"I must kill him." Christina, who had eaten a mouthful of ashes, thought about what the little angel had just said, waving her fists, wishing she could catch up with Bergbird and kill him immediately.
"This bastard who deserves to go to hell, how could he show Anne that kind of thing."
"Sister, please don't kill uncle, okay? Uncle is actually very good." The little angel looked horrified, which made Christina feel heartbroken again.
"A joke, just a joke. Annie, tell sister, how did you see that...that bare butt fight?"
"Is sister as interested as uncle? But Anne finds it boring." The little angel looked at Christina in confusion, wondering how she could like something that seemed painful.
"Be good, tell me sister, how did you see it?" Christina's face twitched, and the fists behind her back tightened again and again.
"Uncle, there are a lot of them, just read them when you're bored." The little angel blinked with his big, watery eyes.
Recalling the scene she encountered when she first flew on the best of all, the best of all, the Despair, and looking at the innocent-looking Anne in front of her, Christina was so angry that she was heartbroken by Bergbird.
"Why do I always have a bad premonition?" Bergbird, who felt a chill in the soles of his feet, tightened his clothes, shook his head, and ate tofu again.
"Turn left, yes, giant slalom, hold on! Yes, that's it, now go right."
Driving the S-shaped hovercar swaying left and right, Bergbird was as happy as in heaven among the women.
Time passed by, and in the evening, he returned to the bar with a scent of makeup and powder. Science Monster's face was full of aftertaste: "Ah! It was so pleasant..."
Bang! Ding... bang!
The women who followed Bergbird in looked at Christina blankly, and they all felt a sense of relief from their hatred as they watched this woman with fierce eyes violently violently attack her.
But as time went on, they felt unbearable.
"Stop hitting him. If you hit him again, he will die."
The green cat eyes shone with a faint light, and the young woman who spoke out shrank back in fear. Christina gasped again, picked up Anne who did not dare to speak out, and left.
Unexpectedly, Bergobold, who was lying on the ground with a weak nose and a swollen face, unexpectedly said without hesitation: "Black, with lace, oh! Virgin Mary, are you looking at me? Oh! Let's have a conversation
Let’s play a game that is not about love, but about friendship! The great Lord Bergobold will let you know what the real paradise is.”
Bang!
Dark clouds covered the sky, tables and chairs flew apart in the dark bar, and violent noises continued.
Fei Lao didn't catch a few monsters for a long time. As soon as Dongchen entered the door, he found the tragic man lying limp on the ground. If it weren't for the two iconic long balloons on his head, Dongchen wouldn't have recognized him.
Come.
"Who did it?"
"Me." Christina's bulging chest expanded, and Christina's green cat eyes were burning with anger.
"I need to explain." Dongchen's voice was filled with irrepressible anger. It is definitely not a good thing to have a conflict at this time.
"Hey, buddy, I don't blame Christina for this, I brought it on myself." Bergbold, whose lips were swollen like sausages, raised his hands with a wry smile, and the look of his teeth and cracked mouth made people laugh.
Dongchen stared at him for a while, and when he realized that Bergobald really had no resentment, he walked aside.
The fragrant smell wafted up, and the little angel walked up to Dongchen carrying the hot broth: "Pretty brother, let's eat."
The warm atmosphere diluted the embarrassment, and everyone felt a faint sense of happiness while eating the food cooked by Annie.
For four days in a row, Bergobold finally taught the three women how to drive, and Dongchen also spent four days hacking in the town.
That evening, when Dongchen returned to the bar, he found that the atmosphere in the room had changed.
The women huddled together, and Bergobold's face lost his laughter, and there was depression and anger. Christina's face was livid, Anne's little face was worried, and there was a woman sitting paralyzed at the feet of Monk Bujie.
Dongchen swept across the room with a cold face: "What did she do?"
"Steal the car."
Monk Bujie answered simply and straightforwardly.
The air in the room froze, and the heavy footsteps were muffled. Dong Chen, who walked up to the woman, said in a cold voice: "I'll give you a chance to explain."
The cold words made the woman tremble all over: "I...I didn't steal the car, I...I just didn't want you to leave. I wanted to drive the car away, and you...you would stay."
"Christina."
Unable to bear it, Christina turned her head away and covered Annie's eyes. She knew the result from Dongchen's eyes.
"No……"
With a flick of his thumb, the silver-white sword blade was unsheathed, and blood splashed. Dongchen slowly turned around and said, "Remember, it is not an obligation for me to help you. Don't mistake my kindness for weakness. Drag her out, and what will happen next?"
Once, you all go to accompany her."
The women, who endured the pungent blood and dared not take a breath, trembled and dragged the body of their companion out of the bar, then found a mop to clean up the blood.
Dongchen had been sitting aside with a cold face. He was thinking about whether to kill them all.
Kill... or not?
Two thoughts flashed through me one after another.
The teammates looked at Dongchen's expression that was bright and dark at times, and they didn't know how to persuade him.
At night, the wind and sand blew against the house, whining and making ghostly noises.
There was someone in the house of Bagobold, a woman, a naked young woman.
"Please take me away. I can give you anything. I can wash your clothes and cook for you. Please, take me away. I don't want to die."
The young woman is very beautiful, she looks no more than 20 years old. Her specially cleaned body exudes a light ruby fragrance, giving her a mature beauty.
Bergobald looked at her. The young woman's expression was a little shy, but in order to survive, she boldly let go of her hand.
"Let's go." Forcing himself to close his eyes, Bergobold turned his head with great difficulty.
The young woman opened her eyes in disbelief. After a while, she pounced forward sadly.
"I told you to leave, don't fucking force me."
A few tears fell, and the young woman touched Bergbird's chest: "I don't blame you, I know you are a good person. Leave me a good memory, and at least let me know how to be gentle."
The young woman's pleading words were the final straw.
Bagobold gasped...
The next morning, the sun shines on the sand...
Dongchen stood in front of the stairs of the Despair train, his face as sinking as water, and the dry wind blew his clothes, exuding endless majesty.
The women looked at him in fear, waiting for the verdict.
"Two options." Dongchen raised two fingers and then bent one.
"One way, you drive with us, but I don't guarantee that you will survive. If we encounter danger, we won't be able to come back to rescue you. That will only bring us in."
The bent fingers were raised again...
"Second, I will leave the car for you. In addition, I will prepare weapons for you and leave you food. You can use the car to hunt nearby. Although it is equally dangerous, it has a better chance of survival than the first one.
big."
Putting his outstretched hand behind his back, Dongchen's eyes narrowed...