Otto saw his brother's ecstatic appearance, diluted his guilt a little, and told his brother the ins and outs: he was recognized by Lu. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Lu that ignorant girl's cramping head actually came up with a perverted revenge request. He would rather die than obey. Lu is torn by him, and then locked in the toilet by him for reflection.

"Introspection?!" Frederick slammed Otto's head: "You need to introspect!

Otto held his head with tears in his eyes and whimpered aggrievedly: "But what now? We finally joined forces with the Holy See, were we beaten back to the Stone Age overnight?"

Frederick touched his chin and wandered around a few times, came over and stroked Otto's head, enlightened and comforted him: "Don't be too pessimistic. After Victoria picked up Lu, she settled the bill by the way, which shows that she maintained the guest of honor, and you didn't pull Victoria's hatred for the time being, but you offended Lu, and the situation was not too bad. Observing Victoria's attitude, it can be deduced that Lu did not accuse you too much, she may have just cried and complained about her grievances, and hurriedly went home. ”

"Will this be the case...... Otto felt a kind of fear of escaping death, and his heart fluttered, and a hazy gratitude rose.

"I warned you not to provoke Lu. The contradictory combination of violence and innocence was originally a time bomb, and she died to save face, so she must be extremely vindictive. Frederick sat down and analyzed carefully, and after speaking, he tried to comfort Otto: "But she is a fighting girl, and if she can cultivate to this invincible little appearance, she must have a stubborn and almost paranoid independence, and she must solve her own affairs by herself, and never trouble others." Because people who depend on care will not get stronger. ”

Otto's anxiety gradually dissipated, and he felt that there was room for the Holy See and the Knights to relax, and finally stopped drinking.

Frederick continued: "And she is so thin-skinned, so face-loving, holding you down, watching you pee, how can she be embarrassed to say to Victoria? If you still want to live, you'd better not talk nonsense. If Lu had heard about these things from a third-party source, she would have killed you before committing suicide. ”

Otto said, "It's not that it is, it's definitely going to be." She said it herself. Brother, you have to keep it a secret for me. ”

Frederick was stunned for a moment, sat straight for a second, and then suddenly lay down on the sofa slowly, crossed Erlang's legs, and said leisurely: "My tongue is as disobedient as a newspaper, and I am afraid of nonsense." Asking me to keep it secret is not something that can be done with a single order, it needs to be constantly spurred on. ”

Otto was so angry that he closed his eyes and clenched his fists, and said hatefully: "Bastard...... I'll treat you next time you drink. ”

Frederick cheekily picked his teeth, looked at the ceiling, and said to the ground: "What do you call me?"

"Brother...... Eldest brother. Otto tried to pin his brother into a ball and kick him into the stars, but he held back. He nearly gave in to Lou today, but fearing retribution from Lu, he formally surrendered to Frederick.

It's an unbearable page.

Frederick patted Otto on the shoulder with great pride and said kindly, "Well behaved, I'll keep it a secret for a ......week! It's up to you to behave. ”

"Don't motivate me to kill you, brother. "When Frederick was about to go home in triumph, he heard a cold warning wafting from behind.

Frederick remembered Otto's cold arrow with a shudder, and hurriedly turned back to take his hand: "Let's go back and rest, tomorrow must be a thrilling day, because war has been declared on each other." ”

Otto held his temper, like a coaxed girlfriend, and was dragged by him angrily, and reluctantly followed him.

When Frederick entered the theater, the festival was full [97/100].

When you leave the theater, you will only have [-3/100] left, and you will have 100 points in reserve. The divine power value is as high as 73, and it is soaring.

Oppenheimer was a little restless, dizzy, and a little painful in his stomach, which made his steps flutter. He suspects that Filia is suspected of murder when she kicks him away.

"When that day comes, I'm going to sell Filia into a brothel. Oppenheimer thought through gritted teeth, "And visit her every day." ”

The family doctor confirmed that he did not have a cold, and only prescribed him a cup of butter with a refreshing psychedelic effect to distract from the pain. Oppenheimer was convinced that he was a quack, and without saying a word, he kicked the family doctor out of the mansion and found cold medicine for himself.

When he hid in the wagon in the rainstorm, the people were drenched, and the heavy clothes were like a pile of dripping kelp. "How could it be that you didn't have a cold?" Oppenheimer thought indignantly.

A bunch of medicines knocked down, and the calming and sleeping effect of cold medicine and the psychedelic effect of warbler corn milk antagonized, and Oppenheimer saw that people had double vision.

As the rainstorm subsided, Oppenheimer blew out the lights early and went to bed early, dizzy. But the lightning outside the window came in waves, and the dark room flickered and flickered, and Oppenheimer's dreams were like brittle eggshells cracking, and doubts shone in him, making him unable to close his eyelids.

In the hazy night, Oppenheimer's eyelids leaked open, and he vaguely saw an old man with gray hair hanging down strangely beside the table, holding up a sterling silver wine glass, pinching it in the moonlight to study, his little finger dripping with thick blood.

Oppenheimer's hair suddenly exploded in fright, and he wanted to hug the quilt tightly and shrink to the corner of the bed, but his eyelids were heavy with cold medicine and psychedelics, and he couldn't open them for a while.

"What a charming cup, only blood can match it. Mendelssohn's money, you really don't spend it softly. ”

Then the old man turned his head slowly, and the fresh mottled knife wounds cut his features apart, and the dripping blood flowed incessantly, and the fresh muscles rolled out of the cracks in the skin, making the living face so fresh that it was terrifying.

Oppenheimer's quilt was soaked with sweat, and he opened his mouth wide and screamed hard, but his throat was paralyzed by the drug and he was silent, as if he was choked by a ghost. He watched the bloody face calmly approach the head of the bed, but desperately told himself "This is a nightmare!", and as he struggled to wake himself up, his will to survive was like a rampaging beast, and finally he commanded his throat and roared out a cry that swallowed mountains and rivers: "It's okay with me! Mendelssohn!" (To be continued.) )