Kingdom's Bloodline

Chapter 653 Decision on the occasion

"Calm down, calm down, calm down!"

Tels bit his head and told himself not to look at that face, and at the same time tried to help the two sisters up, but the next moment, the two girls of Karabyan closed their mouths.

"Sisters?"

"Sisters!"

They looked at each other and jumped up from the ground firmly and tacitly!

Under Thales’ surprised gaze, the Karabyyan sisters supported each other, and the two of them were three-legged, jumping up the corridor, disappearing in front of them at a magical speed.

Several seconds later, Thales reacted:

I was left behind again?

Didn’t you say, do you want to help me?

Aren’t you afraid of being enemies of the world?

The sound of footsteps sounded.

Tyers, who had been dumbfounded, trembled, turned his head, and happened to face the blank face.

this……

Tyles’ brain was blank for a few seconds, and his whole body was numb, until the arc of the opponent's lips became larger and larger, then he remembered to run.

The crime of the prison river flooded with knowledge, and spread to the legs in the master’s infinite fear, forcing him to turn around and take a step, but—

咚!

Thyls only felt a pain in his jaw, and he slammed his eyes out of gold stars!

The painful prince lowered his head, only to find out in horror: his two boots and the straps were tied together at some point.

There was a rustling voice above his head.

Tels raised his head under the goosebumps, looked at the faceless monster standing in front of him, raised his hands, and said tremblingly:

"Well, that... even if it is a monster, there should be a limit..."

Fortunately, the monster in front of him ignored him.

I saw it stretch out its hand, grab the part of its eye socket, and pull it upward!

Thales shivered again.

The weird face without eyes and nose was instantly torn into distortion.

Eh?

Thales reacted: In the next second, the faceless man in front of him pulled up his entire face and pulled it away from the top of his head.

"Ah, it's suffocated."

An indifferent and impatient, as if a female voice that hadn't been awake came from under the face of a weird person.

Tyles trembled, and finally saw standing in front of him was a round-faced girl who was sweating and fanning herself desperately.

people.

Is people.

Normal people.

Normal people with heads and faces!

The prince exhaled and patted his chest:

Fortunately, fortunately, it is indeed an individual.

Because, because if not...

"What the hell!"

The recovered Thales was in shock. He sat on the ground and pointed at the girl behind him. The bundle of long hair with a dry human head fell from the ceiling and yelled:

"Who, do you think this is fun?"

But he didn't finish his words, the faceless grimace that had been deflated instantly leaned in front of him, and Thales was so scared that he shut up instantly.

"Here, this is the newly made'Faceless Cork'," the grimace with no eyes and no nose dangled in front of his eyes, and a weird smile was drawn out. "It is said that there is a Kevin Deere who was born. His face was ugly and everyone was disgusting, so his father put on him a steel mask... More than ten years later, he fell in love with a girl and wanted to take off the mask to face true love. He never thought that he wore a mask. It took too long and too tight. After opening it, they discovered that his facial features were already stuck to the mask... Unfortunately, he hadn't had time to combine with the'Mrs. Tianhua Corpse'."

"Mrs. Smallpox Corpse? Combination?" Thales frowned.

The prankster girl with a round face put down the'Faceless Cork', stretched out her hand in amazement, tugged at the picture frame on one side of the wall, and pointed at the top of her head:

"Hey, ma'am."

In the next second, that big bunch of horrible hair that frightened Thales and Sister Karabyan twice-Madame Smallpox-dropped from the ceiling, slowly lifted up inch by inch, and disappeared on the pillar.

"It is said that there was a Duke Kevin Deere whose most beloved mistress disappeared one day. It was a long time later that the servants discovered that she had been hanged in a deserted corridor for a long time. Even her skin and features were rotten, except for the long. Long hair...The Duke has nightmares every night, dreaming that his rotting mistress climbs down from the ceiling and wants to drag him up and hang him together... A temple priest advised him to clean up all the abandoned corridors of the palace. No one knows where the mistress hanged, including herself... But since then, the servants have said that Mrs. Smallpox's corpse had her hair hanging down all the year round, crawling upside down on the ceiling, just to find her hanger. Dead corridor, if you happened to be walking under her then..."

That is, you made it into a mechanism, didn’t you just pass by?

Tyles watched "Mrs. Smallpox Corpse" disappear overhead in the corridor, could not help but trembled secretly, enduring the grievances and complaints.

"This time," the round-faced girl pointed to the organ above her head listlessly, "Madam Smallpox used it as bait, and then..."

The round-faced girl raised the faceless Cork's headgear to her eyes and shook it at Thales.

Tels could see clearly: This round-faced girl had freckles, her hair tangled into a bird’s nest, and she was wearing a servant’s daily casual clothes, wearing a pair of gray gloves, and a suitcase hanging behind her back.

