Baozi sincerely felt the ticket;

"You know, Lord Tiranarant is the chief of the city guards in Kyoto, and we all belong to him." The middle-aged nobleman looked miserable and took a long breath. It seems that it took all of my strength to make it clear. "What he wants us to do, what we have to do. He has been paying attention to all the shops of the Tipati family, saying that there is an important spherical treasure, and we don't know what it is. We have smashed three Tipati family shops a few days ago, this is the last one! I think it should be here!"

"It's a pity! It would be nice if Tirnarant came in person." The fat man shook his head coldly. He whispered back to the guard with his hands low. "Except for the people of the Tipati family, the others are not left, all are extinguished!" Blood poured out of the crushed trachea, revealing a lifeless sag, and a dozen guards started to work together. After a while, except for the waitress curled up in the corner, it was rectified. The store is no longer alive, the bright red blood is muddy, the messy seats are piled up, and dozens of corpses lie on the ground

"Ah! This... this is Tipatiluth coming down the stairs with a small baggage, and everything that frightened him was beyond words. The baggage in his hands fell down the stairs. The box of "Blood Golden Egg"

"Come on, we don't have much time!" The fat man slightly shook his head to the stupid Tipatiluth, waved his hand to let the guards behind him take the sword back into the scabbard, and his face was calm like water. Indifferent teenager in the scenery. Instead of standing in the pool of blood that corpses ran across the ground. The brutal iron soldiers ordered the brutal just now.

"Yes, yes!" Tipati Luther ran down the stairs, picked up the parcel with one hand, waved at the green girl and several waitresses with the other, and shouted "Eileen" Parfin in her mouth. Ling Lin. Hurry, hurry up, go with me immediately"

The fat man put several people in the Tipati family on the carriage of two nobles, followed by several guards, and disappeared on the South Street

"Uncle, where are we going?" Tipati Irene sat nervously on the carriage. This is the first time she rides a noble carriage, scarlet soft carpet, and valuable carriage accessories make her feel an unspeakable excitement. Although he knew that his ancestors were once high-ranking high-ranking nobles, but what? The time is too far away, like the generation of Tipati Irene, has long been ineligible to ride the carriage marked by the nobility

"Going to the South" Tipati Tiruser watched his niece's jerky performance, straightened the cuffs on his body, straightened his chest and straightened his waist, trying to make himself look more aristocratic, rather than the little boss in the shop,

"Southern?" Tipati Irene is a smart girl, and naturally will not satisfy this answer. Ask again, "Where are we going to the south? What about the stores in Kyoto?"

Tipati Luther said cautiously, "We go to the business capital of Zhivading, I am a big man now, what is the industry of this little laugh in Kyoto! Our Tipati family is destined to return to glory again! "

"Big man? The nobles! Uncle Luther. You really are so sure you have no illusions!" Tipati Irene's face was slightly worried, and her uncle danced in front of her like an excited patient in the light, even though the family had fallen. Every generation of Tipati people still has the dream of returning to glory in their hearts. The Tipati Luther in front of them reminds Irene of her dead father who still mutters "glory" in his serious illness.

"You don't believe me!" Tipatilucer looked at the niece's distrustful eyes and couldn't help feeling annoyed. "You see what this is?" Putting a piece of sandpaper mysteriously on Tipati Irene In front of it, there is a striking thorn coat of arms

"Thorn thorn coat of arms!" Tipati Irene's eyes were rounded, and she quickly held her finger to her almost screaming mouth, her eyes staring deadly, without blinking, it seemed that the mysterious heraldic pattern had enchanting charm

"Blooming thorn flowers! Governor Samor's family crest!"

The clever Tipati Irene knew very well what it meant if he shouted on Kyoto Street. Only since Samor’s embargo in March, under the encouragement of the aristocracy, the anti-Samor voices have become higher and higher. If he really yelled out a "thorn coat of arms", he might be invited by the Kyoto City Guard, generally There is no possibility of coming back. It is said that the city guard officer has hatred with Samor!

"Yes! You have no dazzle; have you seen the fat man? This is his!" Tipati Luther raised his head proudly, whispering to Tipati Tirin, and riding his eyes out of the window while riding The fat man winked

"You said he was Tipati Irene and felt that his head was blank. The stupid fat man who embarrassed himself just now is the most mysterious Governor Samor in the legend, oh. God! Tipati Irene's breath was quick. The appearance of Li Caicai's fatal decision in the shop fruit appeared again in her mind.

A golden beam of light shone into the dark hall, and Tirnarant stood up from the seat of the hall. The long darkness made his face pale. No one knows how he escaped from the siege of the Samoan army,

Only he himself knows what it is like to crawl through a black hole with no fingers for two days, the unspeakable **** and fear. It looks dark with no exit. The pain that his hands and feet could not stretch for a long time almost made Tirnarant collapse.

But he survived, but also left a lot of sequelae, because when he climbed out of the pipe, his eyes were stabbed by the recommended sun, and Tirnarant got glaucoma. He saw strong light in normal days, and he couldn’t face the wind. ~lightnovelpub.net~ Otherwise, tears will tingle,

All the subordinates knew that their chief was a blind mouse, and would only stay in the dark hall forever. When he went out, he would ride in a tightly packed carriage. But the means are spicy, they call him "the dark rat"

Tirnarant stretched his neck, and the damp weather in the hall made him feel like a mouse living underground, never seeing the sun. Every time I think about this, a fat figure flashes in Tirnarant’s mind

"Falcon Marquis Dustan!" Tirnarant's face was ugly, and his eyes looked at the large raindrops outside the door. He turned around with a grudge, his fingers clenched and shelved,

"Adult, all the people who went to the Tipati family are dead!" A person in charge of South Street in Kyoto hurried in with a panicked look.

"What!" Tirnarant turned around with a terrifying expression, his terrifying eyes flashing a dreadful red light, and his voice was cold and bitter. "What about that, what about that?"

"No, I don't know!" The person in charge of South Street was soaked in rain, but the big sweat on his head ran down. Everyone knows that this new boss is not only cruel to the enemy, but also to himself. Soft hands,