Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 195 Ice Cold

In the long-lost sleep, he seems to have returned to the bizarre world.

There, the girl with a vague but soft voice, rarely hugged him from behind, and made a low voice:

"What, very sad?"

He put on the computer and smiled bitterly: "No, this result is expected... maybe I am not good enough."

He bowed his head and was somewhat frustrated: "You know, their demands are high..."

"It doesn't matter," the gentle voice whispered in his ear. "I have a way to make this less sad."

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders: "Oh?"

"Because there is still a more sad thing waiting for you."

He blinked and some were unclear.

Just listen to her gentlely:

"let's break up."

He was trembled.

The girl behind did not speak.

He turned his head stiffly: "What?"

"Well, you didn't get it wrong, because you are failing now," she said faintly: "So, I want to break up with you."

His brain stopped working, just staring at her vague face and stunned.

"Why... why?"

The voice behind it sighed: "Okay, that's it."

He breathed awkwardly, some were unacceptable, and he wanted to defend what he thought, but he felt a little redundant.

she was……

Just at this time.

"it is good!"

The voice snorted and laughed happily.

"Now is ten seconds after we broke up - I announced that we are compounded!"

"Hey! Let me introduce my new boyfriend: Wu Haoren!"

His mind is a bit turning.

what?

But after a few seconds, his heart beat again.

He gasped and looked at her in amazement: "You..."

"How, compared with the pain just being shackled, isn't it so sad?"

"When you encounter setbacks, you should cherish ‘裆下’ ah’ 裆 ’ !!” The voice snorted and sighed in his ear, making him tickle: “My name is **, don’t thank me.”

He is a little dumb.

The voice was happy and said: "Very good. If you have another cup in the future, I will continue to comfort you!"

He took a deep breath and shouted angrily: "Dead woman!"

"Can you not have such a serious breakup compound, break up and make a joke together!"

"I will be really good!"

Behind the back came the touch of the chin.

"Oh, what is this," the master of the voice poked his back with his chin, and said loudly: "You don't know, there is a serial author on the Internet. When the story reaches a climax, it will not move. Write a 'full book', say that you have finished, and then update the next chapter without a word, and insist that you are writing a new book - that is why Dengfeng is extremely good!"

"Then you don't want to learn him, okay..."

In the memory, the voice smiled very happy.

His voice is full of anger and anger, as well as relief.

Finally, the voice stopped playing.

She lazily squatted on his back and hugged his chest.

"Hey, Huanren, don't be afraid," she said quietly. "No matter what happened."

"I am covering you with me."

He lowered his head and closed his eyes.

"Ah, I know."

"You have covered me."

The voice didn't speak, just hugged his arm a little tighter.

But in the next second, everything in the dream is like the reflection of the water, and it is shattered by the sudden waves!

The girl disappeared in front of his eyes.

In doubt, there was a cold and unpleasant female voice in his ear, the tone was low, and there was an inexplicable emotion that made people look upside down:

"I look at you."

"I warned you!"

The next moment, Tyres wakes up from his sleep!

He gasped with a big mouth, the voice...

That voice!

Just then, one hand hit his shoulder.

Teres turned his head indefinitely.

It is Gu.

A man who just woke him up from his sleep.

The Far East man was kneeling beside him, looking at him with a look of disappointment, standing next to his slick little slick.

"Wake up, the prince of the stars," the owner of the butcher shop said faintly: "The person you are looking for is coming."

"So fast?" Tyres forced his spirits and temporarily suppressed the scene in his dreams. He blinked and climbed from the cold ground.

"He has a lot of roads, so he didn't spend much time," Gu stood up and shook his head: "And he came to pick you up."

Taylors stunned.

He licked his head and woke up from the recent difficulties.

"He came to pick me up?"

Tyres and the little slicker, following Gu’s gesture, followed him out of the door of the butcher’s shop.

On the empty, unmanned street, there is a two-wheeled carriage with a carriage, which is transparent and cheap glass.

The leader on the carriage bowed his head with respect and respect, and the carriage stood next to a middle-aged aristocrat with a golden horsetail, who spit out a sigh of relief.

"His Royal Highness, thank God!"

