The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 469 Ch468 Inherited Experience, Flying Thief's Great Breakthrough

Chapter 469 Ch.468 Inherited Experience, the Flying Thief's Great Breakthrough
There are all kinds of people in Jindao.

Shrewd, foolish, lying with the truth, with malicious intent or ulterior motives.

Ritualists of various sects, wandering ritualists.

Even cultists.

But there are two types of people that Rose can't handle the most - crazy people and people who are not in their right mind.

The former refers to Roland, the latter refers to Beatrice...

Now there's one more big guy.

"What do you think happened to him?"

After waking up, Rose didn't even have time to laugh at Roland's "cliff jumping" behavior, and immediately told him what happened.

"Maybe... I'm just not good at dealing with people?"

"That's really bad." Rose couldn't understand why there were such people in the world - men at that.

"How is he supposed to live?"

"You're actually worried about how others live?" Roland was confused. He looked at her in the light of the fire and pressed her upturned nose. "Take off the mask and let me see who you are."

Rose slapped someone's hand away angrily.

She didn't like the way Roland treated her - like a child.

Is she a child?
She has everything she should have and can do everything she should do.

"I'm worried that he'll cheat me out of my money, idiot!" Rose tiptoed and sat on the table, crossing her legs. "If he takes the money, I'll never find it again..."

"No one would do that, Rose."

Roland glanced at his intertwined legs, picked up the water glass and took a sip.

"Gold Island is a man who never lies. He did this just for a few dozen pounds? A ritualist who has studied the great art?"

"Roland."

"Ok?"

"Do you feel that you are blind, so no one knows what you are looking at?"

Roland: ...

This prematurely mature feline leaned against the table and leered at the man who turned his face slightly away.

She is very unhappy today.

She went to the Golden Island, inquired about the ritual, and made a deal with a fool.

If all this running around was for Roland, she would be happy to do it.

But it's just Shandel.

That gray-haired monster.

Why?
She hated the fact that Roland would go through fire and water for women other than herself (with the exception of Jam Jones), especially Cinder Kratov - her most dangerous enemy.

Rose suddenly felt a sense of urgency: I'm afraid this will make the relationship between Cinder and Roland...

No.

If something had to happen, she, Vansittart, had to come first.

She is mainly competitive.

——I can laugh at that woman then.

——Go taste my saliva!

Rose's eyes became more and more dangerous.

With what she has experienced since childhood, she can truly be described as 'experienced'.

But her brave, even crazy self always seemed particularly unlike herself when it came to getting along with Roland - she never thought that the word cowardice would one day be used to describe her.

——This can’t go on like this.

Rose.

The aunts are right.

Some things cannot be obtained without fighting for them - she practices this in her life, and the same should apply to men.

Anger, complexity, shame and cowardice mixed into a sour sparkling wine that slid over her tongue, which was afraid of heat and pain and was covered with barbs.

The curly-haired girl licked her lips.

She slid down from the table like a thin piece of paper, slid to Roland's feet, half-knelt, and looked up at him.

In response to the man's surprised question "What are you doing?", she had only one answer.

A charming and decadent answer.

'To tempt you.'

She murmured as she recalled the past that she could not bear to look back on. The smiles and frowns of her aunts, their graceful postures, made her want to hold them in her hands and hide them on her face.

She has a unique advantage.

She can do...

Rose, you can do it!

You are exposed to a lot of things and have a lot of experience!
The girl encouraged herself, her heart was beating so fast that it was about to explode, her skin was hot and swollen as if it had been soaked in boiling water, her whole body was no longer controlled by reason, she let go, and let pure anger and wildness take over.

She raised her arm, untied the sleepy little candle that was coiled on the teacup, and held it in the palm of her hand.

then.

She gazed at the man above with her sensitive and shy emerald eyes, and looked into his golden eyes.

Then slowly.

Place the candles on your cheeks.

"look."

Her whimsical expression and eyes filled with some deep, passionate emotions were like an invitation to a feast that was about to lead people crazy.

"look."

She imitated, just as she imitated the way men dressed, and now, she imitated the aunts of her childhood.

"Look," she said.

She stared at Roland's face that was gradually sinking into shadow, listened to his breathing which was becoming heavy and angry, and watched him trying to move forward to cover himself like a fully drawn bow.

A sense of joy and victory surged in my heart.

This matter...

It’s not that hard, is it?
I win, Kratov.

The girl tilted her head back slightly, adjusted the angle, and rubbed the confused little candle with her cheek.

"The snake is on my face, Roland."

She said it like a child.

…………

……

Rose doesn't like Roland.

She mostly likes to win.

Win Shandel.

——She said this, and Roland listened seriously.

However, after the crazy moment, when Miss Dry Heave came to her senses, she realized what a vulgar and ridiculous thing she had done.

Little Candle never thought that one day she would be able to participate in her father's love story in this way.

The whole snake looked particularly happy.

There's something to talk about again!
With friends!
However, Roland was the only one who could make the payment in advance. The young lady who didn't know how to live or die and thought she could impress people just by imitating others obviously ignored the difference between the body and the brain:
Sometimes, just because the brain knows it doesn't mean the body can do it.

Roland ordered the girl, whose jaw was slightly dislocated, to rest in Shandel's room.

There is no other choice but to do this.

After Roland left, she broke free from her sickly and sleepy state, and rolled back and forth on the bed wrapped in a quilt!
Several rounds!
'I won!'

The thief swung his fist, but immediately cried out in pain and rubbed his chin.

Rubbing and rubbing...

He started chuckling like a mentally ill person again.

Are all men like this?

Even though Roland is usually mean and talks nonsense all day, at critical moments he is like a bull that wants to smash a hole in the world...

How interesting.

The girl tidied her messy curly hair and sank into the quilt with a sweet and rosy face.

Screw Shandel.

Who cares about the deal or saving lives now?

Love to death.

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Suburbs of London.

A carriage with curtains was parked under the tree.

The cloth bag containing gold pounds fell into the mud not far away.

The driver smoked his cigarette out of boredom, and didn't ask the man in the car, who had his lower half of his face tightly wrapped with a scarf, what he was waiting for - he gave money, a lot of extra money, to buy his time for a day.

What does it matter what he does?

The driver only knew what he could do with the money.

How long to do it.

Roland propped his chin up and tapped his cheek with his fingers.

Looking out from the gap in the curtains, the countryside was covered with a layer of silver mist in the moonlight.

"Ding!"

"A great shot!"

"You have used your actions to tell the enemy that it is not only tragic fate and sudden bad news that can suffocate people."

"Achievement achieved: Choker!"

"You have obtained the ritual: Chin Repair!"

"You have obtained the ritual: Blazing Turbulence!"

"You have earned the title: Mouth Opener!"