The undercurrent of laughter was filled with ridicule and unspeakable excitement.
It is easy for people to think of the expression of the person speaking who needs a beating.
Especially this expression of wanting to be beaten still appears in the minds of people who hate him. How can people not feel angry and gnash their teeth with hatred?
If possible, instead of peeling off the skin and drinking the blood, I'm afraid I would have to pounce on him, bite him, and give him a good beating, in order to alleviate the anger that was aroused.
"Shut up! Who is your old friend? Don't use such words to humiliate me, friend. You don't deserve such words at all."
Gritting his teeth, Old A's anger rose to a small level when he heard the old pervert of the Edwards family mentioning the late Mrs. Bo, the young lady of the Roche Shuyard family. If Edwards had
Edwards was right in front of him. He was afraid that he would have rushed up and shot the guy a few times. "Hand over the young lady! Edwards, don't do anything that will make you regret your whole life. If you hand over the young lady now, what else can you do?"
It’s not too late!”
"Haha, you will regret it for the rest of your life? Old friend, the only thing I regret in this life is that I didn't cut the old man named Bo into pieces before Rosh Shuar married him!"
On the other side, the masked old man's mood changed again and again. As he spoke, a vague and sinister atmosphere spread around him. Gradually, it seemed that even the surrounding air was infected by his emotions, making it even colder.
A few points.
So much so that the people standing around him unconsciously stepped back.
Leave a clear enough space for him alone.
Of course, if one could ignore the random figures lying at his feet that seemed to have been randomly discarded, as well as the torn clothes on the figures, the messy blood stains, and the holes left by sharp objects, the diameter
The lifeless land within ten meters is still very empty.
"Edwards! You...the old lady passed away..."
"What old lady, does he deserve the surname Bo? Haha, boy, I call you an old friend just for Rosh Shuar's sake. If you want to save your life, she and I saved it together.
If we hadn't met you when you were dying, and if she hadn't been kind enough to save you, you would have died long ago.
It stands to reason that you staying by Rosh Shuar's side is repaying your kindness, and I agree. It's a pity that you are blind. After Rosh Shuar's death, I want you to follow me, and I will send you to further your studies.
I don't want to, but I want to be driven like a dog by the Bo family. After protecting the old, I will protect the young again. Haha, I really don't know whether to say that you have been as humble as a grass since you were a child, or that you are born to be loyal.
Dog!"
The golden mask could not hide the sarcasm in the old man's eyes.
But whenever Rosh Shuar is mentioned, a trace of nostalgia can't help but show up in those old eyes. After a fleeting moment, it turns into a look of embarrassment and unwillingness. That look
, as if a fierce ghost has come to the world, and it is so twisted that it is shocking.
If there is a child in front of him, he may be frightened and cry every night just by looking at it.
"My life was given to Miss Roche Shuar by Mrs. Bo. I promised her that I would spend the rest of my life protecting the Bo family, and I would naturally be loyal. As for your life-saving grace, I gave her many years ago.
We have already repaid each other before. So we don’t owe each other. If we could meet each other today——"
The voice was slightly choked. The man looked up at the dark sky and lightly opened his dry lips: "I will never forgive you!"
