Chapter 285 It’s time to beat up these lesbian girls
Fire fell from the sky.
Scorching, violent, with light and heat that makes it impossible to open your eyes.
flame.
It is a force that directly determines the evolution of human civilization and is regarded as a gift from God.
But, that gift is also God’s punishment.
In Semitic mythology, the formless and faceless Lord destroyed everything with fire and brimstone. In Norse mythology, the fire giant wielded a flaming sword and destroyed the nine realms.
"boom--!!!"
The raging fire, full of destructive meaning, brings with it a mighty wind.
What a majestic fire it was?
Even though the blow deliberately missed the main body of the house, the brilliant rain falling on the ground still easily tore apart the well-maintained garden.
Imagine.
If this blow were to land on a battlefield, how many ordinary people would wail and curse the earth.
Russell stood there like a sculpture, with a stiff look on his cold and stern face that was consistent with the public's perception of a conspirator.
what happened?
Why would someone drop a super-large fireball on their home?
[Need I say more? Of course it’s a debt of love from a certain pig]
[Otherwise, could it be that you have acquired supernatural charm and the yandere curse, causing a certain red cat to fall in love at first sight, and then become yandere because of your lust? ]
The prompter made a calm sound.
Russell: “…”
His hands were trembling slightly.
As a genuine Kshatriya.
Russell was naturally wealthy.
Although he looked like he would die of poverty if he didn't have the gold coins from his Beast Master, father-in-law, and Lao Deng for a month, he was indeed very rich.
The main reason they look poor is because they like to invest recklessly, and there are people like Kotomine Kirei who have excellent financial management skills.
Of course, even if he invested recklessly, he still had a huge amount of assets.
Just a house in Lun.
To him, it's really not worth anything.
but...
The body of Jiaozi was shaking violently.
Countless dark shadows swirled around him, twisting and transforming into shadowy evil spirits.
Except for Londinium!
This is the house he bought with the first money he earned!!
At that time, Russell almost spent all his savings.
If it weren't for the things that happened later, he would be living here now, playing video games every day and keeping a cat-eared maid.
Even now, he has the idea of secretly raising a cat here.
But now, it has been destroyed and marked as an enemy unit by the extremely difficult-to-pronounce Toosaka Rin.
The cat that was teased to death is now venting its anger...
To yourself?
Hard.
The fist is hard.
No.
How did it get demolished in my own home? ! ! !
Alicia lives in an industrial area!!
Amidst the chaos, Jiaozi pulled out an ice-blue long sword with an expressionless face.
A bad cat who doesn't know how to control his emotions needs someone to torture him severely.
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The clouds in Londinium are always low, with a light gray color and a gloomy taste.
Gentlemen in Parliament affectionately called that grey Victoria Grey - the grey-black colour of the sky came from factory emissions and was a symbol of prosperity.
Tianhuo didn't like this name.
Because she knew that people died every year from inhaling excessive exhaust gas.
The color that directly led to the death of a large number of people was called "Victoria".
“If we say this is a piece of mocking performance art, it may go down in history.”
“But it’s not a performance art. It’s reality, a reality that needs to be changed by everyone.”
The elf-like girl gave this speech in her own school.
Just like he dislikes the gray clouds in the sky, Tianhuo doesn't like... no, he should say he hates speeches.
There is a saying in Dayan: Those who work in carriages, boats, and inns should be killed even if they are innocent.
Long-distance drivers often colluded with bandits, boatmen raised their prices on the rivers or even resorted to killing, and unscrupulous innkeepers murdered and robbed guests...
Behind every stereotype are countless tragedies.
But, compared to the guys who give speeches.
Those professions that make the people of Dayan want to use the eleven-draw killing law are all so cute.
Those who advocate environmental protection and eat a lot of fish and meat are traitors to their country and race, while those who promote populism are traitors to their country and race.
A group of people speak sweet words, instill ideas into students, workers or civilians, encourage people to take action, make profits from it or directly sell out the people they have encouraged.
and so--
At the beginning, I probably hated her very much.
The red cat looked at the burning courtyard in front of it, a little dazed.
So...
When did it change?
"We don't need a liar like you here."
As I recall, I seemed to have scolded that woman like this.
The topic of her speech was to focus on the welfare of workers.
A very common topic.
In the Victorian Parliament, many people relied on the excuse of seeking benefits for workers to build up their reputation.
This behavior seems to be called Yangwang in Dayan?
When it comes to comparing bad things, completely different cultural atmospheres will converge on bad behaviors that seem different but are essentially the same.
Use the momentum of the workers to push yourself into the upper class and even the House of Commons. Once you enter the House of Commons, all the things that happened before will naturally be bullshit.
Representatives who have already become juren often make a just cut or turn the tables.
This is a Victorian preserve.
It happens almost every year and is extremely boring.
Tianhuo couldn't stand this, but he wouldn't say anything - Victoria was just like that, gentle and two-faced.
Without the ability to change it, you can only endure it.
It would be better to look for high temperature resistant materials that are suitable for making clothes.
——Once her spell is maximized, the violent heat flow will evaporate the enemy and her own clothes together.
only--
The woman was really eloquent and had attracted quite a few of his schoolmates, and she seemed to be trying to abduct them.
She was therefore forced to walk up to her and hold up her staff.
"If you don't retreat now, I will have to let you leave in an undignified way."
She threatened.
Then--
"It's been really hard work."
The woman's gaze towards him was indeed soft, without even a trace of anger.
The woman's answer and gaze left me stunned and even feeling extremely uncomfortable.
If a normal person is forced to leave, he would think it is a satire on his own preconceived ideas and egoism.
after all--
None of my fellow schoolmates said anything, but I took it upon myself to ask her to leave.
Why did she say that she was having a hard time?
"Have you met a lot of really bad people?"
"So, you want to protect your friends?"
Clearly being targeted.
But her eyes were still warm and tender.
"Even if you say that, my thoughts will not change. You must leave here."
Perhaps it was because those eyes were truly warm that my tone of voice also softened.
"Unfortunately, that kind of thing can't be done."
"I alone cannot change the landscape of the entire industry. I need enough help."
The woman's voice was soft, but her meaning was very clear. She wanted to take her descendants away to accomplish some cause.
"So, you want to fight me."
Without much hesitation, he raised his staff.
Then--
The battle was defeated.
The woman who looked exceptionally delicate and gentle was almost unbelievably skilled in archery.
also--
Her fighting ability was also incredibly strong, and even if she tried her best, she could only burn her coat.
On the contrary, my clothes were almost burned to ashes because I couldn't control the heat well.
In the end, if that woman hadn’t shared her clothes with me, perhaps I wouldn’t have known how to leave.
"...People like you can become big shots even without taking advantage of others' influence."
This is what I, the defeated self, said.
“But I don’t want to be a big shot.”
