Chapter 627

Iceberg snow lotus.

Greene used to think of the word when he saw it, even when he thought of his master.

He felt that only the flower demon could be worthy of the word for hundreds of millions of women in the world.

She has an angelic face and a devil like figure, and can be indifferent to anything.

In particular, the kind of pride and indescribable charm emanating from her bones are as high as a Tianshan snow lotus, so that all men who see her can't help but prostrate on the ground and worship her with their hands folded. They are willing to be driven by her. Even if they die, they don't need any reason.

But now, when he stands behind the flower demon and sees her holding a family meeting as the head of the flower family, any order can determine the fate of many people. Gerald and others are obedient, but they have no pride after nodding (after all, he is the most trusted person of the flower demon), and they are at a loss.

And the disgust that frightened him.

He, unexpectedly, began to hate his idol. He once vowed to protect his master even if he died.

Greene knew that he had this feeling about the flower demon, and not only his loyalty was used by her -- as the confidant of the master, it was normal to go through fire and water for her, not to mention being used by her as a chess piece?

The main thing is to see his position in the heart of the flower demon: Master, just treat him as a fool.

Or simply say: just because he is stupid and loyal, he can be regarded as a confidant by the flower demon.

Greene didn't like this feeling very much. He thought of an old Chinese saying: if you treat me as a national scholar, I will repay it as a national scholar. (from the biographies of historical records assassins, if the monarch treats me as a national pillar, I will make a contribution for him as a pillar of going abroad.)

Only such a monarch can obtain Greene's absolute loyalty, rather than using trust, honor and wealth to buy off his loyalty.

Looking at Gerrard and others nodding and looking loyal, Greene suddenly felt very funny.

Of course he could see that the loyalty of these people was pretended.

Gerald and others helped the flower demon to calculate the flower cold night, naturally because they got enough benefits.

Without enough benefits, Gerrard seems to have no reason to support the flower demon as the master.

It seems that only he is the smartest -- when a touch of irony floated on Greene's mouth, he thought of the man: Fang Yuan.

When he woke up at midnight and found that Fang Yuan left without saying goodbye, Greene was still very angry and cursed him with the most vicious words... But after he found out something, he knew that everything Fang Yuan did was justified.

When Greene took out the sketch from seventeen years, Fang Yuan saw that it was a trap for Hua Lengxi. She wanted to use him to help him eradicate her enemies.

It's very simple: since Hua Xiaoyao got this sketch representing her great disaster as early as her thirteenth birthday, she has no reason not to layout in advance.

At least, she would not be easily imprisoned by Hua Lengxi, but had already started, or smeared oil under her feet and left.

Knowing that she would be imprisoned after the death of the old clan leader, she only sent Greene to escape from the flower family ahead of time with the "power staff" of the flower family leader as her amulet to make Hua Lengxi afraid to hurt her.

Even if she trusted Greene incomparably, how could she give him such an important thing instead of holding it in her own hands and bargaining with Hua Lengxi and others?

Based on this, Fang Yuan knew that there was nothing important in the envelope protected by Greene's life. Before leaving, he put the envelope back in his pocket.

In order to prove that he did not misjudge, Fang Yuan stole the island after midnight.

The island's strict defense that all professional grave robbers can't surpass is a small game without difficulty in Fangyuan's view. He doesn't bother to show off. How did he break through those defenses, hide not far from Gerald and others, and listen to what they said.

At most, he was unwilling to be used by a woman. Only then did he put down Gerrard and others, which gave Hua Lengxi a way to live.

Fang Yuan thinks that it's better for Hua Lengxi to live than to die -- well, I believe many people have heard that Hua Lengxi once said that he owed Fang Yuan a love before leaving the island and would repay it twice sooner or later.

Fang Yuan likes the love that others owe him, whether before or after amnesia.

The feeling that others owe themselves is much better than that of others.

In order to remind a little woman not to treat him as a fool, Fang Yuan swaggered to the ancestral temple of the flower family. After a long time of ink in it, he left without a trace.

After thinking about this, and then thinking of Gerald's anger after talking about someone urinating behind the ancestral hall of the flower family, Greene wanted to laugh.

So he laughed.

"Are you laughing at me? In fact, it's silly and naive?"

Master, it seems that there will never be any fluctuating sound from grinde's ear.

"Ah, ah?"

Greene was shocked and looked up quickly before he found that the conference room was empty.

Gerrard and others don't know when they have left. Only he and the flower demon are left at the scene.

The flower demon leaned against the table, stroked the edge of the table with his left hand and carried the train with his right hand, so he looked at him quietly.

