Dolls, dolls?

Sean doesn't think girls like this stuff at their age, at least in front of strangers, girls will make themselves look more mature, rather than being treated as a little girl who hasn't grown up.

The girl didn't say much, and the innocent expression was put away, replaced by a cold face, as if she had been trained many times since she was a child, and Sean was nothing more than a prey in her eyes, waiting to be slaughtered by her.

Extremely casually, he took out a few plum blossom darts from behind him, smiled with a small mouth, shook his arms casually, and fired plum blossom darts at will.

Like a plum blossom dart full of stars, under the control of the girl, it attacked Sean at a very fast speed.

At that speed, if you are faster, you can hear the sound of breaking through the air.

Jingle, Sean didn't even use his iron sword to block, let alone dodge the flying plum darts.

"That's it?" Sean looked at himself and didn't twist his body, the plum blossom dart really fell around like he didn't have long eyes.

The nearest plum dart to him is also three or two steps away.

Sean pointed to the plum dart, looked at the girl again, and asked, "Are you here to be funny?" The expression is so scary, this level is a little ......"

Looking at the girl playfully, Sean's eyes were full of evil taste.

Regardless of whether this girl has anything to do with Plum Blossom Thirteen or not, since the other party has already moved the killing intent, how can he use her or the child to convince himself not to care about him.

In this world, if a person is killed, he will die, and if he has the consciousness of killing, then he must have the consciousness of being killed.

Pulling out the iron sword, he wants to teach the uninteresting girl a painful lesson, and how painful the lesson is depends on how the girl behaves.

After all, Sean is not a brutal butcher, nor is he a person who takes pleasure in torture.

At least you have to hear an apology from the girl's mouth, although none of those plum darts hit him, but they are also real murder weapons, let this girl understand that this is not her player's wine game.

Maybe he thought too much about it, and only took two steps forward, and Sean felt that the air around him was cold.

And the girl's face was not surprised, and she looked at herself more and more indifferently.

In less than a breath, Sean felt the soles of his shoes firmly glued to the floor.

macroscopic

Frost covered the entire foot.

"What did you do?" Trying to move his feet, Sean had no other way but to give up his boots.

The thin frost was so strong that no one could have imagined that their feet would be frozen in place.

The girl smiled, like a bloodthirsty jackal, and her mouth uttered unintelligible syllables, and she could hear that she was in a very good mood.

The boy, who had been standing behind the girl, spoke without any emotional accent: "Give up, tell me honestly where the plum blossom thirteen is, and fourteen may give you a happy death." ”

"Then I really thank you." Sean gritted his teeth, feeling the cold in his legs as he spoke.

"No thanks, I'm just giving you a reminder."

Fifteen, or rather, the boy called Plum Fifteen, is full of meanings in and out of his words

Ever since the two twins, who were fourteen or fifteen, came in, their attention had not left them, and their every move was under Sean's watchful eye.

There is no reason to fall into a trap when he is so vigilant, it is not that Sean is unable to break free from the frozen legs, but he is very curious about when these two people set up the game.

Fascinating things, Sean will do too. Most of the time, he will provoke the other party with words, and then secretly set his own trap, and by the time the other party notices, it is too late.

The reason he wanted to be the most and the only one who made himself look like he was stuck in the girl's layout and couldn't move was because he wanted to know how and when the girl set up the game.

The Blue Dragon Kingdom sometimes clings to traditions, and to put it mildly, it is to prevent the habits passed down from their ancestors from disappearing.

To put it mildly, it is stubborn.

When the Qinglong Kingdom was founded, this history can be traced back to thousands of years ago, precisely because the rulers of the past dynasties have adhered to the ancestral motto of respecting martial arts.

Even if he changed several surnames to dominate this continent, he still did not abandon the foundation of establishing a country by force.

There are pros and cons to this.

The good thing is that there is no need to fear that the country will suffer an irreparable blow because of the depravity of someone in power, as long as the person sitting at the top does not have the strength to match it, sooner or later it will go down.

Therefore, the Qinglong Kingdom has always maintained a vigorous battle, if it were not for the emergence of the Stan Kingdom, which was born out of thin air and rejuvenated the country with science and technology.

Everyone believes that the Blue Dragon Congress has gained control of the entire world.

On the bad side, when the farmer with the hoe puts it down, he becomes a complete fanatic, and he can't quench the impulse in his heart without fighting.

The conflict between neighbors is a trivial matter, and more importantly, the locally appointed officials can't suppress the big family that has developed for many years.

It's like Canghai City at this time.

Coming out of Liu Fusheng, Lin Feng had a satisfied smile on his face.

A servant ran to him, sweating profusely, bowed down and said, "Second son, everything is arranged, what else do you command?" ”

Well?!

Lin Feng didn't give an order, but looked at this little guy, feeling that it was not the first time he had seen this person.

When have you seen it, and asked with some uncertainty: "Lao Huang?" ”

"It's me, I didn't expect the second son to remember me, hehe"

A man in his forties still rubbed his head like a child, smirking.

Looking at Lao Huang's mouth of yellow teeth, Lin Feng was a little nostalgic, and he also sighed a little that the world was impermanent.

Immediately thinking of something, Lin Feng looked at Lao Huang's dress as a servant of the Lin family, frowned and asked, "Old Uncle Huang......"

"Just call me Lao Huang, don't call me that, I'm ...... I can't stand it. ”

Hearing Lin Feng call him uncle, Lao Huang hurriedly interrupted, and with his flattered expression, his whole body began to tremble.

"Ahem, old yellow. I remember you used to work in the kitchen, how do you do it now? ”

Lin Feng asked like this, not because he still remembered Lao Huang, but because of the rules of the Lin family.

If an elderly person wants to do errands, wouldn't it be for a person who can't read a few big words to do that paperwork.

If there is no Tao in this, Lin Feng will not believe it.

If it had been in the past, he would have made fun of Lao Huang a few words, and this matter would have passed.

After all, the person who wants to be in charge of the family is his eldest brother Lin Hesheng, not the second son of Lin who is destined to leave the Lin family and go to the wider world.