After noticing that the iron slag was deep in thought, Mu Qianhe lay quietly on the shore and did not disturb him. It wasn't until he came to his senses and smiled faintly at her that she spoke.

"These people are so annoying, I really want to beat them up." As she spoke, she clenched her fists and raised her head above her head.

"The old man once said that we can't control other people's mouths, we can only control our own behavior." Iron Slag said.

"Hmm......" Mu Qianhe lowered his head, thought carefully for a while, then raised his head and said reverently, "Your adoptive father must be a wise old man. ”

However, the reason why she praised the old man Tie so much was not because of how much she agreed, like this kind of "Far Eastern colloquialism", she had already heard it in her hometown. The reason why she said this was because after all this time together, she found that whenever Iron Slag mentioned Iron Old Man or some old man named Kozan, as long as she agreed, Iron Slag would appear very happy. But on the other hand, if she raised any objections, or if she had any doubts, she would immediately attract a cold gaze like a knife. It seems that one sentence of negating them makes him more unhappy than denying him ten words, and praising them one sentence makes him more pleasant than praising him ten times. In that case, why wouldn't she do it?

As she expected, Iron Slag immediately nodded his head in agreement. Subsequently, Mu Qianhe staggered the topic and talked about other things.

"By the way, where are you going to spend this summer?" She asked, seemingly casually.

"Didn't think about it." Iron Slag replied. Although You Ge said that he would give him a month off, it didn't seem to make much sense to him. He had nowhere to go, and if it weren't for the bottomless abyss, he would probably have stayed in the Atlantic Mansion and lived a simple and boring life for a month.

"Or ......" Mu Qianhe smiled, the answer of the iron slag was in her arms, and then invited, "Come back to the Far East with Ke'er and play, we will take you to see the sea of clouds, mountains and fog, climb the thousand-foot lonely peak, swim in the 10,000-year-old Tianchi, eat small stoves in the mountains, and listen to the sound of Lin Hai and bamboo......" She said the benefits of the Far East like a few treasures, only hoping to arouse the interest of her lover.

"We'll see when the time comes." After listening to her narration, Iron Slag said ambiguously.

"Hmm." Maki Chizuru responded. Although she didn't get a clear answer, she was satisfied, because it was better to be unsure than to refuse.

(6) dǐng (6) diǎn (6) 小 (6) said, .≠.→os_ (); Afterwards, the two returned to the Contemplative Fortress. That night, Iron Slag had a farewell dinner with Oliver, Kyle, Hilbrand, Lu Shanhai and others, as well as all the core members of the Wolf Clan, and then left with Mu Qianhe the next morning......

Three days later, in the afternoon of R3713-07-12, Twilight Manor was bustling with activity. The maids were busy cleaning the garden and the rooms, while the cooks were busy preparing a sumptuous and delicious dinner, while the old butler Ivan was in and out directing the whole situation.

Meanwhile, not far from Twilight Manor, a private party is taking place in a small bar on Ancient Babylon Garden Avenue near Lengzhi Lake. This is a party often held in the small aristocratic circle of the Central Yincheng Military Academy, that is, a group of small aristocratic cadets drinking and chatting. At the moment, dozens of well-dressed young people are sitting in groups and threes in various parts of the bar, talking in whispers, raising glasses to each other, or smiling and shaking hands......

"Do you think it's reasonable for a humble scavenger to step on our heads?" Not long after the party began, a small nobleman stood up with a wine glass and initiated the main topic of the party. However, their last meeting seemed to be the same topic.

"It's a shame!" "It's unbearable." "I felt like I had eaten a fly." "He's not just a scavenger, he's a robber and a murderer." "Don't forget, he's still illiterate." "This is the most disgusting thing I've ever experienced this year." Most people were outraged.

"If this continues, I'll be a waste picker too." "Count me in." "A good thing to gain fame and fortune, but don't forget me." "Hahaha......" some people sneered.

"There must be something extraordinary about him being supported by three faiths at the same time." "Calm down, friends......" "Perhaps, we should try to look at this Wilderness Knight in a good light." A small number of people reminded, but in the atmosphere of common hatred, their voices were like the low chirping of mosquitoes, which were quickly drowned out.

"We need a cry of justice!" We need a notarized trial! "Someone has to expose his hypocrisy and expose his evil nature." As time passed, the feelings of the little nobles became more and more excited, and slogans began to be shouted.

However, when the rhetoric on the scene became more intense and sensitive, some people began to leave. They don't want to get involved too much, and if it gets to the student union, I'm afraid it won't be a good thing. At least for most people, once they are blacklisted by the student union, it means that their political careers are over. They all knew very well that the other side of the Temple Princess was the Princess of Hell, the other side of the Goddess of Happiness was the Goddess of Misfortune, and the other side of the Spirit Snake Saint Maiden was the Poison Saintess, and questioning their decisions was simply asking for trouble.

"Have you forgotten the glory of the nobility?" "Your fathers will be disgraced for this." Some stood up and blamed those who left. But their righteous rhetoric not only did not get the desired effect, but caused more people to leave the scene.