She wore a milky white dress, which hung on her shoulders like a waterfall of silver hair. Her charming and clean face looked like it had not changed for thousands of years, so people couldn't see whether she was happy or angry.

"I, I didn't."

Grinde only looked at the flower demon and quickly lowered his head.

"You have."

The flower demon said faintly, "I can detect it."

In the past, when listening to the master's whine, he always put a "what" on the end, Greene felt that this was the sound of nature.

But when she left the island, she didn't seem to use this ending.

It seems that when she is angry, nervous or afraid, she will forget the ending.

Only when the overall situation is in hand, can she say so, showing her innocence and purity.

Greene suddenly thought of Xia Xiaoyun -- as early as in Northeast China, the girl who dared to love and hate once said to the flower demon: your voice is so cheap!

He dare not say that the voice of the flower demon when talking like this is so cheap.

"There are some things you really don't know. In fact, I don't want to do this. I really like him. "

The flower demon didn't press grinde any more. His long eyelashes fell down and said softly, "grinde, go, I'll take care of your family for you."

Without waiting for Greene to say anything, the flower demon turned around, carried the train in both hands, and went away with his clothes floating.

She had seen that my respect and loyalty were compromised, so she wanted to drive me away.

But I was not allowed to take my family away, naturally because I knew too much about her. She didn't want me to talk nonsense outside -- ha ha.

Greene couldn't help learning from the flower demon. When he smiled in his heart, he found that he had come to the street.

He didn't even know how he came here.

I only know that I have become a lost dog since then.

Well, if a lost dog is fake, he can't go back to his home and can't meet his relatives.

If he dares to go against the master's will and steal home to take his family far away -- no matter how fast he uses, he can't escape from the city.

The flower demon who can turn the four brothers of Hua Lengxi around. It's absolutely easy to kill him.

But will the flower demon really let him go?

He knows too much.

After a person who is no longer loyal and respectful to the master is driven away, even if his family is still under the master's control, he may say what the master doesn't want to hear.

Flower demon, it's not true to let him go.

He has to die.

Only the dead can keep all the secrets they know.

For the sake of his loyalty for so many years, the flower demon didn't personally order someone to kill him, but wanted him to end his once proud life in a very decent way of suicide (anyone who becomes the absolute confidant of the flower demon will be proud.)

Let Greene commit suicide in a dignified way, which is a gift he has served for the flower demon for so many years.

If he doesn't want to die, the flower demon can only send him to heaven.

A decent way to die, how to die?

After slowly figuring out all this, Greene stood on the street and looked around blankly, looking for a decent way to die.

Creak -- with the sudden screeching brake sound, there was a frightened and even angry roar of dogs, which sounded from Greene, who looked up at the platform of a building: "cone -- woof, woof!"

Subconsciously, he quickly half turned and looked down.

I saw a black Chevrolet car, which had stopped half a meter from his side. A yellow haired dog jumped out from under the wheel, hid behind him, turned over cold fangs and barked at the car.

How could there be such an ugly local dog in this metropolis?

Glancing at the dog, when Greene instinctively floated the idea, he made up for the scene he didn't see just now: the local dog must have missed the traffic lights when crossing the road and was almost hit by the car.

Fortunately, the driver was good enough to turn the steering wheel and let the car stick to the roadside, so he didn't cause any accident.

So is the dog. You crossed the road without looking at the traffic lights and almost barked at the car after the accident. Did you ignore you?

Don't you know that this is a world of the jungle. Only you are a dog. Whether it's a noble dog or a loyal running dog, if the strong want to kill you, you can only accept the tragic fate?

Alas, it's good that you haven't been killed. Call a hair and get out of here -- Greene sighed gently in his heart, raised his foot and kicked the dog gently on the hind leg to remind him: run quickly, oh, no, run the dog, so as not to annoy the driver by barking and jump down with a big wrench to break your head.

Grass, good. Why are you kicking my leg?

Grinde felt that he must have scolded him when he kicked the dog kindly, but it suddenly turned back and growled at him.

For everyone's sake, Greene didn't intend to argue with him. He even smiled friendly, put his hands in his pockets and walked down the sidewalk.

Just now he was optimistic about the paradise of the building diagonally opposite the road. It was enough for him to fly down from it and die before he felt the pain.

With a bang, as soon as Greene took two steps, he saw the door of the black Chevrolet open, and a young man in black sportswear jumped down from it and jumped at the local dog.

Really, do you know why I kicked you now?

Grinde smiled again and turned to look at the dog, but the tip of his eyebrows suddenly picked up: the young man was holding not a big wrench, but a pistol.