At this time, the cat's eyes were lazily staring at little Anthony, like a ragdoll cat lying on the cottage on the terrace to bask in the sun.

Little Anthony's attention was not on the cat, he stared at the glittering gemstone bracelet on the other's wrist, and cursed in a low voice, "Damn, that's what he once gave my mother." ”

The man in the silver mask who had blocked most of his face laughed low when he heard this: "It seems that you don't value this lucky little mouse as much as you appear." ”

After a pause, he added, "So that's why you're rebelling against your father?" ”

Little Anthony looked at him gloomily, and his expression at this time did not look at all like the humility and sunshine he showed in front of his father, occasionally with a little cowardice.

and the mature, funny, and humorous wandering warrior in front of Polya.

After a long time, he opened his mouth lightly: "The lion king is old, he must step back and let the new male lion lead the lion group, isn't it?" ”

The man laughed low again: "Survival of the fittest, natural selection, yes, yes." ”

"Don't worry, my old friend, once you've decided, my rangers will cooperate with you."

"After all, there aren't many opportunities to be able to enter the mansions of the middle nobles at will and take their wealth."

Little Anthony didn't respond, still staring at the man opposite for a long time, as if he wanted to see his true expression through his silver mask.

After a while, he ruthlessly dropped a threat: "I hope you do what you say, MissKing." ”

With that, little Anthony lifted the curtain and left.

As the other party's footsteps faded away, a slender white hand suddenly clasped the silver mask, took the mask off, and the camera shifted from the pair of cat's eyes to his chin.

It was still a pair of plump and gorgeous red lips, this time, when the red lips opened slightly, his voice changed from a low male voice to a hoarse female voice.

"My dear old friend, your hobby is as good as ever."

"Tease these little milk cats who have just grown teeth and claws, aren't you afraid of overturning in the gutter and raising a tiger?"

Before the words fell, the seemingly narrow back panel of the carriage turned over, and there was another space behind it, and Anthony, the archon of Sunset City, sat on the back panel of the real carriage, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, took a leisurely sip, and said softly: "The newborn tiger is going to eat meat, and at this time, you have to break his claws fiercely." ”

"Only then will he know what kind of enemy his claws should be stretched to."

"Heh......", without saying a word about the Archon's speech, Miss King stretched out his right hand, and the straps that had bound the cuffs were untied by him at some point, and the moment his hand was raised, the wide sleeves slipped down to the elbows, revealing a snow-white and moving forearm.

The string of gemstone bracelets on the wrist, at this moment, seemed to have become the ornament of this snow-white forearm.

"Look, this gemstone bracelet is still in my hand."

As he spoke, the arm was nimbly wrapped around the consul, who turned his head to avoid it like a snake and scorpion.

So, the hoarse laughter of a woman sounded in the carriage again.

The camera is deflected, and this time, it is a lively tavern that appears in the shot. Hot Books

The tavern is not large, and there are a dozen tables full of rangers and wandering samurai, and it can be seen that they are all shabby settlers in the lower city, living a life with a present and no tomorrow, and taking the money earned by hard work, drunk and dreaming here.

On an inconspicuous table in the corner, a black-clad warrior sat alone, his face obscured by a wide hood.

The rudimentary wooden door of the tavern rattled, and from time to time new rangers and wandering samurai rushed in from outside, and after looking around the crowded tavern, they saw that the eyes of the black-clothed samurai lit up, and they rushed towards the table in the corner.

If there is an acquaintance in the tavern, he will stop in time, and he, who has no acquaintance, will stop as he gradually approaches the black warrior.

Until the door of the tavern, it is opened from the outside again.

Unlike the others who opened the door with their feet, this guest politely pushed the door open with his hand.

A few drunken guests in the tavern who had not yet drunk raised their heads when they heard the movement, and greeted happily one by one: "Hey! Atheus! ”

"You kid hasn't been seen for a while, and you gave a colored hat to someone in Midtown?"

Immediately, someone coaxed: "Tell us about it, let us learn and learn too." ”

The tavern erupted in bursts of cheerful laughter.

Obviously, this ranger called Atheus is very popular.

was ridiculed by everyone, he was not ashamed, but proudly puffed up his chest and looked proud: "Aha, let me drink a few glasses before telling you, this time it will definitely scare you." ”

As he spoke, he had already walked to the table of the black-clothed warrior, but the tavern, which had been somewhat noisy, gradually quieted down, and everyone watched silently as he sat down at the black-clothed warrior's table.

After a few moments, the tavern was bustling again.

But the drunkards seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they didn't look at the table in the corner, and they didn't mention the affair of Asius.

After Atheus sat down opposite the black-clothed warrior, his eyes fell directly on the slender and powerful hand of the other party spread out on the table, and at this time, standing between the ten fingers of these hands, there was a small snow-white dagger, like a butterfly wearing flowers, flying around, flexible and eye-catching.

That's exactly why drunkards stop there, the idea is too hard to mess with.

Atheus's attention was not all in this skillful hand, after carefully examining the symbol of the angry flame red lotus on the knife, he confirmed that this was the person who asked him to come, Axius opened his mouth impatiently: "What's the matter with me?!" ”

A deep male voice rang out: "Patience, my friend, a little more patience." ”

"We're waiting for a friend, and he'll be here soon."

Before the words fell, the door of the tavern was opened again, and this time, the most curious drunkard did not raise his head, but if he looked through their bodies with their backs to the door and focused on their hands, he would find that many people's hands were trembling slightly, and in the beer glasses in their hands, bitter rye beer spilled uncontrollably, but they didn't care about the distress, and poured a big gulp to suppress the shock.

"The head of the snake?! How did he come here? If I had known, I wouldn't have come to Old Man Tom's! ”

"Shut up! Idiot! Do you want to kill everyone? ”

The big snake head wrapped in a black robe easily found his target, and walked briskly but firmly towards the corner.

When he arrived at the round table, he sat down next to the black-clothed warrior without hesitation, and moved the chair out with great interest, without getting too close to the other party.