"Let's go, let's go, they're all cowards." "We don't need cowards." Some people hate iron and steel.

In the end, there were only about 20 people left at the party. They gathered at a table and discussed. During this period, someone said a small piece of news, which immediately caused a discussion.

"I've heard he's going to Midtown tomorrow for an auction." "Is it the auction of his demon head that was sacrificed by his teammates? Shame on you! "Is the information reliable?" "Reliable." "Where did it come from?" "My girlfriend works in the student union, and she overheard the conversation between Assistant Li Bing and Assistant Eva."

The organizer of the party pondered for a moment, stood up and said, "If this is true, let's go and make a big fuss." "What's the trouble?" "Draw lots, choose one person to come out, go to the scene tomorrow, and unmask him in front of celebrities from all walks of life."

"This ......," "Uh-huh......," "Ah......," someone began to hesitate.

"To do or not to do, a matter of words." Said the party organizer. His name is Tony Quleton, he has curly brown hair and brown eyes, and is a typical minor nobleman of the Western Continent.

Before the draw began, most of the people left. Many of them are revolutionaries in their mouths, and when it comes time to actually pay, they have a lot of problems and concerns......

Moments later, the remaining seven men drew lots and formed a makeshift organization, the Predator Heroes.

And just as they were having a secret meeting, their target stepped off the aircraft, and then got into an elongated black car, leaving the chase apron and heading for Lengji Lake.

A few minutes later, Iron Slag is greeted by Ivan and walks into the halls of Twilight Manor. At this moment, Yuge Lombal was wearing a cool white lace sundress, stepping on a pair of small sandals with Venus Diǎndiǎn, lying on the couch with his legs crossed and waiting for him. But after he came in, the former only raised his eyelids, slid his eyes and glanced at him, without even lifting his buttocks, looking very arrogant.

Approaching her side, looking condescendingly, I saw that her light short skirt could not hide the spring light in the garden, revealing a dazzling white thigh. Looking up along the thighs, his gaze wandered over the well-proportioned waist, the full but not cumbersome chest, and then up, he could see two thin suspenders tightly squeezing the rounded and translucent shoulders, revealing large areas of snow-white skin on the shoulders and back. In the blurry light, her fair skin was crystal clear, like translucent milk, indescribably moving, seductive, and maddening.

Since she was so reserved, he naturally couldn't help but express it......

Between the gazes, the iron slag flipped down from the back of the sofa, hugged the right waist, put on the round/straight buttocks, blocked the cool and delicious little mouth, and kissed the exquisite beauty.

"Dingding......

The old butler who was waiting on the side looked at the floor clock in the corner of the hall without squinting, watching the pendulum swinging back and forth, until the two separated, he gently rang the triangle iron in his hand, reminding the little master and distinguished guests that it was time for dinner.

After sitting down at either end of the long dining table, the old butler brought a note.

"Welcome back, dear."

After reading the note, Tie Slag didn't reply, and directly picked up a chair and walked to You Ge's side and sat down. He wasn't interested in writing notes when the two of them were alone, how tired they were.

"In order to reward you for your courage in breaking with tradition, I have decided to ......" You Ge turned his head, glanced at the iron slag sitting beside him, then stood up, pushed his chair away, and then sat on top of him, and announced, "Less vulgar than you!" ”

Seeing You Ge talking about crooked reasoning seriously, Tie Slag suddenly became playful, spit on the ground, and then squinted at her with a provocative gaze.

You Ge snorted lightly, deliberately twisted his ass twice, rubbed it on his thighs a few times, then got up and walked over to his spit, bent down, wiped it with his index finger, then straightened up, raised his chin at the iron slag, and then put his finger in his mouth and sucked it under his gaze.

In an instant, the temple princess's outrageous behavior made the person concerned stunned. After licking his fingers, You Ge pouted, spit a mouthful of spit on the ground, and then winked at the iron slag, as if to ask him, "Do you dare?" ”

Iron Slag suddenly touched his forehead, picked up the red berries on the table casually, walked to You Ge's spit, and half-squatted down. Looking at the transparent jin / liquid on the ground, the iron slag couldn't help frowning, although he felt very uncomfortable, but it was impossible for him to admit defeat.

After thinking clearly, he turned his heart sideways, dipped the berries in the saliva on the ground, and then took a deep breath, and was about to bite down, but at this moment, he noticed a trace of cunning in You Ge's eyes. He then remembered a little story and suddenly came to his senses. Then, he quietly pretended to eat the berries in his hand, and took advantage of the gap in You Ge's relaxed spirit, suddenly turned sideways and grabbed her hand.

After just one glance, he said lightly: "Middle finger." ”

However, the princess of the Templars, who was exposed on the spot, did not blush and her heart did not beat, and whistled as if nothing had happened, then turned around briskly and said to the old butler, "Activate the first-level secrecy alert. ”

"Yes, my princess." The old butler immediately bowed down and closed the door to the restaurant.