Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 549: Better

"Ank Bailar!"

Amidst the chaos, Taylor's voice sounded clearly throughout the hall.

The Duke's opening was clearly full and the entire ballroom was quiet.

Anker's sword stopped between Old Doyle's neck, leaving only the baron's tense pant.

Thiers pushed away his subconsciously to stop his Majorus, and stood out in a crowd, speaking at the second place next to the king:

"Your words, your story, your encounter, the entire Mindith Hall has been heard."

He sternly:

"Isn't that enough?"

For the first time, Anke raised his head, face to face with the heirs of the kingdom without interference and obstruction.

"So, Your Highness, will you, like everyone else, use unjustifiable excuses to obstruct the justice you deserve?"

"So your past, your reputation, including your opening remarks, are all lies?"

Majoros and Vogel glanced at each other, and only exchanged concerns and scruples.

Thiels felt that at this moment, the whole audience was focusing on him without any concealment.

Whether it is the guardian dukes like Jane, Gust, or Vaal.

Or Viscount Adrian, Madam Eleanor and other stars, and noble leaders.

Or lords and new nobility like Count Godwin and Viscount Connie.

As well as distinguished guests of all kinds and professions, including soldiers, officials, line leaders, etc.

Their eyes were like giant stones, pressing on his vocal cords.

It seemed as if he wanted to offset the respect and respect he received at the banquet.

Damn it.

"I am not a judge and have no right to define justice."

Tyers frowned, looking at the stark and deadly eyes:

"But your actions today are enough to shock the world."

"But it's just a way out."

Anke breathed snorting.

"Killing lives may be fascinating."

Tyers glanced around, trying to keep his voice still in a changing voice:

"But if the listener comes only for the sake of wonder, it is not helpful to listen."

A buzz sounded from the crowd.

"And be willing to fall!"

Taylor screamed:

"Even if you can avoid the bitter fruit for a while, you will be desolate in the end and you will not regret it."

Anke turned his head and looked at Old Doyle shivering under his sword.

He smiled.

"His Royal Highness, as rumored, your resignation is sharp, and I can hardly argue."

"It's no wonder that in the barren and dangerous north, you can protect the dignity of the stars."

Anker's gaze was sharp:

"But I'm not here to listen to you."

"I'm seeking revenge."

"Then trust me, put down your arms and leave it to a fair verdict," Thales struggled to maintain the majesty of the Duke of Star Lake:

"No need to resort to lynching, it hurts people."

He straightly said:

"A lack of fair revenge is tantamount to despicable murder."

Vogel behind was talking to Mallos, but Taylor didn't understand.

Anke looked around subconsciously, and was slightly confused in the rumors of the banquet.

Until he looked back at the Duke, and looked at the latter with unwillingness and questioning.

"murder."

Anke stared at Taylors for a moment.

"Murder? Fair?"

He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling:

"No, Your Highness Taylor, no."

"My father hugged his weapon tightly, regretted his ancestors and bloodlines, died on the bed, and died in the handed down land, and I did n’t even have time to bury him. Today I can stand in front of you. "

He growled:

"That's murder!"

"Where is his justice?"

Under his sword, Baron Doyle interposed tremblingly:

"I didn't do anything. Your father died of his own illness ..."

Anke turned his head sharply, scaring the baron's words back to his stomach:

"After you take everything from him!"

"Before you use the meanness of the merchant," Anker hissed.

"After driving him to nowhere!"

Thiers reached down and stopped Mallorce from sending someone back to the team.

Anke roared:

"You guys, open your eyes and see, this trap and shame are like murder!"

The crowd exploded.

The discussion was getting more and more chaotic, but the focus of the discussion was different.

Baron Doyle shivered, seeing the situation was unfavorable, and struggled to speak out:

"Your father has no money, so I lend. He mortgages the land, and I take it ..."

D.D was so nervous that he watched his father defend himself under the restraint of Glover:

"Your people have no work to do, no food to eat, I will pay labor, pay wages, what's wrong with this?"

"This is the normal operation of the lords. You should open your eyes and see how many years ..."

Old Doyle closed his eyes and tried not to look at the sword that made him fear:

"The whole kingdom, from the center to the blade, whether in the East China Sea or the South Bank ..."

"Where is it not?"

As soon as this remark was made, the crowd made a noise.

Count Godwin worked hard to maintain order, with little success.

