Heather who counterattacked

Xi Ruier originally thought that the troubles had already passed, and if there was any movement, it would not be related to her.But he forgot that fate always likes to constantly refresh its lower limit.

In the fights in the shadow world, I always worry about the rules of my own way. The battle of wits is also against each other, trying not to involve innocent people, but sometimes, after all, it is impossible to take everything into consideration, and it is common for ordinary people to be involved.It's only a few days away from the end of the voyage. The other party finally chose to use the mobile phone and it will be destroyed, but he doesn't intend to stop there. It's not easy for Qiangwei to stop the fire when he fights with someone. Cyril was originally on the sidelines. , I can't stand someone making up my mind.

...In consequence, both warring parties were put aside, and Geoffrey and his sister drank tea on Cyril's turf.

Not sure what exactly the other wanted, but it must have been on Geoffrey, since his sister was attacked much less.After the fire at the gate of the city reached the fish in the pond, Xi Ruier had no time to find out the people one by one to take revenge. Since there was no actual loss, it was pure if they were out of sight.Anyway, offering a small blessing is just buying a favor, even if people don't like it, his combat power here is enough to crush everyone on the other side.

After that, there were no major problems until the ship docked.

It wasn't Geoffrey that had the accident, it was Don.

The former, his elder sister, and some bodyguards of the tutor were the first to disembark. Once they stepped out of the range of the Hunting Goddess, it meant that the mission of Qiangwei's trip was over, and there would naturally be someone who should take over.As for the latter, not to mention after the boat stopped, even before the boat stopped, Cyril didn't find anyone else!

Only later did Cyril know what kind of a fierce fight took place in the upper cabin when everyone was happy with the end of the journey and was about to set foot on land.

This attack was really unexpected!Who would have thought that member Qiangwei, who was suppressed by Tang to the end and tired of fighting others, would be able to kill such a carbine!

The plan was more rigorous and vicious than the one in the swimming pool, and the interlocking calculations hide deadly traps at every juncture. Tang also had to admit that if the script for this scene was fully implemented, even his own There is no escape.However, the only thing that made the playwright miscalculate was that Tang was not alone—all the people in charge on the Huntsman knew Cyril, and naturally they also knew the most important people around him.

The rest of the people, Tang, did not pursue.Because he knew that the person who planned the script was not on the scene, otherwise, even if he could escape, he would lose half of his life by making changes on the spot.Since it is not the most important one, it is meaningless to catch up.

Don stopped the bleeding, walked out of the cabin slowly, the window was open, and he looked down at the deck.Soon you will find what you are looking for.Cyril and the others are saying goodbye to Jeffrey and the others.In fact, most of the time, he is not worried about any danger he may encounter, but seeing that he is safe and sound, he feels that the whole world has hope.

Then his eyes settled on a woman.

It was a Nordic girl with blond hair and blue eyes. The warm orange dress could not cover up the coldness of her temperament, but instead made her reveal a wonderful charm of ice and fire.She still has the crystal flower ornament pinned to her ear, and now that she thinks about it, it seems to be a jasmine flower.

The whole body of this woman is so clear that the sunlight seems to be able to penetrate her body so cleanly.She held the young lady of the Tonaret family on her arm, smiling reservedly and dignifiedly.At a certain moment, she raised her head and was facing the window.It seems no surprise that there is a person at the point of sight.She even laughed because of it, the corners of her eyes were upturned, and she narrowed her eyes slightly, with a cold and provocative smile.Fleeting.

Cyril is waiting for Don to show up.While waiting for the person, also wait for the news that the person said he was leaving.

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After hearing the news, Xi Ruier gave Qiang Wei a strong mark.

Other than that, there really isn't much to say.The feud between Tang and Qiangwei is really a bad debt. It is estimated that only the complete destruction of one party can put an end to this festive season.

Anyway, Tang has been on vacation for a long time, so he can write a letter to Ulysses and let it go. If you think about it, there are very few people in this world who can destroy Tang... I guess.

Throwing Aurora back to Isaac, it is not yet time to practice, she has to consolidate what she has learned in the past six months, and learn from each other's strengths to strengthen herself.Cyril takes Marcus to Florence.

Marcus originally thought that he would take him directly to meet the family, but he never thought that Cyril would be so irresponsible to leave him at the family gate. The only confidence he had was where the two newly hired instructors went. where.

"You can't do that!" Marcus was on the verge of tears.

"Then what should I do?" Cyril asked indifferently.

No matter how carefully Marcus looked, he couldn't find anything on his face... He was joking, and he was extremely desperate.

Xi Ruier seemed to be going straight away, paused, looked back at the pitiful boy, and said slowly: "You don't need to be afraid. Tell her what you want, and what you will bring to her—— You can convince her."

Marcus walked away step by step, looking as if he was going to die.

Naturally, Cyril would not tell him. In fact, he accompanied him and stood in this city, which is enough to show his attitude. Even if it is necessary to make things difficult, it is what Marcus deserves. That lady, it is impossible reject him.

Cyril stayed in the hotel where he lived in the past.The building is as classical and elegant as this city, and it is very close to the Arno River. When he opened the window and looked down, he could still see the illusion of the streets and alleys walking hand in hand at that time.

At dusk, as expected, visitors arrived.

