"Miss? Why are you back..." Pudding's face was full of consternation and panic. At the moment of Brogrand's death, his only daughter, Bobby, who was originally practicing at the War Academy, ran away. Came back.
"Oh, the training at the War Academy was too boring and tedious, so I took a leave and came back to be lazy for a few days. What about the old immortality?" Bobby said casually, as if she was not referring to her father. But an insignificant passerby.
No, it's a bit worse than the attitude of passers-by. At least no one would use an insulting term like'old undead' to passers-by who they don't know.
"Master he..." Pudding hesitated.
"Is he dead?" Bobby grabbed the sledgehammer in his hand impatiently.
"Hmm..." Pudding turned away and said in a low voice.
Bobby's petite body trembled suddenly. She looked at Pudding and found that there were still a few tears on Pudding's face, obviously not in disguise.
And Pudding is no better than her. In Pudding's mind, Brogrand is an indefeasible existence. Pudding cannot fabricate Brogrand's death for no reason.
It seemed that the old guy who hated her was finally dead.
"Is that so?" Poppy just responded casually, but he couldn't see any ups and downs on his face.
It's as if the dead person is not at all as casual as her dad.
"You are going too far, right?" Lu Chuan said at this time.
In the game, Lu Chuan likes a character like Bobby, maybe because her small body can resist a huge hammer, maybe there is some belief driving her behind it
But Bobby in this Valoran Continent seemed like a stone-hearted, even if he heard the news of his father's death, he was still calm and indifferent.
"Who are you? What am I doing with you?" Bobby glanced at Lu Chuan displeasedly, and raised the hammer in his hand. "What? Do you want to fight?"
Fearing that Lu Chuan and Poppy would fight, Pudding hurriedly pulled Lu Chuan's sleeve behind and said softly to Lu Chuan, "The conflict between the lady and the master has not been resolved, so there is a bit of resentment towards the master in her heart, but the lady is not so cold-blooded. Ruthless people, please don't mind adults."
"Huh." Lu Chuan snorted, no longer worrying about Bobby, but turned to look at Pudding, "You can rest at home, and I will search near the Demacia Mountains now. Maybe if you are lucky, If I can run into that guy, I will avenge you."
After a pause, Lu Chuan said slowly, "If you wait for Demacia to send someone over to pick you up into the palace, don't go there. If they push you tight, you will say that I didn't let you go. They will naturally not stop you when the time comes."
Pudding is now seriously injured and needs to stay in bed. At this time, if he is tossed and tossed by the soldiers on Demacia's side, I am afraid he will not live long.
Although this little girl didn't deal with him at first, her pure and clear heart touched Lu Chuan.
Just when Lu Chuan was about to walk out of the door, Bobby put the sledgehammer across the door.
"Hey, take me one."
Lu Chuan just glanced at Bobby slightly, moved her sledgehammer away, and walked out of the door.
"Are you despising me?" Bobby asked behind Lu Chuan.
Lu Chuan paused, "A person who doesn't even care about his father's life or death is not worth my time to waste time talking nonsense with her."
Let's just say, Lu Chuan never stayed anymore, opened up the wind and headed towards the Demacia Mountains.
Bobby looked at Luchuan's back, as if she was making some decision in her heart. After a while, she picked up the sledgehammer and glanced at Pudding, "Where did the old immortal die?"
"In the dense forest on the main road to the east, the man who killed the master fled to the Demacia Mountains." Pudding hurriedly replied.
"Recover well." After leaving a word, Bobby picked up the sledgehammer and walked out of the courtyard.
Pudding was startled slightly, and then murmured in a low voice, "Master, you don't have to blame yourself too much. Your daughter doesn't seem to hate you as much as you imagined..."
[I almost gave up this book because my grades are so bad. I almost have to sit in front of the computer for a day at four or five shifts every day, but I can’t even get a month’s rent, let alone food, but Seeing that you are all eagerly waiting for the update, I feel a little guilty at the end, so let's grit your teeth and write it down, but the daily update may not be as much as before. One or two shifts a day, the end is to make a living. After all, people have to eat when they are alive. Only when they are full can they have the strength to write a book. I hope everyone will understand. 】