Fantasia of the Sky

Chapter 1151 The General’s Son 4
"All of this...was all done by Disterrell?" The general's son couldn't believe it, "Although I can't find any contradictions, but..."

"But you still don't want to believe it!" Night Breeze said angrily, "There's no other reason, it's just that you don't want to admit that your judgment was wrong! That fellow Disterrell is just sneaking up and plotting behind the scenes Trick, but you put all the responsibility on the phantom who is running around for the peace of the surface!"

"I...I'm not! I don't!" The general's son wanted to refute, but he was a little confused.

"I can't even believe what you said!" Night Breeze took a step forward, and the volume was amplified a lot: "Why are you looking for Huanmeng instead of Disterrell? You are afraid, right? How much is Disterrell?" Powerful, how cruel, you know it very well, right? You are just afraid that you will die in vain, and die a miserable death, right!?"

"That's not the case..." Under Night Breeze's continuous questioning, the general's son had already lost the strength to resist.

"That's why you only dare to assassinate Huanmeng!" Night Breeze bent down, his tone almost scolding: "You know Huanmeng can't kill people! You know that even if you are caught, you won't necessarily be killed! You know that even if the assassination fails, Huanmeng won't kill anyone!" I will excuse you!"

"No...not..." The general's son put his head in his hands and lost the courage to look at Night Breeze.

"You want to vent your anger of losing everything, but you can't find any target! So, you choose to assassinate Huanmeng! If you can kill Huanmeng, you can let it go, right!?" Night Breeze continued He asked loudly, "Have you grown your head? The culprit of this kind of thing is a dream? Are you still a man? If you can't deal with Disterrell, move your target to a little girl!?"

The general's son had been so scolded that he lost the will to resist, and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

"A person like you who only knows how to use the people's anointing on the surface to make dominion, but doesn't know how to use his brain at all, is the real moth on the surface." Night Breeze said, spitting at the general's son's side : "Your face is dirty with my saliva! If a person like you is killed, it is a blessing on the surface, saving air and food!"

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." The general’s son couldn’t stand the repeated insults, so he lay down on the ground and cried bitterly.

"It's really spineless." Night Breeze let out a heavy sigh and ignored him.

Huanmeng still looked at that person with pity in his eyes—many people thought that being pitied was an insult, a false concern from the superior to the subordinate; but now, the general's son could only feel the pity Try to gain a little bit of strength to hold yourself up.

Phil and Han Jiang also don't want to look at him more—although he is indeed pitiful, but his stupidity prevents them from giving him sympathy—most importantly, he wants to kill Huanmeng.

Huanmeng has been waiting, waiting for that person to stop crying - he probably needs to vent.

After a while, the crying finally gradually stopped.

"Do you still want to die?" Huanmeng asked in a low voice.

The general's son didn't look up—he didn't seem to have the courage yet.He just faced the ground and shook his head slowly.

(End of this chapter)