"What? How could this happen! " He is tall, dressed in kimonos, dressed as a warrior, and has never left yizang with a long knife at his waist. Exclaimed, "Sheila. Why did your father give this guy the wild hound you built? "

"Hum!" Sheila snorted coldly, and her face became more and more gloomy. The reason why he is so hostile to Dong Zhuo is precisely because in the afternoon, Minister Ernest asked him to hand over the leadership of the wild hound to Dong Zhuo. Try to see if you can pull Dong Zhuo into your own camp.

After all, Dong Zhuo was the third general who was canonized by the emperor. Can't a newly canonized general be idle at home?

With the reputation of smelly streets in the Empire, what we can really attract is a twisted guy like Estes, or some people who are greedy for power. If Dong Zhuo is really laid off, who will join the Empire in the future?

Ernest is cruel, but he is not a fool. He knows exactly what is best for him.

Although the current arrangement seems to harm his son's interests. But if we can take this to pull Dong Zhuo into our own camp. Then it's definitely worth it.

"Leave him alone. He'd better not be against us, get involved in the affairs of wild hounds and be a sign. Otherwise, let's just try how capable this' general 'is! " There was a thick reluctance in Sheila's eyes.

"Ah! This... This is so happy! " While others were discussing how to face Dong Zhuo, the immediate boss and direct manager. Kosmia, who looked like a coyote, clasped her fingers in front of her and looked very excited. Looking at Dong Zhuo's look, I really want to swallow it. The saliva is running down.

After minister Ernest announced the imperial acceptance of Dong Zhuo, the banquet seemed to enter the high Dynasty stage.

Some dignitaries who thought they had enough status came to Dong Zhuo to greet him from time to time.

"It seems that Ernest is really willing to sacrifice money in order to win you over!" After seeing off a greeting count again. Estes said as he replaced Dong Zhuo's empty glass.

"Really?" Shaking the red wine in his hand, Dong Zhuo glanced at Ernest, who was eating and drinking not far away“ Are you envious? Let's exchange. I hear you're forming a hunting army. Just give me the hunter and you can lead this wild hound! "

"Ha ha..." Estes laughed. Shook his head without hesitation“ That won't work! Do you know who founded the wild hound? "

"Of course I know. Isn't that the son of minister Ernest, the guy named Sheila? "

Dong Zhuo's answer stunned Estes. He asked in surprise, "how do you know? Do you know that guy? But you do look alike. That guy is also an asshole who wants to fuck when he sees a beautiful girl! "

"Oh? So he once hit your attention? " Dong Zhuo asked curiously.

"Hum!" With a cold hum, Estes said proudly, "with him? It's just a waste. I also want to hit my attention. "

At this point, esteston stopped. Looking at Dong Zhuo's eyes, a burst of water mist suddenly appeared“ Do you think everyone has your strength? "

"You mean, you follow whoever has strong strength?" Dong Zhuo asked Estes playfully.

"Of course!" Estes said in a natural tone, "the weak are naturally dominated by the strong, aren't they? If someone stronger than you takes me away from you, of course I will follow the stronger. "

Dong Zhuo has no doubt that Estes is absolutely committed to this point. Her three views are basically the same as those of mental patients. The difference is that ordinary mental patients don't have her strength. Normal people can't understand her wild jungle law world view.

Although Dong Zhuo doesn't think there is anything wrong with Estes's idea. But that doesn't mean he can tolerate Estes.

With a sneer, Dong Zhuo stuck it to Estess's ear and said in a deep voice, "you have no chance to betray me! Remember what I left on you? "

"What's left?" Estes was not moved at all, as if he didn't hear the threat in Dong Zhuo's words. Jiao said with a smile, "do you mean those seeds?"

As he spoke, Estes reached out and touched his lower abdomen.

"You..." Dong Zhuo was angry and smiled by the cheeky guy Estes.

Ordinary girls, let alone speak such words themselves, will blush even if they hear them from other people. It's like aisdes, who doesn't care at all, and even can speak out and tease Dong Zhuo.

"Yes!" Estes suddenly seemed to react to something. Pondered: "can't you? Why have we done it so many times that there is no movement in my stomach! "

Pop!

A crisp sound came.

The noise around Dong Zhuo and Estes was suddenly quiet.

The guy who saw Dong Zhuo's action just now turned his head in a panic and pretended to be nothing.

"Asshole... Asshole. You... How dare you...! " Estes wanted to rush up and bite Dong Zhuo hard;

"This is only a slight punishment!" He glanced at Estes with disapproval. Dong Zhuo said indifferently.

"Hum!" Unwilling to hum, Estes wisely didn't answer. If you keep pestering, you'll be unlucky.

"Well, let's go! This kind of party is really boring! " Put down the crystal goblet in his hand, Dong Zhuo naturally took hold of Estes's slender waist. Walk towards the door.

"Leave now? Don't you say hello to Ernest? " Estes hesitated and suggested to Dong Zhuo.

"That's not necessary!" He interrupted Estes with a wave. When he was about to reach the door of the banquet hall, Dong Zhuo suddenly turned around and looked at the dark corner of the hall. Then he left minister Ernest's residence with a big step and took a carriage to the general's house of Estes.

Until Dong Zhuo left for a long time, in the corner of the banquet hall. Sheila and others were sweating and gasping in shock.

"Good... Terrible eyes!" Yizang's hand holding the knife trembled constantly, his other hand slowly wiped the cold sweat on his cheek and gulped down a mouthful of saliva. It looks like the rest of life.

The rest of the people, and his reaction is almost the same, even Sheila herself is sweating and haunted.

"Xi... Lord Sheila!" The burning heart trembled and said, "we... Do we really want to be right with this guy?"

Sheila lowered her head and looked at her trembling hands; not to utter a single word.

Kosmia, who was still eyeing Dong Zhuo, now dared not say a word. Her eyes on the bridge of her nose became crooked because of the lubrication of sweat, but she didn't dare to stretch out her hand to push it