Chapter 170: Disclosure at midnight (table)

Chapter 170 is disclosed in the midnight table
late at night.
Everyone fell asleep, and Ryder, who was crushed under Tristan, showed a painful form, but he did not forget to snoring.
Towell slowly climbed up, his body was weak, and the breath of strangers in the room irritated his nose.
"Oh." His stomach roared.
"Hungry? Come and eat." Arthur, who was in charge of the vigil, waited in front of the door and gestured to Toville.
Although still full of fear, but hunger makes the leopard young man unable to take care of other things, he went out of bed and slowly went out, suddenly his feet were so soft that he almost fell to the ground.
"Be careful, don't wake others." Arthur helped Toville to keep him from falling.
"Come on, hurry to eat and replenish your strength." He almost dragged Toville to the dining room.
The steaming stew, steaming into the leopard's throat, made him suddenly feel alive again. After he gasped, he began to devour himself.
Arthur sat quietly, watching the leopards and teenagers eat.
"Hey!" Tovil was swallowed by food.
"Stupid, tell you to eat slowly." Arthur patted the back of the leopard boy. After a few moments, Toville finally swallowed the food stuck in his throat.
"Oh--" The leopard boy paused and seemed to be breathing back.
But then he made a move that Arthur didn't think of: Towell took the knife of his right hand and cut it toward his wrist!
"What are you doing?!" Arthur reached out and stopped, and the knife cut Arthur's hand deeply into a hole!
"You," Arthur endured the pain and flew the knife in Toville's hand.
Arthur realized that the strength of the cut wrist was serious. Fortunately, it is not a particularly sharp knife, or Arthur’s hand will be cut even with bones.
"呜呜呜呜呜" Towell whispered in tears, tears continually dripping.
"Even if you cut your wrist, you can't die. The orc's vitality is so tenacious, what is the loss of blood?" Arthur wrapped his hand and said, "What big things need to be solved with suicide? You stupid ""
"Don't" Towell cried vaguely, "Don't say that to me -"
"That's really sorry, I can't control you if you can," Arthur said coldly.
"Don't be so good to me"
Having said that, Arthur suddenly caught Towell's face: "Kid, look at me."
"Hey!" Toville hadn't reacted yet, and he was immediately slap in the face of Arthur.
"This slap is for you. When you cry and say something, I am particularly annoyed." Arthur said, "Either you don't talk, cry. Or just say it and cry again." Or just don't cry. Do you understand?"
Towell was stunned by this sudden slap in the face, and then his cry stopped.
"Oh, don't you want to cry?"
"Kill, kill me." The leopard teenager whispered, "I, I am not qualified to be with you again. I will only bring you danger here."
"Is it finally to speak?" Arthur stroked Towell's head as if he was comforting a wounded kitten, but his words were completely out of tune with his actions: "It is not impossible to kill you." But I don't want to kill you unconsciously. I hate being stuck in the drum and getting a thing done. If you want me to help you, it's best to spit out all the secrets in your stomach. I can also make you a good death."
Towell avoided Arthur's gaze and did not speak.
"Do you think that if you die, you won't cause trouble? Don't be stupid. Those foxes will think that you have told us the secrets. Even if you die, they won't let us go so easily. "
"So--" Arthur grabbed the face of the leopard boy and screwed it over so that he had to face himself: "You talk to me, hurry up. Even if you don't want to live, give me the information now. Spit it out!"
"You don't want to know." The leopard teenager whispered.
"That is up to me," Arthur said. "But I have to listen at least before I can make a decision, right?"
Towell closed his eyes and didn't talk, but his attitude has obviously been much smoother.
"Well, you can't say it now? Just you." Arthur took the head of the leopard boy. "Go take a bath and go to sleep. What will be said later."
Towell nodded and wiped his tears.
"Arthur" suddenly whispered, "Who is this world born to die?"
"No." Arthur said, "People can't choose how they are born, but they can choose how they live."
"The behavior you just did is also a choice, but it is the most stupid one. Promise me not to do it again."
"Know it," Towell whispered. "And thank you."
"You still have to get rid of '喵', and you say that you have a '喵', and the serious atmosphere in the words is lost." Arthur said.
Toville was embarrassed to scratch his head and was ready to walk in the direction of the bathroom, but he did not take a few steps to start his feet and fell awkwardly to the ground.