The tall, middle-aged man wore a well-tailored tuxedo, as if he had just come off a banquet hall. He was thin, but he looked very powerful and his manners were quite formal.The first time I saw him, I was smiling, as if I was talking to an old friend, and there was a bit of ridicule in the familiarity: "I made a bet with my wife about whether you would visit, but I lost."

Cyril stared at him with great interest, but his eyes were too light and his expression was too silent, which always gave people the illusion that he didn't care about anything: "I won't see her, just as she won't see me, will she? ?”

The man shook his head and said, "That's not sure. It's like I thought she hated you, but then I found out that she has been thanking you."

Xi Ruier paused slightly with the hand touching the teacup: "Hate more."

No matter what excuses, even I can't convince myself to forgive myself.In fact, he has no right to complain to anyone, because he is the cruelest person.

Naiden poured tea for the guests and returned to stand by his side.The visitor looked up at Naiden, the two were silent for a long time, but still smiled: "Perhaps you are right, so I am sitting here instead of Madam."

"She accepted." An affirmative sentence without any element of doubt.

"You taught the young master very well." The other party smiled helplessly, "If it is one step behind and the young master who appeared in Safair is still the same young master, then everything is nonsense—but no matter what, for For Madam, it should be accepted intellectually, but emotionally it cannot."

"It does not matter."

"Yes! Because the madam must accept it! The illegitimate child has become her only bargaining chip!" No matter how serious the tone is, it can't hide the hidden contempt in the tone. The background is the original sin, and even if there is praise, it will never be erased because of its existence. "Since you have seen through the situation, you can naturally guess why I am here now."

There was the sound of bird wings flapping.Cyril turned his eyes slightly and saw the shadow of a pigeon flying by outside the window. After a long time, he said: "I made a decision for you that you couldn't make. Kane trusts me, and of course Safair can't trust me anymore. However, your attitude cannot change my established goal."

The visitor frowned slightly: "What do you want to do?"

"Madam shouldn't worry about me. She can continue to hate me, but I won't back down." Cyril looked back at the other party, "What she should reflect on is what is there in the sapphire that is worthy of her cousin's covet of."

The other party's expression changed from that momentary shock.Even if he adjusted quickly, he still couldn't hide the panic and heaviness in his expression: "You...know?"

Cyril didn't speak for a long time.He cast his eyes to a certain point in the void and remained silent until the black tea in the cup was completely cool. He lowered his eyes, put down the teacup, and said slowly: "I will not watch the sapphires be destroyed, no matter what reason I used to Stepping into this muddy water, it is impossible to back out. I can promise you, no matter the open side or the dark side, I will not take the initiative to intervene. If you still feel that I am a threat..."

There seemed to be a vortex of ice and snow in his eyes: "Then use all your strength to control that child. Money, power, status, which one is not a bargaining chip?"

The atmosphere was stagnant for a while, but it immediately returned to its original relaxation amidst the calm ignorance of both sides.After talking about the issues of principle, they had a brief discussion on the future education of Markas' little boy. Not long after nightfall, the visitor left.

Cyril stayed alone for a long time, and at a certain moment, she looked out of the window as if she was suddenly awakened by something.

"...Why is it so lively?"

Indistinct music and laughter came from the wind in the distance, and the lights on the banks of the Arno River were bright, and the jubilant scene on that side could be imagined through the night.

Naiden thought for a while: "It should be a local winter art festival in Florence."

Xi Ruier stood for a long time, changed her clothes and went out.

He couldn't laugh, but seeing the happy crowd, it seemed that his mood could also improve.Sitting on the other side of the Arno River, watching the flow of people and various street art displays, waiting for the ice cream in your hands to melt.In winter, the ice cream melted very slowly, and he stared and waited intently.

When I walked slowly through the alley with my hands in my pockets, a pair of children who were bouncing and selling flowers passed by.One of the little girls took two steps, then turned around, stopped in front of him, and handed a red rose with a blushing face: "For you, sir."

Cyril was stunned for a long time, but couldn't help but smiled, shook her head—seeing the girl's expression quickly became depressed—and pointed to the white roses in her basket.The little girl understood, and a smile appeared on her face immediately. She put the red rose back into the basket, and took out the white one and handed it over excitedly.

Cyril took off the wisteria flower brooch and handed it over, met those puzzled eyes: "I'm giving you a gift for the holiday."

"Thank you!" The little girl took it happily.

Cyril put the white rose in her breast pocket and walked to the end of the alley.

After watching a firework, listening to a marquee performance, and looking up at the sky, I found that the things that were left in this city still exist and have not dissipated.

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Leaving Marcus in Florence, Cyril did not go to Isaac.

I calmed down and analyzed everything I encountered on this trip, and found that I should change my strategy.It seems that the step-by-step training and teaching is not enough. The appearance of Christian Justin St. Langton reminded him that he cannot passively wait for the various characters in the big destiny to appear.Because any change in the previous deviation from the known plot may lead to a change in something in the future.

If you want to make a layout, you have to calculate until you can't even react to your fate!He can only follow his strategy and move forward with his expected goal!

This kind of struggle is not negative at all, after all, there is already a precedent - hasn't he already broken free from the emotional entanglement with Aurora?If he can, why can't the others?

The only headache is that the crops planted cannot grow in one day, and there are worries about side effects if the crops are fertilized too much, let alone a creature like human beings.Aurora needs time to grow.And she... isn't she a little bit more dependent on him?

Tactics must be changed!Decisive!

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