Ireland has never met a guy who treated him so arrogantly. Just about to struggle, he accidentally touched his injured arm, tears dripped from his nose, and he said with a ferocious expression, "You bastard, you know that this young master is Who? The Augustine family will not let you go, I will chop you up and throw you into the sea to feed the fish."
"I know who you are." Rozel said in a fearless voice, "but this has nothing to do with me, as long as you promise me not to pester Master anymore, I will stop this pain."
He lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the blond boy on the ground, with a cold and indifferent arc drawn at the end of his eyes. There was a touch of dark blue in the deep eyes, calm and unwavering, but people couldn't help but look away for no reason.
Ireland couldn't help but feel a shudder behind him. He had never seen such a weird guy. He obviously didn't put on any threatening expression or tone, but it made him feel dangerous.
But wouldn't it be ridiculous for Augustine's heir to lower his profile like this
So Ireland bit her lip, stared at him and said, "Give up, I won't give in."
Seeing his pale face, Shen Mubai couldn't bear it, just as he was about to take a step forward, he was stopped by the black-haired man, "Excuse me for being rude, can you promise me a request?"
"What?" She looked up.
"Give me a minute, please." Rozel opened his lips, his facial lines were profound and graceful, and when he lowered his head, the arc without dead ends reflected the most perfect posture.
Shen Mubai looked at Ireland.
The other party was also looking at her, with tears in his eyes, but he pursed his lips stubbornly, arousing pity.
Ah, so guilty.
Shen Mubai suppressed the sympathy in his heart, forcibly turned his face away, and nodded.
Ireland looked at her in disbelief, a hurt look on his face.
Seeing the girl's answer, Rozel lowered his eyes slightly. No one could clearly see the expression in his eyes. Then he turned his head and looked at Ireland again, "You can think about what I said."
Ireland was furious, and although he was sweating from the pain, he still refused to give in.
Hmph, it's only a minute, as long as he survives, this guy will have nothing to do with him.
But over time, Ireland's face became paper white, and even her lips began to take on the color.
He moved his body helplessly, but what he got in return was even more tearing pain.
No, he has to persevere and not be looked down upon by Luo Nai.
But it hurts too much.
How could the young master who lived well in food and clothing suffer this kind of pain? Even if his father asked him to train with him, he never suffered from such pain.
Tears were streaming down my eyes, and my nose started to fall.
The Irish young master was full of embarrassment, and finally cried reluctantly, "I...I promise you that you will not pester Harriman Loney again."
"I'm very glad to hear your answer." The black-haired man who looked like a devil replied, and then leaned slightly.
With a click.
Ireland found that his arm was intact again, and he wiped his nose and tears, only to feel ashamed as never before.
Finally, he said to the girl angrily, "Harry Manlonai, I remember the two of you, I will wait for this young master."
Shen Mubai sighed, feeling annoyed and funny.
This brat, it's fine if he wants to take advantage of her, but he won't admit defeat after that.
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