Son of the Olden Days

In the wobbly bumps, Sol just leaned on Chris' shoulder and slept all the way.

After the carriage arrived at her house, Chris ordered the coachman to go to rest first, and then returned to the carriage to gently wake up Thor.

"Are you okay? I thought for a moment that the hotel is not safe. This is my house. Not far from the garden, there is an old warehouse that my house usually uses to store goods. It is currently idle. Can you still go?" Chris helped Thor out of the carriage.

"Well... I'm a little sleepy, but if you hold me tight, you should be able to walk a few steps." Thor murmured.

This hateful guy, when is this, he still doesn't forget to tease himself. Chriss bulged her mouth, hugged Sol's waist with one hand, and then let Sol put one arm around her shoulders around her neck.

After only a short walk, Chrissy was already faintly sweating. She was originally petite, and Thor's body was tall and strong, and most of her weight rested on her shoulders.

With every step you don't have to step on, you will feel overwhelmed by this guy, and the dress on his body has also been soaked with blood. But Chris did not complain at all, she could see that Saul didn't deliberately lie to herself, he was really weak at the moment.

"Let's take a break. It's not so urgent for the time being. Let me stop by the trunk." Seeing that Kris's steps are a bit difficult, Saul took the initiative to hold the tree and let her stop and catch her breath.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Sol asked.

"Well, it's a bit at first glance, but it doesn't matter if you get used to it." Chris thought for a while and wanted to answer.

There was silence around, no one, only the insects in the garden intermittently.

"Is that statement you said at the prom true?" After a moment of silence, Chris asked suddenly.

"What are you talking about?"

"You said that your beloved girl once told you that people who are the most sad will shed tears in their left eyes..."

"In fact, I don't know what kind of sadness is the ultimate. As for the left eye or the right eye first, I haven't paid much attention to it. After all, there are not many opportunities to make me cry, and I don't want to experience it." Answered.

"Then... the beloved girl you are talking about, is it... Reanna?" Chris asked in a low voice.

Saul laughed silently, as if he had seen the naughty appearance of the eldest lady sticking out her white ankles from under the table.

"How is that possible, I tell you the days when I was a guest at her house, she painted some frogs and cat faces on my face every day after I fell asleep, you don't know how much she hates me." Saul said in a tone. It seems to be full of memories.

"Your relationship...is really good." Chrissy muttered subconsciously.

Feeling that the dizziness in his consciousness was strong and weak, Thor shook his head on the tree trunk.

"Let me tell you a story. There is a tree on the top of a mountain. One day, he found another tree on the top of another mountain from a distance."

"What then?" Sol said a word and stopped talking. After waiting for a while, Chris asked with a puzzled look.

"There is no more. Some things are both the beginning and the end." Saul's tone was suddenly a little sorrowful.

"It's really sad..." Chris lowered her head inexplicably sad. She understood Thor's story, and the two trees on the top of the mountain would never be together. Maybe it was between him and Reanna, Chrissy guessed secretly.

"Speaking of which my black coat is broken tonight, it's a pity that it was originally given to me by a beloved girl." Seeing Chris's loss, Saul reached out and patted her little head, deliberately Pretending to change the subject regretfully.

"Ah! This coat was obviously given to you by me, and it is two pieces!" After being quiet for a while, Chrissy woke up suddenly, but she quickly hung her head down with a shy expression on her face. Unexpectedly, he confessed his love.

"Huh? Did you send it? It might be because I remembered it incorrectly. The sentence just now doesn't count." Old Saul added slyly.

"Why... why don't you count?" Chris raised her head suddenly, her eyes were red, as if she was aggrieved.

"Do you want to be my beloved? Or are you sure you can accept me like this?" Saul deliberately turned his face to face her with a rotten face without eyeballs.

"I'm actually not afraid of you, but my mother may be scared. This is not a question of accepting it. The key is that a person has to speak and count. This is... a question of morality."

"Also...you kissed me, I won't be able to marry from now on." Chrissy muttered to herself, seemingly tangled.

Why can't you get married? Sol's eyes twitched.

"Well, I won't tease you. Actually I remember everything, especially when you robbed me of my last sandwich and threatened to become a ghost staring at me on the roof." Sol raised his hand and rubbed her. His head, every time he molested this little bean sprout, he would have some new insights.

Are you... teasing me? This villain and petty kid actually dared to chase to the main city to find himself to settle the old accounts. Chris was angry, she grinned quickly and made a grimace, then she rolled her eyes, and suddenly took out a small cloth bag from the close-fitting pocket of her skirt.