Tyers frowned fiercely.

And Anke, who held the baron's life, was even more angry:

"Damn, Xihuang isn't!"

His roar shook the entire Mindith Hall:

"Born me and raises my crow town, not even more!"

The noise of the guests was getting louder, and the guards had to work harder to re-separate those who were standing closer.

Until the Duke's seat in the distance, Gustave Nantrist opened his sharp eyes.

"Neither is the cliff."

He looked at Val Yalund in shackles, under the guard of the Royal Guard, still drinking and drinking, apparently in a good mood:

"And the north."

The Duke of Cyclops sighed loudly, and the words passed into everyone's ear:

"In the past, the entire kingdom was not."

The stars of the Seven Stars had different expressions, and Lord Jon raised his eyebrows with a funny look.

Thiers clenched his fists and glared at the flaming Cliff Ruler.

But Gustad just looked at him from afar and shook his head slightly.

Confused Taylor.

The voices of the guests slowly quieted down, leaving more indescribable dignity and caution.

Encouraged, Anke's eyes renewed hope.

"Yes!"

Little Bailar clasped the baron's shoulders, and the sword reached his head:

"Don't you empathize with this trip!"

Seeing himself in trouble, Baron Doyle had to shut up obediently.

"Damn, he was prepared."

In the rear, Vogel watched the changes in the guests' expressions, anxious:

"He turned this case into a confrontation between His Majesty and the West, Central and Local."

But Majoros just shook his head.

Knowing that he couldn't let the situation develop, his reprimand resounded throughout the hall:

"Then prove it!"

"Ank Bailar, if you think you are doing the right thing, then prove it to me: You are here for the justice of your father, not just for the pleasure and self-satisfaction of the moment."

Anke looked back at the Duke of Xinghu.

"Pleasure and satisfaction?"

The holder took a deep breath:

"I came here because I believe in you, His Highness Taylor."

With a movement in Thiers' mind, he cautioned:

"I?"

Anke showed a respectful look, kneeling on one knee, without leaving the shoulder blade of Baron Doyle with his left hand:

"Yu Private, Your Highness."

"Your adoptive father, Lord Mann, was born in Xihuang and served His Majesty faithfully for many years."

"My father and his classmates served him in the same class. They fought side by side in the desert war and had a deep friendship."

Tyres had a short breath.

"And the Bailar family has been born and died for you and set the way for your return."

"You calmed down the soldiers of the Bladefang Dunes, and their reputation spread to the West, and it became a beautiful talk."

Anker's eyes burned:

"The legendary wings are around, the four-eyed skull is presented with a sword, and the Croma family is a gift from thousands of troops. It is the prestigious Black Soul Fortress, which is not far away.

The guests' voices rose again, and for the first time, many people heard such "first-hand" hearings.

Tyers didn't move, only sighed in his heart.

He just discovered that the weight of the sword given by Falkenhautz was indeed unusual.

"Yugong, Your Highness."

"You have gone north for six years, and sacrificed yourself to protect your people."

"When you protect the dignity of the kingdom, no one in the Yankees dare to attack it."

Listening to these words, Taylor felt the discomfort of the countless people looking back and forth between him and Anke.

"You witnessed the adventure and witnessed Exeter's most legendary throne replacement."

"The Yankees see you as a hatred, but the Stars serve you like a hero."

Anke grew more excited, and his voice became hoarse at last:

"His Royal Highness, your glorious deeds in the north have proved that you are the rare new wind in the kingdom-you are the great empire, the last blood in this inherited kingdom."

"Everyone is looking forward to your return."

"including me."

"With my father."

As soon as the remarks came out, the discussion revived.

But clever people are silent and keep silent.

The only thing that was consistent was that everyone looked at the Duke of Xinghu.

Where no one could see, Thiers clenched his fists.

In Exeter, in Longxiao City, under the fence, people in the North looked at his eyes either full of hatred and hostility, or the vigilance and disdain with complete etiquette. Nicolai, the dead face, was the representative of the former, and the regent of Resbane The latter manifestation, Long Xiaocheng ministers are even more unscrupulous.

That taste is not good.

For six years, Thales preferred to be alone in the library or somewhere in the Palace of Spirits, reading, sleeping, or even in a daze, even Wyatt sent 20 meters away.

He used to think that would be bad enough.

but.

