Chapter 299 Prince's shackles

He remembered it.

Taylors fixedly looked at the floor under his feet.

Six years ago, in the secret road under the gate, the pedestrian who escaped from the birth of the day was intercepted by the Red Witch and could not advance or retreat.

that time……

The exhausted comet was alone and used "a big stack" in exchange for their safety.

The inner suspicion of Taylor's heart is unstoppable.

What did Nie Lai tell the Red Witch, so that Ms. Kashan turned around and left, letting her disregard the existence of the Prince of Stars and Miss Walton, as if they were just extra outsiders.

Is the dark room really so maverick, and the moment before it is determined to overthrow the king of Nunn, who will be able to leave without a trace of water, and nothing to do?

If, as Lombard said, the existence of Selma is only...

Tyres took a deep breath and the blue veins appeared on his hands.

"absurd."

He looked coldly at King Chaman in front of him:

“A heir who has been recognized as a dead man for six years is still alive? And I am alone. The whole six years of being a hostage, including the contest between us in the Palace of the Spirit six years ago, is only part of a conspiracy?”

"Do you expect me to believe in you? This unfounded word of mouth?"

The prince looked offended and looked at the king's eyes dissatisfiedly. He retorted: "Why is Morar going to deliberately die, why should he let his family collapse and make the city of Longyan turbulent? Why is Nunn Wang again?" Will you come up with such a strategy that is not worth the loss, and still lose your life in your counterattack?"

boom!

"Because he didn't mean to die, and Nunn didn't mean it!"

King Chaman slammed into his scabbard and responded to Tyre's aggressive words: "Do you think this is a fun thing? You thought I would be bored to make up this lie to leave you. With Longyan City? Since I got this **** news, God knows how many means, time and resources I have used to go to the bottom, just to find out if the waste prince is dead! In order to figure out that I got this six years ago. How long can the crown be worn!"

The king’s sharp eyes revealed the murder of Sensen: “Trust me, if he is not dead, no one in the world wants him to disappear forever, without knowing it!”

Taylor looked suspiciously at the anger and chillyness on the king's face, faintly feeling that the other's emotions were not like they were put out.

The car was silent for a few seconds.

"So, ‘not deliberately dying,’” Tyres calmed down, and he pulled his sleeve: “What do you know?”

King Chaman screamed coldly: "This is from the darkroom - specifically, it is the news that I should have heard in the darkroom. It is said that the Red Witch has been pursuing this matter for six years without paying the price. It was only half a year ago. ”

Thoughtful Taylor slowly repeats: "Six years."

The king nodded dignifiedly.

"Six years ago, Prince Morar returned to Longyan City from his fiefdom. In the Palace of the Spirit, he had a fierce quarrel with King Nunn - although King Nunn cleaned up a large part of the palace before his death. People, but there are still people living to prove this," King Chaman said here, with a strange light shining in his eyes, between contempt and disgust:

"A few days later, Morar left without saying goodbye."

Tyres’ eyes are condensed:

"From... what?"

"Yes, Tyres," King Chaman dismissed disdainfully: "A prince who bears the responsibility of a country, because he was beaten by his dear father, left home in a hurry!"

The prince took a second to digest the news, and then looked at King Chaman in a burning look.

"Can you imagine Nunn's expression at the time? His son irresponsibly left everything, including his identity, including the mission of the original star, disappearing overnight in Nunn, Longyan, or even the whole Outside of Exeter’s vision, in order to escape safely, he even deliberately leaked his itinerary to Pefitt as a cover – and that’s what happened later.”

"Moral Walton, the son of Nunn's waste," the King whispered and screamed with anger:

"He's the biggest shame of the Walton family for more than 600 years. Even if you searched through Exeter, you probably couldn't find a waste that was worse than him."

Oh my God……

a prince...

Leave everything behind you...

runaway?

I don't know why, in the mind of Taylors, another person suddenly appeared: decades ago, there was no such mature and charming Ms. Ginny, who was penniless and described her wolverines, but resolutely walked out of the family manor. Keep up with the prince's team and move towards an unknowable future.

The king took a few seconds to adjust his breathing and returned to his anger and resentment.

"Therefore, the innate king of the burnt head can only use a similar substitute to replace the star who left his home to send the stars - anyway, the prince as a symbol only needs to smile."

