Dark Moon Era

"It's really unbearable." Lancaster teased softly, looking at the wriggling tablecloth coldly in his eyes.

Yes, the expression and mood of Deble covered under the tablecloth are invisible to everyone, all you can see is a squirming tablecloth.

Despite such a funny image, the humiliation and sadness in it are really sad!

This is Lancaster's idea, but he did not stand up as a messenger of justice.

As clever as he is, he already knows that this will disrupt Tang Ling's rhythm.

Now that things are happening, some things are not difficult to guess, are they? At least Liszt also guessed. He turned the wine glass in his hand, thinking, hesitating, did he want to take a shot now, disrupt Tang Ling's rhythm, and do it all before Tang Ling?

He was fighting for the emperor with Tang Ling. He had a secret in his heart, a secret that a prophet told him.

The secret that allowed him to walk smoothly as King of God.

He didn't know if the secret would really work, after all, everything about the prophecy was mysterious.

But as long as it can be tried, Liszt is willing to try it. Of course, the premise is that after weighing the advantages and disadvantages.

Just like this matter, Liszt is weighing the pros and cons. He was careful to deduce various possibilities, advantages and disadvantages, and possible results.

"I lack a collaborator. Identity is sometimes an obstacle." Liszt finally decided not to disrupt Tang Ling's rhythm.

He put down his glass and whispered to himself.

This sentence made Genk somewhat inexplicable, but he didn't ask much, but Liszt turned his head and smiled slightly at Genk: "This Omer is also obstructive, right?"

"It's disgusting." Genk did not hide his dislike for Omer.

During the dinner, of course, not only Lancaster and Liszt had ideas, but in terms of status and intelligence, no teenager can compare them with them.

With all their thoughts, the group of tablecloths finally stopped moving.

A delicate dress fell out of the tablecloth.

Omir's anger soared, watching the skirt growl: "Pick it up."

The tablecloth was still, and the steward had fallen into deep despair at this time. At this stage, the family's blame was absolutely unavoidable.

That being the case, it is better to do what you want to do.

Thinking of this, the housekeeper came forward, picked up the skirt, and handed it to Omil.

Omer squinted at the housekeeper: "Who told you to pick?"

The housekeeper's waist was lowered, but he reached out and handed the skirt to Omer without speaking.

Tang Ling suddenly coughed at this time and said to himself: "I'm full, it's boring, otherwise we should go back?"

Omer turned his head sharply, glaring at Tang Ling fiercely! How can I let him go? The key is that the other side cannot leave!

Everything deviates from imagination, and deviates from what he wants. How can he be willing? He wants to get it back, and all fight for it. Since such a gentle and polite way won't work, he will be robbed and forced.

Isn't lawless Omir always like this? This is how he acts in the family, and the Poseidon family is one of the three major families. In his mind, he is still ahead of the top ten forces on land. So why not do it now?

I have to say that Tang Ling's statement is so just right.

Exciting O'Mill had no time to care about the housekeeper and Deble. He pulled the skirt from the housekeeper and walked towards the place where Tang Ling was.

During this process, Omer stared at Tang Ling fiercely.

Tang Ling seemed to find it a little interesting. He put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to look at Omir, as if Omir was a funny clown.

This attitude is undoubtedly full of provocation in Omer's eyes.

"The big show is starting." Lancaster pulled a handful of Saxon back from the garden's slightly centered position.

He retreated, and naturally a group of teenagers followed him. Coincidentally, his position of retreat intentionally or unintentionally blocked the position of entering the garden gate from the room.

"The flowers over there seem to be beautiful." The mild smile on Liszt's face seemed to never fade away, and no one knows why he noticed a flower at this time?

Anyway, he walked towards the so-called flower, and Genk followed him. Several important captains belonging to the Liszt fleet seemed to notice something and followed Liszt.

Then a group of people followed, although there was some confusion in the direction of the whole thing, but it was always right to follow the big people.

And Liszt's retreating position was also very clever, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the entrance to this dinner garden square.

As for the housekeeper, Debuble who walked towards the room without holding down the tablecloth, said loudly and comfortably as he walked, "Sao Zun is just in a bad mood, everyone shouldn't care, the dinner will continue. What happened. "

As for Debble under the tablecloth, he was still silent, but now he was sympathetic, and no one wanted to know what Debble looked like? Are there tears?

These subtleties, whether Lancaster, Liszt, or even housekeeper, in a fury, rushed to get back all the so-called Omir did not notice.

In his eyes burning with angry flames, only Tang Ling's provocative expression, and standing next to him who was still so beautiful that people could not wait to possess it immediately, had better be able to take a hard hit.

It may be that his momentum is too amazing. The teenagers who had been eating around the long table all receded aside, and there was not much food on the table anyway.

Felt hat and Lu Xiaohua glanced worriedly at Tang Ling, hesitated for a second, but did not pull back.

Tang Ling bowed his head: "Are you waiting for food? Maybe there will be another? Don't stand here now, blocking the way for the chef to serve."

Felt hat and Lu Xiaohua glanced at each other, then pulled back.

And Omer sneered, this despicable beggar, this pig ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ still thinking about eating?

The next second, he stood still in front of Tang Ling.

Tang Ling looked up and looked at Omir with some innocent looks: "Are you rich? There are vegetables, right?"

"Get out of here." Omer didn't even look at Tang Ling, squeezed Tang Ling directly, and walked to the other side.

"Put on." Omer's eyes were cold, and the look on the other side was undisguised, like watching a prey.

The other side didn't even look at Omer, but looked at the crowded Tang Ling and said gently: "Aren't you going back?"

"I said, let you put it on. Now, right now, right here!" Omer snarled.

Then handed the skirt in her hand, it seemed that she wanted to tuck it into the other side.

At this moment, Tang Ling suddenly blocked in front of the other side, no one knows how he grabbed Omir's hand: "The skirt is very beautiful, how should I wear it?"