himself to pull his attention back from the body of his body and shook his head heavily:

"No. But I have encountered obstacles in transparency in several places, sometimes in front of me, sometimes behind me, as if... the air suddenly condensed."

"We were forced to separate and had to detour each other in order to meet."

"Air?" Morris eyelids slightly condensed.

The killer made a stroke, with a dignified and worried tone:

"Yes, I thought it was the boss at first, but that was too..."

Ley York glanced at his boss carefully:

"I suspect that there is still a powerful abilities in the blood bottle that we don't understand and that are similar to yours, and he shot tonight."

Morris did not speak.

He just frowned slightly.

After a few seconds.

"That's not an ability."

"Without anyone's natural abilities, you can do this."

In the doubtful eyes of Lay York, Morris clenched his teeth and looked ugly: "That is the 'air wall.'"

"The shot is the magician of the gas."

Ley York stunned.

Magician?

The magic of the gas?

In the rumor, one of the two leaders of the blood bottle gang?

Lay York tried to recall the impression of the magician, but was surprised to find that in the gangster career for several years, he could not find any clear details related to the magician. The memory is full of rumors and legends.

The magician in the blood bottle.

They are like... like the "black sword" in the Black Street Brotherhood.

Recalling the legend of the "black sword" in the Brotherhood, Ley York could not help but be embarrassed.

For this foolproof and sudden attack, the Brotherhood gathered almost all the elites of the Yongxing City headquarters, arranged in groups, and found out that they did not care, and they were fatal.

However, the elites of the Brotherhood were scattered by several powerful forces and squalls at the beginning of the attack. Morris’s mysterious appearance of the “air wall” was separated from the Red Square Street and the Brotherhood was strong. The elite power, instantly split into a multi-headed snake that can't be seen at the end.

In the poems sung by the singers, the monster multi-headed snake Kilika was finally killed by the hero Nakaru, one by one, and all the heads were cut.

Therefore, dispersing them with such strange means is the "magic magician" who only heard his name for many years and did not see his people?

Ley York smirked his lips and the scimitar in his hand trembled excitedly:

Not every action of the Brotherhood, you can meet the legendary leader of the blood bottle.

This is a rare opportunity.

But he did not notice the boss's face.

"What a terrible thing..."

Morris, the obese giant in the Brotherhood, took a sip of hate and a deep, complex expression on his face.

Morris's heart was far from so stable. He listened to the screaming sounds that came from his ear and recognized his position.

"It should have been a gathering of elites, and it was a beautiful encounter with Red Square Street, but..."

Morris coldly said:

"It was just such a big move. The Xicheng Police Hall, which is responsible for the law and order here, did not respond at all - probably bought it, and the entire Red Square Street was empty like this... Mom, we were ambushed by the blood bottle. ”

And...

Morris clenched his teeth, his brain could not keep turning, and his heartbeat slowly increased.

The magic of the gas.

That guy is coming.

that guy.

But tonight, the magical master of the gas should not have appeared here... it should not know these...

"We have traitors." Morris took a sip:

"I will squeeze out Lancer's lungs after I go back, and I will give you any information."

Lay York cleverly bowed his head and did not curse the other "six giants" of the Brotherhood with his boss.

but……

The legendary qi magic master.

How is the boss ready to deal with him?

Lay York is eager to try.

however……

"Since the enemy is a magician..."

Morris took a deep breath and turned suddenly, and the voice ordered:

"Then retreat!"

The voice just fell, and Ley York and the rest of the people looked up in surprise.

Withdraw... retreat?

I saw Morris unquestionably: "Our action on the Red Square Street has completely failed."

Total failure?

Ley York can't believe his ears.

Although I have encountered an accident...

but.

Is it just beginning?

And, and can lead the other’s head...

"You are scattered and telling all your own people: give up the goal, return to the original path, and break through!" Morris bit his teeth in disgust:

"Let's go back to Black Street!"

Ley York stared blankly at the decisive boss.

Preparation for a whole few months...

So high the price...

Just give up?

The magic of the gas...

The doubts and disappointments that Lay York’s heart could not stop:

The magic of the gas, is it so terrible?

————

Yara looked at Tyres, and the expression on her face gradually disappeared.

Time seems to have passed for a long time.

But Tyres just stared at her motionlessly.

Until the other party exhaled, gently lower his head.

"Smelly kid."

Ya Rama is expressionless, just looking at the dim ground in the cellar.

