Endless Debt.

Chapter 435
One day, the Undead Club.

Everything was the same as before, the music filled every corner of the bar, Serley was wearing the flowered dress that was slit to the navel, dancing around while mixing drinks, Bode was humming, cleaning the tables and chairs, Wei Er found a comfortable Place a litter, it usually can sleep all day long.

By the way, Sai Zong hadn't left at that time, he was jumping around Bode's side, hoping that Bode could accompany him to play the game of conceding the ball.

Burrogo drank the orange juice in his glass and asked Palmer, who was slightly drunk beside him.

"By the way, Palmer, you keep talking about your fiancée, and you never say anything about your fiancée."

Palmer asked, "What do you mean?"

"What kind of person is she?"

Burrogo was very curious about what kind of person would be loved by Palmer, a psychopath, and what kind of person would accept Palmer's love.

Palmer was silent for a few seconds, staring at his own reflection in the wine glass, and choked out a sentence for a long time.

"Great guy," he added emphatically, "Brilliant!"

"That's how you say things you like," Burlogo said. "Be more specific."

Burlogo doesn't usually ask Palmer such personal questions, but today he suddenly thought of it, and then his thirst for knowledge became stronger and stronger.

Among the many people that Burlogo knew, Palmer was an extremely interesting and special one, and for this reason he had a greater curiosity about Vossilin.

For a long time, Burlogo has always felt that the so-called "fiancée" is just an excuse for Palmer's reluctance to admit his failure in life.

Palmer calls his fiancée on the phone at a fixed time every week. Burlogo has not heard what they talked about, but after the call is over, no matter how depressed Palmer was before, he will be full of vitality again. Like a car with a full gas tank.

Over time, the image of "fiancée" in Palmer's mouth became more and more real in Bologo's heart. Bologo felt that with Palmer's brain, it was difficult for him to complete a lie so perfectly, so the only thing left was One is possible.

This guy really has a fiancée.

Burrogo couldn't help sighing, what kind of strange woman was able to subdue Palmer, a freak.

"Worthylin..."

Palmer hesitated, not knowing where to start.

Burlogo guided Palmer, "How did you two meet?"

"The process of our acquaintance is very simple. The family has contacts with each other. She lives in Fengyuan Highland and has known each other since she was a child."

"and then?"

"Then...Actually, I always regarded her as a good brother at the beginning."

"Why a good brother?"

Palmer got drunk, "Because she really looks like a good brother in both looks and actions!"

"for example?"

Bologo became interested. He felt that the story of Palmer and Vorcilin must be more interesting than he imagined.

"For example, she has a strange hobby, like fighting, boxing, wrestling and other martial arts sports. Of course, this part should be related to her family tradition, but it's still too strange to fall on a little girl."

When Palmer talked about this, he suddenly shuddered, as if remembering something bad.

"In the beginning, I met her through fighting. Thanks to her bloody hobby, the ending can be imagined. I was beaten."

Palmer slammed the bar counter, and even the wine glass was shaken out of the sound.

"Who was I then, the heir of the Krex family, who would dare to beat me like this except my parents!

But because I am the heir of the Krex family, it would be too broken to ask others to fight for me directly, so I started to train myself, hoping to win back one day! "

"The result?" Burrog asked.

Palmer's ignited momentum faded, "losing...never winning."

Burlogo began to control his expression, trying not to smile.

"Since I can't fight, I can't hide... Since then, my relationship with Woxilin has been very stiff, but we live in the same place and we often meet," Palmer said, "Although I can't fight She, but I run pretty fast, and Woxilin can't catch up with me."

"Although she fights very hard, but her stamina is very poor, and she needs to rest and take a few breaths after running two steps," Palmer recalled the happy but not so happy childhood. Wo Xilin's method is to run away with one punch, she can't catch up with me, so she can only stand there helplessly and furious."

A love born out of a fight fit Palmer's style, and Burlog continued to listen.

"But this strategy doesn't work every time. Sometimes if you run slowly, you will be grabbed by the hem of your clothes by Woxilin and thrown to the ground, or you will be blocked by her and you will be punched and kicked.

In this way, it can be regarded as growing up from childhood to adulthood, and gradually become less hostile to each other, and will play together, and will 'comparison' if nothing happens. "

Palmer recalled all kinds of experiences in his childhood. He was still sleeping, and Wo Xilin slammed the door hard to wake himself up, and excitedly told himself what wrestling skills she had learned.

At this time, Palmer would give a few words of praise very perfunctorily, and then Woxilin would grab him and let Palmer experience this new wrestling technique for himself.

"Hate begets love?"

"You can't say that," Palmer thought about it carefully. "Actually, for a long time, I didn't treat Woxilin as a person of the opposite sex."

"why?"

"Have you ever seen a little girl who masters dozens of wrestling skills and laughs while throwing you?" Palmer's hands shook uncontrollably, and he added without beginning and end, "I I seldom cry."

"Oh, by the way, she's very androgynous, with short hair and a tall body," Palmer said, scratching his chest, "and she's pretty barren."

