Vol 2 Chapter 459: The morning of Fanwai Liuyi Di Si (on)

Chapter 459, Fan Wai Liu Di Di Si's Morning (I)
Kay walked in the garden in front of the Judith Hall, passing through the gravel road intertwined with the morning light and the green plants.
Of course, according to the schedule, the old and stubborn old horses are ready to go out of the city, and it is said to visit the south for at least one or two months.
Kay thought so, and felt that even the sky was clear.
As for the old stubborn order for himself, who is the mother who cares about that?
Ok, maybe someone really cares:
When Kay walked close to the hall door, Nolanur, who was standing under the pillar of the hall, stared at him with a stupid look like "How are you here?"
And that is why he came with Vale:
Before Nolanur opened his mouth, Valle cleared his throat and walked up in the eyes of Kay. He started his own brother with the unique tricks of the northern people.
As a member of the Royal Guard, Noranur Aaron may not hesitate to deal with the assassin, but he is definitely not good at dealing with the troubled brothers of his own compatriots.
Kay is clear about this.
Behind him, Nolanur had no time to take care of his own mouth, and Kaishun Shun went into the hall.
Perhaps it is the old stubbornness of the city. Today, the defensive clerk in the 闵迪思厅 is not so strict. Several servants are coming and going in a hurry. The stellar private soldiers are only standing outside, and only the elite and rare royal Guards guard several key positions:
Morian stood on the side door of the left hall, his eyes were like a brass bell, and Rogo stood in the right hall opposite him, squatting against the wall.
In front of Kay, Tony had a steady hand and stood behind him, behind the stairs and the three kings of stars on the wall.
"Your Majesty has forsaken you," Tony’s voice had no feelings:
"You shouldn't be here."
Kay snorted and continued in the direction of the ladder:
"You shouldn't have asked me where I am going."
But Tony reached out and stopped him.
"Go back." He was cold and cold, and there was no room for negotiation.
"This is for your good."
Kay's eyes passed over Tony's knife on the lower back.
trouble.
Kay has always believed that there are two kinds of people in the world: one is the person he has played, and the other is the person he must call the helper together - such as Val and the strong attendant Kana.
But there is no doubt that the prestigious Chief Guard of the Royal Guard, Lord Conrad Tony, belongs to the third.
Both Morian and Rogo on both sides look sideways and seem to be looking forward to the next thing.
Kay sighed and took a step back:
"Well, what do you know about the next thing, what is the most interesting part?"
Tony licked his lips.
Ka smiles brightly and expresses himself by hand:
"I want to go up, you don't let it, then I insist, then you do, but I am struggling, the movement is big enough to smash the top of the hall, and then the commander will take the order down, let you stop - take me.

Tony frowned and glanced at the steps behind him.
Kay raised his arms and showed a confident smile:
"So why don't we skip the big step in the middle and go straight to the result: let me go up?"
Tony's face was more ugly.
On the other side, Morian blinked and pointed to the top of his head: "Cough, he makes sense - I mean, let him go up?"
Rogo in the right hall licked his mouth and looked like he tried to laugh.
Kay felt that he really won.
Because Tony screamed, but did nothing, and retreated to the side.
"This is right."
Kay toe cocked his cocky nose and crossed Tony, regardless of the other face's sullen face.
In order to provoke, he even held his hands, rhythmically screaming, stepping on the tap dance, humming a small tune, shaking his shoulders, ignoring the eccentric gaze of the left and right servants and the royal guards, stepping on the ladder.
Cathy walked through the stars and three kings - the hybrid king, the wife and the king, and the rotten debt king. (The last time he called it, the old stubborn personally put him in the starry tomb of the thirty sticks until the mother of the big belly heard the news. From the tea party, he came back to save him. - The portrait, throwing a wink at the two maids who went downstairs, scared them to one side, turned and ran.
Still a good day, isn't it?
Kay stared at one of the younger maids, admiring her hips and shaking her eyes.
But he did not take a few steps, and he saw a strong man in black surrounded by two attendants, coming on the road and stepping down the steps.
