Chapter 1114

Chapter 1114

2015-02-10

Am I doing something wrong...

Snow outside the theater, down from the carriage Winslyn did not immediately go to the theater door to attend the banquet, but leaned against the side of the carriage like the long spear beside him, standing still in the snowflakes, hugging his arms, lightly touching his left arm, which was wrapped in a wounded cloth, for a while. His face was gloomy and decadent, and his expression was in a trance.

Whether you like it or not, as a Sky Rank Martial Artist's keen hearing, you can clearly hear the discussions from a distance, including the undisguised sarcasm and resentment... Honestly, Winslyn does not actually Don't really mind these. He had been prepared for this situation when he defected from the sect and sent the long spear into the back of the sea tower with his own hands.

It's ridiculous, what do they know...

The far-reaching influence of the Sword God lineage in the empire, who can know better than myself, the Sword God final disciple? It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the master...as long as the Sword God is safe, no matter who ascends the throne and is crowned, he cannot ignore the opinion of the Sword God, and he must first pass the approval of the Sword God... It is precisely because of this. No. Wrong. .s. At the moment of Sword God's fall, all aspects of the backlash effect are coming one after another.

Sword God is dying, and so is the Sword God lineage. Just as the big tree will fall and the mountain peak will collapse, at this time, who will care about the life and death of the birds on the tree and the beasts in the mountain? Not to mention other things, who is the enemy of Sword God lineage alone, who can bear the enormous pressure from Light God Temple?

In this way, I will re-select a strong backer for the family to ensure that the family's glory will not fall, and inheritance will continue. As most of you are doing now, hit a person when he's down to the Second Prince force, surrender to the Eldest Prince...

Am I doing something wrong?

No, I did nothing wrong! Never, never—

Fists clenched. The snowflakes that fell on his shoulders suddenly rustled. Winslyn let out a long, warm breath. Like a wild beast falling into a trap. Fierce eyes. Immediately raised his hand into his arms, took out a small brown square box, opened it, took out a delicate cigarette, and lit it...

The smoke was rising, probably because I didn't smoke it often, the action of lighting a cigarette was a little bit. Clumsy and a little coughing too. Winslyn eyes are slightly red. The expression on the face behind the smoke is even more dazed...

Since I did nothing wrong, why do you insist on holding on to me? Why even clansman is like this...

Yes, Winslyn can speak without the eyes of unexpected people, but he can't let go of the alienated attitude of the people around him. I believe that no matter who it is on this matter, it can't be taken care of!

All his actions are obviously for the honor of the family. It was also because of the support and encouragement of all the elders of the family that he betrayed the sect and killed the Senior Brother. Even the wound on his left arm. He was also left behind in the fierce battle with the bandits who broke into the manor at night to save the people of the family two days ago... He has done everything he can. Also gave everything, including reputation. So, why do they look at me like they are looking at a rare beast that can eat people...even, they don't want to look at me...why?

It's not human inside or out! hehe...for, what, what!

"Young Master." When Winslyn trembled and gasped because of doubt and resentment, a guard cowered closer, "Master has led clansman in first, he asked me to tell you that the theater guards I've already said hello, and you can go in through the side door with a gun later. And...and don't care what other people say, they'll all pass."

When the words were finished, Winslyn waved impatiently, the name Immediately, the family guards, such as the amnesty, saluted and retreated.

hehe, look, they don't even want to go in with me...

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, Winslyn laughed at himself and shook his head inexplicably.

Winslyn, leaning in the shadow of a roadside carriage under the snow, contrasts sharply with the theater's front entrance with happy laughter and cheerful voices not far away.

Between the light and the dark, one is deserted, the other is lively, like two completely different worlds!

A moment later, Chi—half of a cigarette fell into the snow, the smoke was faint, and the hot red cigarette butt also melted a small flake of snow after sacrificing his own fire source. Immediately, Winslyn reached out and grabbed the icy long spear to the side, shook off the snow flakes on his body, but also cleaned up his face, and strode towards the side door of the theater with a blank expression.

In the meantime, of course, there will be aristocratic acquaintances who come to the banquet. But Winslyn looked steadily forward and walked straight, as if he had never seen it, and didn't mean to say hello at all. Of course, no one will come up to greet him. Yes, they just hurriedly backed away and evaded the weird look in their eyes, as if they were looking at a god of plague that suddenly descended on the mortal world...

However, there were exceptions. Just when Winslyn was about to step on the side door steps, suddenly, a harsh voice came from one side,

"Yo, this is not Winslyn, long time no see... You slut still have a face to come out? The seemingly familiar greeting was followed by a sharp sarcasm, which made Winslyn's face sank suddenly, and he stepped down the steps, which also shocked or stunned the nobles on the side.

Just like what a nobleman said just now, Winslyn was born in Sword God lineage after all, and has outstanding talent, there is no doubt about his strength. Therefore, although everyone present was very contemptuous of his character, they were afraid of his strength and dared not say some unpleasant words, at least not in person. And now this harsh tone is undoubtedly the direct release of these words that I dare not say. It is completely a face-breaking posture. Naturally, it makes the audience's heart tense, for fear that Winslyn will suddenly go crazy, which will affect them and cause this celebration. .

