"Thank you for the compliment." Freya said, "Is this the reason why you were hanging up the crystal machine on the other side?"
"F*ck... when did I die?!" Sara let out a cry, and then watched as Sara blew up the crystal on the opposite side with a soldier of little blood loss on his own.
Freya accused him. "How can you do this! How can you let Sara alone fight! This is immoral!"
Sara said, "Even if the two of us were together, she would still fight alone."
Freya: "..." There was nothing else she could say. It was my fault, it was my fault. I didn't deserve it.
Sara stretched and said, "That's all for today. I don't want to play anymore."
She dropped off the game and turned to ask Sara, "Do you still want to eat?" She rubbed her belly and said, "I'm so hungry."
Sara looked at her and his breath sank into his dantian, wanting to answer Hank question. Sara quickly covered his mouth and glared at him, "What are you doing!"
Sara smiled and said, "I'll ask about it for you."
Sara: "..."
However, it didn't take long for the dinner to begin. Sara was led by Hank to sit at the main table. On this table were the elders of the Bishop Clan. Sara had a blank look on her face as she didn't know who it was. Hank said, "There's no need to call anyone."
Sara heaved a sigh of relief-that would be great.
Hank wasn't close to these so-called Bishop family members, and the others didn't dare to provoke him. They started to talk about their parents and didn't dare to talk to Hank. Sara was already starving and was focused on eating. Suddenly, Mrs. Bishop said, "Sara, peel prawns for him."
As the daughter-in-law of a child who was bought to celebrate, why didn't she have the consciousness of eating? Didn't she know how to serve others?
The old lady's thoughts were still stuck in the last century. She was a bit stubborn and hated Sara's actions.
Sara bit a piece of fish in her mouth and swallowed it silently. She took a look at Hank, put on her gloves and tried to peel the shrimp, but Hank hit her on the claw and said, "Eat yours."
Sara: "... Oh."
Old Mrs. Bishop's face was dark. "Hank, you've spoiled her too much!"
Hank lifted his head calmly. His eyes were somewhat coquettish, and he had a malicious smile on his face. "Grandmother, I want to take care of her as my daughter and spoil her from the heavens."
Before the old lady could get angry, Hank said, "Thank you for your concern, grandma. I'm allergic to shrimps."
Old Mrs. Bishop immediately felt very awkward.
The others looked at her with a little embarrassment.
As an elder, she didn't even know that her grandson was allergic to shrimps, and even asked someone to peel shrimps for him!
Sara was puzzled-When was Hank allergic to shrimps? She remembered the day before yesterday when she ate Long shrimp made by Aunt Dovlin, the old man even ate one from her mouth.
However, on such an occasion, it was not good for her to ask.
Someone who was allergic to shrimp put on a pair of gloves and slowly peeled a large shrimp. He rolled the white and tender shrimp in the sauce and fed it to Sara's mouth. "Open your mouth."
Sara's face reddened and she glared at him. Hank, however, smiled and said, "Good girl, open your mouth."
"..." Sara could only endure the stares from all sides and whined as he ate the shrimp. Because he was too nervous, he accidentally licked Hank's finger with the tip of his tongue.
Hank laughed in a low voice. "Is it delicious?"
"...Mm, yummy." Sara lowered her head, feeling like her face was on the verge of exploding from the heat.
Everyone at the table stared at Silly Dog in shock.
Was this... was this Hank, who always used a knife to cut people down?!
Was this still the hair-raising Master of the Asuras on the Dark Night?!
It was so damn mysterious!! He even peeled shrimp for others and fed them to other people!
Old Mrs. Bishop's face turned even more ghastly. Wasn't Hank clearly slapping her in the face?
Zara gave his elder brother a helpless look. Zara smiled and tried to smooth things over. "Scholar, I haven't celebrated your birthday in a long time. What do you wish for this year's birthday?"
Flora lowered his head and took a sip of wine before saying, "Even if we make a birthday promise, we won't be able to make a decision."
Otherwise, why did he sincerely hope that Rose could recover from her illness on her birthday every year? It was still useless.
Old Mrs. Bishop said, "Scholar, it's been so many years, just let it go. Ah, Ayleen can't blame. You two have things to talk about. After all, she has been with Ayleen to call you brother since she was a child..."
When the name of Ayleen was mentioned, everyone on the table had a subtle look on their faces.
Everyone knew that if Ayleen hadn't died, she would have married Flora a long time ago. Maybe she would even have a child.
Hank was the only one who still had a normal expression on his face as he picked up the food-it was a bowl full of ginger soup, piled up like a small trembling mountain.
Sara quickly pulled Hank's sleeve and said in a low voice, "I can't finish eating!"
Hank tilted his head and said, "That's not a big deal. Eat well, otherwise, it'll be 1:599 in the rest of your life."
Sara: "..." How vicious of a curse was this?
After a long silence, Flora said, "Grandmother, I don't want to mention her."
"Okay, okay, okay." Mrs. Bishop doted on her grandson much more than before, so she really didn't mention it anymore. She said, "Let's eat."
Sara ate a round belly, and her white and tender belly was bulging. She rubbed her belly and felt that it was really too full, so she said to Hank to take a walk.
Hank said, "Let Sara accompany you." Sara nodded. "Okay."
But when Sara found, the child was drinking and playing with a group of people. A bunch of girls gathered around him. Sara gave up the idea of letting him go with her and walked around the nearby garden alone.
Because there were guests today, so the servants re-governed the garden and turned on the lights. At night, it was a different scene.
Sara touched her belly and walked around aimlessly. When she walked around a white tea tree, she was suddenly caught by a hand.
It should be the hand of a middle-aged man with cocoons on his palm.
Sara turned around in astonishment and saw a bald man holding her hand in a drunken manner. The man said, "Little beauty, Uncle is here. Where are you going? Come, come into the room with me..."
The man was dressed like a good-for- nothing. He must be an extraordinary man. He must be drunk and went out to the toilet. Sara frowned and said, "Let me go! You've mistaken me for someone else!"
"Let you go?" The man opened his hazy eyes and chuckled. "Do you know who I am? I, Frank, am from the Bishop family! If you had followed me, you wouldn't have to worry for the rest of your life! There's only an old hen in my family that can't bear an egg. If you can give birth to one and a half children... even if I want you to be my wife, it won't be a problem!"