Kay's light footsteps are momentarily stagnant.
Do not.
When I saw the moment of the black man, Kay mourned in pain in his heart.
It's him.
The person he least wants to see.
Most, there is no "one".
Why is he here?
Rather than in the place where he should be the most – the dirty military camp, the harsh north, continue to drink his blood, cut his head?
Kay’s head licked his teeth and expertly lowered his head and leaned against the ladder to minimize his sense of existence. He turned silently like a humble servant and planned to slip away.
And counted on the black man to ignore him.
But his wish eventually fell short.
"Where are you going?"
Kay’s footsteps are stiff.
The familiar and unfamiliar voices came from the top of the head, like the old organ that had been eroded for many years. Every string was a weapon of murder: "This is your reaction after a year?"
The black man who walked down the ladder was a long-distance man.
I saw Morian, Rogo and Tony all stand together and pay tribute to the man's beheading - that is what Kay never enjoyed.
and many more.
Cathy glanced at Morian below and suddenly understood something.
They know that he is here.
They are intentional.
"Dodge, evade, turn a blind eye... just like you evade your identity and responsibilities."
This man has sharp-eyed eyes, a strong cheek, a broad chest, and a shape that seems to never bend.
Most importantly, his appearance is like a snow and ice, driving away all the warmth in the hall, replaced by heavy and tense.
Kay sighed with a sigh of relief, and the scalp turned around numbly.
I saw the man in black standing on his top, cold and cold:
"My dear little brother."
Kay’s forehead was slightly cold, and the long-lost panic and fear came at the same time.
Damn it.
Kay lamented silently in the bottom of his heart, he did not want to (not dare not!) Looking directly at each other's eyes, just staring at the man's chest.
I am not afraid of him.
You are not afraid of him.
Damn, Kay, you are not afraid of him!
Kay repeated it three times in my heart.
Kay raised his head and forced himself to squeeze out an ugly smile:
"Hey, Horace!"
"My dear good brother, the weather is not... When did you come back to the king?"
God knows how much effort Kaifu has done, and then squeezes out such a sentence between fear and tension.
Horace in black lightly frowned, as if the temperature around him began to fall.
That's right, in this world, one of Kay's most unwanted people to see.
It is his tall and strong, brave and arrogant, murderous, lacking in love, so the spirit is not normal.
Of course, the last one described, Kay generally does not say it in person.
"If I knew earlier, I can still prepare..."
Horace stared at Kay for a while until the chill in his eyes almost filled the iceberg of the entire mantle, and he took an ominous sigh from his throat and interrupted Kay:
"I heard about it."

When the police hall chased the fugitive, ‘it happened to’ dragged you out of a clubhouse on Hongfang Street.

Kay’s smile suddenly became stiff.
and many more.
This……
Horace still glared at Kay with no expression.
Ok, as always, this guy has no intention of greeting.
but……
Kay shook his head in a difficult way, slamming his cheeks with a slap in the air, with unnatural laughter in his words:
"No, no, you misunderstood. I just had a poetry and art discussion with my friends. The atmosphere of Hongfang Street is better. We booked a private room and drank some wine together to discuss the manor poetry of the Red King period. ......"
Horace squinted slightly, slowly approaching Kay, with his strong body, it was like a hill pressed to the front.
"Friends? Poetry discussion?"
Kay nodded innocently and innocently:
"You know, that is what Heyman likes to do..."
Horace still stared at him indifferently.
"But Hayman never opened a poetry discussion meeting at two in the morning," only listened to the second prince coldly: "Not even in a large luxury soft bed on Hongfang Street."
Early morning.
big bed.
The unpredictable premonition of the big event hit Kai’s heart.
"When he was not on the alert, he was drunk in the middle of the three bare-chested women, and then he was slammed into the street without a trace, until he mourned the surname of the royal family."
Horace is very slow, and every word has a muffled sound.
Kay’s expression was fixed.
Damn it.
Shouldn't this be a secret?
Where did he know it? Alert hall?
He swears that when Horace said "light woman", the following Morian took a look at them with a smile.