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"You guys who are useless, don't even have the strength to walk?" Arthur came to help Towell. "Come, I will help you wash."
"No, don't worry," Towell said.
"Noisy!" Arthur dragged the leopard teenager into the bathroom.
"Well," Towell shuddered as the shower water dripped from his head.
"Okay, go to the bubble in the bathtub, don't stun." Arthur said.
Toville slammed into the bathtub. He was slightly relaxed in the hot water.
"Then--" Arthur grabbed Towell's hand, "Sure enough, the nails have grown so much. It's time for you to repair."
He picked up the knife and prepared to help Towell Manicure: "Don't move, I can't be responsible if I cut my finger."
Toville does not speak.
Time is so quietly passing by, the leopard teenager who is soaking in the hot water, without a word, looks at the knight in front of him to do the work that the servant will do. Who is the slave and who is the master? Is this position reversed?
"Don't be able to endure Towell, whispered, "Don't be so good to me, I'm just a monster."
Monster?
I have heard the same words. Arthur snorted, his head was sore, and the memories of the past were like tides.
It was originally just a person.
Then, met him.
"Arthur," the red-haired teenager looked at the pale-skinned boy, saying, "I am Kay, we are brothers in the future."
Originally, everything is no longer important.
"Hey, you dirty kitten." The red-haired boy washed his brother's hair while rushing to the foam of the boy.
The pale-faced teenager is indifferent to everything, as if he himself is not here at this time, but at the end of other worlds.
The red-haired boy is very clear in his heart. The empty eyes of the other side are proof that he is indifferent to the world. He no longer cares about everything, ignores everything, gives up thinking, and even gives up hope of living.
That is the eyes of the deceased.
"You will get better one day." The red-haired teenager whispered, "I used to be like you, so I know. You will come back one day."
The knight who once saved the red-haired boy has long been a pillar of the youth. For the first time, he realized that the world is not so indifferent and ruthless. This is only three or four years ago.
This time, it is my turn to save you. The red-haired teenager looks at his unrelated brother.
Another day, the red-haired teenager wandered around the slum with a note.
"It’s terrible to ask a child to buy him a wine like a dad." He sighed and then turned to the pale teenager. "Come on, Arthur. Walk outside for you." The condition is good. Just remember that you have to follow me."
Thinking about it now, it is really a stupid idea for children.
How can it be as tight?
When the red-haired teenager bought the wine and looked back at his younger brother, his younger brother had already walked a long distance, and unfortunately, hit a rogue.
"Hey, kid, what's the matter with you?!" The rogues began to surround the pale-skinned teenager. "Why don't you have long eyes when you walk?! Suddenly banged over and soiled my uncle's clothes. How do you compensate?" Good?!"
It’s terrible.
"Hey, why don't you talk? You don't even understand the politeness of the bunny?!" Seeing the pale teenagers say nothing, the rogues are more arrogant.
"Wait a minute!" The red-haired boy rushed over and blocked him in front of his brother. "Master, sorry! This is my brother, he is a fool, and he is dumb, can't talk. He is just a kid. Only, Grandpa, you can't have a large number of adults, spare him?"
"Rain him?!" The rogue who took the lead sneered. "Kid, are you an idiot? How can you easily spare you?!"
He kicked the red-haired boy to the ground with one foot.
"Come on, kid, give the uncle a hoe! After I pass, maybe I will spare you!"
"This, is this? Ok." The red-haired teenager couldn't take care of the blood on his lips, and he squatted in front of the rogue.
"This, can this be, Grandpa?"
"Well, it's OK." The rogue said a satisfaction. However, just when the red-haired boy thought it would be okay to breathe a sigh of relief, the rogue sneered: "Cheat you."
After the leading rogue made a look, a group of hooligans rushed up and kicked and kicked the red-haired teenager. After a madness, they rummaged through the pockets of the red-haired teenagers and found a few poor copper coins. They began to get more annoyed.
"Dead kid, it turned out to be poor and white?" said the rogue, "wasting us so much time, you are dead!"
The beatings of the rogues were even more violent, and the fists fell like raindrops on the red-haired teenagers, and they were beaten to death for a while.
"Oh!" The red-haired boy spit a blood, and he didn't move.
"Hey, isn't that okay? It's really boring." The rogue who took the lead made another kick. Seeing that the red-haired boy was still motionless, he began to shift his gaze to another child.