Bala took a deep breath and she looked for cigarettes fiercely but only chocolate. But she felt that she really needed a cigarette - the kind that could breathe fire with one breath. ()

"You're crazy." She thought she was calm, actually her lips and fingers were trembling constantly.

"Don't you agree?" Alex gently put his fingers into a tower shape on his chest: "I remember Mgolake is your friend."

“Migolak is a very good friend of mine.”

"And you don't like him to be the crime of eliminating him?" Wilderger automatically opened the small refrigerator under the bar - the thug who only had non-alcoholic beverages inside, and had to take a few cans of children's juice - grape juice to masturbate - isn't it the predecessor of red wine?

"Barbara...?"

"Because... this is impossible. Lily and those people will not allow you to do this!" Barbara irritably grabbed her fluffy and smooth beautiful roll and made it roll up layer by layer like the waves: "His enemies... are too many." She clearly and accurately reported a series of names. It seems that these people have never disappeared in her mind. The chairman of the CEO of the CEO Consortium President Committee. The official of the Finance Department of the Ministry of Finance of the Beverly Times. The owner of the four major TV stations, Bbycersercbtf. The leader of the four major TV stations, Beverly Lein, Victory Goddess Film Production Company, and the inspector of Beverly Hills, his former agent and even the popular talk show host...

"They controlled the entire Beverly five years ago and still - no one will testify for you and no one will help you. Those who hurt Migao will not be happy. Your exposure to them and the newspapers they control will not even be blocked. You will be accused of everything related to you. What is the media in Beverly you should know very well in the Oedipus... They can easily kill you and then on your body with paper and ink alone." After saying extremely ugly swear words, Barbara accidentally grabbed himself.

A few brown heads on the ground. "Lily, you will die... Under what circumstances did Migao spend that year? I know completely - without a large dose of sedative, he could not sleep at all, he could not touch anything outside because newspapers and radio stations insulted and ridiculed him 24 hours amid the aches of his TV comedians joking about his illness and laughed at him. The police made his home messy. Those who believed the rumors kept calling and saying: I was so disappointed in you! Or called him a perverted deformity... and those inevitable publicly humiliating the aggressive prosecutors and the cold audience... Do you really think you can bear this?"

"I know," Lily said slowly, "I know what happens to me, but I...I can't imagine that Migo will always exist in this world as a monster terrain - even if he is dead - everything he encounters will make people feel sad. A... a person who has done so many things for others has been framed and hurt... If he had such an ending, I think... no one will be willing to care for those who need help because they don't know whether their kindness will attract greed and hatred for themselves. Will the world misunderstand that they have no intentions. Maybe they will just stand by and watch in the face of any kind of misfortune soon-to-be-it will be a vicious cycle of despair." She looked at Barbara with a firm look: "So it's not just for you but for all - those who have been slandered and hurt to never have such a thing again."

The little girl clenched her fists.

Barbara held his head - very good, enthusiastic, innocent, frank, and also knew that she had to think before doing things - her geography was indeed difficult to refute both theoretically and emotionally.

But why did I want to press the little girl down on my knees and suck her ass hard?

"Don't be nervous. Barbara. There will be no problem." Alex smiled and took the Wilderge ice and added grape juice.

"By the way..." Barbara rolled his eyes in a moving way: "You are ready to support this crazy idea... You have a brand new, prosperous, well-funded film production company, and a group of crazy and loyal subordinates. Two successful masterpieces. One theater. A newspaper... So you are ready to dedicate Beverly to Lily like Caesar and Anthony dedicated Egypt to Cleopatra... But don't expect these little things to play with... They have a way to torture you."

"It depends on whether the Salieri family allows it." The Sardinian thug "The Spotted Vulture" said arrogantly and sweetly. Although the children's juice in his hand greatly reduced his cruel image.

"Miss Ward." She had been making records and gently putting an end: "You have forgotten that there is a country behind His Highness."

Barbara's eyes twitched: "I thought this kind of thing was not necessary to join the country."

"His Highness Alexander is the crown prince of Sardinia."

"I thought the only normal person among them would stop their stupid behavior."

"Why?" said slowly, "Your Highness did not try anything that harms the country and himself to save the reputation of a gentleman than to save his life. It is a noble act." He continued in the slow and solemn words that the professor of history often had: "Everything is still being prepared and everything will be carried out in a planned and step-by-step manner.