Although Kay’s ban was open, the truth behind it... The old stubbornness was strict, and shouldn’t it be covered except for the parties?
Kay unnaturally twisted his neck and looked away:
"That, you are... where have you heard of it?"
Horace’s eyes were full of disdain.
"My wife, and she heard it from Mrs. Herblan."
Mrs. Herblan?
Wait, so that means...
Kay thought about what it was, and my heart flashed through a big haze of great trouble.
Oh no.
Wang Duo's gossip woman circle, the group of long tongue women...!
Amount, maybe except Mrs. Elysee...
After all, her snoring is too moving...
But Horace’s voice reinterrupted the thought that Kay had already drifted to the Far East:
"After you are caught in public, with a scorpion, a hero's widow, and a husband of the husband, her husband's uninformed visor, lying on a bed, and being recognized by half-street people...

His second brother did not hide his disgust in his tone:
"The dignity of the royal family, the loyalty of the nobility, the stability of the rule... Do you know how much effort your father has to do to clean up your mess? Just because you can't control the lower body?"
Kay picked up his eyebrows and felt uncomfortable in his heart.
Well, probably knowing that the whip marks that were drawn in the Fuxing Palace are still vivid.
There is also a lot of graceful ceremonial ceremonial ceremonies and ceremonies - especially the husband who was known by the whole king to wear a green hat, but Kao sure that the coward who likes to listen to his wife’s screams is exchanged for this. Promote the official, may be more happy.
Is this not enough?
"Every time we think that you will be safe and ill, you will jump out and tell everyone: You are still the most disgusting harlequin."
Kay found himself shaking slightly.
"Our enemies should really thank you: you have made our family name and family become the biggest laughing stock of this country by your own power." Horace's eyes are like military judges in the military camp.
Look, this is what they care about.
Last name.
family.
Really old, is there anything else?
Kay snorted in the bottom of his heart and made up his mind.
He has to face the other side.
This arrogant bastard.
And he knows how to annoy Horace.
Kay’s unintentional look did not care. He smiled and said:
Laughter?

"I don't know, anyway, that night, Mrs. Elysee is very happy to laugh - I mean, who doesn't like to explore poetry?"
Kay saw with satisfaction, Horace's face was more and more dark.
Yes, the more angry he is, the happier he is.
If this muscle man really thinks he can...
Kay spread his hands and smiled provocatively:
"Of course, you may not understand, you may prefer to be in the military camp, and every night with thousands of tyrannical rough men rubbing their shoulders and sweating..."
In the next second, Horace in black swayed his right arm and the five fingers caught like a talons!
Snapped!
He clasped Kay's shoulder joint.
Kay trembled and snorted for the sudden pain.
He raised his hand subconsciously and hurriedly resisted Horace's five-finger lock.
But his brother didn't know what technique he had made, and his left hand flashed, and Kay's right wrist was numb, and then he couldn't hang down.
"This is your ability?"
Horace’s eyes approached him like a knife, and the strength of his hand slowly amplified, and Kay’s sweat was sweating:
Even eggs can’t be broken... How did you get on the woman? Let them come to you?

Damn, damn, it!
Kay twitched his face, trembled his shoulders, leaned over his body, tried to resist the rough, big hand like a hook, and wanted to get rid of the clamp.
Damn, hateful, this muscular man, where is the great strength...
"Cry, shout, as before, but the mother can't save you again..."
Horace’s eyes seemed to be carrying a storm:
"Or, like three years ago, continue to run away from the house like a coward? Oh, I forgot, your little young man with a fine skin and tender meat can't even get to the cold castle, and he falls to the side of the road without a penny. - Or is my army bringing you back?"
Kay wanted to kick out his right leg, but he was kicked open by Horace, who had not been prophet, and he returned without success.
Behind Horace, the two are equally fierce, and at first glance, they are not the prince attendants of good people - Polk and Saatchi - as if they are accustomed to training their own masters, they just look at each other and they are silent. Take a few steps back and look elsewhere, leaving room for their prince.
"tell me."