"We traced the information of the substitute. He was born in a small aristocratic family on the outskirts of Longyan. His ancestors had a blood relative with Walton. They were found by the White Blade Guards 18 years ago. From then on, they went to Longyan City to 'work'. Of course, in fact, it is trained to become a substitute for Prince Morar."

Just listen to King Chaman and continue to talk coldly:

"You know everything that happened later - Morar's substitute died in the stars. I guess Nunn was very surprised, but he took advantage of the situation and made a false decision. He looked for an anger to ask for compensation. Clean up the restless grandfathers."

Tyres tried to pull himself out of the shock that Moral gave him, and looked at the king with an unspeakable feeling.

"That's why I began to doubt the identity of the female grandfather: Nunn did not reason to leave a female grandfather while still having a son who could smash the former, from the terrible whirlpool that caused Longyan to fall into the battle of inheritance - Believe me, from the au theo of Weilan to the rose flowers of the Principality of Anlenzo, this is the most terrible disaster in the aristocratic family."

"Of course, his biggest surprise should be you, Thales, one who can save the dragon in the future, when Moraar disappears, when he is in a difficult diplomatic situation in Longyan City, when his power is fading and even surviving, The star prince of the gun family."

“A great tool.”

The king looked at Taylors intricately, as if the prince in front of him was an item.

"In this way, Nunn uses a pseudo-female female net to hold you and the stars, stabilizes the Walton family's rule in Longyan City, and let the Dragon Gun family survive the age of the natural king, while concealing from you. The biggest secret: Maybe one day, the Brisbane or the comet will welcome Moraar, who is tired of playing outside, and Longyan City returns to Walton’s hands, and the calculations of the stars are all lost.”

King Chaman ended his own words and looked at Taylors quietly.

Tyres said nothing, and when he frowned, he thought about it for nearly two minutes.

How could this be?

In front of his eyes, there is the back of King Nunn: the first king who is both heroic and old-fashioned, and turned back in his mind, revealing a sneer of shivering.

Nunn Walton.

He can boldly fight in front of the group, and he can use the poison without hesitation.

He can poison the young girl without changing his color, and he can carelessly put the family's inheritance on the hand of him and the little slippery head.

And now...

Nunn, the king of nature.

What kind of person are you?

"This is what you want to say?"

The second prince was so tired and tired: "Everything six years ago, the grievances of you and me - the conspiracy in the revival palace, the confrontation before the fortress, the disaster of the Dragon City... all originated from the willfulness of Morar Going out?"

"It's hard to believe, isn't it?" King Chaman sneered. "But the origin of everything is so ridiculous, ridiculous, funny, and unreasonable."

"You are in the north and have been trapped for a sly charge for six years..."

"I almost gambled on everything and almost lost everything..."

Every time I say a word, the hate in the eyes of King Chaman gathers a point.

"Aaron is a prisoner, Pfeiffer is twisted, and Exeter has even changed a king..."

"Since then, all the bloodshed, turbulence - all of this, all from a waste away from home!"

The king suppressed resentment and looked stunned. It seemed that the next second would be to eat.

The car was silent for a few seconds, as if they wanted them to remember the heavyness of the moment.

The prince gently closed his eyes and slowly opened:

"But what Nunn didn't think was that his nephew in the black sand collar had his surprise. When he just started to lay out, he first started the king's life and put on his own crown?"

"So, you will sit here and tell me these words." Taylor looked back to the king's eyes and calmed down, no wind and no waves.

In the carriage, King Chaman’s breathing gradually calmed down.

"Not just me, Tyres," King Chaman leaned back into the carriage and looked at him with both eyes: "And you."

Tyres narrowed his eyes.

"Don't forget, my crown is made by us together." The king said lightly.

Taylor sighed softly and then snorted.

"It’s still a groundless ghost," the prince snarled his forehead: "The death of Morar - everything is only the empty words you tell me."

"Yes, so my words stop here," King Chaman replied without hesitation: "But I believe that your heart has its own conclusions, and you have been here for six years, and the people and things in Longyan City are Be familiar with me, I can find the truth myself."

Taylors bowed his head and only felt tired of thinking.

Whether it is Moral's life and death, Selma's identity, or Nunn's calculations or Chaman's eyes, he has the illusion of a brain explosion.

It’s too much.

Really tired.

"Assuming this is true... So, I was deceived by a dead man and played for six years?"

