"This pervert. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIf it weren't for my daughter's life, how could I let you deceive these girls' feelings and spoil good people. For the first time in his heart, the old man regretted his cowardly behavior.

"Your Excellency!" the old lord hurriedly greeted him, "Lord Messenger, the food ......"

He wanted to say that the food had been raised, and the military taxes had been gathered.

"You wait a while," the young master of the messenger looked at old Sherlock for the first time, but his eyes were not good, and there were thorns in his eyes, "You first shut up the smelly mouth in your house." ”

The young master of the messenger did not give old Sherlock any face.

The old lord was shocked when he heard this, what was this dissatisfied with himself?

"My interrogation has not yet come out, what are you chirping about? Do you want to collude with the witnesses inside?"

One sentence pushed old Sherlock closer to his death.

The old lord's heart that he had just put down "rubbed" jumped to his throat again.

"Don't dare, don't dare" He apologized again and again: "The old slave is cautious, the old slave is cautious." ”

"I wonder how the envoy's interrogation is going, is there anything you need the old slave to help with?"

Old Sherlock thought that this ancestor had not played enough, and wanted to let himself find him some more girls, and said to himself: "Trick, play, I'll go to the town and invite a hundred of the best prostitutes, and see that you still have the strength to make up charges for me here tomorrow morning!"

"I say, dead old ghost, are you trying to obstruct the consultation?"

"Ahh ”

"Then why did you hide the most important witness who is closely related to this case!"

This shout was like thunder, and it was estimated that the farmers who had not dispersed at the gate of the manor could hear it. Don't look at this Marco. Ethan looks like a prodigal ancestor of the second ancestor, and it turns out that he has some kung fu foundation.

"Wronged, sir!" the old lord was so startled that he almost jumped up, and hurriedly shouted injustice, "My lord Mingjian! The girls of the entire manor you want are here a lot!"

"Open your eyes and tell nonsense!" the young master of the messenger slapped the old man out of a few bones. When the old lord got up from the ground, there was a bright red five-finger mark on his face, and a big tooth fell to the ground, okay, the old man is so old that he doesn't have a few good teeth left, and this is one less.

I can't care about the distressed teeth, the eyes are so sad that people smoke a boiled lamp and turn around, the old lord's mouth is full of blood, "Wow in the house, oh in the house" No one can hear what he is calling clearly, just see him jumping in a hurry, and finally he finally reacted and swallowed the blood in his mouth into his stomach, and then he said clearly: "Da (big), Da Da (big), hit you (adult)!" His tongue was swollen.

"Hit you!" The young master of the messenger glanced at the old man tossing for a long time, and he was not satisfied, and when he went up, he kicked the old lord to the ground, and the housekeeper and several old servants waiting at the staircase couldn't bear to turn their heads.

Another heavy blow slammed into the old lord's face,

"I think you're dishonest!" the young master pointed at old Sherlock's crooked nose with one hand,

"What about the girl I saw last night?

The messenger was furious.

The old lord was beaten so badly that there was no pain on his face, but at this time he was sober, he said, "Oops!", and understood, this ancestor was worried about his precious daughter! But can he give his precious daughter to others?

That's what he won't kill!

"Your Excellency, Your Majesty, you're talking about my little girl Sherlock. Kerr!"

"So what?" the messenger amused him stupidly, "I don't know?"

He cleared his throat and scolded the old lord with a serious expression that he felt was the most serious: "Ke'er is an important witness to your loyalty! You dare to hide her, it means that you have a ghost in your heart! I will return to the association to kill your whole family!"

"Ahh

The old lord's hands were covered in blood, his wrists were swollen, and his big arms were swaying with his small arms, which was the only way he could protest now.

"Hmph, if you refuse to cooperate with the investigation, it seems that you are determined to do the right thing with my Assassin Association!"

The old lord was almost desperate, and he wailed in his heart: "Bitter me!"

"Daddy!"

A crisp copper bell-like girl's voice appeared out of place, Miss Kerr, who was dressed in white and dressed in white and looked like a hibiscus out of the water, standing at the top of the stairs, looking at everything that happened here with a pale face, she was frightened last night, and when it was almost noon, the old lord was afraid that the people of the Assassin Guild would be unfavorable to her, so he asked two servants to stay in the room with her.

Marco's shout just now woke up the ignorant Kerr, and the girl hurriedly came down from the stairs to see what was going on.

She heard the "crackling" sound in the corridor, "Oops!" and "Oops!"

Seeing from afar that old Sherlock was beaten and his face was covered with blood and he couldn't get up, Ke'er's tears flowed down as soon as he "brushed", and he ran over desperately, "Daddy", "Daddy" had to call non-stop.

Old Sherlock was miserable, his daughter was throwing herself into the net, and she was in the mouth of the tiger.

The young master of the envoy was happy: "Yo, you see that I said that you harbored important witnesses, come, Miss Ke'er, right? As he spoke, he leaned in a few steps to grab Kerr.

I don't know if it was the death of the lover last night that opened the mind of the girl who was not yet seventeen years old in advance, or if it was really the bloody scene that happened in front of her that made her angry and rushed to the crown and basket, and the girl slapped the thief hand stretched out by Marco, protecting her father to lean on the corner.

Marco retracted his hand, slightly stunned, and looked at the father and daughter who were glaring at him: "Do you want to die together?"

He smiled: "With the two of you staring at me with four eyes, can you stare me to death?"

The old lord was already out of breath and less in at this time, the old man's body bones were tossed enough for a day and a night, and when he was haggard, he was beaten again, the old man coughed with blood in his cough, and the two bloody hulacha hands were on the arms of his daughter protecting his chest, and he pulled his chin hard, and his two eyes stared at Marco but his pupils were obviously dull and unfocused.

Kerr cried, "You brute, why did you hurt my father! I am the youngest daughter of Lord Sherlock, and I will sue you in the guild!"

"Oh?" Marco pinched his waist with both hands, and was even more happy: "Lord, how powerful!

I'm fighting the lord!"

He went up and kicked again, and the girl put one arm on her father's chest, and was kicked out a few meters by Marco and both of them.

Kerr's slender arm was broken at that time, and the blood flowed like an infusion, making her grin and curse in pain.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, I'm ordered to purge your Sherlock family of rebellion!"

Marco smiled and took a few steps forward, stomping on Kerr's fair and beautiful fingers.

"Click!"

No need to ask, the three fingers are all broken, and the girl is in pain.