"How many years have passed," Horace’s voice was terrible, and his hands were getting harder. Kay was forced to bend his knees slowly: "When can you learn not to make a waste, not to be a family shame, not to drag us down?" The hind legs?"
The shoulder joints were accompanied by a clavicle and a wave of severe pain. Kay almost fainted.
But that doesn't matter.
"When will you be able to stop obstructing our eyes like the mouse in the pot?"
Kay licked his face and made a tough look back at his brother.
He did not plead for mercy, nor screamed loudly, nor did he bow his head and admit his mistake.
He can't admit defeat.
Can not show weakness.
Especially in front of this madman.
Just like before.
No!
"When?"
Kay twisted his face, and with a vague eye, he barely squeezed a painful smile:
"Maybe, never?"
Obviously, Horace is not satisfied with his answer.
The arm of the second prince, who had been exercising for a long time in the military career, trembled slightly.
In the next second, Kai felt that the big hand that was buckled on the shoulder changed his posture, and the pain of the cone was followed!
Kay's face was white, and he couldn't help but tighten his body, hoping to slow down the pain.
He has to leave this - this is the fact that every part of Cathy's body is unnaturally reminding the owner - leaving this muscular fierce.
Val probably drove with the brothers at the door, and Kana was ordered to go home to reflect, and Kay’s attendant was not expected...
Below them, the Royal Guards must have seen it, but they stood on their posts with loyalty and turned a blind eye.
Kay had to regret the bad attitude he had treated them before.
At this time.
"I don't want to interrupt you, Horace."
A neat, yet fresh and pleasing male voice rang from the ladder ahead, with a little joke:
"But you seem to... block the stairs?"
Horace snorted bluntly, his hand relaxed slightly because of this cry.
Well, Kay, who was not so painful, breathed a sigh of relief.
But Horace did not look at him.
The second prince's attendant, Polk and Saatchi retreat to the side, slightly to the new man.
The man is slender, but he is not thin and thin, but his skin is white, but he is not weak. When he steps down and looks up, it gives a fresh sense of freshness.
Although I have seen it countless times, Kay has to admit that both he and Horace are in the moment of confrontation with the man, once again attracted by his face, and even forgot the pain.
Without him, because this man is really...
Too handsome.
The corners of his face seem to be a master who personally chiseled out, every minute is just right, neither sharp nor awkward.
The temperament of his body is naturally elegant, and it is very cool and cool. When he is not laughing, he is like a static painting. Everywhere is finely crafted, and a smile is like a light bloom, which makes people forget.
His eyes are even more of a kind of magical work. If there is a vortex when it is bright, it will be sorrowful and sorrowful. It will be distressing when it is faint, and it will be distressing when looking at it.
"Look at his nephew."
Horace’s palm still clasps the pale-faced Kay and does not return:
"I really don't understand why we and I will be brothers, sharing the same glorious surname?"
The handsome and shocked man looked at Kai’s eyes and hooked his mouth, revealing a smile, as if the flowers were blooming, and the flowers were shining before the eyes:
"Yes."
"Sometimes I am also wondering about this."
The new handsome man shrugged.
Kay began to tremble slightly.
brothers.
This is his brother.
His family.
And he is damn... blood.
What he would rather not want.
Thinking of this, Kay clenched his teeth and raised his head again. He snorted: "Yes, why?"
"Ask our mother to go."
Horace’s face was cold and his fingers were strong.
Kay felt that his shoulders began to hurt again.
But at this moment, the beautiful man on the side coughed softly.
"Forget it, Horace."
"Your time is much more valuable than this guy, not worth the waste."
The beautiful man pointed his finger at the top of his head, with a smile on both men and women:
"Moreover, here is his hall."
"His territory."
"Not suitable."
This sentence has worked, at least Horace is silent for a while.
Kay struggled to fight "Brother's love", but his struggles were useless, just like screaming at Horace.
After a few seconds, the second prince seemed to figure out what he had, and finally let go of his hand.
Out of the clamp, Kay was generally leaning back against the wall, panting and covering his shoulders.
He looked at the beautiful new man, rolled his eyes, and shouted out the name of the newcomer:
"Hayman."