The prince sneered a little and said, "This feeling is really strange."

On the opposite side of him, the king's face moved slightly.

"Only six years, it is good."

Taylors looked up: "What do you mean?"

But King Chaman just looked at him quietly, whispering coldly:

"Don't forget, whether it's the great publicity of Exeter's generations and the bold and unrestrained grandfathers, or the aristocrats of the Star Kingdom who are good at calculating and calculating..."

"Everyone is a star king who looks like a mediocrity and a weak, a dead man who has died for a hundred years..."

He said with emotion: "Cheat and play for more than a century."

The next moment, Tyres's eyes returned to Qingming, and he looked seriously at Chaman Rumba.

"What do you want, Rumba."

Finally, King Chaman leaned forward and slightly curled his mouth.

It seems that this dialogue has just begun.

"Lisban and the comet see the Palace of the Kings too tight, I can't get close to the girl, but you can," the king said with deep meaning: "You know what I want."

Tyres snorted.

"Ronnie and Lecco, as well as the guardian of the squad and the Cameron of the Glacier Sea, the joint condemnation of their four grandfathers is not good, is it?"

He shrugged his shoulders: "So you have tried your best to provoke the Freedom League and plan the position of Longyan City."

King Chaman nodded.

"I said that this is not a good job, and every grandfather is not an easy one," he said earnestly: "But if..."

But Tyres interrupted him.

"You know, you said in the Palace of the Spirit six years ago..."

"Everyone in your life is in the shackles of the battle between the king and the Grand Duke. You can't escape forever - and you want to break it."

The prince used a tone that the king had never seen before, seemingly emotional, and with a slight banter: "But I don't know why, what you are doing now always reminds me of Noon."

For a moment, Tyres saw King Chaman's hands tremble.

"Those who want to break the shackles, racking their brains to study the structure of the shackles, are fascinated by this escape game," Tyres whispered:

"Until one day, he discovered that the shackles on his body have grown into part of his body."

"He can't live without it anymore. He used to want to break the shackles."

Taylors sneered in subconsciously and asked the question of another king six years ago: "Don't you feel tired?"

"Still, the pain that the shackles give you, has made you feel that it has been heavy to you?"

King Chaman did not speak, his face was motionless in the dim carriage.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief and laughed.

He turned his gaze away, no longer paying attention to the unmoving King Chaman, and shook his head: "This reminds me, maybe he - Morar's choice to leave, just let him escape the shackle and be free from it. ”

Not like us.

Whether or not it will be found by Lombard, to some extent, Moral Walton, the wayward prince who left everything thousands of miles away, has moved away from the shackles given by the blood.

But...he himself? What about Tyres Comet?

When can he break free from this shackle?

At that moment, Taylor suddenly remembered the magician of the gas, remembering the hand he extended to himself.

But what followed was that in the Temple of the Moon, the view of Holm's Lord was like a warning.

King Chaman’s face sinks almost water.

"He didn't."

A few seconds later, the king bit the words from the teeth, clenching the fingers of the scabbard and gently pushing: "If you leave, you are not fleeing, and weak escape is not relief."

"But he will," King Chaman's words are getting lower and lower, and there are terrible meanings between the words:

"After we found him."

Tyres took a long breath and tried to drag his thoughts back from his emotions to the whirlpool.

"Moral, suppose he is still alive as you said..."

The prince forced the spirit and forced himself to look at the king: "Where is he going to be?"

Hearing this topic, King Chaman also recovered from anger and anger, and he tapped the sword:

"Only the last time, a person who matched the characteristics of Morar appeared on the south side of the Great Desert, near the Principality of Sera - we only found it here, there is the territory of the stars, and the dark room is difficult to penetrate."

"But we won't stop."

"We worked together to find Morar and then killed him, Tyres," King said:

"No matter who starts, let us put together this inexplicable threat, let Nun and he fool the world's jokes, go to hell."

King Chaman slowly approached his face: "Through this, I hope you understand, Tyres: In the seemingly calm Longyan City, who is a friend, who is an enemy, whoever treats you as a horrible For a while, whoever treats you as a puppet in a funny play."

Tyles bent his lips and imagined the prince's invisible name, and thought about the appearance of Brisbane and Nilailai.

"You think really well, two birds with one stone."

