The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 286 Ch.285 Interesting Land

Ladies and gentlemen in this country obviously have their own way of ranking certain things.

A fairly consistent arrangement:

between women and men.

--man.

Women and orphans.

--woman.

Orphans and dogs.

——Look whose dog it is.

Dog and woman.

Um…

Normally, such comparisons do not arise.

Because gentlemen will justly accuse the person who makes the comparison, accusing him of how he can put animals and humans at opposite ends of the scale.

Their words are sharp and impassioned——

And after the incident ended, I came to my door privately and asked you to tell the story of what happened between the two.

Politics, party, education, life experience, family background.

These can have an impact on people and subtly skew their views on certain things - but on the surface, dogs are absolutely less important than people.

Life is higher than money, spirit is higher than material, human beings are higher than animals.

These are necessarily true.

But only one thing.

If a certain word was thrown into this comparison...

Then, the entire comparison would be subverted.

for example:

Orphan, terminally ill mother, father who died in the war, Lezi.

Fun.

The monarch is humiliated, war is coming, the country is on the verge of destruction, fun.

Fun.

The woman whose parents had just been buried had their teeth knocked out by domestic violence and still dragging their scarred bodies to cook for their only child but accidentally added unwashed vegetables, causing the child to fall ill and die...

Fun, fun, fun.

Ladies and gentlemen.

What's more important than laughter?

It could only be the laughter of a group of people.

So when Roland stared at the woman with good eyes, spoke up for the wooden box, and said the pun sentence "Stay away from me, poor guy".

The laughter could no longer be controlled.

First the men.

This group of upright and respectable gentlemen were the first to laugh uncontrollably, laughing loudly like drunkards in the most vulgar taverns.

Then, the ladies also began to cover their lips and arch their eyebrows, and their shoulders twitched slightly.

And then.

One after another, like a gear driving another gear, the laughter can't stop.

It has nothing to do with morality, men and women, or money.

What's more important than enjoying a witty and ironic joke?

no more.

Of course, it’s impossible that the woman who had the collision couldn’t tell who this story was satirizing.

She first turned her head and bit her ears with her companion, and then the beans under her narrow eyelids burned red.

She stared at Roland, wishing she could kill him with laughter.

"How can you laugh at a customer?! A lady, a person who is trying to speak for the public?!" Her voice was sharp, piercing the balloon filled with laughter: "I'm just worried that more people will be deceived by this inflated price. You’re giving me your hard-earned money and you’re laughing at me like that!”

"What did i do wrong?!"

Apparently, she was going to use another method.

Roland smiled, twisted his toes, and faced everyone: "Everyone, if I purely made up the story, then what this lady said is completely correct - I should not ridicule a person who loves justice."

There was a pause in speech.

"but."

"Anyone involved in art knows that some stories are not entirely fictional..."

"For example-" Roland stretched out his hand to the crowd.

In the exclamation of everyone.

A gray-haired girl came out.

Hold your open hand.

"For example - I may have had a romantic past, but it didn't end in tragedy."

Someone began to whistle and even clapped enthusiastically.

"They are so perfect for each other..."

"Father of All! This is actually true!"

"We witnessed a love with our own eyes..."

"I promise, this is the most romantic experience I've had in a while—"

"You are absolutely excellent! Sir!"

Xander lowered his head shyly and stood beside Roland obediently.

At this time, no one cares about the disgraceful behavior of publicizing feelings in public - having fun and witnessing a romantic relationship...

Who cares about justice and injustice?

O Father of all.

Let that bump go where she belongs.

Such as the sea.

"Thank you, thank you, I have to say, I was so angry at the time... Yes, thank you, of course -" Roland held the box with his hand on his chest and thanked the men around him, while Xander said to the ladies with complicated eyes. They smiled back.

‘Countless jealous glances cut wounds on my body. ’

Xander's lips moved, and he kept his smile when he whispered: "It's so interesting, Roland. Your lover doesn't have to be the best, but he must have a strong heart."

"So I plan to find a blind man to be my lover."

"I mean, my heart is strong enough, Roland."

The two of them fled under the eyes of everyone who was teasing and blessing them, and got out of the shop where more and more people gathered.

That collision?

I only got a joke from someone I don’t know: I hope you can leave something besides your life in Bristol...for example - money?

OK?

This renewed the laughter in the store.

It has to be said that people in this land, regardless of gender, are so consistent and lovable when faced with humor.

"You should be a writer."

The air on the street is much better than in the house.

The cold wind cools the lungs like mint, waking up the drowsy head.

Shandel's cheeks are slightly red, and her heart is still beating happily.

A girl who often walks in the library, flips through books and drinks tea in the greenhouse, obviously rarely experiences such scenes - vulgar, obscene, and losing her identity...

But it is particularly exciting.

She likes to be led to be rebellious.

That's not her sin, right?

Father God.

"How can a blind person be a writer."

Roland said casually, put the wooden box into a paper bag, handed it to Shandel, and walked a few steps quickly.

Came to the bench by the sea.

Iron railings surround the land.

Standing side by side with the street lamp, the sea is in front of you, and the horizon is blowing dust.

Roland opened his hands and let the wind blow through him, the tail of his windbreaker and the long black hair behind him.

He looked at the sea, and Shandel held the small box and looked at the person looking at the sea in the distance.

On the quiet seashore, white waves blew against the gray rocks covered with green moss.

The cruel and cold mediocre life longed for a disaster crazier than her, just like a glutton needed a woman with a plump body.

A few lazy cats curled their tails and glanced at the invaders of their territory with their yellow eyes. In less than two seconds, they put their chins on their paws again.

One yawned.

Roland yawned too.

"I hope the Golden Libra won't cause me trouble."

"People who have a grudge against Chloe are afraid of trouble?" Shandel stepped forward silently. When he was side by side with Roland, he helped him put his blown black hair behind his ears: "People who have a grudge against Chloe's family won't worry about this little trouble."

"I thought you never asked." Roland paid attention to the movement of the sea, wondering when they would flood the land and flood over people and man-made things.

Shandel didn't answer.

She raised a box of long matches that she had gotten from nowhere, and waved them in front of Roland with a smile.

Just like teasing a cat.

Roland did understand and rolled his eyes at him... but he still slowly pulled out his cigar.

"Chloe and Heffer are not easy to mess with. If you become enemies..." Shandel shook the matches and threw the blackened sticks into the sleepy cats.

There was a burst of curses.

"I haven't learned much about these two surnames yet, tell me about them?"

Roland pinched his cigar and looked at the bench beside him.

"Of course."

"I think you know Chloe a little bit - but Heffer doesn't, right?"