It’s terrible that Tyres can’t even take a sip.

But the young female bartender quickly said:

"You, you, have anyone told you..."

Tyres listened with dedication.

"You are very early?"

This time it was the turn of Taylors.

precocious?

This one……

Think about it quickly, how did the ancestors of the passers-by meet when they were suspected by the locals?

The boy touched his head, blushing, and embarrassed:

"Hey, am I very familiar? Haha, that, Yala, you know what I mean, but I still enjoy the current single life, but I don't want to..."

"Ding!"

Yala's expression was twisted in an instant, and a finger licked the shoulder of Tells!

"Little devil, you give me something to stop!"

"Also, call me Yala sister!"

Tyres squinted his forehead in pain, but faded a memory in front of his eyes.

It was a warm afternoon.

"Wu Haoren! Dota2 is not without you, you can't run it! You can give me something to stop!"

"It's just a matter of "a little bit"... How come you are always saying the same thing."

"Hey, this is the famous saying in the second element, of course... you are still waiting for a game!"

"Oh, my friend pulled me black, I’m sorry not to go!"

"On your dota level? Ah! You give me something to stop!"

"It's the same sentence...hey, my gaming mouse!"

Thales smashed his head and buried this memory deep in his brain.

What happened recently? Memory flashbacks are getting more and more.

Although it is not a bad thing, it is always at a critical moment...

Tyres shook his head and looked at Yala, whose face was different, and opened his mouth:

"I don't ask much. We just have to cross the Red Square Street and flee to the blood bottle. From then on, we take care of ourselves."

Yala made a slight meal.

"Nobody will know you, Yala, you won't get into trouble! It's the night before dawn, the darkest, from the lower city to the Red Square Street, helping us through the eye line of the Brotherhood, this is for you. Words should not be a problem."

Yara looked at the expected Taylors and looked dull:

“Why is it Hongfang Street?”

Tyres’s heart stunned and felt like a play:

"On other sites, maybe we will be noticed by the Brotherhood as soon as we appear, but Hongfang Street, Hongfang Street is the border between the Brotherhood and the blood bottle, which is the only chance for us to escape!"

"And the Brotherhood will definitely take the time to clean up the mess that Quaid is making in the abandonment house. When they react, it is impossible to chase the Red Square Street!"

At this moment, the confident and determined Tyres slightly lifted his lips.

"call!"

Yala sighed and closed her eyes.

"When the abandoned house attracts everyone's attention, you go straight to Hongfang Street. Well, it is a plan."

"With my skill and experience, I don't have a chance to lead the eyes of the Brotherhood."

When she blinked again, her eyes suddenly became sharp and shrewd, fierce and terrifying.

It seems to be another person.

Even Tyres rarely sees this kind of Yala.

"But, when you get to the blood bottle, it's safe. You can play the brothers for a while, but it won't last long."

Yara looked at Taylors coldly:

"There are countless people in the Black Street Brotherhood, and they have a lot of fighting power. Even the **** bottle against them is also in the downside. It is only a matter of time before you think about Quaid."

"And then, where can you go? As long as you are still in Yongxing City, the Black Street Brotherhood will always find you."

"Just calculate the city of Yongxing, how do you know that the power of the Brotherhood will not be more terrible and unscrupulous than in the city of Yongxing?"

The words of Yala seem to hit the soft underbelly of Tells in an instant.

Tyres shook palely.

Yes, his plan has not been that far.

He has limited ability and wisdom.

After the Red Square Street, he had no guess at all.

but……

They have nowhere to go, aren't they?

They have only one choice.

Only Red Square Street.

"That's our thing." The boy said with a hard mouth.

Yala, a savvy and savvy knife-handed Yala, instead of the lazy and indifferent female wine Paula, shook her head sharply.

"impossible."

Looking at Yala still shaking his head, Tyres was anxious.

In order to fight for the help of Yala, I have tried my best...

He can't fail.

His afterglow saw the children, and his fists became more and more tight.

No!

Not playing football manager!

Can't fail!

Taylor looked up and said hard:

"I know that compared to the provision of food, this request is excessive compared to sending me a dagger. But, please look at the three children over there, their hopes are in this bar! Yala, please Help me! And..."

Yala raised her eyebrows.

"and……"

The boy is very reluctant to say the following words.

In his view, this is completely naked persecution and torture.

but……

Taylors took a deep breath: no way.

"And you still owe me a favor, isn't it?"

The words of Tyres are resolutely authentic.

