Chapter 121: 120 Washing the floor, still supporting

Chapter 121: 120 Washing the floor, still supporting

Chapter 121 120. Washing the ground or supporting

I have no national sentiments towards Temeria, my lord.

Lan Ens title was respectful, but it was completely in contrast to him now, holding the earls face with one hand, as if dragging a dead dog.

So whether you really work hard and endure humiliation for this country? I dont care at all.

The Count's pampered body was struggling hard, and his twisting feet scattered the stones on the expensive cobblestone road.

But none of these actions could slow down Lan En's pace at all.

The eyes looking out from between the fingers seem to know where this road will lead.

Count Stesa suddenly screamed uncontrollably.

What are you going to do?! Where are you taking me?! Go to hell, you mutant bastard! Wow!

This road is the road leading to the gate of the manor.

The Count's scream was interrupted by a sudden increase in the grip on his face.

Where to go?

Lan En asked back.

The road has reached the end, and the gate of the manor stands in front of Lan En.

This door is made of solid wood with an iron edge. It is four meters high and ten centimeters thick!

Normally, when the earl opened the door and went out, two soldiers would have to push it with all their strength just to open the door.

Now, Lan opened the bolt on the inside of the manor's door and pressed the Earl's head against the solid wood-clad iron door panel.

Actually, I think what you said just now is very reasonable. There must be a spirit of contract in life. So, in this game

Youre about to go out of bounds.

Looking through Lan En's fingers, Stassa's two eyeballs seemed to pop out of their sockets because they were so frightened.

No! You cant do this! I didnt...uhhhh!

Pushing the door open with one hand, the human screams were particularly harsh amidst the creaking sound of the door opening.

Lan En could clearly feel that the roughly spherical bone structure on his hand was on the verge of collapse, just like Count Stesa's mind.

The door was slowly opened, and the human screams became louder and louder.

Finally, when the door opened, a ray of light from the outside world emerged from the crack of the door.

Lan's expression was expressionless as he pronounced the game's verdict.

Now, you are officially out of bounds.

Son of a bitch.

The arm holding the door in front of Stasa with one hand was slightly retracted, and then after a short period of energy accumulation, he directly pressed his head and hit the door!

Bang!

It feels like a ripe watermelon that has been smashed to the ground.

Sir, sir!

The commander hesitated, wondering whether he should go up and call the door directly. After all, there were no screams in the manor now, and there was dead silence.

No matter how you look at it, its all over.

Behind him, a subordinate tugged at the corner of his armor.

The commander turned back impatiently, and then looked down at his feet along with the nervous and frightened eyes of his men.

His eyes suddenly widened, and he lifted his feet suddenly as if he was frightened.

The movement of lifting the foot caused a "crash" sound.

That was a layer of blood that had reached the bottom of the boots!

The blood overflowing from the crack of the manor gate!

The commander's actions made the men he brought also notice the blood flowing under their feet.

The location of the manor is the brightest part of the trading area.

But this group of officers and soldiers seemed to feel that they were in the temple area in the middle of the night.

Shadows are eroding the light, and in that darkness, visible and invisible monsters are already hungry and thirsty.

The troops were in unstoppable commotion.

Because the situation in front of me really does not conform to any common sense of everyone here.

The gate of the manor made a muffled "dong" sound amid this tense commotion.

Then it suddenly opened up.

A strong and tall figure, dragging a "person" on his hand? Walked out alone.

Are you here to find him?

Stepping on the blood, the man with shining eyes calmly approached the security forces.

With a raised hand, the 'thing' that could vaguely be seen wearing gorgeous clothes rolled down to the feet of the security force commander like a puddle of mud.

The dull eyes squeezed out of their sockets hung on his face, facing the commander.

Are you washing the ground, or are you supporting?

The man who threw the corpse tilted his head and asked, and then stretched his hand to the hilt of the sword behind his back.

The commander looked at his feet for a long time before he was shocked to realize that this was the powerful Earl.

Suddenly, he instinctively drew his sword and ordered his men to rush forward.

But before he could put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, four hands stretched out from both sides and firmly held his arms.

The two men on both sides murmured in his ears in a tone like a frightened child.

Sir, sir! He is alone!

Usually, this sentence is usually followed by "Don't be afraid, let's go together."

But today, the fool also knew that this was definitely not what the soldier meant.

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