Vol 2 Chapter 324: Good morning

Chapter 324 Good morning.
This sentence is like the Eternal Oil splashed by Mars, causing an uproar in the hall!
The vassals were angry.
"This fucking..."
"Fuck him..."
"guard!"
But before the anger of the vassals was vented, Taylors spoke again, and the sound was heard in the hall.
"You know, sometimes I miss Nunn very much," the sigh sighed, but there was no respect in the words: "I want to say to him: Look, the dragon city of the hall, this is what you have left." ""
"Your poor legacy, Nunn," Tyles turned and looked up at the stone carvings above his head. He waved his arms to the aristocrats on both sides and shook his head in disdain: "It’s a group of thoughts." Old antiques, guarding a little girl who is useless and cowardly, biting the bones in the dragon city."
"It is sad."
His face was closed and he scorned coldly: "You are all."
Count Earl Cotterson's eyes widened, and he glanced at the count of Linna, who was furious.
He is here...
boom!
The Earl of Kierkegaer slammed the seat coldly: "You are in the king."
"do you know?"
Tyres shook his head disdainfully and did not respond at all.
"Wow," Ian stared at Tyres in his seat: "I thought I was too much."
Nie Lai, next to the big public, looked at Tyres, as if he could not accept the sudden change of the prince.
At this moment, the coldness in the eyes of Thales, so that the comet who had the longest time with him also frowned.
What are you doing?
"If this is your plan, ma'am," Nie Laiburn's pale face was full of anger outside the situation. He whispered to the side of the female grandfather: "That is best to stop him before the accident."

"This is too much. If you go on like this, no one can save him in front of the angry Northland."
But Selma just looked at the prince slyly and didn't answer.
Tyres...
you you?
Taylors took two more steps and passed Monty.
The death crow greeted him with a faint sneer, and his eyes were not good.
"Enough! Prince Teres," Count Hearst couldn't help but yell: "The lady is trying to save your life, but you are -"
"Oh, talk about this!"
Tyres increased the volume, as if suddenly he realized something, he turned to the count of the golden beard.
"Six years!"
He shook his head ridiculously and disdainfully, facing the female grandfather in the seat.
"You always feel that you have firmly pinched the prince of this star in your hand - it’s flat and free, is it free?"
Tyres shook his head and recalled the black sand lord in his memory, mimicking his look and revealing the cold: "Look, this is our disagreement."
"My life is my own, and no one can take it."
The Count of Brisbane looked at the prince incredulously, only that he had never been so strange - as if he was no longer the prince who had always been loyal.
Selma's expression changed, and she looked at Tells at a loss, but she couldn't stop thinking about what the boy had said.
[Don't care about others, don't care about others, don't hesitate and hesitate. 】
[I am going to solve the remaining problems. 】
This is... how do you solve the problem?
Earl of Hurst pinched his fist, his face was distorted, and his anger was expressed in words: "It's really good, Prince Teres, His Royal Highness, as a star man, you are really kind enough."
"As for your life, we will soon know the answer."
Tyres sneered.
"In this case, the people of the Northland have told me more than once," the second prince spit out, not paying attention to the surrounding eyes, twisting his neck: "The result, six years have passed, my head is still good." Stay on your neck."
Earl of Hearst, like a beast that was invaded by the territory, screamed!
The people of the Northland broke out with a deafening curse. The Dagong guards even held down two vassals who could not help but go forward.
"It's really interesting," Earl Linna looked at Taylors coldly: "Ms., it seems that you have a bias in people's judgment."
Selma was quiet at this time.
She looked at Taylors without sorrow.
But only a false emotion can be harvested from the prince's eyes.
Tyres...
What are you going to do?
"Do you really think that Longyan City is amazing?"
"But it is not the time of King Nunn."
"The Freedom League is our handwriting, and it is the premeditated plan of the stars," said Tyres, taking a deep breath and turning to the northern people in the hall. The fire poured out on the fire and said: "And what can you do? ?龙霄城?"
