, a posture, and an action, even if only the form is changed."

"The power of speaking lies in the utterance that is disapproved by many people, and the repetition, emphasis, and explanation, leaving a voice in history and carving out scratches to tell later generations: there was a period of time. There is a group of people who have made a value choice. They want to start by changing the title, changing the status of the blood clan, and changing more-just like what you have heard as a younger generation, the story of the'indomitable Lanli' rebelling against the elders. "

Yannick's expression slowly changed.

"Rather than holding the attitude of'this can't change the fundamental', it's useless anyway, the form is greater than the substance, the political correctness is true, hypocrisy, and the correctness for the sake of being correct. , Fascinated by the narrative logic of'we must focus on the fundamentals','looking at the problem from the compelling ass,' just put it on like this, pretending to be deaf and passing by, and even pretending to be opposing and sarcastic, as if just thinking about it The efforts of people who do things are worthless, and they can conceal their cold-blooded, ruthless and insensitive, as if they are far-sighted, smart and superior."

Thales exhaled:

"Or go to extremes, regard violence and terror as beliefs, and regard fear and disgust as respect, thinking that this can win dignity."

He was a little ecstatic:

"With all due respect, that is the supreme self-righteousness."

This time, Yannick looked at him and was silent for a long time.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

He sighed and put down the wine glass.

"That old guy just said, you look like King Fuxing?"

"Maybe, I don't know, it doesn't look like the picture anyway," Thales curled his lips. "What do you think?"

"I don't know, I have only seen the Revival King from the painting." Yannick shook his head.

He stared at Thales:

"But I have met Xianjun."

Thales was startled.

Several seconds later, he reacted:

"Oh, thanks."

Yannick smiled again.

"To be honest, before I came, I had an acquaintance who hated you very much. He hated it so much."

Tels frowns:

"Acquaintance? Hate me?"

Yannick nodded:

"But when I saw it today, I'm sure she was biased-it should be a personal grudge or character that caused her to make an irrational evaluation of you."

Thyls became more confused:

"she?"

Yannick smiled slightly and sat down tightly.

"Grand Duke Serena Corleone, the true master of the Blood Sea Throne--professed," the kinsman in front of him bowed and did not forget to stretch out his hand and put a quotation mark. "Tell me to say hello to you, "Dear Tai Ales is in good health, rich in nutrition, and tonic."

Se, Celine...

Nourishment is abundant, make a big tonic...

Tyles blinked mechanically.

Selena Corleone! ?

The prince was shocked and stood up uncontrollably!

"What did you say?"

Yannick rolled his eyes:

"She said, if you don’t believe it, there is a secret sign here, uh, I remember it seems to be..."

"'Dead without bleeding'?"

Yannick scratched his head, wondering:

"Still ‘die without bleeding’? Sorry, I’m not familiar with Donglu’s allusions..."

But the Duke of Xinghu has no time to bother him.

At that moment, Thales only felt that his neck hurts more.

What is ?? doing?

For a long while, Thales convulsed his face and said:

"Ugly, ugly face—Cerine is at the feast, where is she?"

Yannick was noncommittal, he happily pulled out a letter:

"Her letter, I wish you a happy spreading letter."

Tales accepted the letter stupidly, and found that there was a bright red lip print on the envelope, and his heart couldn't help but stalk.

The prince pursed his mouth in pain, and stuffed it into his inner pocket where there was already a letter, only to find that even the style of the letter paper was the same.

Sure enough, they are sisters.

Sister Nima’s sister.

Yannick saw Thales’ expression and instantly understood it.

"I don’t know what your grievances are with Grand Duke Serena, Thales, but I’m sure it’s not your fault—I don’t like her either."

He smiled coolly.

"But I hope we can be friends, Thales."

The blood race stood up.

"I guess, no one wants to drink with me at this banquet, and the only tribe..."

The feast leader Yannick Hollier shook his head:

"Then we'll see you next time—of course, it's evening."

Silent and choked Thales sighed, listlessly, only felt that his chest was extremely heavy: "Okay, goodbye."

The blood race looked around.

"Please be careful, I can feel that the Emerald City is surging under the current, and there are a lot of dirty things here."

dirty stuff.

These words made Thales' complexion changed, waiting to be asked, but he saw Yannick blinked his right eye, his feet were not fast, but his figure flashed through the crowd strangely in a few seconds, and disappeared outside the door-not yet. People noticed.

"For this, I would like to give you one of the first six branches of the feast, the language of the Hollier clan, Your Highness Thales."

The blood race went away, only a special chuckle was passed into the ears of the young man:

"It repeats itself, immortality always new."

(End of this chapter)