It seems that, compared to the **** the portrait, smiling innocently in the flowers, is it a bit different?

"This is the key to magic," the girl put down her hood, calmly, "Everything has to do with attention, misleading, understand?"

Understand you——

Thales can only smile politely and awkwardly: "Well, it’s funny...Although I have only seen portraits, I would take the liberty to ask, madam, are you Kay..."

"Here, are you here to try?"

Tyles only felt a heavy hand, and he lowered his head: Faceless Cork's face without eyes, but still smooth and lifelike, was smiling at himself.

"Fuck--"

Tales was a joke, shook his hand and threw it away:

"Thank you, no, no, I won’t play this."

The freckled girl with a round face raised her eyebrows, indifferently picked up the faceless Cork on the ground, and patted the dust:

"Are you afraid of ghosts?"

"No, no," Thales denied, "I just... I just hate being frightened!"

"Then you hate ghosts?"

"No! Ahem, it's not annoying, I, I respect ghosts, respect!"

"Do you believe there are ghosts in the world?"

"Uh, well, different people, different people have different opinions..."

The freckled girl narrowed her eyes and looked at the prince for a while: "Don't you stand up?"

"Ah, of course..."

Thales reacted and tried to untie his boots: "It's just a blessing to you, I have to untie the feet...just a little...soon...what the **** did you tie...ah, it's finally good." Now, I said you little girl—fuck!"

Thyls, who just raised his head, heaved his chest and looked forward in amazement.

"you!"

He pointed angrily at the faceless Cork headgear again, and bends down to meet in front of him—the round-faced girl:

"You TM are sick!"

"Yes."

The round-faced girl-to be exact, the faceless girl-took off her headgear again: "By the way, your clothes are ugly, don't ask them to order them again."

Thales was taken aback:

"Huh? Clothes?"

The freckled girl in front of her snorted, and chin to his dress Nunu:

"Sleeve inside, it looks like you are like a personal head specimen, put in a jar for people to appreciate, just poke and laugh, it's not vivid at all."

Thyls suddenly became angry:

"Really, I'm really sorry, but it took two hundred and twenty-four - wait, what the **** is the human head specimen?"

But the girl shook her head and stretched out her hand to him:

"Forget it, I will help you up, let's go to the banquet."

Tyles just remembered that he was still attending the banquet, and then snorted angrily, calmed down, took the girl's hand, and stood up with strength.

"Ah! Don't use so much force, my hand has been injured, it can't make it strong..." The round-faced girl tried to pull him up.

"Sorry. Anyway, thank you. The gloves are drifting—huh?"

The next second, Thales saw with horror that the girl first showed pain on her face, and the hand he was holding made a sound of crunching muscles and muscles, falling off from her forearm!

This time, Thales glared sharply, spurring the crime of Hell River, stepped back steadily, and did not fall backward.

He sneered.

"Humph!"

Thyls waved his hand—smooth skin, good touch, and a similar job—"broken hand", looking at the painful girl who was holding her elbow in front of her with disdain:

"Stop pretending!"

"The disabled put on a broken arm, looked for a carriage to touch the porcelain, he fell, his arm broke, and then a group of people came up to blackmail-even the Xiacheng District of Yongxing City has long been out of fashion!"

Sure enough, the painful color of the round-faced girl disappeared in the next second.

She became expressionless again, and calmly stretched out a whole hand from her sleeve:

"Oh, you can see it."

Thyls sneered, and shook the "severed hand":

"I knew it, you scared me so many times, how can you be so kind and pull me up? It's definitely a fraud!"

Only you, want to lie to me-the first experienced player in the abandoned house?

But the freckled girl did not smile, nor was she disappointed, she just tilted her head and pouted:

"But that hand is not fake."

Tels was stunned.

He looked at the "severed hand" in his hand, and then at the hand of the freckled girl, frowning:

"Let me tell you, don’t take it as an example, don’t do anything **** Nima ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah -"

Thales screamed incoherently and fell to the ground with a plop.

The young man’s **** hurts, but he has no time to take care of it. He just shook his arm desperately—this "severed hand" on his hand just came back to life suddenly, clasping his palm tightly, twisting it back and forth like a soft bug!

Finally, before the prince felt that he was about to cry, he dropped the amputated hand to the ground, but he still bounced it.

Movable severed hand-the terrifying memory of the blood magician instantly returned to Thales's mind.

"What the **** is that—"

Tyles, who burst into tears, crawled backwards, and stopped abruptly as soon as he spoke:

On the other side, the round-faced girl shook her right hand indifferently, using a few thin transparent threads to pull the truncated hand and twisting.

"Look, attention is diverted," the round-faced girl remained silent, as if explaining a common sense of life, "Da Da!"

