Chapter 22 Receiving a Beautiful Boy

"You're welcome, this wine is made by ourselves, try it!" Uncle Akbu raised his glass.

"Hey! That's what it sounds like! Yin Si also said loudly, "So you have hidden such a good wine!" Drink, brothers! ”

"Good!" With sake, it suddenly became lively.

Driven by Yin Si, everyone picked up their wine glasses one after another, and the air began to fill the air with the smell of wheat wine.

In this world, wine is rare.

There are even fewer who can make wine

But this is the wisdom of mankind, the artifact of mankind.

"Let's do it too!" Joye and Shiya also collided with Blue Feather and they had fought together, which made their relationship seem to be close again.

"I'm going to roast corn for everyone!" Sakura happily runs to Fatji, who is now the only girl here.

"Come~~" Ah Gu smiled and picked up the wine glass, looked at Ah Ghost in the bucket, Ah Ghost took a sip, immediately tightened his eyebrows, and buried his face in the water.

"Hahaha~~" Ah Gu laughed funny. Xiao Ye gently pushed Ziyi and motioned for him to respect Ah Gu, Ziyi shook his head and drank silently.

Xiao Ye shrugged and drank with Ah Gu.

Everyone comes and goes, and the atmosphere is much more harmonious.

Only Murto remained still. Gradually, they ceased to be afraid, and began to become wary. His expression was illuminated in the raging flames, as if he was hovering between reality and the future, without direction, and his dull expression was confused, as if he did not know how to face the unknown future.

"Akbu, after that, Noah City depends on you for protection." Mason raised his glass to Akbu, and his expression was complicated and full of emotion.

Akbu twisted his eyebrows slightly, and sighed: "I already know about the past from Pelos, if it were me, maybe it would be this decision, come!" Akbu and Mason's glasses collided.

Seeing this, the uncles also raised their glasses one after another, and used the wine in the cup to melt away the grudge for many years.

Lysius suddenly stood up and walked hesitantly towards Uncle Akbu: "Uncle Akbu, I am Lysius, may I ask if my father and mother are there?" ”

Akbu looked surprised: "You are Lysius!" Come on, everybody, look, this is Lysius, he's grown so big! ”

Everyone gathered around Lysius, and Lysius's face became more and more anxious in the firelight. He was in a hurry to find his parents. When Sister Shirley came back, he actually knew that his mother was very lucky, because there was no one in the women that Sister Shirley brought back.

I was anxious for Lysius, but I couldn't do anything about it. I understand the helplessness of wanting to see my parents but not being able to, so I hope that among these uncles, there will be a father of Lysius.

Suddenly, Yin Si bumped into me and pointed at Moto: "You are now their king, you must show them the way." ”

"I'm not." I said, "I'm giving them freedom, they don't have to follow me." ”

"It's not necessarily good for them." Heray said in a deep voice, turning his face to me with a wine glass in his hand, his bright eyes flickering in the firelight, and he looked at me with a smile: "Bing, you see they are very confused now, what they need is someone who can give them hope and direction. Do you think they can survive here by giving them freedom? They are slaves of the Oni Clan, they have been enslaved for too long, and the sudden freedom will make them panic, overwhelmed, and not know how to live. ”

I looked at the sluggish Meto, and perhaps Hellet was right.

"You can continue to take them with you, and then help them become back, you have the ability, Bing." Herre raised his hand and lowered his hand on my shoulder, his eyes revealing disbelief, "If it weren't for you, how could we sit and drink together like this?" Herre glanced at the drunken.

I thought about it for a moment, and looked at the sluggish motorcycles, who were still expressionless with their glasses, not eating, drinking, or talking, and even the flames could not give them warmth, so that they could have a good conversation like the people here.

"Go, go, go." Yin Si also patted me, "You also need a team, take it first and then talk about it~~" Yin Si said with a smile.

With a decision in my mind, I stood up and strode over to Murto.

When they saw me walking towards them, their expressions tensed up again, and they all put down their wine glasses, and they stood up in a panic and began to move closer to each other, and they were now standing in front of me, and in front of them were Meto them.

That's not bad, at least they're reacting and not being like puppets anymore.

Looking at the uneasy and nervous looks on their faces, I felt sad for them.

Their abilities should not be weak as Yin Si says, but they are like cruelly domesticated beasts, instinctively afraid of the tamer with a leather whip in his hand.

They could have been wild beasts, but they cowered and hid behind the trees as if their nails had been cut off.

Margaery used her bloody and murderous rule to destroy the fighting spirit of these teenagers, and no matter how strong they were, they were just slaves who obeyed their orders.

I looked at them and raised my glasses, but the act of raising my glass made them shrink together in horror, as if they were afraid that I was going to kill them.

Their instinctive fear made my heart even heavier.

I slowly withdrew my hand, as if facing a pack of frightened fawns.

"My name is Ice Dragon, and now, I should be your king......" I said, their eyes widened as if they were looking at me in horror, and slowly, they lowered their heads, the fear on their faces slowly disappeared, and they became expressionless like slaves and slowly knelt down in front of me.

They fell to their knees suddenly, and I was stunned for a moment.

Murto, Elita, and Juye began to become godless as they knelt, and Murto, who had been the most rebellious, lowered his face and looked at the flickering bonfire in confusion.

"You said that...... Let us go free,......" he whispered, but not a shout, which showed that in his bones, the arrogance had been completely eliminated, and all that was manifested was the resignation of a slave.

I nodded slightly: "Yes, I said that even if you want freedom now, I will still give it to you, do you want it?" I asked softly, asking about the boys, many of whom were taller than me.

They didn't raise their faces, none of them asked back, they just leaned on each other, the small one hiding behind the big one, and the big one slightly blocking the small one.

There were so many of them, but none of them stood up and said I wanted.

"Murto, do you want it?" I asked Murto, for he was one of the few of them who had some struggle, and the only one who dared to say a word or two to me.

Murto became confused and stared blankly at the campfire.

"Can you stay here and live? Can you protect yourselves? Do you know what you want? "I asked one question after another, but I didn't get any answers, only the similar, dull faces, and I felt like I was talking to a bunch of puppets.