Without any transition, the middle-aged man was already standing in the hall of the official residence, and this behavior was simply without scruples, and he stood at a distance of one step within the door frame, point

Townsend was surprised that this guy had walked through the door

In the blink of an eye, has it changed dramatically?

The middle-aged man was quite tall, very thin, and strangely thin, not skinny or muscle atrophy, but like someone had wrapped up his muscle fat with transparent tape and wrapped it tightly.

You would think that the person in front of you is just an ordinary middle-aged man, who is suffering from the hard years. Because his expression is wooden, and his thick stubble has not been shaved clean, he has nothing of the so-called master's coldness, arrogance, might, and domineering.

This is actually quite a unique person, and the biggest characteristic of his body is the omnipresent sense of disobedience.

He wore a gray robe, the kind of second-hand that could be bought for fifty copper plates on a stall, and the placket was open so that a haphazard belt could be seen inside, but the boots on his feet were so fine that the shiny leather reflected the reflections around him, and the embroidery of silver thread was so vivid that not even a grain of ash could be found on it

If self-contradiction is also a talent, then the middle-aged man in front of him is undoubtedly unique in the world......

The word "low-key" seems to be a compliment, but in essence, this is a passive posture, in the final analysis, it is still a suppression and disguise of nature: no one naturally likes to be passive, the so-called low-key, just a last resort, point

So the middle-aged man is a big man, and he is a big man who doesn't need the help of his entourage and is very capable.

He stood casually, but like a long sword, sticking upright by the door. It's not that his body has lost so much, but that his temperament is not only tough and dignified" There is also a kind of cold light flickering characteristic: Townsend has seen a similar temperament in Hughes, if you have to compare, Hughes is more like a fierce scimitar, sharp and thick is far less than this middle-aged man.

Even if he knew that the other party was a big man, Townsend couldn't help but praise this benevolent brother for being bohemian, otherwise he would be sorry for himself...... Besides, it's not a way to stay silent, someone has to come out and break it.

He hissed and looked back, and found that everyone in the hall of the mansion was holding their breath, "as if their eyes were frozen." So Townsend watched it back and forth twice, and couldn't tell who hit him at all.

He knew they weren't playing the "guess who's hitting you" game, but there were more ways to remind them, and you scum had to do it?

Even Pfister's masquerade brilliance fits this theme.

Or is this bohemian uncle bigger than he thinks?

"Voyager on the journey, greetings you in the name of faith!" Jacques bowed respectfully with a modest face.

"Leader of the journey, greetings you in the name of longing!" said Marcia and Pfister after a half-hour delay before bowing down.

Townsend thinks this posture is good-looking, but he has not practiced it, it must not be good, and if he folds it hard, he may curse, and if ......he really wants to scold it, how disrespectful it is to scold the guests? Thankfully, they didn't see it, and the guests didn't look at him at all.

"How so," Jacques' muffled answer was immediately interrupted, but not on him.

Townsend saw it very clearly, + passion The master who was sticking to the corner of the wall also wanted to answer, but he opened his mouth with a smile, and the back of his head hit the wall with a "bang!" His body was originally against the wall, but after the tremor of the drama, there was a new change, and now it was like a humanoid notice that was glued to the wall after being flattened.

Townsend's eyes flickered.

Although he didn't see the power of the ability, but the middle-aged man's hand must be a power! He always couldn't figure out what the "what you want is what you get" in the ability textbook, but now he understands that the middle-aged man's whole body does not move at all, and he doesn't even turn his gaze, and the effect is full of cleanliness and effect.

"This is the contemporary leader of my Psychic Master Guild. Marcia straightened up and said to Townsend in a straight voice: "Lead the contemporary, deter the contemporary!"

"He?!" Townsend spoke highly of the middle-aged man, and he didn't guess his identity in his heart, but he didn't think about the contemporary master, because he knew the inside story, Aunt Hazel's handwriting was written in black and white, and he warmly wished the little fat man that he would have no food from now on. So he subconsciously retorted: "No, the contemporary master is a fat man!"

"You ......" Marcia turned her head and looked at him strangely.

"Really, it's a fat man! I've been fat since I was a child, a little chubby ......" Townsend was explaining sincerely, but his perception and consciousness were aware, and as soon as he turned around, he bumped into the middle-aged man's gaze, as well as his look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Unconvinced but conscious, Townsend immediately stood against the wall, the back of his head only two centimeters from the wall.

The words of the "promising" middle-aged man seemed to fall out of the cracks of his mouth: "You die quietly." ”

"Not afraid of death. Townsend was surprised by his honesty, because it was shameless to speak like this: "I'm just afraid of pain." ”

"Hear the truth. I don't know how the middle-aged man confirmed the authenticity, he asked Townsend again: "The anomaly must be in awe, where do you see?"

"Do you still need to see this?" Townsend secretly paid attention to the words that came out of his mouth: "Everyone has awe in their hearts, but idiots don't." ”

"There are too many people who claim to be fearless. ”

"That's worse than an idiot. As soon as he said this, Townsend wanted to slap himself in the mouth. What kind of person is this person on the other side? Contemporary master! He is probably the kind of person who has no fear, and he didn't deliberately hit the muzzle of the gun?

"Hey!" The smile, like lightning, quickly rolled over the middle-aged man's face: "What is the name of someone who is better than an idiot." ”

"Brain-dead. Townsend's answer was smooth, and his eyes were also looking around, he was observing, and he had more hope of where to run later.

"This guy. The middle-aged man's gaze fell on Marcia like lightning, and he finally had a tone when he spoke: "You man?"

Marcia's expression was awe-inspiring, and he began to fold respectfully: "The ...... of the one who leads the way"

"Receive. ”

"I didn't say it earlier. Marcia's body immediately regained its straightness, and she replied to him without squinting, "No." ”

"Don't want him?" Ingmar even had an expression now, and spoke highly of Townsend: "Are you stupid?"

"This bastard doesn't ...... at all" Marcia pulled back from the precipice and shook her neck proudly: "The personality is not compatible!"

"Hmm" huh?" The middle-aged man began to fall in love: "Then I'll help you beat him?"

"I'm going to beat my brother, what are you talking about, bad old man?" Marcia stood firm, but couldn't move Townsend. Because their conversation changed from strange to familiar, and then from familiar to forgetful, it has moved Townsend so much that they turned out to be so close, mother, I don't have to run away now

"She's learned badly, and you're responsible. The middle-aged man glanced at Townsend for a second, and then disappeared. ！~