"what?"

Yala was a little surprised, but she immediately lost her voice.

The bartender took out a wolf-leg knife on her leg and placed it in front of the taylor.

"People?"

"You mean, you suggested that I change the weapon to this way, I think this is a human condition? Well, that's also counted, but you are too cheap."

Tyres looked at the wolf-legged knife, and his mind appeared and Yala’s memories.

That was a long time ago.

"Yalaya, I think of a way to get rid of that dog faster!"

"Hey, how many times have you said this, I want to call my sister, Yala! And the stinky dog ​​of Morris is already in your stomach. If you still want to live, don't go everywhere."

"Yala! That's it! Look at this picture!"

"Hey! The style and curvature of this knife...what is it? It seems quite interesting."

"This is called a dog-leg-knife! Believe it or not, but from another world's weapons!"

"Hey, dog-legs, what's the name, even if you want to use it, change the name of the good-looking, prestige point! Also, call me sister-in-law! Also, what another world? Less to see the night temple Drama, where people are nervous, be careful to see your cubs fool!"

Tyres thought of it, shook his head and drove the memories away.

He firmly and steadily said the following words:

"No, it's not this person's feelings. It's because... you spur Quaid into this way, let him lose his sensibility and go crazy, and it hurts a lot of casualties, which makes us only flee."

Taylors said this sentence heavily.

The voice fell.

Yalah’s eyes widened.

The female bartender looked at him incredulously, and the beautiful eyelashes kept shaking.

"You, how are you..."

Taylors still had some embarrassment in his heart.

But looking at Yala's expression, he finally confirmed his judgment.

"Yes."

Tyres nodded, and his heart was a little heavy.

"Are you hurting Quaid's hand? When he started, he cursed and called your full name."

Thanks to his wounded hand, Quaid did not kill me in the first round.

Taylors thought heavily.

"I don't know what is going on, but Quaid may have come to the sunset bar to drink and get rid of you, then he doesn't know how to go crazy, get rid of the waste house, kill it... kill it. Half of the nephews."

Of course, there are still many flaws, such as Rick, who has never appeared, such as the thugs who disappeared overnight.

Taylor's eyes are dark.

"right."

"So, what about you tonight, is it related to you?"

At this moment, Tyres really saw it, and the tremor in the eyes of Yala.

Damn little devil.

Yala cursed in her heart.

But the wolf's knife in her hand kept shaking and betrayed her mood at the moment.

Too smart.

Not just dozens of nephews...

Yala trembled in her heart, hardened her heart and tried to convince herself:

I am a black gang, yes, I am very bad, I, I am murdering and setting fire, no evil, no matter how, how can I care about this small, small...

The wolf-legged knife on her hand was pinched and tightened.

Yala took a deep breath and his thoughts were messy.

Do not.

those people……

Those, oh...

They are not, not my own hands to kill, nothing to do with me.

Yara gnawed her teeth and her emotions continued to roll.

It’s all that Rick, that **** account.

non of my business.

Nothing!

but……

Not related?

Yala’s eyes suddenly shook.

She seemed to see a baby, covered in blood, wrapped in a precious blanket.

At that moment, her heart was so heavy that it was almost bleeding.

"So, please help me with the four nephews left in front of you," Tyres said, pulling her out of her memory:

"Because this is you, this is the person you owe us."

Tyres was extremely uncomfortable, but he still forced himself to say this.

Yara is silent.

The female bartender closed her eyes and inserted the wolf leg knife back into the boot without a word.

Taylor’s heart is awkward.

"Of course, if the version of the wolf-legged knife is also human-like... then, then it’s good, and the debt is not too bad."

Tyres smiled and tried to reverse the oppressive atmosphere.

It only has little effect.

Time seems to have passed for a long time.

For a long time, Tyres couldn't help but pinch the fist, bleeding in the palm of his hand.

The three nephews who had been away for a long time began to tremble.

This silence has been for a long time, almost suppressed to the point of suffocation.

Finally, at the end of the last, in the dark and narrow cellar, Yara slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes are indifferent, calm and waveless.

"Little devil."

She gently raised her head.

Taylor’s heart glimpsed.

"You are such a special child."

Yala looked at him silently, and his expression was complicated and difficult:

"It's always a hit, someone else's key."

"Quid is probably so dead - it’s deadly by you."

Her tone sounded as powerless and made Taylor's heart linger.

But the next step for the female bartender, let Taylors fall into the ice.

