Violet and the Thorn Bird

Carl carried Belle and went out for a walk. The father and daughter strolled along the way. The streets that collapsed a few days ago have begun to be rebuilt.

"A big brothel has collapsed, and a lot of money is needed to rebuild it." Gal rubbed his chin, "I really feel sorry for them."

"Borg should pay for this." Fitch, who jumped down from the ruins, glanced at Gal and touched the saber around his waist, "You should pay!"

"Put your hands down, I'm just taking the baby for a walk." Gal raised Belle, "Why should Borg pay? Half of this is Tabor's credit, to be reasonable, it's not about us in the first place thing."

"This is not the place for you to come." Fitch stood five meters away from Gal, "Bastards are not welcome here. If you hadn't rushed in, Tabor wouldn't have done it."

"I'm sick of you guys saying that word all the time," Gal said. "His name is Borg, please don't make me repeat it."

Fitch stepped on a stone, surrounded by people from Violet, so he said very provocatively, "I just want to call him a bastard, and he is a bastard."

"Okay, great, very courageous." Gal smiled and pulled his sleeves down, "You carrot skin! I'm going to beat you into tomato juice! You better hope your brother makes it in time! Damn it! "

Forgive the Demon King for his lack of cursing vocabulary, because it is an unprecedented experience for him to scold people.

Belle made an encouraging "puff puff" sound.

"Really, come on, come here now." Fitch sneered, "You little dwarf! Are you an adult kid? Look at your skinny..."

Fitch was suddenly lifted up. Before he could react when his feet were off the ground, he flipped in the air and was thrown to the ground by Gal, causing his speech to stop.

"Continue your speech." Gal held Fitch's left ankle and dragged him across the ground like a sundry object, "Short? Yes, I'm not really tall, but I like my size very much, you Any more comments? I hate repeating repeating repeating to fools!"

Fei Qi was thrown so that his stomach turned, and he scratched the ground and wanted to spit it out, "Stop...stop! I am...I..."

"Stop?" Gal imitated Borg's coldness, "You sound like you like it, let's continue."

Fitch's sword was still in its sheath, and he felt his whole back wailing, and the gravity of the fall made him overwhelmed.

"What are you doing!" The guard hastily drew his sword, "Stop! Wanted criminal!"

"I'm educating the kids." Gal dragged Fitch and lifted him up, "Don't bother me! You vomited blood? Swallow it! It's not easy to wash your robes with blood on them. Listen, don't underestimate strangers, I want to fight You've been a long time! We won't lose money, you should ask Tabor, ask your brother, slug! Crybaby! Tomato juice! Stop calling Borg bastard, it's annoying and boring, call him by his name, you Do you hear me clearly? If I hear you call him that again next time, I'll smash you into meatloaf, mix it with hot sauce and eat it, and I'm serious!"

Fitch was hanging upside down in the air, really about to throw up.He was struggling, and suddenly saw something, and shouted, "Brother! This guy hijacked me!"

"You are not worth hijacking." Gal threw him out directly, "Hey, hello, Tabor."

Tabor glanced at Fitch and looked at Gall, "You are more courageous than Borg, maybe that's why you can be together? A pair of desperadoes."

"We're together for so many reasons." Gal hugged the cub back, "Do I look like an outlaw? I've always thought I looked good. You want the Borg to pay? That's impossible, we won't Pay a gold coin for it, because it's not his fault."

"Who can expect the robbers who speak out of reason to take responsibility." Tabor picked up the violet badge that Fitch dropped from the ground with a clean hand, and wiped off the dust. "You are a cancer of the kingdom, and I will not let you pass through here."

"But you can't kill Borg," Gall said. "It's better to let him go and leave the trouble to others. Unless you want to trap him forever."

"Forever." Tabor raised his head, "He won't live that long."

He really looks like Xia Ge, but without Xia Ge's hooliganism, he becomes serious and serious, and his speech speed will not be too fluctuating.Gal thought he was very tasteful, very masculine.

"Usually when people say 'damn', the opponent won't die. You're cursing him like that and he doesn't die. He looks good. I hope he lives to be two hundred years old, maybe even longer." Gall said, "He Healthy and strong."

"The strongest people in this world die first," Tabor said.

"Like Shagog," Gall said, "Is it?"

"There are too many examples." Tabor frowned slightly, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm just going for a walk. Relax, I said relax, you've been holding your sharp weapon, you're too vigilant." Gal took out a candy from his pocket and stuffed it to the impatient Belle, "By the way, ask matter."

"You want to get information from me." Tabor said sharply, "or analyze weaknesses."

"I'm not interested in you, and I don't want to pick you up at all, so don't talk about researching weaknesses, this kind of approach is too old-fashioned." Gal said, "I just want to know, how many puppet warlocks have you raised here? A little suggestion from you, no matter how long you have been raising it, it is best to stop immediately, these guys seem to be frantically looking for a strong body. Don't try to manipulate them, that is their strong point, they will bite back, continue to do nothing to your people benefit."

"You mean the Alliance of Warlocks." Tabor gradually loosened his thumb, "We never deal with warlocks."

