The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 329 Ch328 Confusion

Chapter 329 Ch.328 Confusion

"So, this is what you said, good stuff."

Roland sat upright and stared at the flames that condensed into a picture in front of him.

Two humans whose faces could not be seen clearly, but whose body shapes could be distinguished as male and female.

It was indeed a man and a woman.

The two were holding hands and looking at each other.

And then...

Then the lyrics came out.

"The flowers bloom in the spring, taking away the sadness of winter..."

Roland:...

It's really 'singing'.

"What else do you think it is."

I thought it was singing.

"Hahahahahahaha——"

This time the wrench was better.

It let Roland eat up all the meat first, and then fulfilled the 'promise'.

"I never lie, Roland."

I'm going to starve myself to death.

"Oh..."

"Always angry, old fast."

I'm not angry.

"Not angry also old fast."

Do you want to die?

"Hehe."

This 'hehe' always made Roland feel familiar.

"Isn't this something you often do?" His shoulders sank.

A blurry face leaned back dishonestly, then sat up straight and twisted on the mattress: "You really shouldn't name anything, it's too ugly!"

Nina Collins pressed the bed with a smile, raised her hand to put Roland's loose black hair behind her ears.

She suddenly moved closer, almost touching Roland's nose.

"Looking at those unhealthy things will affect your development, Roland."

Roland hid back.

"I didn't see anything."

"Oh, really. I left a lot of good things for your little 'wrench'."

Roland blinked: "It won't show me."

"You still want to see it!"

"I just want to know more about you."

The girl snorted, jumped off the bed, and hugged another hazy shadow by the window.

"This is the man you've been targeting. Look, he's become bad!"

"Roland is like other men, Nina. He's old enough to understand these things." Cherry shook her arms and found that she was hugged tightly. She said helplessly: "Someone has to teach him, right? We can't do it."

"Why can't we?" Nina retorted.

However, Cherry didn't answer, just looked at her quietly.

After a while.

"...We can't do it." Nina was frustrated, but only frustrated for a second. The lively girl let go of one hand and clenched her fist at Roland: "Stay away from that older woman! You can't give her all your first times, right?!"

"Is it fair to Beatrice?!"

Roland sat on the bed in his pajamas, his arms resting on the bedside table, his face teasing: "You like Beatrice."

"That child is so pitiful! Can't you see that she likes you? Don't pretend here..."

Roland didn't speak, looking at Cherry.

The graceful and gentle lady pursed her lips slightly and shook her head: "You can't be with that fool. The Taylor family can't afford the corresponding price. Right now, the best choice is Cinder Kratov - her surname is much more noble than Taylor's."

"Her grandfather is a bishop, and he can give you more support in your career and status."

"Better than Taylor."

"Roland, if you want to get married, choose Cinder Kratov..."

Nina Collins was not happy: "That scheming bitch?" She turned her face away again: "This woman is crazy, do you know scissors? Click, click, she might..."

"Nina." Cherry frowned.

"...Anyway, she's not a good choice."

"Beatrice Taylor is a fool. Do you want Roland to take care of children all day after marriage? What about his reputation? Who will deal with him in the future?"

"What's the importance of reputation? Just a strong fist..."

"Nina."

"Anyway, the Tea King is not a good choice. He just sits here playing Liao Zhai all day long..."

Roland propped up his chin and smiled as he watched the two different supporters argue with each other.

This is a fantasy.

But they will always exist.

"Roland."

Hmm?

"It's decided, let's start."

There is a wooden box on the bedside table.

It was given to him by Randolph Taylor after the end of today.

A magical item.

Just keep paying attention to Victor Sara. Isn't this price too high?

"Merchants never lose money, Roland, believe me."

"If you don't believe me, ask your Su Yue...Is she still there?"

Yes.

The two ladies in front of the window are still arguing: one supports Beatrice, and the other supports Shandel.

No one mentioned Enid.

Poor judge.

"…This symptom will become more and more serious as the ring is raised. Roland, you have thought it through, right?"

Roland said nothing and pushed open the lid of the box.

Inside was a spoon.

A smooth, silver spoon.

When Roland picked it up, the shaking curtains aroused a roaring gust of wind like a bullfighter's black card.

They rushed in, rushed through the curtains, killed the bean-sized candle flames, and their horns tore apart the tied black hair.

A thin layer of white gauze covered the black-haired young man.

The fire in his chest burned warmly, making his soul eternal in the cold winter.

'Turn the rolling boulders into balloons, and turn the trumpets into morning glories. '

The phantoms of Nina and Cherry gradually disappeared.

The small candle slipped from his father's wrist, and his two red eyes quietly looked at the candidate waiting for the thunder in the invisible storm.

He seemed to have seen something.

He took out a fishing net and caught the elephants flying in the air;

The giraffe turns into the snake's uncle and fights over a piece of cake;

The rain-like cannonballs turned into balloons with long tails. They did not fall on the faces of the frightened people, but playfully scratched across the faces of the frightened people, and then rose into the sky;

The birds flap their wings and sprinkle sugar and salt, giving endless taste to the people on the earth who are hungry for ice and snow;

The captain in a dark blue woolen coat bowed to the passengers. He fastened his golden double-breasted jacket, stepped on the deck of the earth, and waved his arms: The ship is sailing!

This world is absurd enough.

That…

What is reality?

'I think so. ’

The young man in the storm opened his golden eyes.

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"Name": confusion

"Type": Fantasy Road (Second Ring)

"Description": I am a dancer in the mist, and I am also the mist embraced by the dancers in the mist.

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