If someone asks Kay, what is worse than meeting a brother in the morning, the answer must be:
I met two brothers.
That's right, Hayman Comet.
His youngest brother.
Kay stared at Heyman indignantly, sensitively discovering that the other's eyes were as proud as ever, full of disgust and disdain.
the most important is……
Damn, why is he so handsome!
I have to admit that in a few brothers, Kay and Hayman both grow up with their mothers, but to say that Hayman is the one who truly inherits and even promotes the beauty of his mother.
Well, the use of beauty to describe may be somewhat inaccurate, but in fact, using male adjectives to describe Heyman would be too rude and too rough, but with the praise of women is somewhat overly feminine and insufficient strength.
Therefore, Kay found a nickname for him that would not be too rude and masculine, nor would he be mistaken for a woman:
Girly.
Although Kao is sure, all the people who have seen Himman will not agree to use this word.
But what can Kaineng do? There are so many vocabulary words in the world. Is there a choice?
This is definitely not because of his appearance in Heyman. Well, there may be a little bit, but definitely not much.
Although Kay will never forget, Hyman Comet is the most eye-catching man at any dance.
For many years, the ladies of Wang Du (and perhaps some men - Kay thinks viciously) at the ball, the first drop in the eyes and the "most wants the spring breeze" list, the first girl The cavity is firmly held and never shaken.
However, this sissy is still deeply eager to squat, want to take the high truth, pretend to be the same, pretending to be a high, never diligent and suggestive, not to leave the color, so that the ladies are even more crazy.
This hypocritical hypocritical gentleman, with the same blood that keeps the royal blood, is like a smug, smashed street hacker.
And every time, Hayman stared at the kind of stunned look he saw...
A mechanical and boring voice joined the conversation:
"His Royal Highness, is there any problem?"
As the footsteps approached, a long-faced man in a squad costume appeared on the upper ladder, looking down at the three princes.
Seeing this person, Horace picked up the eyes of the look, and Kay subconsciously shrank back.
The fourth prince Hayman shrugged and responded decently, his voice was sweet and his smile was:
"No, Lord Sacker, just a brother who hasn't met for a long time."
The Lord nodded, but did not move, but his eyes stared at the three of them.
It seems to be waiting for something.
Horace understood it. He grinned and shook his head.
"He can't protect you forever." Horace glared at Kay, whispering.
Then, the second prince no longer looked at Kay, who was leaning against the wall, taking his attendant officer, stepping down the ladder, and going away.
Sakuel watched his back and walked away.
Kay’s robbery has already exhaled.
Hayman chuckled and turned to Sackel at the top of his head.
"You know, Lord, my brother has always admired you - he thinks you should play for the country in his military camp, not in the royal guards."
This made the Tony three downstairs look very bad.
The long-faced man is expressionless:
"I know."
Hayman raised an eyebrow and saw Sackel for a long time, but he never waited for more words.
"Ok."
The fourth prince sighed and nodded:
"He probably likes you about this."
Sakuel still did not speak.
Hayman turned and reached out to support the wall of Kay, but was unscrupulous by a younger brother.
"So you are now mixing with him?"
Ka looked at him coldly: "Is the source between the brothers, and this makes you feel good?"
The beautiful fourth prince frowned:
"Do you have to be stingy?"
Kay looked back at him proudly: "Oh, sissy, we all know what you are."
"Stop pretending."
Heyman laughed aloud.
He squinted and shook his head, and the picture-like, sharp and sharp facial features flickered in the sun, making people pay attention to it:
"Help me a favor, Kessel."
Hayman started calling his full name again.
God knows how much he hates this name.
Ka turned his head disdainfully.
Just listen to Haiman and laugh:
"The next time you are looking for someone to explore poetry, go buy a hat and cover it."
When I heard "exploring poetry," Kay felt that it was not good.
But he still took a second.
hat?
"Buy a hat, what to cover?" he asked stupidly.
Like a loving brother, Heyman touched his brother's head with a smile when he was too late to react.
"I don't understand this, little fool."
