Am I really doing something wrong......

In the snow outside the theater, Wenslin, who got down from the carriage, did not immediately walk to the theater gate to attend the banquet, but leaned on the side of the carriage like a spear beside him, standing quietly in the snowflakes, wrapping his arms, and gently touching his left arm that had been bandaged by the wounded cloth, with a gloomy and decadent expression.

And whether he wanted to or not, as an air-level martial artist, his keen hearing clearly included the discussions in the distance, including the undisguised mockery and resentment in them...... To be honest, Wenslin didn't really mind that. By the time he had betrayed his mentor and sent the spear into the back of the Sea Tower, he had already prepared for this situation.

It's ridiculous, what do they know......

Who knows the far-reaching influence of the Sword God lineage in the empire better than himself, a former disciple of the Sword God? It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the master is ...... As long as the sword god is well, no matter who ascends the throne and is crowned, he cannot ignore the opinion of the sword god, and he must first go through the approval of the sword god...... It is precisely because of this that at the moment of the fall of the Sword God, all aspects of the backlash effect will follow.

The sword god is going to die, and the sword god is going to be finished. Just as a tree is about to fall and a mountain is about to collapse, at this time, who will care about the life and death of the birds and birds in the trees and the beasts in the mountains?

Not to mention anything else, just the enemy of the Sword God lineage, who can bear the huge pressure from the Temple of Light?

In this way, I have re-chosen a strong backer for the family to ensure the glory of the family and the inheritance will continue. Just like most of you are doing now, to fall into the hands of the second prince and submit to the eldest prince......

Am I doing something wrong?

No, I didn't do anything wrong! never, never--

clenched his fists. The snowflakes that fell on his shoulders suddenly fell. Wensling let out a long breath of heat. Like a beast in a trap. The gaze is fierce. Immediately, he raised his hand into his arms, took out a small brown box, opened it, took out a delicate cigarette from it, and lit it......

The smoke rises, probably because I don't smoke often, and the action of lighting a cigarette is a little clumsy, and there is also a bit of coughing. Vincelin's eyes were red. The expression on his face behind the smoke was even more trance-like......

If I have done nothing wrong, why do you have to hold on to me? Why are even my people like this......

Yes, Wensling could not speak in the eyes of surprise people, but he could not let go of the alienated attitude of the people in the clan around him. I believe that no matter who is put on this, they can't mind!

All his actions are obviously for the honor of the family. It was also because of the support and instigation of all the elders of the family that he betrayed his master and killed his brother. Even the wound on his left arm. It was also left behind in the fierce battle with the bandits who broke into the manor at night in order to save the people in the clan two days ago......

He has done everything he can. Also dedicated a qiē, including reputation. So, why do they look at me like they're looking at a monster that eats people...... They don't even want to look at me...... Why?

It's not human inside and out!hehe...... Why, what?

"Young Master. As Wenslin's body trembled and gasped for breath in confusion and resentment, one of the guards cowered closer, "The lord has already led the people in first, and he asked me to tell you that the theater guard has already greeted you, and you can enter through the side door with a gun later." And also...... And don't care what others say, it will pass. ”

As the words fell, Wensling waved his hand impatiently, and the family guard immediately bowed and retreated as if he had been pardoned.

Oh, look, they won't even go in with me......

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Wensling chuckled at himself, shaking his head inexplicably.

Under the snowflakes, Wenslin, leaning against the shadow of the carriage on the side of the road, contrasted with the laughter and laughter of the main entrance of the theater not far away.

Between light and darkness, one is deserted, the other is lively, like two completely different worlds!

After a while, half of the cigarette fell into the snow, the green smoke was faint, and the hot red cigarette butt also melted small snowflakes after sacrificing his own fire. Immediately, Wensling grabbed the cold spear from the side, shook off the snow flakes on his body, and at the same time collected his face, and strode towards the side door of the theater with an expressionless face.

In the meantime, of course, you will meet aristocratic acquaintances who come to the banquet. But Wenslin walked straight without squinting, as if he hadn't seen him, and had no intention of saying hello at all. Of course, no one will come up to greet him. Yes, they just hurriedly retreated from the strange look they looked at after dodging, as if they were looking at a plague god who suddenly descended on the mortal world......

However, there are exceptions. Just as Wenslin was about to step on the side door stairs, suddenly, a shrill voice came from one side,

"Yo, isn't this Wenslin, long time no see...... You slut still have a face?" The seemingly familiar greeting was followed by a sharp and spicy taunt, which made Winslin's face sink suddenly, and he paused at the bottom of the steps, which also made the nobles on the side either shocked or stunned.

Just like a nobleman just said, after all, Wen Slim was born in the sword god lineage, and he was extremely talented, and his strength was undoubted. Therefore, although everyone present despised his character, they were afraid of his strength, and they still didn't dare to say some ugly words, at least not to their faces. And now this harsh tone is undoubtedly a direct release of these words that dare not be said, which is completely a posture of tearing the face, which naturally makes the hearts of the onlookers tighten, for fear that Wenslin will suddenly go crazy, which will affect them and cause this celebration.

