Old Sergei heard a few words and cursed: "You are talking nonsense!"

"Why do you say I'm talking nonsense?" The storyteller was dissatisfied.

"I was there when Montanebao Minguan hunted the bear! Why don't I remember you!" Old Sergei said proudly: "Let me tell you, it was actually like this at that time..."

Amid the noisy memories, longings, and laughter, Winters quietly left the temporary venue.

Pierre chased after him from the temporary venue, and walked with Winters for a while, suddenly said, "You don't have to blame yourself."

Winters stopped and turned to look at Pierre.

Pierre said in a deep voice: "It is not your responsibility to fail to destroy the Chihe tribe; the growth of the Chihe tribe is not your responsibility."

"I don't blame myself, Pierre." Winters smiled, touched Pierre's arm, and turned to look in the direction of Qingqiu: "Of course I won't feel guilty for other people's mistakes."

"Mr. Reed said at the death of his life, [If you don't consider the entire chessboard, you will not be able to occupy a corner of the chessboard in the end]." Winters's expression was cold: "I'm just thinking, Pierre. You said- are we feeding the lions with meat?"

The night was dark, and the hills were completely sunk in the darkness, with only a few ignitions looming.
Chapter completed!