We will passively accept attacks and our enemies are not as close as you want to be intimate - well, please believe that everyone has enemies. They usually have enemies because there is no crack in the egg. Once the egg is suddenly opened by something, its fragmentation will only be in a moment." He smiled gloomyly: "It's just a small thing." At least it is much easier than the spiritual sustenance of kidnapping a country.

"And," he added: "In the face of a noble enemy, we must hand over the war letter before the war begins, but when facing this group of thieves, we do not need to follow those ancient etiquettes..." At least two people at the scene did not understand his words and had to say it clearly: "I mean we do not need to put our goals on the table from the beginning - the best victory was achieved when the enemy was still ignorant."

"No wonder Shakespeare said: The first thing we have to do is to kill all the local lawyers (Henry VI)." Barbara's tongue cleverly hid this sentence in her mouth. She remembered that the prosecution lawyer was "the most dirty one." "What he wanted to do was just to make this public as soon as possible and make it as big as possible to lose face as many local people as possible. His methods were dirty and ruthless. He always wanted to make a name for himself. For this reason, he could destroy anyone in his sight, even with the most tortuous and cruel means." (These are the original words of Tom's guardian)

She had no objection to Fei Li, in fact, she felt that it was a pity that she could not find this guy to be a lawyer in the first place. Mi Gao's lawyer was determined to settle. As a result, Mi Gao became a victim and paid a huge settlement fee.

And at that time they did not have the Salilei family - although Salilei had fully moved to a legal and legitimate corporate exhibition, the name of "King of Western Sardinia" always hangs in everyone's hearts like a Damocles sword - no one wants to be his enemy.

Maybe... there's a real chance...

"Okay... Remember to bring me with you when you run away, otherwise I will die with my eyes." Barbara shrugged helplessly. She seemed to have never been peaceful since the first day she saw Alex.

But—it's really good.

"What should we do next?"

Alex stared at the eyes of the undead as he stared at the crimson liquid in the transparent glass cup, of course, the difference between grape juice and red wine was easily distinguished, but human eyes were often blinded by illusions.

"Find someone to ignite the fire."

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The tragedy of Mikhadi began with a TV documentary filming—a broadcaster approached him to praise him and sang him to be friends with him, and made him stand guard and induce him to say that he likes children—in fact, just as we would say at some point that I like children is not in any way-but after clever editing it becomes a child lover’s confession.

Some people call this documentary “a model of media lynching – I have to say that this is correct.

He successfully sent this black singer who surpassed his duty to the stolen frame specially set up for him and threw the first torch at him.

The place where Alex is looking for is also a journalist.

But what he called for was his loyal subordinate: "Terrible."

"Yes Your Highness."

"Can you please order a dinner? At the Sardinian restaurant we visited last time," Alex said softly: "If I remember correctly, Barbara likes fried beef tilad with Modna balsamic baked potatoes and roasted tomatoes Lily is macaroni with broccoli little silverfish and oil-soaked black olives Wilderger is grilled pork chops with black onion mozzarella cheese roasted potatoes and vegetables You are grilled chicken breast ham cheese rolls with asparagus and mashed tomatoes."

Everyone nodded and they were already numb to Alex's memory.

"Please order me a chicken roll with creamy black fungus sauce and manchetta cheese fresh spinach salad with Spanish ham pine nuts black olives tomato black fungus sauce and black vinegar. Finally, one homemade somersault potato balls with parmesan cheese sauce and walnuts homemade cheesecake soup and appetizer please help us choose."

"Yes Your Highness."

After he wrote the letter again and confirmed it, he stood up: "Please wait for your Highness... and everyone."

Four pairs of eyes looked at the hard work of walking out of the room - as a polite person, he certainly wouldn't call in front of the hall to order so many different meals, even if it was just a retelling, it would take several minutes.

Bad guy Barbara said silently with his lips.

Alex blinked purely: "Well... Now let's determine the candidate for ignition..."

"Pink Bunny Girl," said Wilderger with great enthusiasm.

"Laura." This is Barbara looking at the sky.

"Blue Tree...Western Wind?" Lily, who was impressed by this word.

"Laura Lin-West." Finally, Alex.

Although the statements are different, they are obviously the same person - the pain in the heart is always painful.

"Oh, that's great." The undead said calmly: "Ununately passed."

**Thank you for your strong support for the fish bow!! Tails!!! Ranking... Let the clouds go with the wind... - The trailer for the next chapter: "This is your stage meter high." (To be continued)
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