However, when everyone heard the sound and turned to the owner of the harsh voice, their expressions couldn't help but be stunned, abrupt, and then relaxed.

Is it ......him?

It is indeed not surprising that looking at Philip on the steps with a mocking look on his face, Winsling's face twitched, and he unconsciously looked away, lowering his head and turning to the step, intending to bypass.

From beginning to end, Winslin didn't feel like he had done anything wrong, nor did he feel that anyone was qualified to laugh at him. But this obviously does not include the sword god lineage and Philip's family, who were deeply hurt by him.

"What?" Philip stepped sideways at the same time, stopping in front of Wenslin again, and sneered, "Do you Wensling have the courage to betray his master, but don't you dare to talk to me?"

"Get out of the way!" Wincelyn finally couldn't hold back anymore and roared in a deep voice, "Today is the coronation celebration of the Grand Prince, and I don't want to conflict with you. ”

"Wow, are you going to do something to me?" Okay, come on!" Philip exaggeratedly leaned back and spread his hands, undiminished mockery, "Anyway, you even dare to kill your senior brother Haita, what do I count, do you say yes-come! Kill me with the spear of the divine soldier forged by my grandfather who traveled all over for you and worked tirelessly to collect materials!"

Suddenly he roared violently, and Wenslin's body suddenly trembled slightly, and his palms gripped the body of the gun tightly, crunching.

There was an instant silence.

"What are you afraid of-Winsling, look up at me!" Roaring and roaring, Philip, who stepped down the stone steps, stood in front of Owens, like a hideous monster, with a lustful expression, "You, why do you raise your head for me, look at me! Look at Senior Brother Haita who was killed by you! Look at the master sword god who is extremely disappointed in you!"

Taking a step back, he subconsciously raised his head in a daze when he heard the sound, and looked at the fire-breathing eyes in front of him that the boundless wind and snow could not hide, and once again unconsciously looked away, and immediately, he saw the disdainful gaze and contempt of everyone around him, as well as his father, who was standing behind the crowd and waving his hand to him......

Obviously, no one wants to see conflict here, especially when it comes to Philip when he betrays his mentor, especially Winslin's father.

So Winsling could only turn around in shame and leave alone before he stepped into the theater to participate in the celebration.

I have to say that this scene is really ironic enough. You must know that the current celebration is an occasion for the forces of the eldest prince to share the fruits of victory, and Philip has never belonged to the side of the eldest prince, he has always been closer to the second prince. But Wen Silin, who successfully defected to the eldest prince for the sake of his name, has no chance to participate in the victory celebration, and no one even stands up for him on the side of the eldest prince who is surrounded by his own people. On the contrary, they all looked like they wanted him to leave early......

Betrayal of relatives!

"Coward, miscellaneous, shit-" Winslin left gloomily, but behind him, Philip obviously didn't intend to let him go so lightly, his eyebrows were angry, he poked the former's back, and shouted and cursed in front of the theater door with a roaring wind and snow, "Do you think this thing will end if you hide from me? You're going to die—Winslin, I promise you'll die—Winslin, I promise you'll die—"

"Young master, ...... you" In the poignant curse, the family coachman looked at Wen Sling, who came over with a gloomy face, and hurriedly stepped forward and stammered to ask, lest he be angered.

"Let's go!"

"Go...... Where to go?"

"Go back!" With a bang, Winslin certainly didn't want to bother with a coachman, and walked a few steps into the family carriage with a slight wolf bèi, and shook his hand and closed the door, "...... This madman!"

"Run, you dare to run! Even if you hide in the Northern Wilderness, I, Philip, will send someone to hunt him down...... I'm going to kill you!"

"Ahem, Sir Philip is angry, he is gone, and he can't hear the ......" After all, it is a celebration occasion, and it is naturally inappropriate to scold the street here. So after seeing Wensling's carriage turn the corner and disappear quickly, an old nobleman hurriedly stepped forward to grab the angry Philip and kept reassuring him.

However, "the anger is ...... Am I angry?" Philip, who was still scolding the sky a moment ago, suddenly quieted down strangely at this moment, looked at the stunned old nobleman with an inexplicable face, and straightened his clothes, "What are you kidding, I'm a personable nobleman, how can I be angry for no reason, I don't understand what you're talking about...... By the way, I'm going to go to the banquet, can't you enter? If you don't enter, I'll go first......."

"Uh......" The nobles present couldn't help but be speechless when they heard this, this Nima's speed of turning his face was simply amazing. And you have the grace of the imperial wolf?well, that's the biggest joke of the day...... But

What the stunned nobles didn't notice was that when Philip stepped into the side door of the theater, he tilted his head slightly, squinted at the snowy intersection where Owens' carriage had disappeared, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a strange smile......

Do you really think I'm joking?

Hehe......

Say let you die, you have to die!

............ (To be continued......)