Chapter 340 His eyes

"Haha, of course I am not dead."

Hickser took a cane and walked hard toward them. He smiled: "You forgot, we are living in the tent - I will live long."

Grivo made a disgusting expression of "believing that you have a ghost."

"As for you, Drew," Hicksher kept his usual smile, glanced at the already stunned Thales, and then looked back at Grivo in the wheelchair, his eyes missing. I made a turn on my legs:

"I can see that you have been 'skinny' a lot... Little hedgehog, I really miss the years when we ate sand in the desert..."

This sentence is not bad: the restrained Tyles and the Kevin of the car are unified.

Little hedgehog?

What little hedgehog? Who is the little hedgehog?

Grivo twisted his body in a wheelchair and coughed unnaturally:

"Cough, it’s good..."

But Hicksser’s seemingly emotional words continue: “I still remember that you were forced to be in the tent with those ridiculous women...”

At that moment, Grivo's face turned into pig liver color.

Only the night can cover up one or two.

Before the other two admired and doubted eyes were transferred to him, Grivo interrupted Hicks's laughter and laughter: "Shut up, shut up, shut up! Old guy!"

Hicks shrugged.

Grive stared at him ugly, breathing and thinking about something.

"Kevin, thank you for sending him over. Now, you have to go a little further..."

Grivo’s words seemed to be unsafe, indicating that he had another one-eyed whisper and whispered: “That, you don’t want to hear anything that knows what will be killed by me?”

Kevin shuddered.

He looked at the boy who was dying in his boss's arms and squeezed a smile that was both frightening and strange: "Good... boss."

Today, he re-recognized the owner of Grivo.

No, no, no, Kevin shook his head. It should be said that it is the boss of the shield area and the hammer area. From the domineering every move to the special sexual interest, it is full of the style of the leader.

After Kevin walked away, Grivo spit out a sigh of relief.

The veteran looked at Hicks uncomfortably:

"Very good, old crow, since you are in Longyan City, very good, I am coming to treat... as long as I am on my site, you are sure..."

"but……"

Grivo's expression changed, and the words turned sharply. He said, "You **** is not allowed to mention the past... not a word!"

He looks very serious.

Tyres listened with suspicion to the conversation between the two.

But he has already guessed something. At this time, he would rather remain silent.

Give everything to Hicks.

"Really? What a pity," Hicks sighed. It seems very pity, screaming again and again: "Those precious years can not be easily forgotten. In the cage of the gods, we are lost as slaves and dignity, and you swallow blood and fight with a personal or non-human opponent." Grab the last bitter stinky food, the day when you bite your teeth..."

"until……"

Grivo’s face changed again.

"Hey, I am really fucking..." He closed his eyes in pain and annoyance, opening his mouth in disgust:

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"I can't mention it again!"

Hicks nodded with a smile, put his hands on the crutches, and coughed.

Gryvo made sure that he saw that Hickser stopped talking, and slowly spit out a breath, as if he had avoided the great danger, and shook his hand on the tales: "Okay, say you want I said something, I am still rushing to make a fortune..."

Gryvo said that the words came to an abrupt end.

The veteran frowned, his eyes no longer struggling, and Thales, who was trying to recover, turned around.

Then look at the new Hicks.

Hicks still took the mysterious smile and looked at him quietly: "So, Grivo, I want to ask you for a favor."

Grivo's expression was frozen on his face.

In the next second, Tyres only felt a loose body: he was released by Grivo.

"Fuck, old crow," the veteran looked at the hostages incredulously, and looked at the old friend: "You are not on the rise, only to meet me in this weird place."

Thales fell to the ground and only felt that the limbs that had been hypoxic for a long time were so weak.

"This kid, not because of coincidence, suddenly popped out."

In the face of Grivor's inquisitive question, Hicker smiled in agreement.

He shook his head:

"of course not."

He took a cane and walked slowly.

"Yes, I want to ask you to help him," Hicks's expression slowly became serious: "Please, under the heavy checkpoints, send the Prince of Tells secretly and safely out of the Dragon City and send it to the designated Go to the place."

"Grivo."

"In the current Longyan City, this is only you can do."

The three fell into silence.

Taylor lifted his arms from the ground and stood up hard, revealing a rare smile tonight.

Knew it.

The connector that Putila said...

It is Hicks.

He, no, they are common, highly respected teachers.

"It's you, teacher." In accordance with Ptelle's embarrassment, Thales showed a friendly and grateful smile to Hicks.

"Sorry, I didn't say goodbye to you before."