"Cover the hole in the brain."
what?
Why do you want to cover your brain...
Kay touched his head and suddenly reacted.
Cover your father!
However, Heyman has already stood by his handsome face who has dumped all sentient beings, stepping on the graceful and chic step, and leaving behind Helas, who is chilling and sharply chosen.
Only leave behind Kay, who is so angry.
"Hayman Comet, you have a hole in your mother!"
"You have a whole brain in your family..." Cough and cough, it seems that something is wrong...
In short, is it great to be handsome?
If you are handsome, you can do whatever you want?
Kathy turned and trimmed the folds of his clothes while cursing the bad morning.
But his scalp was cold and he slowly lifted his gaze.
I saw the Chief Criminal Officer of the Royal Guard. Sakuel still stood at the corner of the upper step, staring at him indifferently, motionless.
Quite a bit horrible.
As if reminding him of something.
Kay shuddered and understood what the other person meant.
Yes.
Cathy took a look at Sackel and thought it with a sullen mood.
How can he forget?
When the whip marks on the back are still faintly painful - how can he forget the man who was swearing by the king's life?
Kay looked at the chief penalty officer at the top of his head and waved his hand:
"I know, I know I am forbidden, but I am only coming today..."
But the long-faced Guards penalty officer did not wait for him to finish, but turned indifferently and disappeared into sight.
Kay’s expression was half done, and he had to look back. The hands that were placed nowhere were only helplessly inserted into the waist.
that's nice.
At least he didn't ask anything about the light woman.
Kay throws a scary "King of Wife" portrait on the wall and throws a bully look of "What do you see?" and continues to walk up to the second floor, and then stunned.
The floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor are open, with two large panels and countless paints in front of the window.
Sitting between the drawing boards, a bloated man in a suit, he was facing his back, with a few brushes in his hands, and he was concentrating on the canvas to capture the courtyard of the Judith Hall in the morning.
But Kay consciously spoke out:
"Fat!"
Fat - the back of the man who painted the painting is slightly stiff.
Ka looked at the drawing board in horror and measured the distance from it to the ladder: "You, have you been here?"
The bloated man turned his in the chair, revealing an ordinary face, small eyes squeezing on the fleshy cheeks, impatiently squinting, indicating the default.
Kay’s heart sighs:
"You... have you heard that?"
The man in front of the drawing board shook his head and his face was beautiful:
"No, I didn't listen."
The fat man's drag is very heavy, like a businessman in the market: "I only know that you are with three... or thirteen old mature women, together with a fart to read poetry?"
Do not.
Kay swayed and silently mourned.
What do you mean by this?
"Don't worry," he said as a fat man who seemed to understand Kay's despair. He shook his head and was quite gloating:
"I am not interested in the things you are tied to with bare bottoms."
What do you say again, this is not listening?
Kai is crazy, he looks at the other side and smiles, only feels ashamed and angry.
"I don't have a fart... Oh, forget it."
Kay slaps his own brain, but when he thinks of the "advice" before Heyman's departure, he quickly takes his hand off his head:
"So you heard it, but you have been sitting here all the time, no matter what you are doing?"
Fat waved a brush: "Uh huh."
Cathy opened his eyes.
"You saw the murderous muscle man? You look at him and lose his temper to me?"
"Uh huh."
"Have you seen your twin brother? Did you see him in a hurry to please Horace and help him to step on me?"
"Hmm... Hey."
The fat man shook his head indifferently, his expression was still relaxed, and he looked quite complacent and had no apologies.
Kay made an extremely rude mouth shape, but did not say anything, he knew that Sakuel was nearby.
He throws his hands and throws a sigh of relief.
"You are really good, dead fat."
The fat man shrugged.
"That's your mess, why should I blend?"
Kay raised his finger and looked like "I really have you" and looked at each other uncomfortably.
"You know, Bank, sometimes I wonder, are you really my brother?"
Kathy looked at him as if:

Are we really crawling out of the belly of the same mother? Or did the mother sneeze when I was born?

The man, who was called "fat" by him, had a cold expression.
That's right, this is Bancroft.