"Thank you for your help." Tyres nodded.

"Time is tight, please get on the train immediately," the middle-aged aristocrats apparently breathed a sigh of relief after seeing him. He took off his hat and bowed to Tyres: "We experienced a wave of patrols after entering the reclamation area. The team’s cross-examination, although acting very much, I dare to swear that it’s definitely not a patrol in the city, they are not even locals...”

Tyres nodded and his face was dignified: "Of course, they are from the black sand collar - the Lombard plan has been around for a long time."

At the mouth of the middle-aged aristocrats, Tyres looked at the carriage.

"It's too conspicuous," Tyres frowned. "Carriage? Transparent glass? Can we go out? And we have to go back to the Palace of Heroes..."

The middle-aged aristocrat digested the news of Tells and then raised his head to answer the prince's question.

"I used the name of the Shanliu City Caravan, and urgently unloaded important goods from the area, plus the franchise order that I had given me before..."

The nobleman raised his cane and knocked on the wheel of the carriage: "And I happened to know a commander who was collecting money, got through some joints, and went out from the blockade line he managed. He would close one eye and not close it. Some news is coming out..."

"As for the glass, please rest assured that this is a special carriage. You can only see me from the outside glass, you can't see the rear, and you can hide in the dark box if necessary."

Tyres looked at the carriage and exhaled.

"Then let's go." He looked up and looked at the blond aristocrat from Commas:

"The Marquis of Shrez."

Slyless nodded. He opened the door and stared at the little slick behind Hiles.

"This is?" He narrowed his eyes.

The little slicker shrank a little bit with fear.

"My maid, saved my life on the road, can't leave her." Taylors was quiet.

"Very good, then we said on the road," Slyes no longer asked: "I also need to listen to you to explain what happened."

Tyres and the little slicker boarded the carriage of Sly's, and Slythes sat in front of them, and they hid in the space behind him, and couldn't see it outside the car.

Just as the door closed, Tyres poked his head out: "Thank you anyway, Mr. Gu,"

The Far East man looked at him with a strange look, showing an inexplicable smile.

"Don't thank me," Gu smashed his hand and smiled mysteriously: "Thank you for Kaslan, thank you for the six and a half breads that he gave me..."

"enough."

Gu turned and walked to his own butcher shop.

Six and a half.

It turned out to be the case.

Tyres smiled.

The door is closed and the carriage starts.

Slys looked at Gu's figure and disappeared behind the door. He frowned. "How do you relate to the famous information dealer of Longyan City?"

"accident."

Tyres briefly said: "A lucky accident."

Now, I have to deal with the business.

The carriage drove past a section of the street.

He looked up and looked at the Marquis of Stiles in front:

"Please tell me, the Yingling Palace, and other urban areas, still in Longyan City, still in the hands of the Walton family?"

Marquis Slyles frowned. "Before I entered the squatter area, everything went from the White Blade Guard, the court guards to the patrols and even the officials."

"Of course, the king led the team to leave the palace, the disasters raged and the dragons came back, so that some guests - including the Grand Dukes - were emotionally unstable, but the Prime Minister of Brisbane tried to stabilize them."

"But," he said, turning his voice and whispering: "My eyeliner in the hall of order, and the channels of my colleagues tell me: Your Majesty has never appeared, and there is no order to pass it out. Only the sporadic White Blade Guard is resisting. After the disaster, but nothing happened..."

"From the Chief Vindicator to the General Order Office, I was anxious. Not long ago, the Prime Minister was still discussing whether to ignore the King’s ban and send a large number of patrols into the shield."

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, the Palace of the Spirit and the Dragon City are generally safe?"

“Safety? I’m suspicious after meeting those patrols.” Slys shook his head and worried: “First of all, you have to tell me what happened after the disaster was raging in the shield? What?"

"And how did you appear here?"

Tyres took a deep breath, and he looked back at the Marquis of Stiles, literally:

"Nun King was stabbed, he died."

Slyss was in the same place, his expression changed subtly, with the bumpy carriage going up and down.

"The murderer is a man named Surito, and the person who hires him is Lombard." Tyres silently finished his words.

The little slicker looked at them with a sly look.

