Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 391 may have

Tyres stared at the man with his chest ups and downs and his mood was unsettled.

"You care about them."

Tyres did not move: "Your father and brother."

The fast rope took a moment.

His look dimmed.

"Do you have a family? Tells?"

Tyres tightened his lips.

family.

An unspeakable taste spreads to my heart.

In those scattered memories, there is probably something.

But here...

The fast rope raised his eyebrows and remembered something.

"Sorry, I forgot," the fast rope waved under the dim light, revealing an apologetic smile: "Of course, this makes you the only heir, identity sensitive, and all parties pay attention."

Tyres nodded silently.

"But I have."

The smile of the fast rope slowly disappeared: "From the first day of sensibility, I was told: I have a great wise father, and a savvy brother."

"My father is very strict and very cold. As the monarch of the whole country of the dragon, he will always have unfinished government affairs and reasons that cannot be refuted."

"Brothers are very good, dazzling, bold and capable, and they have a lot of battles and prestige."

The fast rope moved his shoulders, his face sank in the darkness of the fire, and he did not discern his expression: "And I, the second son of King Nunn, the younger brother of Prince Suril..."

He was silent for a moment and then looked up.

"Tells, in the case of both father and brother are so outstanding, for the entire eighteen years, that poor second son can only live in their figure. I chase their footsteps, chase their world, no matter how much I have Efforts, no matter how good I perform in class, how many prey in the safari, how many prey in the hunting..."

The fast rope is gently stagnation.

Tyres stared at it, but he saw the fast rope smiled in disapproval.

"Until Kingskin told me..."

His eyes reflected the light, and the unspeakable emotions appeared inside.

"I am his younger brother. I was born to help and serve him." Suril is destined to become the Grand Duke of Longyan City, even King Exeter. I will honor him from the bottom of my heart, obey him, be loyal to him, be his Power and arms."

"I can only behave in a proper manner, and I will complete my own coursework, grow up, and become an adult. I will be a normal, flat, and unremarkable Northland nobility. This is enough."

The fast rope took a deep breath and there was a sensation in the tone.

"After growing up, as the younger brother of the future king, I will have a small piece of my own land, sealed out as a baron or even a viscount, with my own surname, my own family, bathed in the glory of the dragon gun branch, or as a marriage. The chess piece, under the watchful eyes of the king, married his wife, gave birth to a child, died, and died, waiting for future generations to write my name between the two genealogies."

"Any ruthless behavior is wrong. Any disrespectful thoughts are sinful. If I am too prominent and too abnormal, people will doubt whether there are distracting officials who secretly smother me."

Tyres looked at the fast rope and tried to imagine the Prince of Morar.

"This is my first half of my life," the fast rope returned to its original state, without feelings: "Or, I thought I would have a lifetime."

silence.

"But this has not continued," Tyler whispered in silence.

"The accident is always sudden."

The fast rope turned to him and his mouth was slightly raised.

"Yes, that's what you think," the former prince said faintly:

"Eighteen years ago, on the night before the war, I was taken out of the castle by Nie Lai and his guards in my sleep, and I belonged to me. I thought I would end up with a local land and return to Long Yao. city."

The eyes of the fast rope stagnate in the air, and the tone is empty.

"Suril is lying there."

Tyres sighed and remembered the eldest son of Nunn, who is among many people.

"Yes, that Suril, I used to admire, awe, let my self-defeating and resentful brother, so quietly lying in the hero hall, motionless, pale, gold coins covering his eyes, long sword grip In his palm."

"We are very different from each other, and there is nothing to say in peacetime, but I think that is the closest distance between us and the most unconnected contact."

The fast rope is sluggish: "On that day, the father who was once a heroic man was twenty years old. In the face of his second indifference and laissez-faire, he said a lot, from the power of the king to the relationship of the great men. The attitude towards the vassals, including the upcoming war... but I didn’t listen to it, and my mind was full of Suril’s pale face.”

"That night, I became the first heir."

Tyres sighed softly, and somehow he remembered the day he was recognized as the second prince of the Star Kingdom in the Palace of Renaissance.

"In the first ten years of your life, everyone has scolded you to be a obedient teenager who is obedient, not a little over the moment, and after one night, everyone turned their heads and forced you to become a hero. Wei Ming’s wise prince."

The words of the fast rope are dead, lifeless, with a touch of irony: "The fate of damnness, after I experienced doubts, envy, jealousy, resentment, pain, unwillingness and final abandonment and release, once again came to me in a dramatic way. On the body."

He sneered.

"But you know, I was in that seat, what did I see in that hell?"

Taylor looked up and looked straight into the eyes of the fast rope.

"Twisted." The former Prince Morar blushes and spits out the two words.

"Comkley Pfeiffer, who had no heart and lungs, grew up with me, and I didn't know when I started to become suspicious, I was very worried, and my speech was hidden and false." Road:

"I tried to approach him as a friend, but... Ever since Conkley's grandfather and father passed away, since he became a young grandson of the city, since I became the heir to Longyan, he looked into my eyes. There are more things that are unclear."

Tyres frowned, and Grandpa Pefitt appeared in front of his eyes in the final hysteria and painful confession of the duel.

"When my father beat him, I persuaded him. I took the initiative to ask for help to smack the city," the fast rope trembled slightly:

"But no matter how hard I try, how to express my sincerity and apology, how to assure him that I will definitely... Conkley's smile has no temperature."

"Hate, sorrow, madness, these are the things I can read from him. We can no longer drink as much as we used to."

His last words were full of desolate.

"As for Chaman Rumba, when I first saw him after the war, I understood."