"But it's useless..."

Yala spoke openly.

"Even if I am willing to help you, sacrifice your life to protect you..."

And every pause she made was like the life of Tells:

"You are also impossible to cross the Red Square Street."

At that moment, Thales was stiff and stiff.

"Because tonight, the Black Street Brotherhood will attack the Red Square Street and attack the blood bottle."

"It has already begun."

"Tonight's Red Square Street will become the most terrible battlefield in Yongxing City."

The time around seems to have been stunned and it took a long time to return to normal time and space.

"You..." Taylors came back.

He trembled his lips and was shocked.

"what did you say?"

Yala sighed.

"So, give up, you know, since Hongfang Street is already a battlefield, then how can I be so powerful, even if I have the strength of 'the wrath of the kingdom', it is impossible to spend two children with four scars and tiredness. The big gangster’s fire is."

Ya La stunned.

"impossible."

Taylor looked at Yara with horror, for a few seconds.

He mechanically turned his head back and looked at the three children who had already wiped out the bread in the distance.

Collia saw him look at it and waved his hand happily:

Four-year-old girls are always easy to forget the pain.

however……

however.

Tyres twisted his head back. .

"Do not worry," in the distance, Xin Ti's clean bread crumbs, patted Ryan still fearful:

"Tells will take us away."

"Well, Tyres is the smartest," Collie lifted a small piece of bread and happily added:

"He can do anything!"

Ryan, holding his broken hand and tears, both endured the pain, but held hope and nodded.

But on the other side of the cellar, in front of Yala, the boy who had pinned the confidence and hope of the deaf, but desperately took a breath and buried his face in his hands.

"How could this be……"

"How could the Brotherhood attack the Red Square Street today..."

"Why is this evening..."

"No, ah..."

The boy murmured and trembled.

Ya Lamo looked at him silently, and stopped talking.

"Unexpected, it is an accident..."

"Other places, we can't go anywhere..."

"In addition to the Red Square Street and the subsequent Xihuan District, the Brotherhood has eye-catching eyes..."

"Unless we go straight to the lower part of the city, go from there to the sewer, go to the ramp, there is the site of the iron bats..."

"No, the iron bat will have long surrendered to the Black Street Brotherhood..."

"Go back to the waste house? Destroy Quaids..."

"Impossible, other children have already known..."

Tyres's face was blue, his lips were pale, and his head was cold and sweaty.

"I will always find us..."

"How to do……"

"How to do!"

Looking at the boy's appearance, Yara could not bear it.

The bartender shook her head and patted him on the shoulder.

"You stay with me," Yala sighed. "I have a trusted person who can hide you for at least a month. But in any case, Quaid is dead, they will come to the murderer."

"I can go to the old guy," Yalton paused, embarrassingly:

"The fraternity is very important to the face of the old guys, you... you will at least not die."

Yes.

But it is certainly not as good as death - the hopeless Taylors added in his heart.

"Sometimes," Yara looked at Tyler's decadent feelings, feeling that this smart boy had reached a point where he had nowhere to go. "We always have to accept it."

Tyres suddenly blurred again.

"Yu Ren, hey, she is gone, you, you, you have to mourn... oh..."

"I... I'm fine, rest assured... rest assured, my aunt, I'm fine... really okay."

"I know, Huanren. Oh, sometimes, we always have to accept the fate. Since she is gone, this is a hurdle we must pass, no exception, huh, huh."

"Aunt... you... she..."

"To be fatal... oh... confess... oh..."

Accept fate.

What is my life?

Crossing into this world, and then being slaughtered?

Should I accept it?

ridiculous.

Read so many books.

Doing so much research.

I wrote so many papers.

How can I accept my life!

Tyres jerked his head up and scared Yala.

The female bartender was surprised to find that the boy was different.

In his eyes, this time is full of decency and anger.

"Little devil, you, are you okay?" Yara asked tentatively.

Unbelievable, she looked at the boy's eyes, and there was an impulse to stagger the line of sight.

Taylors suddenly spit out a sentence: "The brotherhood will definitely find the murderer, is it?"

Yara narrowed her eyes: "Well?"

"They need a murderer." Tyres faintly, as if to say a trivial little thing.

"But only need to... a murderer."

Yala frowned.

This kid...

Taylors looked at the three nephews in the distance.

The boy inhales deeply and then spits out slowly:

"They stay with you."

Ya pulled a real glimpse.