At this moment, when Thales was standing in the Mindice Hall, standing on his own land, facing his fellow citizens, and feeling countless people mixed with expectations, worship, caution and even inquiry ...

"Do not."

Vogel faintly felt the problem was serious and whispered:

"His Royal Highness is the heir to the throne, belongs to the Royal Star family, and is the representative of the Fuxing Palace."

"But after all, he is not His Majesty, not a King, and not the official ruler of the Kingdom."

Mallos nodded, then shook his head:

"But he is also the head of the Mindis Hall, the Duke of Xinghu who has the right to assist in the administration of the country."

"And he has just returned to the country. He is both famous and unfounded, and easily manipulated."

The vigilance in the eyes of watchmen cannot be increased:

"That's why they came to him."

The deputy guard turned his head:

"they?"

Mallorse didn't speak.

Listening to their private conversation, Taylor was even more solemn.

"Duke Taylor!"

Anke glanced out loudly and said:

"I fell under this sword, and complicity with him ..."

He reached out with his dagger, forcing the old baron who had just taken the opportunity to breathe two times, angrily:

"They violated the" Holy Stars "Act signed by John I of" Black Eyes "for the end of the 50-year calendar and set up a conspiracy to murder hereditary nobles with the title of Baron!"

Tyers brow!

"They have violated the" Fuji Law "established by the 340 Jackal Sumei III, and they are personally accepted and accepted by many people, besides the orthodox feudal Bailar family."

Facing hundreds of people, Anker angered:

"They disregarded the" Crowner "Elland III ’s" King Tax Act "of 414, carrying the king and lord, concealing production and evading taxes!"

"Holy Star Law", "Fuji Law", "King Tax Law" ...

Thiels clenched his fists.

Damn, these ordinances, some he only knows the title, and some Gilbert have time to teach.

In the debate, Vogel looked unhappy:

"The situation is clear, and it is really prepared."

He took a step forward and whispered behind Taylor:

"His Royal Highness, no matter what he says, you must stand now, in line with Your Highness and the Fuxing Palace ..."

But Mallos was expressionless and interrupted him:

"Do not."

Vogel looked back in surprise.

On the other side, Anker's voice continued to shake the hall:

"They violated the" General Rule of Official Selection "of‘ Mighty King ’Mindius III for 512 years, disrespecting local customs, interfering in the autonomy of towns and cities, and bribing the servants of the king!”

He stared at the Duke of Xinghu, who remained calm:

"They defied your grandfather, the" Land of Measure "issued by‘ King of the King ’Eddie II in 655, rented in different places, transferred privately, and defiled the sacred land!”

"They even blatantly despised the" Emergency Control Order "that your father passed for the desert war 11 years ago and is still in effect at the border, illegally exporting the strategic food and cargo from the West Famine to the desert and Exeter!

Baron Doyle's face grew ugly, his face unbelievable.

General Rules for Official Selection, Land Order, Emergency Control Order ...

In the face of an increasingly noisy crowd, Taylor felt bad.

This has far exceeded the knowledge he has given in these months.

Behind the prince, Mallorce's voice sounded slightly.

"Doyle is the seven star servant under the seat of the Revival Palace, and Bailar is the local vassal under Falkenhaus."

"Doyle is a deep-rooted old aristocrat with a long history," the watchman looked pale, but his words were heavy:

"Bilal is a new nobleman who started as a war, just over a century ago."

Vogel's gaze moved.

"Doyle used merchants as a means, resorted to new methods such as market contracts, annexed land, changed ownership ..." Mallorce continued:

"And Bailar cited the" Land Order "and other kings' political statutes to defend themselves, just to keep the old land closed and maintain the old legal system."

Vogel reacted, and he looked at Mallorce unbelievably.

Majoros looked back at him and nodded:

"Doyle was far away from the political center, and only after the return of His Royal Highness Thales did he try to cling to the royal family."

"And Bailar boldly crossed the Duke of Xihuang and went straight to Yongxing City, asking the Kingdom Central to decide local affairs."

After the royal guards thought about it, under the sudden change of Qi Qi's face, Mallos sighed gently:

"Can you imagine how many people, things, and interests are involved here?"

"Who on earth represents the central government and who represents the locality? Who is the new order and who is the old jurisprudence? Who is maintaining Wang Zheng and who is subverting the kingdom?"

"Is anyone clear?"