Burrog nodded, his indifferent expression could no longer be controlled, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time. He could only clenched his fists and controlled himself to listen instead of laughing out loud now.

"Then where did your transformation start? I mean, you started to regard her as the opposite sex, and you had a turning point in liking her."

"What? I told you about the reason. I have a big dog named Laika, and I ride it for nothing. One day, Laika was injured. The doctor said that Laika was old and he couldn't run anymore. , I toss it like this every day, it might get old faster.

I was very sad at the time, and I felt that my own willfulness accelerated the aging of Laika. Since then, I stopped riding Laika. In order to make up for it, I secretly went to the kitchen to give it food. "

Palmer took out the car keys from his pocket, and waved them in front of Burrogo's eyes. The sidecar motorcycle named Lycra was Palmer's favorite.

"My father saw my dejected appearance, so he bought me a motorcycle. I was still a child, and it was a bit difficult to operate, but this did not prevent me from continuing to run endlessly on the Fengyuan Highland.

But one day the motorcycle broke down, and I couldn’t fix it, so my father didn’t care. He couldn’t understand me riding a motorcycle every day. He thought I should spend my time studying.That was shortly after the coming-of-age ceremony, and I should have started to learn all kinds of extraordinary knowledge at that time, instead of running around having fun.

Woxilin said she could fix it. I don't know why she would fix this kind of thing, but it was broken anyway, so I let her try it, and then... I almost forgot about it later.

One day I realized that I hadn't seen Woxilin for a long time, so I went to find her..."

Palmer's voice became softer, and he squinted his eyes, as if all kinds of scenes from the past were close in front of him. Although in the autobiography, he was bruised all over by Woxilin, the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but rise at this moment.

"I clearly remember that it was a beautiful afternoon, there was no cloud in the sky, the bright sun fell without any cover, and the breeze carried the fragrance of the grass, blowing on my body, feeling very cool and comfortable.

Woxilin was sitting in the shadow of the corner. She was wearing a black vest and loose overalls. There were dark oil stains on her gloves. Some oil stains rubbed onto her face and mixed with sweat.

She fiddled with those parts and twisted the wrench vigorously. On her bare arms, the lines of the muscles were clearly visible, and both strength and slenderness coexisted.

At that time, I felt that I was not looking at Woxilin, but a leopard biting its prey..."

Palmer paused, with confused emotions in his eyes. Even after so many years, he still couldn't figure out the reason for his emotions. Fortunately, this didn't bother Palmer. Too lazy to figure it out.

"I felt that the emotions I had piled up towards Woxilin were released at that moment, like a bridge that exploded, collapsing section by section, unstoppable.

I fell in love with Woxilin and couldn't help it. "

Palmer drank the wine in the glass and slammed it on the table vigorously. The affectionate self-report was over. With a bit of pride and an attitude of seeking approval, he shouted at Burlogo.

"Girls who can fix motorcycles are so cool, aren't they?"

Burrog nodded vigorously, clinked glasses with Palmer, and Seri, who had been listening to the story, also cheered.

"To hell with this love story!"

Se Lei stepped on the bar counter, shaking the wine bottle vigorously, and white foam sprinkled everywhere.

On the way home after the carnival, Burlogo staggered on Palmer's shoulders.

"Did Woxilin fix the motorcycle in the end?"

Out of freakish thinking, Burlogo still cared about the fate of that motorcycle.

Palmer hiccups and complains, "She fixes a shitty motorcycle, she just thinks it'd be fun to take it apart."

Time goes back to the present.

Vorceline wrapped one arm around Palmer's neck, and Palmer was forced to snuggle beside her like a baby chicken.

It might be because we haven't seen each other for too long, Palmer blushed excitedly, stretched out his hand and patted Woxilin's arm gently, his body trembling non-stop.

"Oh, you're Borogo Lazarus, aren't you? Palmer talks about you a lot on the phone."

Vorcelyn smiled and held out her hand to Burrog.

"Verseline Fieldard."

Burrog responded kindly.

"Hello, I often hear Palmer mentioning you too."

After examining Woxilin up and down, at first Bologo only thought that Wuxilin was an overly beautiful man. After confirming Wuxilin's gender, an indescribable temperament lingered in Wuxilin's body.

Ice-cold, elegant, calm, and even a little... a sense of dominance?Like a queen of ice and stones.

In contrast, Burlogo doesn't think Palmer is the Queen's consort, but more like her favorite male favorite.

Oh yes, Palmer.

Burrog looked at Palmer under Woxilin's armpit, and saw that this guy's eyes had turned white because of being too excited, and he fell into a blissful faint.

"You're a lot more special than I thought," added Burlogo, "but I'm getting used to being extra special than I expected."

Everything in the wind source heights cannot be viewed with common sense, and Burlogo is deeply aware of this.

"Haha, you are so funny."

Woxilin raised her hand and slightly covered her lips, like a graceful lady.

(End of this chapter)