Flies obediently into the girl's hand, and under her control, she also gave Thales a thumbs up.

Thales took several seconds to ease the thumping heartbeat.

"you……"

Scared out of a cold sweat, he took a deep breath, and suddenly laughed with anger:

"Are you special—"

"This is the'Ghost Princess', a Kevin Deere who married into the royal family." The girl pulled up the ghost hand and interrupted Thales. "It is said that her prince husband suspected her unfaithfulness, so the princess was imprisoned. In the basement, only a small window was left on the iron door for the princess to reach out for food once a day... One year later, when the king came to visit, he heard the princess’s weeping and crying, and only then did he discover his brother’s evil deeds. ...But when the iron door was opened, everyone discovered that the princess committed suicide by leaving a book in the second month. Her body had been decayed in the dark for a long time. Only the arm that stretched out the door every day to feed was still white. , Plump and full..."

"All right!"

Tales, who was full of anger and fright, crossed his arms and drew a big cross fiercely:

"You stop!"

The round-faced girl shrugged, put the ‘Ghost Hand Queen’ into a bag, and stretched out her palm to Thales.

"Hey, no, no need!"

Thales resolutely refused the girl’s support. He touched his sore buttocks, stood up on his own, and said viciously:

"I’ll never again-eh, eh, you stop! Yes! Just there! Don’t move! Don’t come! Stay away from me! Stay away! The farther the better!"

The freckled girl was startled and stopped:

"Also, the main points of Vision Magic are different, you can feel..."

"Do not!"

Thyls shook his head angrily, and put his hands on his chest to make a protective gesture:

"No! No! No! I don't feel it! I don't feel it! I refuse to feel it! I don't want to feel anything!"

The round-faced girl still owed her expression, she just squinted at Thales, as if looking at a toy.

Tales stared at the girl, cautiously pressed against the corner of the wall, like a crab, stepping out of a horizontal arc step by step, just wanting to escape her safely and quickly.

The girl’s expression changed:

"Ah, be careful! The wall behind you...Don't look back!"

At this moment, Thales suddenly felt: something is touching the back of his head.

He gave a chuckle in his heart, his heart pounding.

"I--"

Tales suffocated his face, looked at the girl opposite, in pain: "What do you want to do again?"

The girl shook her head, and pointed behind Thales:

"It's not me, but, it's..."

Ghosts believe it!

Thyls roared in his heart.

He exhausted his courage and convinced himself not to think about what was touching the back of his head, um, it was probably something like Mrs. Smallpox Corpse, and then convinced himself to move hard and walk to the side.

Anyway...

Anyway, just point it!

I won’t look back anyway!

"It's just a picture frame." The round-faced girl said innocently

Tales has a heart attack.

He took a deep breath with all his strength, focused on leaving this place, and stopped listening to the girl.

"Hey, what are you holding?"

"Hands—no, don’t, please! What kind of misguided, **** distraction, anyway, I will never be fooled by you again!"

"But ah, if you don't look at it now... it will come out of your hand to find you when it gets dark."

"roll!"

Thyls moved carefully, and advanced a distance of the unextinguishable light.

But he made up his mind, not to see what “thing” is in his hands after death:

"Hmph, I don’t have anything on my hands—Worznyma!"

Even if he was prepared, Thales trembled three times as soon as he lowered his head.

He stared blankly at the grimace that glowed green on his sleeves and smirked at him.

"Fluorescent paint, you can only see it in the dark," the girl leaned forward, kindly clarifying for him, "I used to draw it in advance...Now I have made a seal, and then printed clothes or paper on it-here, this I will make more of them and I will give you as a souvenir."

The heart was already overwhelmed, and Thales, who was about to become ill, mechanically took the seal of the grimace, and looked up at the girl numbly.

"Look, this is the image of spirit bone Jacques, the ogre in **** who eats human flesh. It is said that after four o'clock in the morning, draw his symbol on the mirror, and then breathe, you can see its face , If you promise to give it human flesh, it can come out of the mirror. Of course, it will first ask for the nearest human flesh, that is—"

"Please! Madam!"

Tyles put his palms together, and painfully interrupted the round-faced girl who spoke with relish:

"Yes, I admit that I'm afraid of ghosts! I'm really afraid! I've been afraid since I was a child! I'm terribly afraid! I'm afraid to die! So, please, madam, madam, grandma, please let me go!"

The girl tightened her lips and looked at him.

Thyls just closed his palms with a gloomy face, waiting for the answer from the other party-or the trial.

What about the twin sisters of Karabyan?

Where's Kaisha and Kina?

He missed them both, really! I missed it so much!

Unbelievable, he used to think they were annoying!

He was wrong!

It's a big mistake to have eyes but no beads!

Cohen’s good sisters, they are so nice, so gentle, so considerate, how can they be annoying?