Hicker also smiled and squinted in a playful manner. The eyeballs behind the monocle flashed back and forth: "It’s too late."

Taylors laughed and daggered.

That being said, what Putil said is that the doorstep of the trustee’s secret prince’s secret out of the city is...

"No way!"

Grivo’s rude voice rang again.

Tyres looked at the veterans in front of his eyes with doubts.

I saw Grivo's expression irritated, shortness of breath, and he stared at the old crow in front of him: "Look at the past friendship, I ask you to eat anything, no problem... but this thing?"

Grivo pointed to Teres in a desperate manner: "This is not a 'busy', it is a big trouble!"

Tyres picked an eyebrow.

"I sent this prince out of town, once it was discovered..."

"But they can't find it, are they?" Hicker interrupted him with a smile: "Like the past, we are very good at running - whether it's a cage or a barren tent."

A singer in the heart of Tyres: the ridiculous.

And... deserted?

Grivo seemed to be stunned. He twitched for a few seconds, and finally waved his hand: "Don't mention it before... Also, this is not a problem of discovery or not."

The veteran turned to Hicks, and his face was unhappy: "The risk of this incident is too great, involving the lives and deaths of so many people under my hands - you know that if the comet knows, how will he repair the shield? He will forget. The Brisbane, and the rotten people in the Order Hall, are the bad waters full of belly..."

Every time Grivo said, the old Hicks nodded slightly.

It’s like listening to him talking about troubles.

Grivo dissatisfiedly snorted: "You don't know, after the Nunn hangs up, what is the Longyan City chaos... You know, once I fall, what will be waiting for my brothers to end? ”

"This is a broken thing, I just want to be farther away..."

Tyres coughed: "You just wanted to take me for a bounty..."

Grivo looked stiff, and he was stunned and stared at Taylors: "Shut up! Fuck!"

He turned his head again and said to Hicker: "Help him? Is it a star? No way."

"No big friendship can be done!" Grivo's last tone was unmistakable.

Hicks sighed, but did not say anything.

The scene was cold again.

After a few seconds.

"If you talk about it here, the old crow," Gryvo snorted and said to Tyresnu: "Look at your face, I will not take him to the rewards - take him to find Others, the farther away from me, the better."

"I have never seen you."

Tyres looks a little.

what?

Hicks's eyebrows slowly gathered, and the thin hands on the crutches trembled slightly.

But then he opened his eyebrows.

"Well, Grivo," Hicksher reappeared with a smile: "Before I left, I only asked you to do another thing."

Gryvo's eyes widened, his head tilted, and a look like "How do you want to be": "Hey, I said you..."

"Hey," Hick's expression changed instantly, only to see him shook his head in tears: "You know, I sometimes dream back at midnight, remembering that we used to be in the squirrel tribe..."

Grivo’s expression changed again.

"Good..." Grivo asked him to interrupt him.

"There is a fart," the veteran stared at the old crow in pain, then looked away and waved his hand at himself: "I will pass through the pit and accidentally take a breath."

Hickser renewed his satisfaction with a smile.

He nodded and whispered: "Look at his eyes."

This is an export, whether it is Tyles or Grivo.

"What?" This is a wheelchair veteran who blinks and can't figure it out.

"Who's the eyes?" This is the same doubt of Tyres.

Hicks took a deep breath.

He stepped forward and the smile on his face slowly disappeared. Instead, it was rare and cold and harsh.

"Drew Grivo, I saw that in the past, I have been treating thousands of times in the cage of the gods and saving you from the dying," Hicks said in a word: "Look carefully at the child's eyes."

Hearing this sentence, the first person to hold is Teres.

mine……

eye?

and many more.

Wait, etc... In this world, more than one person has told him about his eyes...

"Well," it may be that Hickser's rare stern role played. In short, after a few seconds of confusion, Grivo was still soft, and he pushed the wheelchair and reluctantly approached Tyres.

"Snapped!"

Still thinking of the pain in the doubts of the shoulders of the shoulders, Grivola came to the front.

The prince looked up and saw Grimaud's vicious monologue without accident.

This reminds him of the Duke of the One-eyed Dragon in the Stars, Gustad Nantes, in the hall of the stars, he is far more aggressive than the veterans in front of him.

Grivo still looked uncomfortable, but under the harsh eyes of Hicks, he was close to Tyres, squinting his eyes, and in the dim moonlight, he looked at the prince's eyes.

Tyles was staring at him quite uncomfortably. He coughed and tried to keep his eyes open.