Majoros looked at Anke, who was standing in the middle of the hall, yelling at his enemies.

"This is no longer as simple as choosing one."

"Old and new, monarchs, fathers and sons, central and local governments, fiscal and land tax laws, governance methods, and countless factors are among them.

Tyres listened to his captain's words, only to feel his body stiffer.

"Any choice and treatment is a trade-off. It's hard to be complete. Just like flour and sand, you can't keep it alone."

"This is far more typical than typical."

The watchman's face was covered again with dignity, no longer calm.

"People who set up this trap, whoever it is," Mallorce said softly:

"It's all ruthless."

In the middle of the hall, in a mess, Anke slowly got up and stood upright.

As if at this moment, he is the master of the entire hall.

"You, their gods are not forgiven, their crimes are unreasonable, their actions shake the throne rule, the foundation of the kingdom!"

The captive paused for a moment and turned to stare at Taylor.

"But you are right, Your Highness."

Anke reconciled the despair and frustration in his eyes, replaced by perseverance and decisiveness.

"Please rest assured that I will not commit murder at your banquet," Anke drew the blade away from the old baron's shoulders, and relieved the latter:

"That's not the ethics of the Bailars."

Thiers solemnly:

"what are you doing then?"

"What else do you want?"

"I said, Your Royal Highness," Anke smiled with a world-wide smile:

"revenge."

"Or you said it was fair."

Thiels jumped in his heart.

Behind him, Mallorce turned quickly:

"Is the returnee sent to the Renaissance Palace rewarded? What about Prime Minister Coulomb? What about Earl Casso? Or Lord Joco Mann? Any adults in the Imperial Conference? The situation can only be endorsed by them ...

The guards looked at each other, but Vogel shook his head gloomily:

"Earl Cassow left the field early, and the Chancellor of the Treasury went with him, and the Prime Minister was the earliest one."

"Again ..."

Even if your Majesty is here ...

Vogel closed his mouth and held the next sentence in his heart.

"I can't just listen to your side and make a verdict here."

Tyres spoke hard, maintaining the dignity of the royal family, the Duke decent, and taking into account the emotions of each other, expecting him not to stab his throat in anger:

"All I see is you ..."

Anke looked up suddenly and interrupted him.

"No, Your Highness, no."

His smile became bright and open-minded, like a lost traveler who found a way out in the desert:

"I know, I understand, you are in a high position, you have a lot of scruples, and you also carry the hope of the whole kingdom. I can't and won't force you to take the lead for me, and make you dilemma.

Anke lowered his head and looked at the old baron who didn't dare to spit out the air.

"But I also know that this person has a deep relationship, and his hands and eyes are heavenly, and I am just a husband and a single sword, and it is difficult to sing alone."

"As soon as I come out of this room, I hope to sever it," he said with a bitter smile, his words filled with deep helplessness and thoroughness:

"If it comes to studying the law, weighing the interests, and political games, how can I fight this gang of savage and cunning people?"

Between the talk and the gaze of the crowd, Taylor gritted his teeth.

"So you don't have to bother others, you don't have to involve all parties, and you don't have to be in a dilemma, Your Highness."

Anke looked at the dagger in his hand, and was slightly surprised:

"It just needs to be simple and clear, straightforward and end our grievances."

He looked up, looking at Taylors, eyes full of longing:

"Just like you did."

Thiels reached for the arm of his chair, and was surprised to find it empty.

Do not.

But it was too late.

"His Royal Highness, I ask you. Please allow me, Anke Bailar from Crow's Town."

Anke spoke violently and drank:

"Allow me to follow your steps, imitate your deeds, and reproduce your legend!"

His pace, his deeds, his legend ...

Thiels looked at Anke, who looked madly at the moment.

Do not.

"Let me wake up the ancient legal system of the Empire, follow the magnificent ancient Rudolans, and then write your epic journey in the Kingdom of Exeter ..."

"Let me to Doyle of the Mirror River, to this despicable villain and noble scum who hates my father and kills my family ..."

At that moment, Taylor's palms were cold.

Anke threw away his cumbersome coat, pointed his finger at the dome, and sounded beams and beams, shaking the lights left and right:

"issue a challenge."

For a moment, the hall was silent.

Anker's eyes are sharp and unprecedented.

"Let us, here, reopen the Mindice Hall eighteen years later, and complete a great and glorious, fair and just ...

"A duel of life and death."