Speaking of words, you say one sentence to me, you say one to me... how cute!

Now, Thales can’t wait to get tired of them every day, and don’t do anything, just listen to their elegant and endless stage voice!

What a wonderful experience!

"Emm……"

The round-faced girl pouted and hesitated for a while, and the freckles on her face floated.

Finally, she nodded, as if giving Thales an amnesty:

"All right, but the battle feast is about to end..."

The girl turned around, took the lead, and walked towards the banquet hall.

Tyles exhaled, never wanting to look back on the experience just now—walking into hell, that's probably what it felt like.

"If we don't hurry, we will miss the firework show. I heard that the new firework they imported this year uses a brand new bitumen formula." The round-faced girl had a calm expression.

Thyls’ expression was numb, and he walked forward step by step, just begging the girl not to look back:

"I just want to miss you now..."

But the round-faced girl shook her head.

"No, no, no, you have a bad attitude towards me, this is not good, this is not enough for men, at least not like a real man."

Thales drew his face and laughed:

"A real man would never encounter'Madam Smallpox Corpse','Faceless Cork','Ghost Princess' and'Soul Bone Jacques'..."

"Then you met all, so you are not a real man?"

"You--" Thales exhaled, and told himself rationally: Don't quarrel with this hell-literally-girl.

There are unpredictable risks.

But the girl took the initiative to talk to him:

"But, didn't anyone tell you that when you get along with me, you have to show your gentleness, politeness, respect, sincerity, and thoughtfulness-like a real man?"

"Huh, gentle, polite? Come on," Thales subconsciously wanted to sarcasm the girl, but his heart tightened before the words were spoken, "Ahem, I mean, it's really..."

Huh?

Thyls remembered something, and his expression changed slightly.

He stared at the girl’s back in surprise, but the latter just walked forward on his own:

"Really? Then you think about it?"

Think again……

[Remember, when you get along with that girl, remember to show your gentleness, politeness, respect, sincerity, and thoughtfulness, like a real man...]

Tyles’ pupils shrank suddenly!

The Duke of Xinghu stopped, he looked at the round-faced girl in disbelief.

"You, what did you just say?"

I saw the round-faced girl crossed her hands and held the back of her head. She walked and shook her whole body, and then matched her turbulent hair that was comparable to a bird's nest, with distinctive characteristics.

is wrong.

Thyls shook his head to make sure he heard it right.

The words she said, obviously, it was me...

"I said, real man," the round-faced girl didn't turn her head back, "man, man, man!"

"Man—what?"

Tels is not so sure at this moment:

"Sorry, can you repeat it again? The previous sentence? When I get along with you..."

The girl hummed: "Hey, don't you know? Did they not tell you? Or do you not understand the secret sign?"

Tels frowned.

"What, what signal?" he asked tentatively.

The round-faced girl sighed, lowered her arm, and turned around.

Thyls shrank subconsciously and took a step back.

"Well, they say you are suspicious by nature...but don't worry, you are not exposed," the girl looked at him sympathetically, set her head back, and continued to move forward. "In the Emerald City, we have a single line of contact, and we don’t belong to each other. ."

Single-line contact, not mutually exclusive...

Tyles' eyes became more shocked.

Do not.

No way?

"What, what contact?"

He quickened his pace to catch up with the freckled girl, not to mention the thrill of the top talent: "I, I don't understand what you are talking about...Hey! Answer me!"

Tyles grabbed her from behind, but felt his hands were empty.

With a chick, he pulled the girl's arm down!

A few seconds later, the young man frowned and looked at the "severed hand" frantically moving, his face twitched in disgust:

"Ghost, Concubine Ghost Hand?"

The round-faced girl turned her head, pursing her lips in response.

"Look, this is the weakness of magic," she took away the severed hand from Thales, and didn't forget to continuously pull its fingers in the middle. repeat."

Thales took a deep breath.

"No, no, no magic, no tricks, what you just told me is..."

In the next instant, the freckled girl suddenly stretched out her hand, and put her shoulders with enough fake "ghost hands".

"Listen well, Your Royal Highness," she curled her lips, seemingly unhappy, "Your mission here is..."

The round-faced girl was close to Thales’ ears, and did not forget to let the ghost hand bounce back and forth on his shoulder:

"Discretionary, immediate decision..."

At that second, Thales trembled all over!

Discretionary?

Decision on the fly?

His eyes freeze.

No, this sentence is, it can only be...

"...The rest will be done by others."

The girl finished speaking in a whisper, before blowing a breath into Thales’ ears.

The round-faced girl stared at her, looking at Thales innocently and rubbing her ears:

"You understand?"

But neither the ear pain nor the girl’s mischief can surpass the horror in Thales’s heart at this moment.

The prince looked at the girl in disbelief.

But, how is this... possible?

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