The prince took a deep breath and didn't know what Hicker was doing, but he still chose to believe the teacher.

Just like Gilbert is jealous.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

At that moment, Tells saw something unexpectedly:

Grivo’s expression changed.

The unhappiness and disdain on his face have disappeared.

Left behind, only horror and surprise.

This made Taylor's heart move.

The veteran turned his head violently: "put the lamp..."

But before he finished speaking, Hicks seemed to know what he wanted, and picked up a burning torch from the ground and threw it to Grivo.

Gryvo frowned and looked at Hicks.

He waved his torch and made it burn more vigorously, close to Tyres.

The heat and glare of the flame allowed Taylors to shrink back, but Grivo firmly grasped him.

"Don't move, child."

By the fire, Grivo once again looked at the eyes of Tyres. This time, his expression became more and more serious and more and more unbelievable:

"Don't blink."

Taylors clearly saw that as the observation deepened, Grivo's expression changed subtly.

From surprise to hesitation, from hesitation to Muran, from Muran to excitement, from excitement and fall back to stun.

The other side's brows trembled, and the monologues were full of complex emotions: tangled and painful, moved and relieved, repentance and regret, sadness and jealousy.

Taylors was shocked.

how……

Time seems to have passed for a long time.

Finally, Grivo slowly removed the torch and lowered his head deeply.

In the darkness that no one saw, Grivo pounced on the ground and held the wheelchair, as if he had lost all his strength in an instant.

He snorted and his voice seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, slightly blurred: "Impossible."

Hickser with a cane sighed slightly: "Do you understand?"

Tyres turned to the old crow with suspicion, but he could only see emotion and despair on his face.

The prince opened his mind subconsciously: "What happened? My eyes..."

"Do not!"

The veteran in the wheelchair interrupted him.

"No," Grivo still hung his head, but his voice began to tremble, intermittently, to a much greater extent than when he just roared: "No, no, no..."

He held the torch in his right hand and held the arm of the wheelchair with his left hand, his shoulders undulating.

Hicks shook his head and said, "You see the color of his eyes."

Grivo raised his head sharply!

Taylor looked at his face in surprise: the veteran squinted at the monocular, like a detective who had just discovered the cruel truth, shaking his head incredulously.

The prince touched his eyelids. He looked at Hicks and looked at Grivo.

An inexplicable panic spread spread to my heart.

They all know something.

only me.

Only I don't know.

"No," Grivor trembled, monocularly mammoth, while violently breathing, while biting his teeth: "This is just a coincidence... This kind of person may not be much, but there must be, even you only need paint..."

"Thales!"

Tyres was a spurt and turned to Hicks: "Hicker teacher?"

The old crow who interrupted the veteran snorted:

"My friend may be superb, but he doesn't care much about the high politics of neighboring countries..."

His words are dull and have no ups and downs.

It’s a lively and interesting dance against Hick’s daily teaching.

"So can you bother to tell him," Hicks did not look at any of them, but stared firmly at his cane:

"What is your full name?"

full name?

Taylors was born!

He knows.

He confirmed that they are all tangled, what is it.

That is……

The night returned to silence.

Only the torches in Grivo's hands are still burning.

"Tells," Taylors replied subconsciously, his eyes staying on the apparently abnormal Gryvo: "My, my full name is..."

"Tells Thuran, 婕拉娜凯瑟尔璨星."

Hey!

The torch fell to the ground and rolled into the pool of blood next to it, struggling weakly.

Grivo was sitting in a wheelchair, and the only remaining eyes looked at the same tales.

His right hand is still in midair, retaining his grip.

But he is still motionless.

It seems to be living in a dream.

Grivo whispered openly.

"This is impossible."

It was once rude and ugly, and it sounded as if it came from the distant mountains, gentle and calm.

It is like a dream that is afraid of disturbing someone.

Hicks slowly evoked a tired and sincere smile.

"Yes, Drew."

The old crow slowly raised his head, and the meaning in his eyes was complicated and far-reaching:

"This is the son of Miss Thoran."

"It's her blood."

Nourish.

With the last muffled sound, under the infiltration of blood and water, the torch that was swaying on the ground was finally completely extinguished.

I would like to pay tribute to the Harry Potter series.

Also by the way, commemorate George Bataille's "The Story of the Eyes."

That's right, three more!

(Stars Eyes) praise, tickets, rewards, and those who are vying to rob and no sword, handsome and beautiful, to give a monkey without a sword, let me see your hand! By a shameless sword

(End of this chapter)