Thales was blank and expressionless.

"What—" Before the unbelievable question of Vogel asked, the buzz of everyone burst out!

In a few seconds, the discussion peaked.

Amazement and dissatisfaction are intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish each other:

"Exaggerated ..."

"The brutal customs of Yankees? Are you kidding me?"

"But I heard it was a tradition that originated from the Empire ..."

"So the rumor is true? His Highness challenged King Nunn?"

"His Highness, as a witness, saw King Nunn's revenge on an archduke. It should be true ..."

"What about King Nunn himself? Was it due to the duel of King Chaman? Did His Highness testify also?"

In the crowd, Jorge of Elk City used his physical advantage to squeeze out two guests who blocked him, and his arms were roaring with enthusiasm and agitated the atmosphere:

"Okay, a duel! Someone who **** him! Long live the empire!"

Disregarding the dissatisfaction of the stars around him.

But the guests' discussions did not stop for a moment: "I think it actually makes sense ... I have won fame for revenge success, and I will do the same ..."

"What a joke! Then you **** seduced my daughter, shouldn't I also be able to send you a duel, revenge for life and death?"

"How do you remember this, aren't we friends, aren't the two friends, what can't be said ..."

"Shi Jiao? How do you do it? Do you pay my daughter? Hey!"

"Well, do you think I don't know, when my father died, you were in the study with my mother ..."

"Shut up! Asshole! Come, just as you say, come and die!"

"Ah no, this is too savage! People are just ladies and can't stand it anymore. Pull up, I'm going home first, and Shu Jing, two Gege, remember to tell me the result of the duel ..."

"Okay, niece, at your age, you need to take care of yourself. I'll visit you someday ..."

"Asshole! You are not allowed to say one more word to my daughter! We are vengeful now!"

Even though the aristocracy of stars has always been known for restraint and respect, the Mindis Hall is still in chaos at this time.

The guards had to share their energy. While alerting their captives, they strongly persuaded and squashed the noisy guests but still refused to leave.

"His Royal Highness, please testify with me and your kingdom."

Anke breathed a sigh of relief, looking relieved, as if he had finally completed a difficult task:

"Witnessing heroic blood is not the only patent of the Northlanders."

"Witness to be just and right, and revenge is righteous."

Above the steps, Taylor struggled to adjust his breathing and had a headache.

He felt exhausted and exhausted.

The duke's voice sounded hard: "What you ask is not in the tradition of the stars ..."

"But there is your precedent!"

"So Your Highness, this is not murder-as long as you have your permission and approval and even witness, it will not be."

Anke's voice seemed to come from the sky, full of hope and expectation:

"It is you who witnessed in Exeter first, that you set an example in the face of the born king, that is the courage and qualification you are famous for, that is the means by which you maintain the safety of the kingdom of the dignity of the stars, and it has been since ancient times. Justified— "

Anke gritted his teeth:

"Blood vengeance!"

"As you said, if there is a second way, I don't want to commit the crime of murder. Your Highness, please don't let me do that."

Thiels turned his head mechanically, looking at the old baron who could not speak a word.

"No, Your Highness!"

Behind him, D.D desperately broke free from Glover, fell to his knees beside Thales, and suddenly spoke:

"My father, he's old, he can't ..."

"If you feel unfair," Anke said loudly, looking at D.D. eagerly, provocatively:

"Then let another Doyle, the old maggot's son, fight for his family and surname, and fight me. He has an extraordinary skill, and this will be a fair and wonderful duel.

He gritted his teeth coldly:

"Until Fen was born and died."

Anke took a deep breath and raised his dagger:

"After that, if I were alive, I would be **** and accept all the punishment I deserve."

"No word."

Doyle was shocked and furious, staring at the opponent who had driven his father and his family to a dead end.

"Your Highness, I can ..."

D.D touched the weapon subconsciously, but was held down by Mallos and pushed back to his colleagues.

"We were wrong again, this assassination," the watchman looked ugly, "it was indeed directed down at the temple."

"In another way."

Vogel's eyebrows were heavy, and he stared at the banquet spoiler thoughtfully.

The crowd was getting louder.

Thales stood alone and weakly, receiving the eyes of everyone:

Some of the Duke's observation eyes, or waiting to see good shows, or silent thinking, or careless;

There are also the stars of Canxing Qishi. Most of them are waiting diligently and eagerly for the prince's response, with expectations and vigilance;

There are other people's eyes.

