Although Fila temporarily covered up Danny's punishment, the problem was not solved. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As he said before, he knew very well the meaning of a vindictive representative.

He is not afraid, but it is indeed troublesome to grudge for no reason, and even at any time, the other party will come out and give himself a ruthless one.

Don't think it's impossible, but in fact, there are only so many fighting spirits in an area, so no matter if there is an incident when a teenager is older, it is likely to be encountered.

Fila stood up impatiently and swayed a few times, the irritability in his heart is difficult to explain in words.

"No, this matter can't be counted like this," a hint of determination suddenly flashed in Fei Le's eyes: "It's definitely not a good thing for such a number one person to appear among the mercenaries at this time, we have to suppress it."

Fila didn't know how selfish he was, but the threat from the other party was real.

As a vested aristocratic class, Fila allowed vindictive and even vindictive warriors to join his class, but he could not tolerate someone joining with huge power.

The inherent gainers can allow new gainers because it is to preserve their entire class, but they cannot tolerate challengers because it will infringe on their interests.

This level of aggression has exceeded the limits of what they can tolerate.

Now that he has been offended, Fila simply plans to take this opportunity to suppress this new powerhouse, and show his strength by the way.

The reconciliation between the strong and the weak is always easier to forgive.

Reif and the others may not know all of Fila's thoughts, but standing in their position, they will fully support Fila's plans.

"My lord," but Leif was still a little worried, "Is this a deep offense?"

Leif was completely thinking about Fila, after all, this was a bit too much to look at.

File smiled triumphantly, clearly quite different from Leif's opinion.

"You! It's still too much to take for granted," there was hope that the matter would be resolved, Filago sat down calmly, shook his head and said, "I'll hand you a move today, I pressed that today...... What's that guy's name? ”

Fila pretended not to know Zhang Qing's name, and immediately someone said it with interest: "Futu."

"Yes, that's the Futu," Fila stretched out his hand and waved it twice in the air, feeling that it didn't make sense to put it down again, and turned to Leif and said, "You said that after I defeated him, he would dare to do something with me in a short time?"

"Of course not, I'm afraid he'll avoid the adults," Leif said honestly.

"Yes, he will definitely avoid me for a short time," Fila smiled confidently: "At this time, I will apologize again, and the effect must be good."

Moreover, there is no need to worry about him holding grudges, as long as a little time he will understand that there is no hatred between nobles, as long as interests. If I don't do what I do today, someone else will do it.

And I, I'll give him a decent look, at least not make him too ugly. ”

Leif suddenly realized, I have to say that Fila, who was born in the nobility, knows the rules between nobles better than him.

If you really do what Fila said, even if the other party is close to someone else for the time being, you must remember this favor of Fila.

Even if it's a conflict, that's the rule.

As long as they don't have the strength to break this system of aristocratic authority, the other party can't escape.

As for whether it is willing, does it matter? As long as you are in this system, you must follow the rules.

Leif didn't think the other party would refuse to become a nobleman, just as he chose to play for Fila.

Seeing his subordinates showing a teachable look, Fila was a little complacent.

As a member of the aristocratic sideline, even if he has now become a strong man with a fighting spirit, he still hopes to be recognized by others.

"It's decided, who's going to deliver the battle post for me?" Fila can't wait to defeat this new vindictive.

The thought of defeating the other party in full view of everyone and then gaining countless admiration and awe made Fila feel so comfortable that he couldn't wait at all.

But this time, no one answered, everyone knew that it was not a good errand, a vindictive man with an unknown temper, who knew if he had been provoked by Danny's anger.

If you provoke at this time and just make the other party crazy, then it is really wronged.

"Why, no one wants to go?" Fila knew the thoughts of his subordinates at a glance.

A group of vindictive warriors all bowed their heads silently, this was not the time to come out.

"Then I'll order one at random," Fila turned his finger around and pointed to Leif's head: "Leif, you still go, you took the initiative to ask for it just now."

Leif had had a bad premonition from the beginning when Fila said he would choose, and now it has finally come true.

Raising his head, Leif smiled bitterly and was speechless: "Okay, my lord."

Although he agreed, Leif really wanted to cry without tears, although he was very positive before, but at this time and that time, can the task just now be compared with the present?

However, he knew that there was no room for his own refusal, and since his own adult had called his name, on the one hand, it was a small revenge, and on the other hand, it was a real beating.

Fila was able to sit firmly in his current position, and Leif never dared to underestimate the wisdom of his own adults, and which of his plans had been seen through.

Not to mention that Leif walked out with a sad face in the sympathetic eyes of everyone, Fila's face quickly calmed down after driving the others away.

Although he was very confident, he would not be negligent at all, even if that Futu was just a new vindictive as he judged, he would not underestimate it.

And in the worst-case scenario, the other party is an outsider powerhouse, and the corner of Fila has a confident smile on the corner of his mouth: "Then I won't be defeated."

Carefully taking out his sword, the momentum on Fila's body gradually strengthened.

"Khooth!"

The bright sword light rippled like water, and Fila whispered, "Sword Master, I haven't made a move for a long time."

Erecting the sharp sword, Fila's eyes were a little confused, he was once known as the sword saint, but until now, he has lost his original sharpness.

How many of them are on this road, it seems to be extremely beautiful, but it is full of thorns, and I don't know how many acclaimed swordsmen walk on it.

It's just that most people stop while walking, and occasionally a few come to the end, and the scenery is infinite, so it attracts more latecomers.

His thoughts drifted, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and then he shook his head: "It's a pity that I have too many ties to be single-minded as a Sword Saint."