"They are three, they are left, you have to stay, you can protect them. You have to tell the Brotherhood what Quaid did, and then tell them that these three nephews happened to you."

Taylors has no feelings, as if everything has lost color in front of him.

"I will confess with the three children. I am the murderer who killed Quaid alone."

Tyres is expressionless but emphasizes the word "individual".

"What?" Yara was surprised.

But Taylors ignored her.

"And these three children are just innocent escapes. With the influence of the sunset bar, I believe that you can shelter them," Taylor's tone is unquestionable:

"The brothers will ask, let me tell them... let them come to me and come to the black-haired Teres."

"Looking for killing Quaid..."

"The only murderer."

silence.

Unspeakable silence.

Until Yala raised an incredulous look.

"What do you do? Let me hand you over?"

Tyres shook his head.

"I walk by myself."

Somehow, Yara suddenly realized that the boy, who was so thin, thin and bruised, had made up his mind.

No one can stop his determination.

no one.

but……

"Don't be stupid, little devil."

Yala bit her teeth and frowned:

"You can't even get out of the city."

"The fraternity is not only a business that can't see the light... From squatting to shops, from gangsters to stalls, from emigrants to rural farmers, their eye lines are everywhere, hidden and extensive."

"After the day, the people of the Brotherhood will catch you back."

"You will only regret when you come, regret why you didn't ask me to kill you now."

She can't let him go to death.

After all, he is just a...

Yara looked at the boy in a complicated way.

... little devil.

Tyres turned his head and the silence in his eyes made people afraid.

"Yes."

Tyres is cold and authentic.

"I probably can't escape."

In fact, since I saw the world in the blink of an eye, I spent a year at the base of the Brotherhood, and spent four years in the lower city, knowing the means and capabilities of the Brotherhood.

but……

Tyres first looked at the three nephews and then looked directly at Yala.

"But they can survive."

His gaze faded away from the cold, clear and relieved.

"You don't have to bear it, Quaid left the pain."

No, Quaid has left them with the unforgettable pains of eternal life.

He is silent.

At least...

at least……

Taylors clenched his fist.

Yala looked awkward and opened her mouth.

"Little devil, you..."

Tyres did not answer.

But in the next second, the bartender reached out and put his hands on his shoulders, but did not look at him, but turned his face to the other side.

"you……"

And Tyres can feel the hands of Yala, the pair of hands that are stable and precise...

Being trembling slightly.

"You will... you will... you will be..."

Tyres looks a glimpse.

But he looked up and his eyes reflected the eternal lights in the distance, as if they were bright fireworks.

The boy’s mood suddenly calmed down.

Do not.

He still has a place to go.

The only place.

The boy slowly picked up his mouth.

And I already knew it, didn't I?

Read this, Tyres laughed out.

Destiny, fate.

It is really a biao.

Is not it.

He looked at the bread that had just been eaten, and hoped to look at the three sides here - the child who is no longer a nephew.

Tyres turned his head and looked at Yara firmly but calmly.

"It’s half past four, it’s dawn after a while, you tell me the place to pay attention”

Tyres gently opened his mouth, facing the gloomy face, and his eyes were red.

"I should leave."

Yala’s mood trembled and she lost her voice:

"Where are you going?"

Where can you go?

Talston took a moment and took a deep breath.

where to?

"of course……"

The next moment, in Yala's sight, the wicked little devil opened his lips and floated out of the dimple, revealing a bright and cheerful smile:

"Red Square Street."

Note:

1. Football manager - the "football_manager" series of teams running games, players often have the feeling that regardless of tactics, psychology, lineup or public opinion, I have done everything I can do - but no matter what I archive How many times do you come back, how can you not win the opponent?

In the face of Yala's refusal, Taylors also produced the same sense of powerlessness.

2. The Mavericks - the "Earthshaker" or the "Earthshaker", the optional hero in the dota2 game, whose big move is pure damage skill, the more the enemy gathers in a certain range, The bigger the damage, the higher the damage. Zooming in on a sufficient number of people can even reverse a must-have team battle, so it is important that the Mavericks cut into the battlefield to zoom in. Because you want to maximize the amount of damage, and cautiously wait for people to gather together, hesitate or too late to zoom in, you may miss the opportunity to fight; and because of the eagerness, premature enlargement in the sparse crowd, may be vain waste .

In the face of Yala's refusal, like the dilemma of the Mavericks, between hesitation/caution, and adventure/decision, Thales chose the latter.

(End of this chapter)