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"I don't care who is the president." Yongye Ark said.

Such a statement is not wise, after all, the neutral side not only means the target of the two sides, but also the enemy of the two camps.

But Sean could not express his attitude, because he expected that his conflict with Nietzsche would be made public in the future, so from this moment onwards, all his speeches will be remembered by those who care. He can neither reveal his inclinations or even his intentions early, nor make potential future allies doubt his position.

Forced to make a statement, it can only be neutral.

"Is that so?" A somewhat unfamiliar, hoarse voice sounded, like the voice of a demon swaying in the cave, "I heard that Mr. Ark went a long way with 'that detective' when he was still in the Sea of ​​Shimmering Light. close.

"Everyone here knows Arthur Merlin's position. Presumably Mr. Ark should support Phillips, but he doesn't want to express his position to us."

The half-holy, half-degenerate mask of Sally's Remnant Wing looked at himself. Sean admits that just looking at each other is a test.

Under the mask, Sean's expression did not change. It is well known in the industry that Sea of ​​Shimmer and Arthur Merlin have an intersection, and it is understandable if someone infers that he is a Filipino. However, as long as he doesn't admit it, his true thoughts are still up in the air for others.

"You can find more clues to speculate on my position, I have no opinion." The ark exudes a firm glimmer in the ocean.

Where Sean stared, the moon surface was gently spinning, like a bottomless abyss.

"Okay everyone," the lady's voice was like a thawed spring breeze when the atmosphere was a little grim, "we seem to be talking about too many serious things—this is supposed to be a relaxing place, isn't it?"

The kings seemed to agree very much with what the Brilliant Finale said, and the posture that was leaning forward or a little tense was relaxed.

"I'm still thinking about these things..." Red Dragon stood up, "It seems that I need more drinks."

The atmosphere loosened up, as if a cyclone that was about to cause disaster dissipated.

Sean got up and walked to the bar and asked for a soda.

"You don't drink?" The Red Dragon had already drank the fourth glass of whiskey, and his voice sounded frowning, as if he couldn't understand the choice of the Ark of the Night.

Sean has made up his mind to stay away from alcohol since the last time he was beaten by the crazy godhead of the **** of wine, Philipdis.

He knew that Philipides was still wandering in the most prosperous place in this modern era.

If the next time I meet the main godhead of Dionysus, I am still obsessed with alcoholic beverages... Sean can't think of any more ways to die.

So, he gritted his teeth in his heart and said, "Yes. I once suffered a loss because of what was in the cup, so I decided not to drink anymore."

The red dragon shrugged: "Okay. I think I will drink until the day I lose." He walked to the long table with the wine.

Sean wanted to be quiet for a while, so he sat alone at the bar and stared at the stage.

The waltz on stage was over, and two ghost dancers with blurred faces stepped off the stage. The follow spot lights came on, and the next performer made Sean's pupils narrow.

The guy seemed to be soaked in dark green, his suit was still dripping wet, and his face wet with rain under the crumpled top hat kept a weird smile, and the long-handled umbrella that he hung on his arm Sean still remembers —A long time ago, he was pierced by the tip of the umbrella, and the viciousness on it made him still have some phantom pains.

Tom in the rain. The guy from New Testament urban legends. He was also "invited" to perform on the stage of the King's Club.

Including the previous pair of waltz dancers, these murderous spirits don't really give their performances to others. The reason why he is here should be that he was captured by a King class before and forced them to perform in some way. This weird stage is also a declaration of King-level power.

In the rain, Tom stood dumbfounded on the stage, holding the broken long-handled umbrella with his blue-veined hand. Under the stage, the band in the shadows began to play a cheerful tap dance song. The dancers, who were originally stiff, seemed to be driven by some force and began to tap dance.

Kick, kick, kick! Tom's leather shoes rattled loudly on the stage, and although his face still had that weird smile on his face as always, those eyes were clearly engulfed in rage and madness. He didn't want to dance, he just wanted to kill all the living things here. However, the music from the audience made him dance...

The spiritual world of the evil spirit is extremely distorted, and now with anger, it is difficult for Sean to imagine what is happening in that poor soul.

It's hard to appreciate such a performance, Sean frowned slightly.

bang. There was a muffled sound of thunder from the glass dome far above the stage—the rain was falling heavily in the New Covenant. There are countless raindrops visiting on the glass, and they tap the sky, making a fine sound. Countless rain flowers bloomed on the Hudson River, and the undead at the bottom of the river only felt that the heavenly spirit was covered with numbness. On the scattered streets, people raised dark shields towards the sky and walked in a hurry. There will also be magical moments on rainy nights in New York City. People once said that there was a violent dark green figure on the streets of heavy rain, so that people wanted to go home early on rainy nights.

Kick, kick~lightnovelpub.net~ Tom's withered eyelids rolled up, his body danced to himself, but his eyes seemed to be glued to the glass sky.

A large amount of rainwater is stored in the grooves along the arc of the sky, and the drainage pipes perform their work diligently. Unfortunately, the spring rain is so abundant that the swarming raindrops have exceeded the design peak of the drainage grooves. The rain seeped through the gaps in the glass sky, like a child who was too naughty, he must turn over the window to come in and watch the fun.

The first drop of rain dripped from the edge of the sky, slid through the air for a second, and shattered in a corner of the stage.

The second drop of rain fell on the shoulders of the shaking pianist.

The third drop, the fourth drop...

Sean Dickinson's brows furrowed. He clearly remembered that in the rain, when Tom was not in contact with the rain, he was only a Jack-level target.

However, when he encounters the rain, the dangerous level will be close to the King level.

He turned his head and saw that the other seven colleagues didn't seem to care about what was happening on stage.

No, you can't let Tom get out of control, or something unexpected will happen. As soon as Sean made up his mind, he extended the spiritual substance to block the rain.

But at this time, there was a little reflection in the air directly above Tom, and a drop of rain was falling on Tom's hat in the rain.

bad! Sean stood up immediately.

On the stage, the dancer who was forced to dance finally stopped his pace. The band also seemed to notice something strange, and the music came to an abrupt end.

The slightly numb Kings finally turned their heads.

They saw Tom standing still on the stage.

He lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly, and let out a silent laugh.

Then, he slowly raised his head, the drenched smile under the brim of his hat, even if the explorer saw it, his heart would be chilled.

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