"...Is that so?" Gal thought thoughtfully, "Then you'd better put some of your vigilance on your back."

"It's old-fashioned to sow discord," Tabor said. "Didn't Borg tell you our principles?"

"He probably forgot to mention it," Gal said. "I'm kind of curious."

"Never betray, never compromise." Tabor put Fitch's badge back in his pocket, "We are violets, and we will never turn our swords behind us. Winter is coming, and you should consider how to live here. Don't think that Tong Make it foolproof, the world is changing rapidly.”

"We'll be leaving soon." Gal carried Belle on his shoulders, "To be honest, your city gate looks solid, but it can be broken with a single punch...it's too thin. Let's go Belle, we should I'm going back to find you..."

"What the hell are you trying to say to me?" Tabor said. "Stranger."

"Watch your Dawnblade and watch your back," Gal said. "Son of Shago, your greatest enemy will never be the Borg."

"You're trying to excuse him." Tabor turned his head, "Don't think that your words can shake my determination to guard you."

"As you please," Gall said, "I don't care what fools do, that's all my kindness. If you insist on keeping your eyes on the Borg. All I can say is that it's useless, you can't kill him .”

"I can," Tabor said. "I can do it anytime."

"You can't do it." Gal turned his head, his green eyes were calm, "I said, I'm here, no one can kill him."

With the wind blowing through his fingers under the sun, Tabor clenched the handle of the knife tightly.

Clearly aware of the chill in the wind.

Gal returned to the hotel with a bag full of candy, so sweet that Berger could smell it even across the table.

"Brush your teeth before going to bed," Borg warned.

"Then you have to remind me." Gal flipped through the book he borrowed from Fanny, "This story is very bizarre, can the devil breathe fire? Not at all, that's what dragons should do, and I feel like opening your mouth Spitting fire is silly, what if you have bad breath?"

"You should read some other books. Is there no one in the abyss to tell stories?" Borg was handling the accounts of the mercenary group so that he could offer a price for cooperation.

"Forget it, do you think the abyss is very lively?" Gal squeezed the candy wrapper, "The throne is built too high, and there will be no one else sitting on it. Unless everyone comes to a meeting, I will be alone."

"Sounds bad," Borg said. "What are you doing?"

"Playing with birds," Gal replied.

"Huh—?" Borg raised his head with complicated eyes.

"Playing—thorn bird." Gal propped his face, shaking his fingers with candy wrappers in front of his eyes, "To put it bluntly, I'm still playing with myself, it's boring. You can't raise your head more, I'm also boring sitting here .”

"Maybe I can play with you." Borg said seriously, "Playing with birds?"

"..." Gal withdrew his hand.

"Where's Sean? There's also the Snake Man." Borg looked down at the account again, "You can ask the banshee to sing for you."

"They prefer to sing for Sean, the damned heartthrob who drives the girls crazy. Snake people rarely leave the Forest of Magic, and it's hard for them to walk through Lost Canyon because the road is so potholed, It will hurt their scales. It is very hot near the abyss, and the buttocks will become hot after being on the throne for a long time. Ino will occasionally fly to play with me. It is a good boy with a gentle temperament. Although it is a dragon, it also I’m very afraid of heat.” Gal’s eyes were squinted by the sun, “I rarely bask in the sun like this, it’s a bit difficult for me to go out.”

"It's up to you there," Borg said. "Let them fix the throne up to the sun."

"How many people do you think there are in the abyss?" Gall said, "Only me. I'm too lazy to do it."

Borg stopped again, and he looked at Gal, "Xiago said that the abyss is dangerous, and monsters are rampant."

"He's a liar." Gal leaned down and looked at Borg, "And the abyss is not up to me."

"You're the devil," Borg said.

"I'm the devil." Gal said disgustedly, "the devil is not a real god, don't listen to Fanny, it's all stories. If I were a real god, I should live in the land of gods, where there are the most beautiful goddesses. I am the devil , I only belong to the abyss."

"There is a mistake here." Borg raised his head slightly, "You belong to me. Did you go to see Taber this morning to praise him for his 'taste'?"

"It's a warning, warn him to stay away from you." Gal laughed, "Since you are also my prey, then you should only belong to me. Hunting games are the coolest two people play, what do you think?"

"Excellent." Borg looked at him. "Just you and me."

"Bite each other." Gall bared his little fangs at Borg. "I want to do many things with you."

"We have a lot of things we can do." Borg's pen rested between Gal's lips. "Whether the game ends or not, we can do anything at any time. You are tempting me again, Gal."

"Accidentally," Gal said unapologetically, "you don't seem to be in love, maybe I should teach you about 'being in love'. Have you ever been in love? Whether it's a girl or a boy .Poor Borg, always mistaking competitiveness for..."

Borg leaned down and kissed him.

"Your heart is beating fast." Borg licked the corner of his lips as he left, "Do you still need to teach me, Mr. Gal?"

Gal lowered his head, raised his hand after a long while, and pointed the newly learned middle finger at Borgby.

The ears are all red.