But when everyone heard the sound and turned to the owner of the harsh voice, their expressions were all startled, suddenly, and then relaxed.

It was him? Then it's not surprising...

It's really not surprising, looking at Philip's undisguised sneering expression on the steps, Winslyn's face twitched, he unconsciously looked away, turned his head to the steps, intending to avoid .

From start to finish, Winslyn didn't feel like he had done anything wrong, nor did he feel that anyone had the right to laugh at him. But this obviously does not include the Sword God lineage and Philip's family who were deeply hurt by him.

"What?" Philip stepped sideways at the same time, stopped in front of Winslyn again, and sneered, "Do you Winslyn have the guts to betray sect, but don't have the guts to talk to me?"

"Get out of the way!" Winslyn finally couldn't hold it any longer, and growled in a low voice, "Today is the coronation of the Eldest Prince, and I don't want to conflict with you."

"Wow, this is going to be against me. Do you want to do it? Okay, come on!" Philip exaggeratedly threw his hands back, without reducing his sarcasm, "Anyway, you dare to kill your Senior Brother Haita, what can I say? Come on! Use your grandfather. The Divine Weapon long spear, which has been forging from all directions and worked tirelessly to collect materials, kill me!"

Suddenly roaring violently, Winslyn's body suddenly trembled, and his palm tightly grasped the gun body , crunching.

There was an instant silence all around.

"What are you afraid of - Winslyn, look up at me!" Roaring and roaring, Philip, who suddenly stepped down the stone steps, stood in front of Owens, like a devil beast, his expression devoured, "What are you, what are you doing, lifts the head for me, look at me! Look at Brother Haita, who was killed by you! Look at the master Sword God who is so disappointed in you!"

Taking a step back, hearing the sound subconsciously raised his head in a daze, meeting the fire-breathing eyes that could not be concealed by the boundless wind and snow in front of him, and once again unconsciously looked away, and immediately saw the contemptuous eyes and expressions of contempt from everyone around him, and , standing at the back of the crowd, the Sir Father who waved to him with a sullen face...

Obviously, no one wants to see conflict here, especially to see Winslyn who betrayed the sect and Philip who came to the door. , including the father clansman of Winslyn.

So Winslyn turned around in shame and left alone before stepping into the theater for the celebration.

I have to say, this scene is really ironic. You must know that the current celebration is an occasion for the Eldest Prince's side to share the fruits of victory, and Philip has never belonged to the Eldest Prince's side, he has always been closer to the Second Prince. However, Winslyn, who managed to take refuge in the Eldest Prince because of his trading name, was unable to participate in the victory celebration, and even the Eldest Prince's forces around him did not stand up to speak for him. On the contrary, they all look like they want him to leave early...

Everyone betrays relatives and leaves!

"Coward! Choppy! Dog thing—" Although Winslyn left sadly, Philip behind him obviously didn't intend to let him go so easily. The sound echoed in front of the theater door, "Do you think it's over for you to avoid me? You're going to die—Winslyn, I promise you will, you will, die—"

"Less , Young Master, you..." In the shrill curse, the family coachman looked at Winslyn who was approaching with a gloomy face, and hurriedly stepped forward and stuttered to ask, lest he angered him.

"Go!"

"Go...where?"

"Go back!" With a bang, Winslyn certainly wouldn't bother with a coachman, After walking a few steps, he got into the family carriage in a slightly embarrassed way, and slammed his hands behind the car door, "...this lunatic!"

"Run? You dare to run! Even if you hide in the northern wasteland, I will Philip will also send someone to hunt him down...you're dead!"

"cough cough, Sir Philip calms down, he's gone, can't hear..." After all, it's a celebration, in It is naturally out of place to scold the street here. Therefore, after seeing the Winslyn carriage turn across the intersection and quickly disappeared, an old noble hurriedly stepped forward to grab the furious Philip, and kept speaking to comfort him.

However, "Stop the anger...Am I angry?". Philip, who was scolding the heavens and the earth just a moment ago, suddenly became eerily quiet at this moment, looking at the stunned old nobleman with an unfathomable mystery on his face, and straightened his clothes, "What a joke, I'm a graceful nobleman, how can I be unreasonable? I'm angry, I don't understand what you're saying... By the way, I'm going in to the banquet, can you come in? The nobles couldn't help but be speechless when they heard the words. The speed at which Fuck turned his face was absolutely incredible. And you Imperial Capital flower wolf has grace? Well, this is the biggest joke of the day... However,

What the aristocrats who were stunned and speechless didn't notice is that when Philip stepped into the side door of the theater, he turned his head slightly and squinted his eyes. towards the snowy intersection where Owens carriage disappeared, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a weird smile...

Do you really think I'm joking?

hehe...

If you die, you have to die!

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