Chapter 42 Perceiving

Silence is often habitually understood as acquiescence, and this is not just a joke, but true. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Therefore, at this moment, Nick's silence can be said to make half of the people recognize Moron's identity as a half-aristocrat in the question just now.

In fact, those onlookers are basically from aristocratic backgrounds, and of course they don't want to see their teacher just a commoner.

However, the corners of Mo Long's mouth slowly evoked a charming smile.

Nick was frowning and thinking about how to take down this person reasonably, but before he could figure it out, when he looked up, he saw Mo Long's weird smile, and he was chuckling in his heart, realizing that something might be wrong.

But he went through the previous words in his mind in an instant, and it seemed, maybe, that there should be no problem?

Then Mo Long had already spoken: "Since you admit that you are a count-level nobleman of the Ashton Empire, then you are not only disrespectful to a duke now, but even plan to make a move against a duke. You...... What the hell is the intention?!"

Nick was shocked.

Everyone knows that Nick Hodgson can't have "any intentions", and even if he does, it's just to clean up Moron, but the current situation is like this, Moron's reasoning is reasonable, although everyone knows that the Duke of the Field family is actually making a very loud fart, but no one can say that Morone is wrong.

Nick gasped in anger, he held the light with one hand, and with a flick of the other, he directly smashed the three unlucky eggs he controlled in mid-air to the ground.

And Diar's fall is called a pain, but he looked at Nick and Morone, and thought, the last time this guy murdered the duke, I was deducted, what are you.

But Diar's screams made Nick Hodgson think of a possible breakthrough, and he glanced at the two-teared Mr. Baron and opened his mouth.

However, how could Mo Long give the other party a chance to speak?

Our Mr. Traveler raised his voice and said directly, "Nick Hodgson, do you want to take advantage of Baron Dial?!"

He turned his wheelchair by himself, not retreating, but forward, in the sound of the wheels crushing the ground, and said, "What are you trying to do with me?!"

Mo Long's question was loud, but it was a big nonsense that almost everyone could understand.

However, Nick turned around because of this sentence.

Because Mo Long had already turned the wheelchair under him and came to him.

Mo Long sat in a wheelchair, raised his head, looked at the middle-aged spellcaster in front of him, Mr. Nick Hodgson, who looked gloomy as water, took a slight breath, whispered, and kindly reminded: "Time, it's not too short." ”

This sentence really made Nick's face twitch slightly, and he finally realized something, he was also used as a gun.

Because he and Mo Long have been confronting each other here for a long time, even the students have gathered more than a dozen people, but none of the other people who can take care of things have come.

Nick didn't believe that those guys would be sluggish, of course, even if someone came, they might not be on the front line with him, but if someone didn't come, it meant a problem.

Nick Hodgson's face was completely gloomy, looking like a dead man, he pinched his palm, directly extinguished the light in his palm, and the huge pressure emanating from his body suddenly dissipated, he glanced at Mo Long deeply, and read word by word: "Sparky Field." ”

Of course, Mo Long could hear the threat in the other party's tone, but our Mr. Traverser just shrugged helplessly and said, "I think you have time to pronounce my name, you might as well think more about it, and save yourself from continuing to be a gunman next time - and besides, although my name is not very good, you don't need to repeat it to disgust me, right?"

Nick took a breath and said slowly, "You can talk so much nonsense under my pressure, the wolf cub of the Field family really lives up to his reputation." ”

Mo Long's face changed suddenly.

And throwing off this sentence, the caster turned his head and walked away, without saying another nonsense.

Mo Long glanced at the back of the person with complicated eyes, glanced at the three unlucky people who were still rolling on the ground and no one cared about, shook his head, and suppressed the chaotic thoughts that were chaotic in an instant, he felt that he might not be able to carry it to this extent, so he turned his head directly to look at Akali.

Little Lori was looking at him dumbfounded.

Mo Long said angrily: "Why don't you come and help me push the wheelchair?" My hands are about to fall off." ”

Akali reacted in hindsight, this time, he was full of energy, directly put away the war hammer in his hand, and jumped to Mo Long's side, doing his own work.

Mo Long was pushed by Akali all the way out of the front door of the library, and when he passed through the crowd of onlookers, Mo Long obviously felt that the group of people looked at him differently.

At the beginning, Mo Long pretended to be B, never looked at anyone, and planned to use a strong and cold image to the end, so that this group of guys who laughed at him all day long had long eyes.

But Mo Long still couldn't hold back in the end, and glanced at someone.

Then, he realized that something was wrong.

Because that look, the look, is completely different from the shock and respect of the successful person who pretends to be B.

It's an emotion that is hard for our travelers to describe.

How to say it, a complex look that combines multiple emotions such as contempt, pity, and wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

Mo Long suddenly pretended not to be calm, he looked around the people around him, and found that this group of guys was looking at him with a look of dirty things, and his whole person withered.

Our Mr. Traveler wondered, he just seemed a little shameless and vexatious, how could he take back his disdain?

However, there is still one exception, our little Miss Akali is now looking at Mo Long's expression, that is really looking at the adoring eyes of the big brother.

Well, at least I still got a fan.

As for the others, Moron already knew Mr. Sparkerfield's image among the public, so it didn't matter what they did, right?

Mo Long took a deep breath, pushed by Akali, and slowly walked through the crowd, and when the surroundings were completely quiet, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at the sky with flowing clouds.

Above the sky, flowing clouds rolled up, and dazzling rampages burned at the end of the sky, shining bright light all over the earth.

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