His third brother.
It is said that Heyman is a twin.
Kay looked at the facial features of the other person's face that was fat and squashed by the flesh, and frowned subconsciously.
Genetically speaking, Horace followed his father, Kay and Hayman with his mother, as for Bancroft...
Well, he followed, probably a potato that the mother ate during her pregnancy.
After Banke’s six-year-old body shape, he confirmed this more and more.
Bank is the least troublesome existence in the entire Fuxing Palace. Apart from painting some soul paintings that people can't recognize the prototype, there is basically no big disadvantage. Kay means to see his second brother and fourth brother. Well, a gangster, a publicity.
But this will not make Kai like him much. On the contrary, Banck’s ignorance of "brothers fighting me off" makes Kaika feel resentful.
More disgusting than opposition is neglect.
Therefore, this dead fat man always let Kai have his desires, although Kai knows that the fist will only bounce back from the bottomless meat of Bank. - Then, what about Bank? What to do? When did you get up, did you come out? Will not get stuck in the flesh?
Bank sighed with a deep breath and glanced at Kay with the look of the trash can, then sighed long:
"You just don't understand, are you?"
Kay frowned:
"What do you know?"
Banker looked at Kay deeply.
The fat man shook his head and waved his arm against the pillars and gardens far away from the window:

Hundreds of years of history, the design and layout of the Judith Hall are classics of the art world. The garden is a unique and handed down work. Every angle is like a landscape painting. How many art and architects want to see it? Not allowed."
The tone is full of praise.
Kay picked an eyebrow and pointed it along Bank's arm. He only saw a black, gray pillar of stone, a pile of red, green and green flowers.
He turned back quite stupidly:
"Landscape...so?"
Banker appreciated the scenery and immediately began to face.
"But when you stand here, Little Kessel..."
Bank grabbed the brush and made up the color on the canvas.
"It's like a piece of stain on the canvas."
"That's why you are being squeezed everywhere, everyone hates you."
"Now, you'd better go around."
Banker said that he had pulled the drawing board, twisted the seat and turned to the other direction.
Leave Kay with a fat bulge and squeeze the trousers tightly to the buttocks.
Kay’s smile is a stiff one.
He subconsciously went to the painting of Banker.
"Don't move my things," Banker did not return:
"Otherwise, I can't guarantee that when I visit the South in the next quarter, the beautiful lady and husband of the blade will know your ‘light poetry.'

Cathy’s feet went out in the air.
He moved his lips, but in the end he could only turn around mechanically.
"well."
Kay screamed: "You will hold the paintings you can't sell, and hold the little ones on your papers for a lifetime!"
"The dead fat man without sex!"
Single for a lifetime!
The dead fat man did not return, just back to his right hand, protruding a of flesh between the four brushes.
Kay on the steps of the third floor.
But he has been thinking about that sentence.
This is why everyone hates you.
Everyone hates you.
Kay clenched his fists.
He is wrong.
Cain and sullenly said to myself.
Bank is wrong.
Not everyone.
Once, my mother liked him.
She would laugh at his mischief and sing praises for his creativity when he was stubborn and angry, whether they were good or not, and what the consequences were.
Until she...
Not everyone.
Kay stopped and looked up and looked at the room in front: the most important main room in the room.
He swallowed his mouth, cleared his throat, and arranged his clothes.
But before the Kay knocks on the door, the door opens.
A prince from a low-ranking aristocrat, a servant, bowed and smiled at him, indicating that he could go in.
"His Royal Highness is waiting for you."
Kay heart is warm.
Not everyone.
He slowly said to himself.
No.
He used Prince Kessel, probably a rare etiquette in his life, and responded politely to the friendly attendant. He even remembered that the other person seemed to be called Casso.
Kay took a deep breath, took the most pleasant and happy mood, and stepped into the room with the lightest and lightest pace.
He knew that the owner of the room didn't like the noisy and noisy.
But he also knows that the other party has never been angry with his own outrageous behavior.
because……
Because not everyone hates him.
Not everyone hates Kessel's comet.
No.
(End of this chapter)