Sith looked at me, his eyes fixed on me all the time, with a changing color, all the time staring at me. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I can't read his eyes, because he has been in this world for so much longer than I have, so I can't read him.

Now, his wisdom is higher than mine.

But he kept looking at me, and that look kept showing a sudden look.

Eventually, some words began to mumble out of his mouth.

"It's too similar." I heard him say, "It's so similar。。。。。。。 No wonder, no wonder he likes you so much. No wonder....... He muttered, "You're the young man。。。。。。。 ”

As he spoke, Sith's expression was full of emotion.

"It seems that I am not wrong," continued the Sith, "I see his shadow in your countenance, although, now, he is gone, but 。。。。。。。 ”

Now, I understand what the person in front of me is talking about.

Now, he's the same as I thought, and we all think of him, Caesar。。。。。。

To this day, I don't want to believe the Sith when he says Caesar is dead. I don't believe it. This sentence came out of his mouth, and I would never believe it.

And, more than that, I'll do more.

I believed in the Sith eye, and he said I was like Caesar, maybe I really looked like him.

However, at the same time, I do not believe in the Sith vision, that is, I am not at all like Caesar, I am not as majestic and calm as Caesar. It's not been too long since I've been human. There are many other things in my body that still carry the inferior roots of humanity, such as now, when my scoundrel nature has once again exploded in the fact that he mentioned that Caesar was dead.

As I said, what is my bottom line, it cannot be crossed, and anyone who crosses this bottom line can only have one result in the end, that is, he will be hit by my madness. No one will be spared.

Now, the Sith is making a second time before me, and he is making a second time again when I think of my dear Caesar, and I can't help it.

Now, my fists are clenched.

Although the Sith is not too close to me at the moment, it is not impossible for my fist to catch him.

Not long after his blasphemous words against Caesar were uttered, I jumped up from my chair and, with a fist, slashed at the Sith's face.

Because I have just left the human race, the inferior nature of human beings is still strong in me.

What falls into the ground, what has to be inched, what rotten qualities like that, I admit that I still have a lot of them. To make my lowly soul a lot worse than Caesar's.

Because of the experience of going unpunished for my first two punches, I now have nothing to fear.

Eventually, when my fist landed on the Sith's face, there was another symphony of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

I think I'm probably going to fall in love with the Sith's face. I don't know why I'm so happy to repeat such boring and hurtful behaviors so often. In fact, there are many ways to hit the Sith, and you don't necessarily have to make a fuss in his face.

And every time I chose this method, I chose it alone.

After a magnificent sight, the Sith's face finally quieted down.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with fiery red rage.

I had never seen such an expression on his face, and in my impression, in my knowledge of him, he had always been a calm, intriguing man. And anger is almost non-existent in his dictionary of life.

But now, he was clearly enraged.

The Sith's fiery eyes were spewing flames, and he glared at me with rage, and that anger kept heating up all the time.

When that face quieted down, there was another person in the room who was strange, and that was Tingxiao.

At this moment, the shocked expression on Tingxiao's face had reached an unprecedented level. Now, she actually ignored the image of a lady, opened her mouth, and looked at me and Sith stupidly, and saliva actually flowed from that mouth.

Obviously, Tingxiao's expression is now just saying.

Is this true? All of this I've seen, is it true?

How could this be, how could it be, I must be dreaming, I must be sleepwalking.

The Sith was beaten, and the beater was actually the little man Lyle.

The world is crazy, the world is crazy!

While thinking about this, Tingxiao couldn't help but say what she thought in her heart.

At this moment, she must have begun to wonder if what she had seen was real.

Eventually, I saw Tingxiao raise her arm, and then stretched out her palm and slapped her cheek.

I saw countless stars popping out of her eyes. It seems that her attack is not light.

And just when her face was almost swollen, she realized that what she was facing was true.

Originally, the Sith was looking at me angrily with fiery red eyes. And after Tingxiao's trouble, Sith's attention was all shifted to Tingxiao, at this moment, he looked at Tingxiao curiously, and then said lightly, "Tingxiao, you don't need to be so loyal." I know that it is your usual style to accompany your master to suffer. However, there must be a scale for everything. Tingxiao, now, you have gone too far. ”

Hearing Sith say these words, Tingxiao really felt crying and laughing.

In fact, her original motive and purpose was definitely not to be the true head of the household, or for the head of the household.

This is really just wishful thinking on the part of the Sith.

However, since Sith said so, Tingxiao couldn't explain anything, so she held it back, and it seemed that the expression was really strange and a little ridiculous.

After such a fuss, the anger in Sith's eyes dissipated a lot.

And once that anger was gone, the Sith didn't seem to want to dwell on the matter anymore.

However, he did not forget to warn me.

"Lyle," he said, "to tell you the truth, I've lived so long that no one really dares to do this to me. And my tolerance and connivance with you made you so bold. So, Lyle, you know, even though you're doing it to me now, you're not a winner, you know? ”

He said I'm not a winner, well, I'll admit it.

Compared with him, my skills are already very different. If you want to be a hero in winning or losing, I'm always a loser.

But, so what?

Now, he can't do it, he can't do it to destroy me.

That's his weakness.