But Thales wasn't in the mood to tell.

At this moment, his mind sounded a conversation from Ji Ni not long ago.

【and so? Can they still eat me? 】

【Do not. 】

[But they will tear you up. 】

[Even if I am the son of a king, the heir to the kingdom? 】

Thiels pressed his forehead.

[Yes. 】

[So they will be polite and polite ...]

[Tear you up. 】

Shred me ...

In the endless noise, the prince breathed in a breath, closed his eyes and sighed.

"So witness our duel, Your Highness."

Anke sees death as home, but his heart is surging:

"Just like you experienced in Exeter as the prince of the stars."

He was relieved and satisfied:

"After that, I will have no regrets as to what will happen."

Anke Bailar, the person who had stirred up Taylor's return party by himself, took a deep breath, and his voice penetrated the crowd:

"Because I believe that you are the hope of this kingdom."

"If you can't change the present and the past, but at least, in the future, you will definitely be better than your father ..."

Anke's eyes were dazzling, his voice was special, and he was very clear in the continuous discussion of the crowd:

"better."

At that moment, it seemed that Mindice Hall was a well-trained performance team, and a conductor had just made a gesture to make the whole hall's noisy discussion disappear.

Majoros closed his eyes deeply: That's bad.

"I believe, as many people believe, you will be better than him ..."

Anke took a step forward, looked at everyone, and exclaimed:

"King of the stars."

Thiers was tight!

Within seconds, from the Duke to the Earl, from the guest to the guard.

No one dared to speak or even breathe loudly.

Everyone was silent.

The next second, the talk started again.

But the arrogance and ease of seeing the drama before are completely gone.

They became convergent, nervous, and murmured like a groan.

Heartbreaking.

The eyes that had almost overwhelmed Thales at this moment were all retracted, looking elsewhere in the hall, as if looking at him more was a sin.

Tyers took a deep breath and slowly took his seat on the seat.

He didn't even go to see the royal guards behind him-he didn't have to guess to know how they reacted.

Discuss, eyes, emotions, they crowded the Mindice Hall, leaving no gaps.

Only to the owner of this hall, left a square foothold.

Like a vacuum.

But Thales didn't feel relieved.

On the contrary, in this inch of vacuum, he seemed to feel countless chains coming out of the void, from top to bottom, from left to right, from front to back, and locked him tightly and without gaps.

Getting heavier.

The closer you get, the tighter.

The deeper the lock.

damn it.

With no expression on his face, Tyles maintained an elegant sitting posture, but his nails were severely pierced into his palms.

"His Royal Highness?"

Ankara looked up at the old baron in pain, eagerly looking forward:

"duel?"

For a moment, Taylor missed the hostage years in the North.

duel?

Decide your mother's fight.

It seems that in those six years ...

Even if it's a riotous day of government affairs, even if it is the Hall of Heroes gathered by Yankees, even those princes of Longxiao City who grit their teeth and want to smash the corpses of Taylor, even the unwilling Nune VII and the aggressive investigation Man Rumba ...

It also looks so kind, friendly and cute.

"His Royal Highness," Taylor's side, D.D looked at his master in a panic, with a plea in his tone:

"Prince Taylor? Lord Duke? If ... I will ... I can win ... I can raise that **** ..."

Taylor sighed again.

Yes indeed.

You can win.

and then?

Behind the upset prince, in the heart-warming atmosphere, there was movement in the royal guard.

"Thommond?"

Vogel, who had been thinking for a long time, suddenly called Mallos' first name instead of his last name or title.

The watchman turned his head solemnly.

"Your sniper squad ..."

I saw the deputy guard's complexion look, he stared at Ank Bailar, looking forward, and said cautiously and difficultly:

"still there?"

In an unknown dark room, the sword under the cape glanced at the crystal ball in front of him. He looked at the faceless Taylor in the crystal, grinning the corners of his long mouth, making a terrible giggling, and his long nails stroked the sphere like a spider predator:

"Struggle, in the abyss of blood and darkness ... pain, in the **** of hatred and hatred ..."

A few seconds later, Wu Jian's face changed. He turned his head and looked at a dog struggling to hit the keyboard:

"Hey! Dead dog! It's been three days! Have you finished your code? Just like you, still want to get a monthly ticket for dog food?"

(End of this chapter)