The prince shook his head and opened his arms, ignoring the image back to the carriage:

"But you know, I can still shout now, or simply reveal the truth in the car, then, your words, your secrets and your ideals..."

Taylors narrowed his eyes: "Just go to **** with you."

Chaman stared at him and had not looked away for a long time.

The temperature in the compartment seems to have dropped back to freezing point.

"I have a problem, Tyres."

I don't know how long it took, the King whispered: "Once the return of Morar, what will be waiting for your little girlfriend?"

Tyres is in a good mood.

"You know the answer."

"Is it a good-hearted Brisbane and a kind-hearted comet who will give her a commendation after the Morar reset, in recognition of her stability in the Longyan City when she was sitting in the Yingling Palace for six years as a female grandfather?" Contribution?"

The king sneered again and again:

"If Moral's things are true, then this secret will not be buried with my death, and one day, it will, with your enemies, fiercely counteract you, and counter the girl - this is The meaning of the choice you face today."

Tyres looked at Chaman without moving, his eyes were dull and his feelings were lacking.

select.

Another choice.

He clenched his fist.

The prince said coldly: "I can take it away and stand by and watch your game."

The king smiled.

"You will not."

"I know you, Tyres, you are different from many people."

Chaman’s chest shook his head in a confident way, his eyes were like a sword, pointing to the heart:

"As long as you have the ability, the spare power, and the conviction, you will not leave your hands, leave a **** behind you, watch the others cry in the cold, and then comfort yourself: this is The best choice is also the most realistic choice."

He reached out in the darkness and pointed out to the carriage, the highest place in the city of Longyan: "Otherwise, six years ago, you would not return to the Yingling Palace."

The more the fists of Tyres are pinched, the more they have to break their hands.

hateful.

He sighed exhaustedly in his heart.

No one in the carriage talked again, and the silence lasted for a long time.

It seems to be a century.

"If you have nothing else to say, then that's it," Tyres shook his head faintly:

"I'm tired."

"Of course," quietly watching his Chaman King nodded casually as if they were not enemies at all: "If... you know where to find me."

Tyres heard this and sneered:

"Not still willing to go?"

"You know, the storm will come, and the future of Longyan City will not be calm."

In that second, the king’s eyes became very subtle, and there was a meaning that was unclear.

"The people who are not willing to go are not me, Tyres," Chaman Rumba is intriguing in calm:

"As you said, the storm will come."

Tyres frowned, and he stood up in the throat and pressed his hand to the door.

"There is one more thing, Tyres."

Tyres, who was facing away from the king, stopped and turned his head slightly.

King Chaman turned his head and stared at him with a strange look.

"Under the six-year-old Broken Dragon Fortress, you dare to risk losing your life, but also to reverse the charge, and I have no gambling on the battlefield with no eyes on the sword."

"But six years later, in the peaceful Longyan City, you dare not put on the life of the female grandfather, do not dare to endure hard, and gamble with me on the hidden battlefield."

Taylors stunned.

Just listen to the king laughing: "Why, Tyres, is it better to make a decision in the **** situation of a thousand times than in a strange and indistinguishable situation? Or because of the life of others, when you face your own life, you More difficult to choose?"

Tyres bit his teeth and frowned.

That is different.

At that time, I and the people around me were in the dead, I can not hesitate to put on my life and fight for a few hopeless lives.

But today...

Selma...

"Or is it that in the six years of Longyan City, you become weak, hesitant, kind?" Chaman whispered.

Taylor maintains the position of holding the door and his face is serious.

"We are different, Rumba," the second prince did not turn his head, still facing Chaman, he said coldly: "You are a ruthless gambler."

King Chaman plucks his eyebrows:

"how about you?"

"What are you?"

This time, Tyres did not hesitate, he pushed the door open and did not return to the carriage.

"Be careful, Tyres," the king's voice faintly behind him: "When the enemy smells your weakness..."

boom!

Tyres did not hesitate to close the door and keep the words behind him in the carriage.

He has heard enough today.

No need to shake your mood again.

not to mention……

weakness……

The prince remembered the horror of the black prophet and his heart was tight.

In the carriage, Chaman’s eyes looked at the door of the stolen complex and looked down at his scabbard. It seemed that he did not care to say the latter sentence:

"...they won't let go."

These four days of breaking are used in the previous revision. If you are interested, you may wish to go back and download the previous chapters.

(End of this chapter)