"What is it?" Sol looked at the cloth bag she held in her palm with some confusion.

"It's your thing, I just picked it up." Chris replied with a mysterious face.

"My stuff?" Saul was even more puzzled. He watched Chris untie the cloth bag and shook it slightly, and then a **** eye appeared on her palm.

"Damn it! Throw it away, it's dead, oh, I mean it has lost its vitality." Sol looked at his eyes with some horror, and finally realized that Timo's body is part of someone else. The feeling in the hand.

"What I lost, I wanted to return it to you, but now I have changed my mind. I can keep it." Chris smiled mysteriously and carefully closed her eyes back.

"It's about to rot soon, aren't you nauseous? What's the use of keeping this thing?" Sol asked with a black face.

"Next, if you dare to bully me again, I'll puncture it with a sewing needle." Chris's mouth raised her chin.

"It's... too vicious!" Thor's cheek twitched violently, feeling a chill in his back inexplicably.

"Say! How many women do you have?" Chris raised the small cloth bag in her hand and threatened.

"You have to worry about this too? I don't have any woman, who would like me to chase chickens and dogs." Saul laughed at himself.

"That means you don't have a woman?" Chris asked.

"I don't have a woman. Why are you happy?" Saul rolled his eyes.

"Actually... you are not that unbearable, you still have a little bit of merit." Chris gave me a very fair look.

"Why do you want to be? If you are so urgent, I can't think about it." Saul said jokingly.

"You dream!" Chris stretched out her little foot and stomped on Sol's foot.

"It's really immoral to take the initiative to attack the disabled." Sol joked, suddenly grabbed Chrissy's small cloth bag, shook his eyes in his hand, looked at it in a complicated mood, and then raised his hand. To the depths of the grass.

"I really can't listen to it anymore. Seeing that you can still molested girls, you should not die!" Lorna and Anne Baez got out of the grass not far away. They just saw Chris’ carriage moved suddenly. Quietly followed all the way behind.

"Stalking and eavesdropping? You are really getting more and more wretched. It seems that the quality of the nobles in the main city is very worrying!" Sol countered.

"What are you going to do next?" Anne Baez rolled her eyes.

"I'm afraid I won't have the next step." Saul spread out his hand to show off his disgusting appearance.

Half of his head and waist had rotted. It was a miracle to be able to live. Even if he could live like this in the future, he was destined to be an alien.

"Leave him to us first, let's help him arrange a safer environment, and then take a few days to take a look." Anne Baez turned her head to suggest to Chris, Chris nodded and agreed.

"Nobody cares about me, I won't go anywhere. Unless you, Anne Betz Adair, take care of me personally. By the way, I have to drink Lorna's own soup, or I will die here." Saul Turn around and hold the big tree.

A pile of white eyes rushed toward them, and Anne Baez and Lorna stepped forward, and one of them helped to pick Sol from the tree.

"You'd better be honest before I break your arm!" Anne Baez's face turned red, threatening Saul who kept sniffing in her ears.

The three stuffed Thor into the carriage, and then came to a quiet and spacious mansion, which seemed to be the property of the Anne Bates family.

When the curse of the night blew back so violently, Thor began to growl, his consciousness confused.

Lorna and Anne Baez had no choice but to stop Saul’s mouth, moved him to the basement, and then tied him tightly with a thick chain to prevent him from going crazy.

However, in the next two days, Thor's situation got worse and worse. He couldn't eat anything, he would just howl in pain, and sometimes he didn't even know who was who.

On the third day, he seemed to finally have a period of stability, but everyone knew that he was just restraining himself.

"Are you sure you want to leave like this?" Anne Baez handed Saul the robe and the silver mask that could cover half of his face.

"You will die if you don't leave, or whoever comes close to me will die. Do you think this chain can trap me? Or leave before I completely lose control." Thor turned the bloodshot one-eyed and bruised veins. On the half of his face, he buckled the silver mask on his face.

When he was wearing the robe, he was a little difficult to dress, and his hands kept trembling. Lorna and Chris could only help him put on his clothes with red eyes, and then smooth the folds one by one.

"Where are you going next?" Chris asked, wiped her eyes.

"I don't know, maybe I go to a place where I can run wild, or howl in the wilderness. If I get lucky after that, I might return to my wanderings. After all, I am like this, where did I go? It's all trouble." Sol replied.

"If you can survive, I hope you... don't live like this again. I mean, don't ruin your life for hatred. After all, there are still many beautiful things in this world. You should..."

Lorna tried to persuade her, but was interrupted violently by Sol before she could finish her words.

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