Chapter 135: Analysis and thinking

"Yeah, according to that, I'm considered to be enmity with your second brother?" I followed the set of routines I've seen in the novel in my previous life, and guessed: "Next, shouldn't you be on guard at all times? , Possible crazy revenge for his dog?"
"Not so..." Rodney looked at me with contempt in his eyes: "What do you think of my second brother?"
"Um...isn't that?"
"Of course not. He is not a brain-dead. How could he turn his face with you because of a dog?" Rodney shook his head and showed deep sympathy for my thoughts: "You shouldn't be a court drama Too much, people will become stupid."
It seems that the set of routines is also deceptive.
"Then what do you mean by misunderstanding before?"
Rodney's "ah" made his whole person freeze in an instant. I was shocked, thinking he was wicked, and was about to rush to pinch people, but I saw him holding his forehead and asked me blankly: "Did I just say the word'misunderstanding'?"
Huh? He forgot what he just said? Doesn't he speak through the brain?
I had no choice but to repeat his words and reminded: "What you just said, Charles will definitely distort the facts and make your brother misunderstand me."
"Oh, this..." Rodney suddenly realized.
I let out a sigh: "I finally remembered."
"Huh? Did I say that?" Rodney regained a dazed expression again.
I suddenly had the urge to hack him to death.
"Sorry" Rodney smiled apologetically at me: "I slept a bit late last night, I was a little forgetful today..."
Is this a little bit?
Very serious, okay?
I quipped him: "You shouldn't be doing very happy things with your wife, you are too excited, and as a result, you can't even sleep."
"No." Rodney cut, his face was full of jealousy: "You think I am you, there are three of them-such a beautiful wife, compared to you, I am so shabby. , A single dog, don't talk about his wife, my sister is almost lost."
"Ahhhhhh? Really?" I couldn't even believe what I heard: "The dignified Young Master Ai Ruicheng doesn't even have a wife? And he claims to be a single dog... Wait, single Dog? Do you also use the term'single dog' here?"
"I feel there is a strong sarcasm when I listen." Rodney glared at me unkindly. "Is there anything wrong with the term single dog?"
"No, there are no problems." I scratched my head and smiled. "There are no problems at all. It is very appropriate and very appropriate."
A burst of muscle suddenly appeared on Rodney's head, and even the expression on his face became gloomy: "Does the fact that I am a single dog makes me feel so happy?"
"No, I feel very sad." Seeing his bad expression, I immediately changed a hundred and eighty degrees, with a regretful expression on my face.
"Forget it" Rodney waved his hand: "Your sad expression is even more mocking than when you laughed at me."
"Really?" I asked him tentatively.
"Really."
"Then I'll laugh better" My face returned to a mocking smile.
"I always feel... I want to beat you hard," Rodney clenched his fist and said bitterly.
"It seems that you don't care about it. Let's just go over Charles." Rodney stared at me and said, "What are you going to do with Clark?"
"What does it have to do with me?" I opened my hands and made an innocent expression: "I have already said that it is his own exhaustion and paralysis."
"You have no convincing words at all," Rodney said: "Charles' despicable Erie City is known to all passers-by, but Clark is the opposite. He is a beacon in Erie City."
"Huh? A lamp?" I said blankly: "Will he shine?"
"Listen to me, don't slip away!" Rodney scolded.
"Oh." I replied, and turned my attention to the rice-sized bug lying on the wall not far away, and returned to Rodney's.
"Although Clark is arrogant and rude, he has always existed as the pride of the new generation of Ericsson. This time, whether you knocked him down or he was tired and paralyzed, in short, your behavior must be "Enraged his self-esteem" Rodney solemnly said: "The more arrogant people, the more they value face. People like Clark definitely value self-esteem more than life!"
"What then?" I didn't have the slightest sense of nervousness at all: "Will he assemble a small team, attack me, and then use the advantage of the number of people to crush me into a meat sauce?"
"Can you be serious?" Rodney was dissatisfied with my attitude.
"Sorry, it's not that I'm not serious, but that I can't be serious at all." I replied with an apologetic expression: "There are many ways to retaliate against someone, but they are undoubtedly divided into two categories. One is to retaliate against him. One is to retaliate against his family. Clark really wants to retaliate against me. Either he will choose to set up traps and ambush on the road I must pass, or he will trouble my family."
"These years of life and death experience are not for nothing. To me, things like ambush are tantamount to furnishings. As long as there is a flaw, I will definitely find it, and there is no trap without flaws in the world." He lowered his head, looked at the tea in the cup, and continued: "As for my family, he generally does not choose to do it, because my family members always act in groups. It is easy to deal with a single one. If you target the number of people Too much will cause many unnecessary troubles."
"But I am more concerned about one thing." He raised his head and looked at Rodney, and said, "Will they destroy my house?"
"If it were Charles, it would be possible," Rodney said. "But Clark definitely won't, and his arrogance and excess self-esteem would not allow him to do this."
"Then it will be easier. In short, everything will be much easier if you guard against Charles against my house."
"I think Charles shouldn't take action on your house" Rodney said suddenly, which surprised me a bit.
"Huh? What do you mean?" I wondered: "Is there anything special about my house? By the way, you seem to have come to my house to find me?"
"Yes, isn't it yesterday!" Rodney murmured: "As the Lord was away, I made a trip for nothing. Fortunately, some adventurers said that someone had a fight with Harold, but he was still using a sword. Yes, I thought of you directly..."
"Well, it's not too late to talk about these things in a while." I waved my hand and interrupted him: "Let's first talk about why Charles won't take action on my house."
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