Chapter 1469: Mature boy

Moline looked at the talking child, but the woman who led Moline glared at the child and seemed to blame him for talking more.
Through this performance, Morin speculates that this woman actually knows the entrance of the passage, but she also has a fantasy for Grean Stallman, which is also a thing many women are keen on.
What she probably meant was that as long as Grian Stallman was still alive and not completely wiped out, then they still had a chance to live a "happy" life again.
In this regard, Morin felt very abhorrent.
However, the child seemed to be in a period of rebellion, and did not listen to the woman (most likely his biological mother), but rebelled and said: "I just want to say, Grean’s bastard, even my brother killed, I don’t Will let him run away!"
The woman stretched her hand with a slap, only to stole the child, and Mo Lin immediately pulled the child over, and then looked at him and said, "It is a very shameful thing to betray your father, but..."
"But, he killed my younger brother!" the boy said very stubbornly, "I can't spare him. In this family full of intrigue and indifference, my younger brother is my only hope of survival..."
Speaking of which, the child shed tears.
Morin and others were very surprised. This twelve- or three-year-old child would have such a mature idea. It can only prove one thing: his life is extremely uncomfortable and painful.
Being able to force a child to such a maturity level, then, what the family he is in looks like.
Morin comforted the child and said, "No, boy, your brother left the world when he didn't understand anything. In fact, this is a lucky thing."
The child sighed and said, "You're right, that's how it is alive, and what's the point? However, I will tell you where my father is. This is the only thing I know, because I once followed him secretly. I told my mother about this, but she told me to keep it secret."
When he was finished, he looked at the woman and said, "For such a person, you still attach to him, and you are not a good thing!"
The woman said, "Boy, you are too young to understand anything at all! Where is justice in this world? We can do it as long as we live well. Without your father, how can we live well?"
The child shook his head, not wanting to have any conversations with his mother. Perhaps, this is the last thing he can say with his family. There is no common concept, everything is said to play the piano to the cow.
The child turned and said to Morin: "The secret passage my father took was in the thirteenth row of doors, the room on the left. Come with me, I will open it for you."
Morin nodded and let the child lead the way. Because they were powerful here, this was something no one could stop.
They entered the room the child pointed to, and they saw a library with rows of bookshelves and a fragrance of books.
"These books were brought in by my father from the outside. Unfortunately, he never read them." The child said, "I always sneaked in to read books. Once again, I was reading here and I heard the door ringing. Through the bookshelf Gap, I found that my father came in."
"Because he hates people entering this library very much, he especially hates me even more, so once he finds me here, he will definitely scold me. If I am afraid, I will hide."
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"It’s very easy for me to hide between these densely-shelfed bookshelves; what’s more, my father is a very interested person. Such a person will only care about his goals and never pay attention to those around him and Thing, so he didn't find me."
The boy said, as if telling a story, while walking forward along a row of bookshelves.
Moline followed him with great pity in his heart, but it was only a little pity, and other things, Moline could do nothing.
"It's that wall," the boy said, pointing to the wall corresponding to one of the rows of bookshelves. "As long as I move a book on this shelf, a door will open there, which my father opened. Secret passages."
After saying this, the child twitched in the second row and the third book on the shelf next to him.
Then came the sound of the giant stone rolling, and the wall opened an opening, and behind it was a corridor of black holes.
Mo Lin looked there and saw that it was just a corridor, and there was nothing else, so he entered the stone gate with five other people. After they entered, the stone door slid again, and at the same time the door closed, the wall was back to its original state.
However, the sound of the stone door sliding did not stop, and then on the right hand side of the door where Morin had entered, a gap was opened, and then a person came out from inside.
This man was Grean Stallman, who looked at his eldest son with a sweet smile.
"Good boy, you are really thinking about your father, and just got rid of my enemies." Grean Stallman said.
And the boy was unbelievable, of course, panic and fear.
The boy’s mother, the woman who led Morin into here, immediately stopped in front of the boy and said to Grian Stallman: "He is your bone blood, and tiger poison doesn't eat children. You can't do this anymore. It's something."
"Why don't you follow me, stinky girl!" Grean Stallman cursed, and dagger shot, stabbing the woman's chest.
The woman fell to the ground, and a pair of hands grabbed Grean's feet and shouted, "Boy, run!"
However, as if the boy was fixed there, his face was sweating coldly, and he no longer knew what to do. It seems that this boy is usually very afraid of his father.
"My good son," Grian Stallman kicked the dead woman's hand away, then walked to the boy, wiped the blood from the dagger on the boy's face, and said, "I didn't mean to kill you. Does the younger brother get revenge? Come, this sword is for you, you can kill your father."
With that, Grian Stallman turned the hilt to the boy, and then looked at the boy with a murderous smile.
The boy swallowed and cold sweat flowed into his eyes, making it difficult for him to open his eyes. However, like a puppet, he reached for the hilt.
The little hand was about to catch the hilt, but Grian Stallman suddenly withdrew the dagger, his face full of anger.
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