Fast rope chuckled: "The calm and gentle past, the graceful Charman cousin, no longer exists. His eyes are only dead and painful, empty and indifferent, and there is only silence in his body. The black sand big man who cherishes the words like gold, as if the ghost of his loved ones is still over his head, for a long time."

"Every time I talk to him, I don't cry, either I am talking to the dead, or I am a dead person in his eyes."

Taylors remembered the black sand daddy who was flickering in the fire and clenched his fist.

"Twist, Tyres, twisted." The sound of the fast rope echoed.

"They were all distorted and captured, including my father and brother, Thales, who were captured by power, enslaved, lost."

Once the Prince Exeter coldly said: "In that chain, they become something else: indifferent tools, cold-blooded scum, suspicious tyrants, but they are no longer themselves."

Taylors stunned.

A long time ago, a certain conversation, re-emerged in his mind.

[What is really terrible and fearful is not the scourge. 】

[but ourselves]

[It is what we ordinary people... what it is like, how it is corrupted, and what kind of limit is sacrificed. 】

"Because if you want to enter this circle, Tells, and even climb to the top," the tone of the fast rope is rushing:

"The first thing to do is to bow down to the court, open your mind and body, let their world and ideas rule all of you, and make you look like you can't recognize yourself. Only then can you start playing this The game can only play well."

"I heard that you were brought back from the people, Tyres," the fast rope whispered, calling Teres back from meditation and ecstasy:

"Think carefully, what did you look like after you became a prince?"

“Can you still choose your own path? Follow your own mind?”

"After becoming a prince," the fast rope was like a sharp knife, straight into the heart of Tyres: "Are you still yourself, or Tyres?"

"Is it already... something else?"

"What have you got and what have you lost?"

Tyres listened quietly.

[Monty, you know, I suddenly found out that I... I almost can't recognize you. 】

[Ha ha ha ha, thorns ... is more than you, many times, I looked at the man in the mirror, I can't recognize who he is. 】

Thinking of this, he subconsciously fastened the JC dagger behind his waist.

The dagger that came out of the waste house.

His once.

His past.

A few seconds later, Tyres calmed and shook his head.

"I don't know." He said hard.

"What do you say?"

The fast rope smiled.

"Like you," the former prince knocked on the wall and leaned stiffly: "I don't know."

"But I know... how will this end?"

The eyes of the fast ropes are gathered together and there is a god.

"I don't know how Suril died, and no one told me what the sly hunting was all about, but since I became the **** heir, I think I understand: Suril is destined to welcome him. The end of the."

"Not because of an individual, a conspiracy, an accident, but because he is sitting in this position, and because Suril is born in this way, in which he is a cold and ambitious sign is a sign. He is accustomed to moving forward in the darkness, swaying in the tricks, going back and forth in politics, waving swords on the battlefield, climbing the snowy peaks in the winds of the Dragon Kingdom... then he will die one day, or late. Early, not this time, or next time, his lifestyle will come back one day and devour his life."

Taylors took a deep breath.

Come back and swallow life.

The death of the crow evaluation of Suril's words is still vivid, but the words of the fast rope let him have more understanding.

"This has nothing to do with your strength, Teres. On the contrary, the more power you have, the greater the power, the tighter the lock, the deeper the hoop, the more you can't break free."

The fast rope looked at him coldly: "Like our father."

"Like now Chaman Rumba."

The room was quiet again.

A corpse and two people with special identities are just like this, relatively silent under the moonlight and the lights.

"That's it?"

A moment later, Taylors opened his mouth.

“This is why you changed?”

"Is all the reason for your departure?"

Tyres loosened the dagger behind his waist and sighed: "Whether it is King Nunn or Pefitte, when they tell me your story, there is always a girl involved."

The fast rope is slightly moving.

He left the wall and sat unconsciously.

"If it was heard from them," there was a rare smile on the face of the fast rope without a haze: "Probably nothing good."

Tyres raised his eyebrows: "So?"

The fast rope first paused, and then looked at the star prince with a strange look, the tone was deep and soft.

"Thales, you are not old, but... Have you ever loved someone, or have you been loved by someone?"

Just listen to the fast rope and say: "Sometimes, the feelings of Qinglan are more memorable."

Tyres just wanted to shake his head.

But at that moment, he remembered a voice.

It was a soft and nice female voice that only appeared in the debris.

【what? Love comes from scams? Excited to say...]

His body was stiff and stopped his move of shaking his head.

[Then we are now stealing...]

Every time that appeared, he made him unconsciously tremble and painful.

He could never remember the voice of his master's name.

she was?

Tyres trembled slightly.

"Maybe," Taylors subconsciously nodded in the middle of the sigh: "Maybe."

she was.

The moonlight fell into the house, as if to gently touch the two silent people.

The fast rope saw the prince for a long time, and finally showed a slight smile.

"that's nice."

The fast rope picked up his arms and took his eyes back from the body of Taylors, looking at the moonlight outside the window.

"Whether someone is concerned or is concerned about it..."

Just listen to him faintly:

"It's all a kind of happiness."

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P.S. I heard that the comic book of the same name in "The Blood of the Kingdom" was put on the line. You may wish to pay more attention to Tencent's anime (exposing the front teeth, smirking).

The Lantern Festival has arrived, and the single dog is abused, but not too much?

By a careful look, no sword

P.S. I heard that the comic book of the same name in "The Blood of the Kingdom" was put on the line. You may wish to pay more attention to Tencent's anime (exposing the front teeth, smirking). Also, there are quite a lot of changes in the previous chapter. App readers may wish to re-download them in the catalog.

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