The most worthy of rest is the weak and pitiful Star Pupil behind Light String, who has heard in Demacia that Ionia is rich in gentle and considerate women. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It seems that this is indeed the case, the amplitude of each step is so short, and you still need to work hard to speed up the pace ahead, each step will make the neat black hair tremble slightly, and the pure white ribbon that she wears due to "blindness" does not make a feeling of "this is an inferior disabled person", and with the same pure beauty as the Demacian white dress, she is as pitiful as an angel who has lost her wings, and makes people want to pull it into her arms and gently soothe her.

The slightly upturned bridge of her nose held up a little dark gap under the ribbon, and she wanted to see from below whether this beautiful angel had really been plucked from her pure white wings, and her slightly opened cherry lips seemed to murmur about the helplessness of the darkness in her vision.

How pitiful it is, but the man who has this girl has an expression of imminent mourning, completely unsmiling, and taking such big steps, don't you know that the angel behind you is trying to follow you helplessly?

A person who doesn't know how to pity, even if he is so gorgeous on the outside, is still ugly on the inside.

"I knew that in this isolated land of the world, the human beings here are also barbaric, especially these men, which really makes me angry."

A brown-haired Demacian with blue eyes stared at the pair who had entered the hotel, stroking his chin and stubble in an unhappy tone.

"My friend, don't make trouble, this is the mysterious East, Ionia, not the taverns of the Demacian neighborhood, and not the underground black market of Noxus, be more restrained."

Looking at his handsome friend, Sirot pinched his hooked nose and licked his lips to persuade him, he didn't want this good friend who had accompanied him all the way from Demacia to this island country to be killed by a guy who looked like a recluse, because of a beautiful blind man.

"Alas, what a pity, there are always so many things that make me regret in this world, what an Ionian girl who is as beautiful as an angel, how did she be born in Ionia, you know, Sirot, if she was a Demacian, it is estimated that I would not have come to Ionia together in a few years, and it is estimated that in a few years, my son can run all over the ground."

Orson shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his beer, shaking his head and sighing, as silent as a prodigal son frustrated in love.

Sirot raised his eyebrows and put his elbow on the mahogany table and shook the barrel under his buttocks, looked at this good friend and said in a weird manner: "Do you know, Mr. Orsin, the son of the master of Demacia's swordsmanship, now these lusts of yours are really useless, look up, who is the beautiful girl following, see?"

Raising his finger and pointing at the light string that was picking out the room, he waited until Orson looked at it with disdain and continued: "It's behind the man who looks like a girl and a duck, and you don't underestimate people, do you see that sword, I suspect he may be a hermit."

"Cut, Hermit."

Ao Sen slanted from a distance and climbed the stairs with the light string of the star pupil, smashing it in his mouth, smashing it and looking at the little fat man who was sarcastic about himself and said: "Except for my father, I have never been afraid of anyone, hermit, hermit, you always say these words along the way, are you afraid."

"How could I be afraid, how could Sirot, who had experienced so many lives and deaths along the way, be afraid, at the execution ground of Draven, I didn't even blink my eyes."

Taking the beer cup and drinking it down, Sirot patted his little belly and glanced at Orson.

"You didn't blink, you just covered your eyes."

Orson also glanced at him and said.

"What, do you like it?"

Seeing that the other party's blue eyes still swept towards the staircase from time to time, Sirot asked.

"Of course, I like it, I like it very much."

As a matter of course, Orson ordered two more beers and pushed a glass to Sirot and replied.

"Heh, hehehe, idiot, you can only watch if you like it!"

Sirot gave his middle finger to Orson with a scowling look, who gave him a faint look and ignored him.

After a while, half of the beers in the glasses of the two of them went down, although the hotel hall was like a tavern, but it was not noisy, but this slight silence brought a little dull feeling to Orson, frowning and looking for a topic with Sirot: "Fatty, have you heard, there has been an accident in the Ionian capital recently."

"Oh well, the wanted criminal Ember, ran away, such a big news, of course I will hear about it."

Sirot replied with a shrug.

"I heard that half of that cargo is gone, this can run, it's a miracle."

Shaking his brown hair, Orson sighed.

"Well, it's a little strong, but someone else helped him, I guess this time, Ionia has become interesting again."

Sirot said with a sudden hiccup.

"TM, it stinks, you're disgusting."

Orson kicked the barrel under Sirot's ass with a chill, but the tonnage of the other party was a little farther away.

"Don't kick, idiot, you barbarian, there's a lot of people here!"

"Damn it, you disgusting pig, make me gag!"

The two of them sprayed each other for a moment, attracting the attention of Ionia, Demacia, and Madame Piltworth beside them for a while, and felt that it was not interesting or embarrassing, and then obediently went back.

Orson crutched his chin, silently pondering, his eyes swept wildly around.

"Fatty, we escaped from our home and crossed almost the entire continent, but what is our purpose?"

slapped Sirot's belly with his hand, and ushered in the other party's equally confused words: "This ...... I didn't even think about it. ”

"So, have you figured it out now?"

Leaning over, the two pairs of blue eyes looked at each other for a while, and Sirot blinked sluggishly and said, "I lost 80 pounds of meat?"

“…… Count, count...... It's really unmotivated garbage. ”

Ao Sen was choked by the little fat man in front of him, who was currently 150 pounds, and then said with hatred.

"Oh my God, did you figure it out, your purpose, damn it!"

"Cut, can I be like you? I figured it out just now. ”

Orson shook his head and said.

"Hmph, for what purpose?"

"Take that girl to Demacia, and let her bear an heir for me and my family!"

Taking out his family's badge representing the nobility, Orson shook it in front of Sirot.

“…… It's really interesting, hehehe. ”