Chapter 114 You Scolded My Dog, Still Want to Run?

Jason frowned and looked at the angry son of the Duke of Yanbao, and walked in front of him.

Then……

puff.

The other party laughed.

Denise looked at the son of the Archduke 'Swallow Castle' and looked at a fool.

If you're not a fool, how can you go from being angry to...

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happy?

wrong.

Should be ecstatic.

What is the other party happy about?

Denise was puzzled.

Denise didn't know, but Jason could guess a little.

Time to go to the German Orthopedic guy.

Jason silently stared at the son of Duke Yanbao.

Denise also looked at each other.

Under the gazes of the two, the son of the Grand Duke 'Yanbao' finally came to his senses, the son of the Grand Duke quickly restrained the ecstasy on his face, and then turned into an angry look again.

"How dare you not marry my sister!"

The other roared.

The roar fell, and involuntarily, he added in a low voice:

"It's really nice."

Immediately, Denise confirmed that this was a fool.

Jason?

He didn't even want to look at each other.

"wrong!"

"wrong!"

"Why don't you marry my gentle, virtuous, beautiful, generous, kind-hearted sister?"

The prince's son shook his head very quickly,

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questioned Jason.

It seems that such a question is not convincing enough.

Immediately pointed to Denise, who was eating meat and bones to watch the play.

"Are you the same as your cousin?"

"Everyone likes this kind of woman who is like a rice bucket."

"Apart from being able to eat, what else can she compare to my sister?"

The prince's son roared vigorously.

It seems that if you don't roar like this, it is not enough to represent your anger at the moment.

Denise, who was pointed at it, looked blank.

It's not my business?

Denise picked up another meat bone and stuffed it into her mouth.

Lots of meat and juicy.

Really delicious.

On the other hand, Jason stood up and looked at the prince's son seriously and seriously.

His own dog, he beat himself.

other people?

Don't talk about hitting, you say my dog ​​is not good, although my dog ​​won't bite you, but as the owner, I think I need to have a "good" communication with you.

"What are you going to do?"

The son of the grand duke, who was startled by the sudden seriousness and seriousness of Jason, couldn't help but take a step back.

Especially after sensing the sharp aura on Jason's body, the son of the grand duke couldn't help but tremble.

Am I right?

No.

Is it normal language?

Did I hit his pain point?

The prince's son thought.

Jason spoke bluntly.

"I am very interested in the swordsmanship of 'Yanbao', but I have practiced it several times, but I haven't gotten started. I think I am lacking a person who is familiar with the swordsmanship of 'Yanbao' as a sparring partner."

"I don't know, is Lord Carat willing?"

"It doesn't matter your status, don't you want to show your sister your bravery as a brother?"

Jason looked at the Archduke's Son.

There was obvious hesitation on the other side's face at first.

The other party was concerned about his identity.

Also worry about the current situation.

However, it is good to mention the other's sister.

Such hesitation disappeared in an instant.

"Come to fight!"

With a low voice, the son of the grand duke took hold of the hilt of the sword.

A very understanding person.

Jason thought, and then said again:

"fighting?"

"Do not!"

"We were just having a friendly exchange."

"So, I don't need the sword weapons that I am good at."

As Jason said, he pulled out the wide-bladed short-handled machete.

"Just use it."

"My first time using it."

"It's a bit hand-made, but I'll keep my strength."

Jason said solemnly.

The Grand Duke's son didn't say anything, just nodded.

As we all know, 'Golden Griffin' Gerald is good at swordsmanship.

At this moment, instead of swordsmanship, use a knife.

Obviously, this is showing mercy.

Immediately, the son of the grand duke felt a little guilty for his reckless words before, but it was impossible for him to apologize directly to Denise.

After all, in the eyes of the grand duke's son, Denise was always a small town girl.

And he?

The son of the dignified grand duke.

The same is true even if the current defender of 'Fort Swallow' is the Seaport Defence Force.

call.

The son of the Duke of Yanbao took a deep breath. Then, he just shouted:

"start!"

As soon as he started, the son of the grand duke charged straight towards Jason.

Go fast!

Moreover, when he was halfway through, his footsteps turned, and the whole person changed from a straight charge to a roundabout oblique insertion, like a swallow that changed direction in the sky.

The sword in his hand even brought a sword shadow.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Every sword pierced the air with a sound.

Every sword seems to be real.

Every sword is extremely swift.

Is this the swordsmanship of 'Yanbao'?

Jason stared blankly.

It's really different from what he did.

He is simple and honest.

other side?

So fancy!

simply...

Vulnerable!

Ignoring the stabbing swords, Jason raised it above his head.

Then, cut with a knife.

Woo!

The whistling sound immediately suppressed the sound of the sharp sword breaking through the air.

What's even more terrifying is that when Jason ignored the stabbing sword, a sharp breath mixed with indomitable, fearless life and death, instantly revealed from his body.

Sting!

eyes!

Facial!

whole body!

All in this sharp breath became tingling abnormally.

The Grand Duke's son couldn't help but squinted his eyes, and the 'sword' in his hand froze.

Then--

clang!

The broad-blade short-handled machete smashed into this nimble long sword.

Suddenly, the long sword fell to the ground.

The prince's son took two steps back.

The prince's son was stunned.

He knew that there was a lot of difference between himself and Gerald, but he didn't expect that the gap would be so big!

Gerald defeated him with the first contact weapon.

Especially the momentum on his body.

The kind of momentum that is like charging on the battlefield.

It's what he's been asking for.

"I……"

"Failed."

The prince's son whispered to himself.

Jason, who knew the general strength of the opponent, picked up the long sword and handed it to the opponent.

The Grand Duke's son looked at Jason puzzled.

"One failure is nothing."

"Let's do it again."

"This time I'll switch to another weapon."

After Jason finished speaking, he put the wide-bladed short-handled machete aside and walked towards the kitchen.

After a while, Jason came out with a mace.

Woo, wooo.

Jason waved several times.

Amidst the numbing wind pressure, the corners of the Grand Duke's son's eyes twitched.

Jason turned around and looked at Denise and said unhurriedly:

"I asked the fat aunt to add a dish-"

"Shrimp and pork heart."

"Is it tasty?"

Denise's eyes lit up.

"good to eat."

After Jason finished answering, he looked at the son of the grand duke with a smile, pointed the mace in his hand, and said softly:

"Come."

"continue."