Uncanny. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Well, it can only be described as weird.

The scene at this table at this moment is really weird.

Originally, I didn't notice that it didn't exist because it didn't exist, but because it had been the same composition for a long time - it wasn't monotonous, but it wasn't so ostentatious at the moment - but today there was suddenly another person, and it was supposed to exist from before, and Xun Jian suddenly realized how violent this strange feeling was.

Uninvited is not something that can be done quietly, the difference is only the length of time it takes for the waves to return to static.

At the center of the gaze sitting on the throne was his father...... Until now, it had only been a concept or a set of rules, but it was still at a strange distance - I didn't know you, but why did you always look through me?

Xun Jian subconsciously felt that his body was a little stiff, and the air around him seemed to have a not sharp attack power, and he couldn't help but want to shrink up.

Eating with his uncles at this table was not a daily habit that had been in the house since he came to the house, and had occurred after a period of training sessions, which had become more frequent these days, but only for him and his uncles who had appeared for an indefinite period of time.

Uncle Qi Jue said to himself that instead of hiding and deliberately avoiding it because he was worried that the curse would occur, it was better to exercise his control and mentality.

It had never thought about where my father had gone, nor had I ever thought about the other mother that my father had told me, and I had forgotten to think about how many such luxurious tables there were in the castle, including small groups like them.

Xun Jian just listened to his father speak obediently and quietly, he didn't interject or express his opinions at will, not because he was afraid that he would fall into an embarrassing situation of speech, but because he wanted to know his father's intentions for suddenly coming here.

But what he cares about most is what his father will do about Uncle Eric's death.

Since Uncle Eric's accident, there has been no movement in the castle, whether it is the most basic mourning or investigating the cause of death, he has not heard or seen any "commotion", and the maids still go to Uncle Eric's room to clean every day, but if anyone tells Xun Jian, he will find that the maids are actually more diligent than before, but "the loss of a person living in the Alexander family" such a big thing has not become the focus of internal and external attention at all, Even when it comes to something that can be considered a little weight, Xun Jian really feels indescribable, and it is very awkward.

Why don't you care?

Even if a meteor crosses the sky, it will leave a moment of shining light and shadow, and there is something about Uncle Eric and that person, as if it never existed, so when it disappeared, it was like the wind passing without a trace.

There is anger at the thought of this, accompanied by a tremor that the eye sockets may collapse at any time, small but long, like strings, unable to stop vibrating immediately after a pluck, and the discord that is crowded side by side innocently lingers all the time, incognito cannot escape being plundered, it cannot be an excuse for frustration, it is just a fight of trapped beasts.

But what about my father? The voice was grinning, and the content rolling on the tip of his tongue was inconsequential.

He couldn't see the expression on his face, and he couldn't tell if it was true or false.

He only knew that he would be angry if his father's emotions were true at the moment, and even more angry if he was disguised.

In the face of such a thing as "losing a family", how can there be a way to calculate the pros and cons?

How can you continue to be "elegant"?

If the Alexander family was such a family, he really felt terrible!

Xun Jian took his gaze back, and felt that his heart was blocked by something, and he subconsciously hit it with his fist, but when he closed his eyes, the scene appeared clearly again.

Yes, not only my father, but Uncle Qijue didn't show any emotion at that time, and Uncle Gray was completely smiling - then why could I forgive my uncles, but I couldn't turn a blind eye to my father's behavior?

"How? …… This tablecloth is beautiful, isn't it? ”

I don't know how many topics I missed, but at this moment my father's voice was extremely loud, like the ridicule he heard from the crows when he was so tired that he was about to lose control of his legs when he was running through the woods, and the harshness made him grit his teeth in annoyance, but he also insisted on seeing the end.

"What the hell are you lying about?" At that time, Uncle Qi Jue asked.

When he actually ran around him, he didn't have the slightest extra strength to think, and even the astonishment became a symbolic stop for a moment.

"I ...... I...... Call...... They ...... "can't speak at all."

Hearing the sigh, he saw his uncle's figure turn into an uncatchable shadow when his eyes and breath swayed, and the next moment he saw his uncle appear behind the crows in the trees without warning, so fast that even the black birds froze and turned back mechanically.

Next, he didn't know if it was a hallucination, he saw the black feathers flying towards the sky, and Uncle Qijue, who was standing in the tree, raised his hand and turned twice in the air and crossed most of the circle, lazily and semi-exaggeratedly saluted and apologized.

Whether or not to call it their business, and you only have to think about your own business - yes, this is a question that has long been understood, what is wrong with him? How could you forget......

One day, when he was finally able to do it, even if he turned around and ran backwards, he would not feel as tired and laborious as if he were going to die, he would surely throw the stones in his hand high and throw them at them, and when the birds dispersed, he would wave his hands happily and say that he had worked hard.

So it's the same thing...... Can it also be used in the current situation?

"Well, that's always your taste." Greppy raised his glass with a smile and gestured, and when he put it down again, the bottom of the glass just covered the small hole that he had burned black just now, and he didn't show any extra deliberateness from beginning to end.

"This is from Herois."

"Oh, yes, it's Madame......"

The wrong thing was said, but Gray's smile was bigger than before, and he understood another meaning of Nicholas's words, the two men were still to be seen separately, each existing separately.

But if you don't like it so much, why do you have to do it all according to her wishes?

"Have you seen that mother?" (To be continued.) )