C1756 Aristocratic Tradition (1/2)
There were many ways to respond. For example, if Molière led his troops to immediately eliminate Xiao Letian, then stepped on his corpse and acted arrogantly, this kind of revenge and response was the only way to feel satisfied.
Or perhaps it could be said that by assisting Sha Ao and bringing along the France's intelligence network to uncover and destroy all of Xiao Letian's secrets, they would be able to see how the Chinese would disintegrate or collapse in the end. At that time, Xiao Letian would definitely look very miserable, and it could even be considered a form of passable revenge.
Unfortunately, Xiao Letian's luck was just too strong. Since both of his fantasies did not happen, he might as well take another step back … I, your father, am in Xiao Letian's cell, swearing at you and insulting you, but you can't do anything about me after that!
Hahaha … So cool! I like this kind of scolding you, but you still take me for nothing. If you have the guts, bite me! Do you dare to kill me?
was just like a mad dog. He had already fallen into a world of his own fantasies and was unable to extricate himself, the so-called spiritual victory method was more or less like this.
Xiao Letian looked at him pitifully. At this point of time, he no longer had the mood to waste words with him, he could only sigh and shake his head before continuing to walk outside.
Molière, who did not meet his expectations, felt extremely unhappy. According to the script in his mind, Xiao Letian should be angry, helpless, and blushing, but there was nothing he could do right now. How could he just turn around and leave without saying a word?
”Stop! Xiao Letian, stop right there... Why aren't you talking! Are you right? Hahaha … Am I right about the dark side of your heart? ”You are such a hypocrite. All the bravery on the surface can't cover up the fact that you're a coward …”
”Coward …” Molière who was like a mad dog pounced forward, and two Prime Minister Guards rushed out from the shadows, blocking him on his left and right.
”Be more honest!” ”If you move again, don't blame us for being impolite …”
”Answer me! Xiao Letian, why don't you dare answer me, you coward … Are you a coward? Are you going to kiss up to the British? Are you really a political thief? a demure hypocrite who took advantage of the fact that no one is looking for him! ”
”Fuck you!” One of the Prime Minister's Guards on the left was truly infuriated by the strange Chinese language that did not carry four sounds, he used his iron fists to smash Molière's appetite, it was so painful that he bent his waist like a cooked prawn, his mouth spitting acid.
Xiao Letian looked at him in pity and shook his head. Molière was no longer a human, he was completely broken down, half of his face was disfigured, his mouth was spitting out mucus and acid, his eyes released a foolish light. Hatred had captivated his heart, and he was already crippled.
”Don't hit him, don't scold him either. Let him eat and drink well during this period of time, make room for him in the villa at the peak of the mountain …” Do you have any more women from Europe? ”Send two to him …”
”Look at this pitiful appearance!” Want an answer? ”I'll give it to you in two days …”
Xiao Letian had left, leaving the mad dog Molière behind. It was a pity that this talk had not produced any results, and that it had wasted a lot of time, only proving that Molière was hopeless.
After returning to the Great Prime Minister's Manor, Xiao Letian realised that Wang Huaiyuan had also rushed back from the Far East. At that moment, the three heavenly kings Luo Huo, Wang Huaiyuan and Sima Yun were all gathered together.
When he entered the study room, Sima Yun was holding onto a piece of chicken leg as he nibbled on it. Luo Huo was currently dissecting a crab, which had been arrogantly displaying its might all this time, but Wang Huaiyuan was eating very lightly, and was sipping the porridge in his mouth.