"Well, I’m also looking forward to the day when your head will be cut off." Dreius laughed and was very satisfied with Chen Senran’s colorful words. "Goodbye then." He walked leisurely to the door without worrying that Chen Senran would suddenly explode at this moment.
"Don’t send" Chen Senran propped up his head and looked at Dreius’s departure direction. I remembered the appointment with Galen for Demacia … What a good starting point.
The door was hit. Dreius just wanted to go out, but a man in a hat rushed in from the heavy rain. He sideways let the strange man look at him doubtfully and then walked into the rainy night.
"Oh, oh, it seems that there are other guests today." The guy who rushed in from the heavy rain is naturally a twist. He brushed the rain and sat down opposite Chen Senran honestly.
"What’s up?" Chen Senran saw twist face some impatiently say that I didn’t expect to be really right by this guy, and I really changed my mind.
"I’m here to talk about how we get along. I bet you’ve changed your mind now?" Drizzt some satisfiedly played his black hat.
"God" Chen Senran was silent for a while. Although Drizzt was a bit annoying … He was really a powerful character … and it didn’t seem bad.
"The so-called" twist shrugged his shoulders but didn’t go.
"You have something else to do?"
"I can’t drink?" Drizzt smiled. "Oh, yes, I really remember one thing. If you go to Chengdong Circus now, there is a wonderful performance."
East circus …
"What do you mean?" Chen Senran turned the glass in his hand, the clown …
"Little Sensen … he just said …" Little Annie, who has been paying attention here, suddenly remembered the poor brothers and sisters when she heard the word East Circus. "Is something wrong with that clown and his sister?"
"Don’t look at me, I want to know." Drizzt glanced at Chen Senran and little Annie and shook his head. "The bartender gave me a cup of crimson blood."
"Small dense …" Little Annie pulled Chen Senran sleeves.
Looking at the little girl’s miserable eyes, Chen Senran couldn’t help but sigh and got up and took a black umbrella from the corner and walked out.
"You’re not allowed to go" pushed the door and Chen Senran stopped him from wanting to follow Little Annie’s wonderful performance … It wouldn’t be anything good because he couldn’t let Little Annie see that it might be bloody and dirty.
"Small dense …"
This time, Chen Senran looked at the little girl’s cry and went straight out of the pub. The little girl snorted angrily, but she didn’t follow after all. She watched the big black umbrella disappear into the rain curtain.
The cruel story is still on.
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First, it is a bit difficult to write about the clown transformation.
The following plot may be a little unbearable, but I have to write it like that or I will write that I want to create the role of clown.
I’m sorry for putting up with readers. Skip it.
Page 11 The sweetest taste in memory
It’s raining hard
Heath ledger lay motionless in the muddy soil like a dead dog. His body stopped twitching, but he didn’t have the strength to pick up the dagger in front of him again. He didn’t want to get up again and fell asleep until he died.
In the silent rainy night, the men’s rough breathing and harsh laughter accompanied by the thin girl’s almost unspeakable groans shot through every corner of Heath Ledger like sharp arrows. He wanted to block his ears, but he didn’t want to listen, but he couldn’t lift his hand, so those hellish noises kept zooming in and out in his head …
It’s like he’s been put his head on his limbs and watched those wolves ravage his sister’s thin body like sapphire. She seems to be still shouting "Brother …"
"Brother …"
"Brother …"
"Ah … ahem …" Heath Ledger roared until his voice was hoarse. He looked straight at the dark night and muttered, "I really am an unlucky person … Hum, ha, ha, ha, ha …"
Heath ledger buried his whole face in the mud with a sullen smile, which was like a lonely ghost crying alone on a rainy night.
"Snapping-"
"Snapping-"
There are deep footsteps coming from not far away.
Heath ledger suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.
A man with a black umbrella is walking slowly towards him.
"Help … help me … help me …" Heath Ledger screamed for help from his hoarse throat.
The man holding an umbrella didn’t seem to hear him call for help, but he walked slowly for ten minutes before he came to him.
"It’s you …" Heath Ledger recognized the face, the hateful sermon guy. "Please …"
Chen Senran didn’t speak, but crouched down and looked at Heath Ledger’s face covered with mud and oil, and then shook his head.
"Why don’t you help me?" Heath ledger wanted to roar, but his throat was dumb and he couldn’t make a big noise.
"What can I do to help you?" Chen Senran looked down at Heath Ledger in a condescending manner as if he were looking at a lost dog. "Why don’t you help yourself? You have the ability, Heath Ledger. What are you afraid of?"
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?