"Open the political council endlessly, bickering in the castle? Then use the pretending rhetoric, boasting that it is not your merits, concealing your incompetence and stupidity, showing your honorable identity?"
"That's enough," Tyres squinted and looked terrible: "I can't believe that it took six years for you to stay in a territory... it's ridiculous."
There are countless anger in the air, bringing enthusiastic suggestions from the people of the Northland such as "killing him."
Count Nazaire frowned at Taylors and made an export to the opposite Brisbane: What happened?
But the Regent just shook his head.
He doesn't know either.
"And what makes me most uncomfortable..."
Tyres laughed and his face turned cold: "If you were not me six years ago, you - Long Yucheng has long since disappeared."
"There is still a round of yelling from you here, how do you deal with me?" Taylors turned around in a circle and put every pair of eyes into his eyes, saying: "You seem to be really Can do it."
The sound of the hall is getting bigger and bigger.
"Now, if I say: Take one of his hands down," Earl Linna whispered in a cold voice: "Is there anyone else against it?"
There was a sigh of anger and approval in the hall.
Tyres chuckled innocently.
He turned and faced the female grandfather who could not speak, and opened his arms:
"come!"
He seemed to be a warrior who had everything out, and he smiled sullenly on the battlefield: "Everyone in Longyan City, the second prince of the stars, the Thales Comet, is here now!"
"Come on," the teenager shouted: "The hand is still lame, just you!"
The three Grand Dukes and Guards held down the fifth vassal to be rushed - Count Hudson.
Taylors can't remember whether he is Hudson in the Snow River or the Spear City.
But it doesn't matter.
Tyres looked at the angry Northland people with cold eyes.
Time is almost up.
Ian looked at the tales in the field and frowned an eyebrow: What do you want to do?
Here is the Dragon City, you are facing the Northland.
If you go on like this, even if you want to be safely sent to the city of Qiyuan, it is impossible.
Selma looked blankly at the tales that seemed to challenge all the rights of the entire Dragon City.
Yes.
at this time……
No one...
Raise the marriage, then raise the levy, and then mention the qualification of the female grandfather.
but.
But you...
Taylors!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel that her nose was sour.
The roar of Tyres sounded again.
"But you have to remember!"
Tyres waved his arm and glared at every Northlander who gnashed his teeth. Yang said with anger: "On the day in the future..."
"When I put on the crown of the nine stars, I took the day of the star of the stars."
"Every debt will be liquidated, and every hate will be washed!"
His words are like a cold water, and the angry cry in the hall is immediately one of them.
"In the name of the comet."
"This is a promise from the Star Kingdom, the heir to the throne," Tyres stunned the silence, lowered the volume, soothed the screaming dumb, and said coldly:
"Remember, each of you."
"Remember, the Exeter."
He swept through the vassals of the full hall and found that the anger in their eyes had slowly converge and turned into hatred that was difficult to overcome over the years.
"Boy," Earl Cotterson pondered his teeth, seeming to chew Thales:
"Do you think Northlanders will be afraid of your threat?"
Tyres looked back like a thorn, and looked at him: "Is it?"
"When you face the stars, look at what you are scared of."
The prince laughed insultingly: "The once-famous, famous Longyan City, has arrived..."
"It is only by the hostages to fight."
The anger that calmed down in the hall sounded again, one after another.
In addition to the astounding Brisbane, and the frowning Nazaire, even the other four counts showed their anger.
"I doubt very much whether you can live on the day of coronation," Count Earl Kelkeguer pinched his only fist and said with no expression: "If it is not the restraint of the Grand Duke, you are now torn into Fragmented!"
Taylors narrowed his eyes: "Really?"
"What are you waiting for?"
"Wait for King Nunn to climb out of the coffin, do you order it?"
Tyres whispered his words and ushered in another wave of protests!
But he didn't realize it.
