Chapter 257 Girl

I suddenly got interested and asked this question casually, but I didn't expect that it actually caused Harold a lot of trouble.

I could clearly see the deep embarrassment on Harold's face. It wasn't that he didn't know, but that he didn't want to answer.

This also gave me an answer that was not stated clearly but was easy to understand: Harold was not as rich as the first famous doctor in Airey City.

I grinned, chuckled, and didn't ask any more questions.

Harold turned his head away with an embarrassed look on his face, not wanting to look at me anymore, and he didn't want to answer my questions anymore.

So, the rest of the journey was immersed in silence, embarrassment and playful smirks.

When we were still some distance away from the villa, a clear child's voice suddenly came from not far away: "Uncle Harold, Uncle Harold!"

Turning around, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl with long, straight black hair, a pretty girl with excitement and happiness on her face, ran towards Harold with a smile.

"Yo~" While joking, I let out a long but intriguing sigh: "So you are so good~"

Harold knelt down with a smile on his face, intending to give the girl a warm hug as well.

However, my face was full of embarrassment due to my mild teasing. It was neither a hug nor a hug. For a moment, the whole person froze.

Seeing this scene, I continued to add insult to injury: "There are three good things about lolita. They are light and weak and can easily be pushed down~"

"It's enough!"

"presumptuous!"

Two voices sounded at the same time.

The previous one was from Harold, who was already blushing with embarrassment. However, facing such an innocent and happy girl, he had to cater to him so as not to turn off the girl's good intentions. In desperation, he I had to shout loudly to stop.

The latter one is Zhannings. His words are full of anger and fear. It seems that he cannot tolerate others saying bad things about this girl. However, these words have no effect on me. I am just being naive. Harold was joking, as for this girl, haha, let me make a bold statement, what does it matter to me whether she lives or dies?

Don't say that I'm too cold-blooded, and don't say that I don't know how to cherish fragrance and jade at all. She is neither my fragrance nor my jade, so why should I cherish fragrance and jade?

Although I can completely ignore what Jennings said, I feel the need to calm down my dissatisfaction with him. From the beginning, he has been rude and arrogant. To be honest, I have tolerated him for a long time.

Some people may wonder why I can smile at the watchdog of Harold Guild and even bribe him, but I plan to use violence against Jennings?

The reason is simple. Harold's watchdogs know that they are a weak group and have their own agenda, so they can be satisfied with small favors.

As for Zhan Ningsi, this guy has put his status above others from the beginning, and always looks at others with arrogance and even disdain.

Although I do not deny the class nature of human beings, human beings are born equal, and status and status are just a name imposed upon them. Without these, you would be no different from anyone else!

"Harold, I think this child should be given some early education," I said.

"What do you mean?" Harold looked at me with uneasiness in his eyes.

"She is a member of the Zephyr Continent, and she will understand this sooner or later." I smiled, slowly raised my right hand, and the joints of the gauntlet on my hand made a slight friction sound: "The smell of blood, and... The knowledge of death.”

As I said that, I grabbed the frightened Jennings with my hand.

"No!" Without thinking, Harold directly pulled out his sword and held it horizontally in front of him. With a crisp 'dang' sound, he blocked my claw.

However, he didn't seem to be particularly well prepared. His footing was unstable, he took a few steps back, and then sat down on the ground.

I also took a step back, but I immediately regained my balance.

I wasn't surprised that Harold suddenly stood up to block my attack. It wasn't that he cared about Jennings' life or death, but because he was afraid that Jennings' death would cause any trouble to the girl who came running. positive effect.

Just when I was about to launch the second round of attacks, Harold suddenly shouted: "Stop, don't kill anymore!"

I stopped, looked at Jennings who was frightened and stunned, and said, "Give me a reason."

"The child is innocent." Harold stretched out his arms, climbed up, walked a few steps between me and Jennings, stood in front of me, and said, "I don't want her to get hurt."

I turned my head, and sure enough, the girl looked a little frightened. She stood there with a pair of unclear eyes, looking at me in fear.

"Is she your child?" I asked.

Harold shook his head: "No."

"Your old lover's child?" I asked again.

"No" Harold shook his head again in denial.

"Is she important to you?" I asked again.

Harold nodded: "Yes, it is very important."

"Is she your lover?" I grinned and teased again.

"That's enough for you." Harold said helplessly with a black line on his face, "It's not what you think. He is the child of my old classmate."

"Can't we have sex with our classmates' children?" I muttered, expressing my disdain.

"Okay, I won't do anything now." I put away my movements and said with a very relaxed look: "Actually, I didn't intend to kill Zhannings. Doing so will not have any profound educational significance for girls. .”

"Then what did you plan to do just now?" Harold asked casually. As soon as he finished asking, he regretted it.

I lived up to his expectations and spoke my true thoughts: "This is my plan. First remove one of his arms, then his other arm, then his left leg, and then his After removing all the right legs, I plan to attack his crotch again, taking out the ball on his left first, and then the right."

Jennings was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, shaking all over. I guess if I say a few more words, he will be like Charles, with his crotch leaking.

Harold interrupted me at the right time and said, "That's enough. Stop talking. Have you forgotten the purpose of coming here?"

I patted my forehead and said apologetically: "Sorry, sorry, I was so excited that I forgot about it. Don't blame me. Don't blame me."

With that said, he was about to continue walking towards the villa when he saw Harold squatting down again, opening his arms, and waving to the girl again.

The girl looked at me hesitantly, pouted, then looked at Harold's smiling face, and then happily rushed over to me.

Harold held the girl in his arms and rubbed her hair affectionately, like a father.

He turned his head and scolded me: "I told you not to get too excited. You really scared her just now."

That tone seemed to be blaming an older brother for bullying his younger sister.