Exploding favorite waste material concubine: Evil King, don't be arrogant!

Chapter 1180

Since the day they first met, he has shouldered the responsibility of the masked lord, and has been playing the role of Norman until now. There is no one else but Di Yue himself.It's really unpredictable, but Norman, the second-generation masked lord, has just officially graduated.

But now, with alarming speed, the man being carried on the stretcher was wearing a very familiar mask.

"Wait a minute, Flynn, who is that guy!? Who is that man—!?"

Could it be that there is already a third generation who has chosen to inherit this title?
When Di Yue chased a group of people to enter the house, a young woman said to her among the crowd gathered in the corridor watching: "Oh, you danced with that lady, right?"

"What relationship do you have with that lady...?"

"What are you talking about?"

"It's just..."Relationship" Luo, I mean the relationship of affairs, infidelity, and underground love."

Although she deliberately lowered the volume, she repeated it three times in a row to emphasize the tone.

"No, that's right, it must be that kind of relationship. After all, the lady is very beautiful, so it is not surprising to have one or two lovers. You are so lucky, I want to congratulate you first, maybe You have a chance to become her real husband."

She had no idea that she was disguised as a man, and she continued to boast and spread rumors and gossip.

"Listen to me, didn't her husband Norman win the final battle with great difficulty? Although he won the championship in the end, he was also injured, wasn't he? It seems that his injury worsened and he finally fell down. The critical situation where the gods of death are fighting."

"Fall down—!?"

Wait a minute, isn't that Norman? If so, who is wearing the mask?
"Flynn!"

Di Yue hurried into the room and closed the door to prevent the secret from leaking out.At this time, the eight eyes of Fulin, Aisha, An Lei and Xiaofeng all focused on Di Yue.

"How could there be any Norman other than her on the brink of death?"

"Shhh!"

The four raised their index fingers together.As for the masked man, he still looked very painful, but the place where he rolled in pain was not the neck that Di Yue injured in the final, but his knee.

Aisha patted the snow off her shoulders and said with a mischievous expression: "We need noble human remains. To be precise, they are coffins, so everyone worked together to perform this play. As for him..."

The actor who played Norman was still writhing in pain on his bed.

"His realistic acting skills are really rare."

"That's right."

An Lei was already stunned, as if he couldn't agree with this novel operation of deceiving children.

"He slipped in the snow and hurt his knee. The middle-aged soldier took off the socks he had worn for three days. That's what we used to gag him."

"Well!"

What a horrible and easy gag, the situation is hardly different from torture, and it's no wonder he can act so realistically.

"So, that person is going to pretend to be dead next..."

"Exactly."

"I……"

The young man who played the role of a seriously ill patient begged in unintelligible words.

"I……"

"Ah-ah-I got it, I got it, you need painkillers, right? Then you want us to remove the gag for you, right?"

After taking off the mask, he found that the other party was a very ordinary-looking young man.Neither has the long hair that a regular soldier should have, nor does he have a serious face that can go to the battlefield at any time.On the contrary, he exudes the temperament of an artist, and he seems to be a handsome guy who can eat well among older women.

(End of this chapter)