Chapter 654 Ch653 Bronze Eyed God

Chapter 654 Ch.653 The God with Bronze Eyes

There are also times when executives are powerless, such as catching themselves.

The same goes for the leader of the evil society.

He was completely unable to stop a cheerful thief from causing chaos in half of London just to punish those quacks - to be honest, there was nothing wrong with dispensing justice in a thief's cloak, but it was because Rose was too fond of him. social contact.

She said many embarrassing and shameful things to those who had been helped.

He couldn't accept it.

Who taught her?

"You tell me first whether you are happy or not."

Then I decide the answer based on your mood.

Sleeping world.

Goblin ring.

——By the way, Halida was bitten by a small candle that day and gained the right to enter the fairy ring.

Then.

Listen to what Rose said to those poor people when she sought justice.

…

‘Our God? ’

'Of course you should pray to Him. ’

‘He is the beginning that overthrows all impossibilities and creates all possible endings. ’

'The bronze-eyed god from the mist——'

…

"Hahahahahahaha I'm going to die laughing!"

Roland:......

"Can you tell me, Rose, why you did this..."

To be honest, Rose also spent a lot of effort not to laugh on the spot - look at the maid on the other side who had been hiccupping non-stop.

"I thought you would be happy."

"If you tell them another one, like 'The Green-Eyed Rogue,' maybe."

Rose frowned: "Why do you say bad things about me?"

Roland's smile looked very 'gentle': "Oh, you also know it's a bad word."

certainly.

Because it's so funny.

Rose felt a little guilty, turned her face sideways and asked Xander in a low voice:

"Didn't you say that he can't hear good news?"

Do you have any accomplices?

"No, it's all Kratoff's fault. She asked me to do this!" Rose had already thought about it. Once Roland got angry, she would immediately sell Xander: "She had to do this to the tea party, to the You’re better…”

"Kratov asked me to do this, right, Halida."

Halida rubbed her body against Roland and shook her head hard: "I... don't know anything, miss."

A smart puppy will not get involved in his owner's stupid things.

"Our 'thug' lady insisted on making the tea party more famous and begged me to make up some plausible prayers for her -" Xander held the tea cup and blinked: "I couldn't resist, so I had to say a few words casually. Sentence...decent, right? "

Rose slammed the table, annoyed: "You asked me to do this!"

Xander sighed: "No, of course not. I stay in the courtroom all day, or read at home - Vansitat, how could I take the initiative to find you? Do you have to frame me in front of Roland?"

Rose was furious.

This is what this woman asked her to do!

Um…

Although it was indeed Xander who she found first.

——After Rose tied the quacks by their ankles and hung them upside down under trees or street lamps, some rumors gradually began to ferment among the residents of the downtown area.

for example.

There is a cult that calls itself the "Tea Party" and is doing heroic things all over London - the two most famous among them are "Thugs" and "Rabid Dogs":

One wears a sheep's horn mask, the other has a half-dog (wolf) head.

It is said that in addition to these two people, there are many members with "supernatural powers" in the organization. For example, "Knight", "Queen", "Arc Moon", etc. - they were all strange names that Roland had never heard of before.

Obviously.

Citizens used their imaginations, which they rarely use in their good lives, to invent many "friends" for "thugs" and "rabid dogs."

Xander was very satisfied with this.

Because pain will inspire imagination, and greater pain will inspire more dreamy imagination to offset the difficulties in reality--every time Miss Saint thinks of this, she feels uncontrollably happy.

"Xander."

Roland put down his teacup and stood up.

"I think we need to talk alone."

There are countless rooms in the castle.

But for some reason, Xander's room was right next to Rose (the reverse was also true).

A room similar to her soul, cold and damp in all seasons.

No fireplace, no flames.

The ferocious stone beast dripping water quietly looked down at the men and women by the pool.

Gray-white and dark-green moss covers every inch of the wall, and unnamed plants spread along the corners of the ceiling to the entire dome. They hang down like spider silk, like clumps of messy, untrimmed hair. Curling and shaking with life.

Except for the stagnant water in the center of the room, there were rotten and smelly roses everywhere.

"Why do you have to make your room look like a monster's den?"

Roland pushed aside the twigs and vines that were trying to kiss his cheeks. Some of them were curled up in his hairband, trying to climb up to his head and fuse with his black hair.

"No one can live here."

"It's just an attempt, Roland." Xander opened his palm, caught the drooping beard, and gently cut off a section. "The fairy ring cannot create real 'life' - this is the limit."

The wet vine twisted a few times in the girl's hands, and gradually melted into a force invisible to the naked eye and dissipated.

"You want to ask me, why are you messing around with Rose?"

Xander turned around suddenly and took a step in front of Roland.

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"Do I have to involve you? Teach it to those beasts?"

"still…"

The young girl straightened the tip of her pretty nose, raised her head slightly, and looked at Roland innocently.

Like reading a long poem or appreciating a color painting with many unique techniques, she did not hesitate to spend a longer time studying it to make the next love words meaningful.

She just said:

“Because I missed you—how about that answer?”

The girl who took another step closer stretched out her index finger and put a little force on the flesh surrounding her heart. She pushed Roland back, crushed the broken limbs of the roses, and pushed him against the moss-covered wall.

Damp and sticky vegetation demands shirts that are impeccable in terms of price and weave.

They were applied on the thin fabric, slowly seeping their cold body fluids into the fresh skin.

"You have changed since you came back from Porti, Roland."

The straight nose on Xander's face was like a leaking water tower.

The moment he passed through the shadow of the plant curtain, the venom that could kill people with a smile poured out, quickly spreading to the surroundings, rotting a face that was young enough to participate in a children's sailing competition.

The greed in children's innocence is more heart-stopping than the greed of adults, because they don't know what is enough, and they don't know how to write the word cruelty.

"You focus all your attention on your maid, that nasty and shameless snitch with a skin thicker than a farmer's paw..."

The gray-haired girl raised her head, her eyes were filled with tears, as if her heart had been broken by a machine model named 'Collins'.

"You don't have time to see me, Roland."

She took another step forward until Roland was completely put into Moss Qun's arms.

"Are you going to forget me?"

She stared at Roland's eyes that were as bright and prosperous as ever.

"Or did you believe that woman's story and regret that I didn't help your servant?"

She was about to cry, and those blue eyes full of water were enough to make all sailors who set foot on land miss the compass and the ocean.

She didn't wait for Roland to speak, took his hand and put it in front of her neck.

Pressed hard.

"I just hope that participating in this 'little game' can remind my master of a poor, almost forgotten person..."

Roland slowly tightened his grip.

After closing the distance, the sound does not pass through the air, but only jumps directly from the base of the tongue into the other ear.

"I'm not surprised at all, Xander."

The girl dodged the hot wind beside her ears, as if the sigh from her lover made her cheeks turn red.

She looked shy, and the face that could arouse the poet's most obscene and shameless fantasies gradually became flawless in the sunset after the water tower was broken.

"Next time, Roland."

The shy girl, who looked as if she had never stepped down from a high tower in her life, grabbed the shepherd's wrist, bit her lower lip, and her clear eyes filled with soft waves.

"If you ignore me again..."

She spoke softly, but her eyes became extremely ferocious.

"I will report your name, the secret of the fairy ring, the 'sin' of the road, everything to the Holy Cross..."

A smile appeared on her lips, and she almost felt the oncoming tsunami smashing the sampan and drowning every expanding and contracting lung.

"You destroy me, or shall I destroy you?"

"My love, you must always give me a suitable choice..."

The words come to an end here.

After the sampan shattered, the survivors fell into the deep sea.

She choked.