"So, it seems that this is true." Half a sigh, Slys came back. He rubbed his gloves and cane and subconsciously said: "The king is dead."

"Exeter... it’s going to be messy."

"Liquor mine contract..." Marquis de Slydes looked at his cane with ecstasy, seemingly calculating the gains and losses in an emergency.

Taylors was silent and did not speak.

Soon, the carriage drove out of the area of ​​the reclamation area. In the Longyancheng street where the curve was turning, a roadblock consisting of patrol soldiers and refusal horses was entered.

Taylor looked nervously at the leader and talked with the leader of the order, and stuffed a letter of paper and a purse into his hand.

The order officer glanced at the glass of the carriage, and the Marquis of Sleece greeted him friendly.

The carriage was smoothly released.

It was only a sigh of relief that Tyres, who was dying with the little slicker, was exhaled.

"Don't worry," Slythes smiled stiffly. "The merchants have a lot of ways to go and it works. It's not a problem to get these guys at the bottom."

The people around the carriage began to get more.

There are people everywhere who are whispering, or describe them as wolverines, or they are ragged on the streets. Many good-hearted people give up food supplies and give them to the poor people who live on the streets.

“These are all evacuated residents who have been homeless for hours—at least not until the king’s ban expires,” said the Marquis of Shles, shaking his head. “Of course, I heard that, Compared with those in the shield area..."

But at this time, a huge buzz suddenly came out of the window!

I saw a man running anxiously from the street, screaming and screaming.

Both Tyres and Slyley frowned and looked at each other in amazement.

The crowd began to gather together and followed the figure of the man.

The surrounding arguments grew louder and louder, and soon became a paradox.

Immediately, the mood of the crowd began to get out of control, and some people sullenly screamed, some were in hysteria, and some were screaming in anger.

Their carriage had to slow down.

Soon, the man disappeared into the crowd.

But people didn't disperse, they still gathered together in a circle, and they used their big tricks to discuss them in twos and threes. There was no lack of excitement and even a big hit.

The character of the northern people is unobstructed.

"What's wrong?" The ominous premonition hit the heart of Tells.

"I don't know," Marquis de Sleece replied solemnly: "But we will know."

So, at the next street, Marquis Slythe stopped the carriage.

Under his instructions, a patrol soldier who maintained order and was arguing with his peers emotionally, was invited by the deaf to the carriage.

Marquis Slyes opened the door halfway and poked his head out.

"I am from Commas, a partner of Nunn," the blond ponytail noble handed out a silver coin, releasing a friendly smile: "Can you ask what has just happened?"

The soldier seemed to have just experienced a fierce debate, only to see him gasping, looking at the silver coins in his hand, a slight glimpse.

He looked up again and saw the golden wheat and dagger marks on the carriage.

"This adult, such a big thing," the soldier eased his excitement. After he came back, he seemed to be somewhat cautious and stuttering: "You, you still don't know..."

"So I need you to confuse," Marquis de Slyles pulled out a silver coin and said gently: "Choose what you know."

The soldier looked at the silver coin in his hand and subconsciously put it in his pocket.

"This is the case," the soldier finished his armor, shook his head, exhaled, and his face became a bit ugly: "Your Majesty, Nunn is assassinated!"

Sly's face changed in a timely manner.

"What happened? How do you know?"

Teres was hiding behind the Marquis, clenching his teeth and listening silently.

"Listen to people," the soldier looked at the Marquis' reaction, as if he was encouraged, and the words began to flow smoothly: "The entire Longyan city is passing, the murderer, the murderer..."

Taylor was shocked.

Marquis Slyley frowned. "Who is the murderer?"

"It’s those imperial people!" The soldier raised his head and screamed: "They want to cause civil strife in Exeter!"

The words of the soldiers became more and more indignant, with anger and hatred in their tone: "The **** empire, the prince of the stars from the south... they collude with the disaster, and secretly ambush the man and the assassin in the shield..."

"The dog hybrids of those stars!"

"They murdered the co-same King!"

Slys sighed silently.

Behind him, in the horror of the little slick, Tyres leaned against the carriage and gasped.

The bottom of my heart is cold.

(End of this chapter)