During the dinner, drunken men and women were dancing leisurely or clinking glasses, and suddenly they heard the roar and loud noise of the engine echoing in the long corridor!
They didn’t react. The thick wooden door was hit from the outside. The boy jumped on Harley and drove. The dining table filled with wine bottles, flowers, fruits, candlesticks and crystal glassware smashed everything.
"Caesar! What are you going to do? " Someone tried to scold.
"Pay the bill" The boy said coldly, throw the curtain in front of an aunt and take out an unfilled digital check. The signature is flying Italian.
I’m sorry to disturb your celebration. My mother just held a cremation and probably burned the central altar. The boy looked coldly at the old gentleman who was trying to control the situation. Uncle, please help me fill in the appropriate figures for the Bishop and tell him that although I am very grateful to him, my mother attended mass, but I don’t like his accent.
Frost stared at the boy’s eyes with a harsh tone. "You have grown up and shouldn’t be fooling around. You are the heir of Gattuso. You should know the rules!"
"I saw the rules write your faces." The boy cocked his head. Even though he had seen this scene several times, he looked around at his noble and elegant elders and their hearts were still burning with anger.
"but what I want to do is run over the surface!"
He hung up the motorcycle and went back along the route, rolling over the whole long table again. After landing, it was another beautiful tail flick. After going out, he walked away along the long corridor and hit the carved iron gate in the basement and walked away along the garden path.
The roar of the four rows of pipes can be heard far away, which represents his ridicule for his noble family and the parents who hold the power … even the world.
But the boy knows in his heart that this is his ridicule, but it is just a milk dog barking. To some people, it is worthless. Those who are powerful are his things.
It’s like a voice in my heart keeps confusing him to liberate something and kill all those untouchables who dare to overstep their rights and insult their mothers!
In the dark night, the elves still give him room sounds, and the dirty elders still whisper to each other.
"He probably knows that the family is full of joy at his mother’s death …"
"The dead woman is nothing … but her son’s name is Caesar. That’s the name of a great king … what king would spare someone who made his mother suffer?"
The boy’s face is full of fire, and the fire in front of the church is flying like thousands of fireflies. His face can still vent his anger.
You’re right, but my name, Caesar or whatever, I’ll never let go of anyone who made my mother suffer!
Frost picked up the check and signed it Caesar Gullveig.
"His mother’s surname … is this to deny that he is a Gattuso family?"
"We celebrate the disappearance of the name Gullveig, but it seems that everything is far from over …"
"So the child will inherit the family?"
"He must be tamed at all costs. Who inherits the family is not ours? We can decide that it is his bloodline. He chooses one bloodline out of ten thousand!"
When the boy talks to himself with a sneer at his mouth, he doesn’t sound like he can speak.
"Tame me? But as you said, my blood, how do you … match? "
The dragon’s blood is as hot as a church fire, and it seems to boil all over.
It was extreme pain. The boy had an inexplicable growl in his throat.
Ears like a voice from the abyss "to kill all … them!"
When his mind was in chaos, he saw dazzling eyes that blinded him and seemed to … open his eyes.
The harsh sunshine came through the door, and the cold winter wind brushed his cheek, which made him awake for a few minutes.
"I slept?"
Caesar sat up and looked at ChuHang, who just pulled the door.
The fire and water curtain Harley motorcycle roared across the central altar, and the black shadow was as sharp as a knife!
