Dirk sat down on a chair with an ugly face.
He is in a terrible mood now, if he can, he wants to destroy something!
He didn't move, and neither did the blood race around him.
At one point, the atmosphere was so depressing that it seemed that they were not in a bright room, but in a depressing coffin.
The blood family cares about the blood of the family. After all, thousands of years of loneliness have taught them to cherish their family members.
Because other than that, they really have nothing.
This is the curse, the curse of the blood that the gods poured on them!
No one in the room spoke. After a long time, the silent Dirk looked up at Johnson and sneered, "Oh, Secret Party!"
Johnson was a little helpless: "Dirk, listen to me..."
Dirk was almost irritable: "My son died in country Z, your territory, you let me listen to you? Listen to what you say? Tell me about the process of my son's death?"
"Calm down!" Johnson frowned: "My son has been with Ye Yunxi longer than your son, don't you think about why Jia Side died?"
"Heh, don't educate me with the style of your secret party!"
Johnson sighed, Nima couldn't make sense!
The Demon Party and the Secret Party have always been at odds because of their different beliefs. What would he say about Tong Deke now
At the end of the thought, he could only say: "Listen to me, don't fight that woman hard, you can't fight her!"
Dirk stood up slowly: "Oh, I won't let her go, no!"
After finishing speaking, he looked at Cappadocia and said, "Let's go!"
"Dirk!"
Johnson chased him out, but the middle-aged man had turned into a bat and disappeared into the sky without a sound.
Geez, how could this happen
Johnson looked back at his son in the seat.
"Maya, you..."
Maya raised her hand: "Don't worry, Dad, Yeyunxi has a clear love and hate, she is a friend, as long as she doesn't do anything wrong to her, no matter who she is, she will always recognize this friend."
"Okay..." Johnson rubbed his brows, "Thank God."
As a race exiled by the gods, it is really ridiculous to say thank God now.
But despite this, people should have a belief in life, and now, this is their belief.
After everyone dispersed, country Z returned to calm.
At the international airport, Dirk got off the taxi and stood at the gate of the airport.
On the opposite side of the road stood a woman from the Yan Kingdom. She was well dressed and wore a pair of oversized sunglasses. When she saw Dirk looking over, she took off her glasses with a smile and said hello to the man: "Hello, Mr. Earl."
Dirk frowned, then left Cappadocia and walked across the road to the woman.
"Zhou Miaoyin, my son's mistress, what's the matter with you?"
Zhou Miaoyin smiled and said, "Do you want revenge?"
The middle-aged gentleman stared at Zhou Miaoyin indifferently.
The woman was not afraid, but smiled slightly: "Do you need cooperation? No one knows better than me about the affairs of the Yan Kingdom and the Sword of the Empire."
The middle-aged gentleman finally moved his indifferent eyes, and said arrogantly: "Yes, I hope you can realize my wish as soon as possible!"
After finishing speaking, the middle-aged gentleman turned around, took Cappadocia really into the airport, and boarded the plane back home.
Zhou Miaoyin hooked the corners of her mouth, sneered, put on her big sunglasses again, and followed into the airport.
She is going back home too!
Ye Yunxi's blood has been obtained, it's time to return to China to do the next thing!