At this time, when the focus was attracted to Thales, a servant hurriedly came to the wall and came to the back of Brisbane's regent, close to his ear.
Some people noticed this, but they were immediately attracted by Thales and turned their eyes again.
But Brisbane changed his face and lowered his voice: "What? Now? He is..."
The servant nodded.
After a few more questions from Brisbane, his face became worse and worse.
Count Nazaire noticed the expression of an old friend, and he immediately cast a questioning look.
To his surprise, the old Risban, who had always been steady, was a lonely and stunned man. He shook his head at Nassell, who was puzzled.
Brisbane took a deep breath and looked at Tyres incredulously, showing a smile.
Is that the case?
Prince of Tyres.
It turned out to be the case.
A second later, as if he had given up, he waved his hand weakly.
The servant left and the confrontation in the field continued.

Women would rather do everything, but also keep their promises and protect your safety, but...

Count Linna said coldly: "For your stupid move, boy, you not only failed the lady's trust, but also destined for today's fate."
Taylors laughed: "So I said, you are a bunch of idiots."
The second prince of the stars sighed without a sigh:
"The situation has long been out of your control."
The eyes of Tyres are shot like a sword to everyone: "You guys really don't see this idiot?"
"Where is the trump card of this game?"
Linna’s face suddenly became a blue.
"The results are already very clear," Count Earl Cotterson said impatiently: "No need to pay more attention, first throw him to the dungeon, then..."
At this time.
boom!
The main entrance of the hall was violently knocked open.
The impact of metal and giant wood echoed in the hall.
For a long time.
The quarrel in the hall stopped and most people looked at the door slyly and didn't understand what happened.
A heavy and thick voice, shockingly sounded from the door:
"Wow... it’s a big scene."
The words are easy and the attitude is comfortable.
Heavy footsteps came.
puff.
puff.
puff.
A stalwart figure, accompanied by two entourages, stepped into the hero hall.
Several angry grandfathers were behind them.
The people stopped and walked leisurely to the side of the prince of the stars, calmly looking around, watching the Dagong guards stop the indignant Northern aristocrats.
He spoke gently, but the words seemed to carry the chill of the bones: "I can see that you are quite popular?"
The person turned to the boy who was indifferent:
"Tells?"
The hall was silent when it was in the hall.
Selma, Brisbane, Nazaire, Niely, Kierkegaard, Hearst, Linna, Kutson, Lord Justin, and even Monty and many vassals...
From the female Dagong to the vassal, and even to the guards and the praying city, they all froze in an instant—Lisban also had a look of exhaustion and mourning.
It seems that the time in the hall has stagnated at this moment, no longer moving forward.
Only Taylors, he looked at the middle-aged aristocrat indifferently, not shocked.
The prince sighed and gave a faint sneer.
"What delayed you for so long?" Tyres relaxed and indifferent:
"Old friend?"
The voice of Tells fell.
The expressions of the people in the hall were exactly the same, and they all looked at the man who had just walked in, staring at the majestic middle-aged aristocrat.
Just like he is never possible, the dead from the grave.
I saw the middle-aged aristocrat turned around and looked at him with a sneer. He said: "You know, the road to the Yingling Palace is not good."
In the midst of countless strange or shocking eyes, the middle-aged aristocrats raised their heads.
The dark gold crown on his forehead was shining, with a crimson gem in the middle.
Seeing the jewel, many people took a sigh of relief.
In the next second, the 46th kingdom of the Exeter kingdom and the black sand collar grand prince, Chaman I glanced at everyone in the hall with no expression, and the loud voice spread in the hall. :
"Good morning."
"Dragon City!"
In the original outline, I should write about this story in the fortieth chapter, but once I have insufficient pen power, I am too embarrassed, and when I write it, it is easy to make a brainstorm, and what kind of drama is there. I won't tell you that there are a lot of plots in front of me, and I suddenly have a whim.)
So it is dragged to the present.
(End of this chapter)