"It's unbearable." Lancaster teased softly, his eyes cold as he looked at the wriggling tablecloth.

Yes, what kind of expression and mood Deburle was under the tablecloth, everyone could no longer see, all they could see was a wriggling tablecloth.

Even though it is such a funny image, the humiliation and sadness in it are really sad!

That was what Lancaster thought, but he didn't stand up to be a messenger of justice.

As smart as he was, he already knew that this would disrupt Tang Ling's rhythm.

Now that things are going on, something is not hard to guess, isn't it? At least Liszt also guessed it, he turned the wine glass in his hand, thinking, hesitating, did he want to make a move now, disrupt Tang Ling's rhythm, and do all this before Tang Ling?

He was going to compete with Tang Ling for the emperor, and he had a secret hidden in his heart, a secret told to him by a prophet.

The secret that allowed him to walk smoothly to the throne of the King of God.

He didn't know if the secret could really work, after all, everything about prophecy was mysterious.

But as long as he could try, Liszt was willing to try it. Of course, the premise is that after weighing the pros and cons.

Just like the current matter, Liszt was weighing the pros and cons, and he quickly deduced all kinds of possibilities, and all kinds of advantages and disadvantages, as well as possible results.

"I lacked a collaborator. Identity is also a hindrance sometimes. Liszt finally decided not to disrupt Tang Ling's rhythm.

He put down his glass and whispered to himself.

Henk was a little puzzled by this sentence, but he was silent and didn't ask much, but Liszt turned his head and smiled at Henk: "Anyway, this Omir is also an eyesore, right?" ”

"It's disgusting." Henk made no secret of his dislike for Omir.

Of course, it was not only Lancaster and Liszt who had ideas, but when it came to status and intelligence, there was no teenager who could compare with them.

In their own thoughts, the tablecloth finally stopped wriggling.

A fine dress skirt fell out from under the tablecloth.

Omir was furious, looked at the skirt and yelled, "Pick it up." ”

The tablecloth stood still, and the butler had fallen into deep despair at this time, and at this point, the family's blame was absolutely unavoidable.

In that case, you might as well do something you want to do.

Thinking of this, the butler stepped forward, picked up the skirt, and handed it to Omir.

Omir glanced at the butler: "Who told you to pick it?" ”

The butler bent lower, but reached out and handed the skirt to Omir, and did not speak.

Tang Ling suddenly coughed at this time, and said to himself: "I'm full, I'm so bored, why don't we go back?" ”

Omir turned his head abruptly and glared at Tang Ling viciously! How can you let him go? The key is that you can't leave the other side!

Everything deviates from his imagination and what he wants, how can he be willing? He wants to take it back, and fight for it all, since such a gentle and polite way is not good, then forcibly snatch and forcibly persecute.

Wasn't the lawless Omir always like this? That's how he behaved in the family, and the Poseidon family was one of the three major families, and in his heart it was still above the top ten forces on land, so why not do it now?

I have to say that Tang Ling's sentence of leaving is so appropriate.

The irritated Omir didn't have time to deal with the butler and Debur, he pulled the skirt from the butler's hand, and then walked towards the location of Tang Ling and the others.

In this process, Omir always glared at Tang Ling viciously.

Tang Ling seemed to find it a little funny, with his hands in his pockets, tilting his head and looking at Omir playfully, as if Omir was a funny clown.

This attitude was undoubtedly defiant in Omir's eyes.

"The big drama is on." Lancaster pulled a handful of Saxonys and stepped aside from a slightly central position in the garden.

As he retreated, a group of teenagers followed him, and coincidentally, his retreat intentionally or unintentionally obscured the entrance to the garden from the room.

"The flowers over there seem to be beautiful." The gentle smile on Liszt's face never seemed to fade, and no one knew why he noticed a flower at this time.

Anyway, he walked towards the so-called flower, and Henk followed him, and several important captains belonging to Liszt's fleet seemed to sense something and followed Liszt as well.

Then another group of people followed, although they were a little confused about the direction of the whole thing, but it was always not wrong to follow the big guys.

And Liszt's retreat was also very coincidental, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the door to enter this dinner garden square.

As for the butler, he helped Debul, who had not taken off the tablecloth from beginning to end, and walked towards the room, and said loudly and comfortingly as he walked: "Shaozun is just in a bad mood, don't worry about it, the dinner will continue." Nothing will happen. ”

As for Debul under the tablecloth, she was still silent, but now in sympathy, no one wanted to know what kind of expression Debul was? Are there any tears?

These subtleties, whether Lancaster's, Liszt's, or even the butler's, were furious, and Omir, who was anxious to get back everything so-called, did not notice it at all.

In his eyes burning with anger, there was only Tang Ling's provocative expression, and the other side that was still so beautiful that people wanted to take possession of it immediately, and it was best to be able to ravage it fiercely.

It may be that his momentum is too amazing, and the teenagers who were originally grabbing food around the long table have all stepped aside, and there is not much to eat on the table anyway.

The felt hat and Lu Xiaohua glanced at Tang Ling worriedly, hesitated for a second, but did not retreat.

Tang Ling tilted his head: "Do you want to wait for food?" Maybe there will be more later? Now don't stand here and stand in the way of the chef serving the food. ”

The felt hat and Lu Xiaohua glanced at each other, and then retreated.

And Omir sneered, this despicable beggar, this pig, still thinking about eating?

In the next second, he stood still in front of Tang Ling.

Tang Ling raised his head and looked at Omir with some innocent looks: "Are you very rich?" And the dishes, right? ”

"Fuck off." Omir didn't look at Tang Ling, he directly squeezed Tang Ling away and walked in front of the other side.

"Put it on." Omir's eyes were cold, and he looked at the other side without concealing it, like looking at a prey.

The other side didn't look at Omir at all, but looked at Tang Ling, who was squeezed away, and said lightly: "Aren't you going back?" ”

"I said, let you put it on. Now, right now, right now, right here! Omir roared.

Then he handed over the skirt in his hand, as if he wanted to stuff it into the other side's hand.

And at this moment, Tang Ling suddenly stood in front of the other side, and no one knew how he grabbed Omir's hand: "The skirt is very beautiful, how about I wear it?" ”