But there is no doubt about it.

The man in front of him was one of the strongest and most powerful warriors he had ever seen.

At this moment.

A female voice that he had not heard for a long time passed by his ears in a daze.

Gentle and light, but with a hint of stubbornness that refuses to compromise.

【No, Fei Ren.】

[What they need is not cheap sympathy, nor the so-called help and sympathy that we so-called "normal and healthy people" give just to satisfy our own moral evaluation.]

[What they need is for us to take off our glasses and really treat them like normal people because there is nothing abnormal about them.]

[The reason why they cannot become normal people is that we are too self-righteous and we are not tolerant enough. It is because this imperfect society does not give them the soil to become normal people. Whether it is the lack of software that brings different eyes or the lack of hardware.

Life is inconvenient.]

【Stop calling them disabled.】

【Because they are not.】

is her.

is her.

But who is she?

He reached out his hand subconsciously.

But nothing was caught.

Leave a blank space.

"Hello!"

"It's so distracting," Grievault pushed the wheelchair in front of him, looked at Thales up and down, and nodded his head with suspicion on his face: "You... aren't you mentally retarded?"

Thales was startled suddenly and pushed the sudden memory flashback back into the depths of his mind.

Grivet clenched his right fist and made a crisp sound.

This voice made Thales nervous.

He tried his best not to look at the corpses around him and forced a forced smile.

Concentrate, now...

Thales took a deep breath, trying to look friendly.

Putilai said smile, smile, smile when facing the contact person.

The prince opened his big white teeth and looked straight at the man in the wheelchair: "So, you are the person Putilai was talking about?"

Grivet frowned and replied loudly: "Who?"

The loud and unpleasant voice startled Thales.

"Putilai, uh, that's the one..." Thales tried hard to maintain a smile and spoke a common language that was close to the Northland's standard accent:

"The weird old man smoking a pipe?"

Grivet blinked his remaining eyes and scratched his chin in the moonlight.

He opened his mouth impatiently and asked loudly but vaguely:

"What did you say?"

Thales's heart trembled.

Nope.

"Or, there may be someone, his name may not be Putilai, maybe he uses a pseudonym, and he may not necessarily be smoking. He probably doesn't have time to smoke these days..." Thales danced around, trying to construct his own language.

, while cursing Putilai’s unreliability in his heart:

"He asked you to give someone... you know, at this time, give someone, give someone..."

Thales waved his arms, shook his head slightly, and looked expectantly at Griwal, who seemed to have not yet entered the situation: "Give him..."

"At this time? Put someone..." The rude man narrowed his eyes, rolled his eyes, and thought for a moment.

He asked tentatively: "You mean... transport it out of the city?"

Thales's eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers: "Yes! That's it!"

Grivet fell silent.

The man in the wheelchair looked at him silently for several seconds.

It made Thales feel a little scared.

until……

"Oh oh oh!"

Grivet's expression changed, and he slapped his head suddenly!

The strong man looked suddenly enlightened and pointed his right hand at Thales: "So it's you!"

God bless.

Thales exhaled!

He just felt like a stone had fallen to the ground in his heart.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Thales slapped his thigh and felt that the negotiation just now was very difficult. He smiled with difficulty: "It's me, haha, hello... Hehe, uh, what do you call me?"

"Hmm..." Grewal narrowed his eyes and continued to look at him, making a low guttural sound.

The fuzzy feeling in Thales's heart came back again.

"Grewal," a second later, the rude man laughed, showing his big yellow teeth, and stretched out his right hand to him:

"Drew Grivet."

Thales breathed a sigh of relief again.

Fortunately, this contact person seems to be relatively easy to talk to...

With lingering fear, he stretched out his right hand and grasped Grewal's palm: "Then..."

At this moment.

"boom!"

Before Tails could react, he only felt a heavy weight on his right hand, a pain in his neck, and the vision in front of him suddenly shook!

A majestic force burst out from Griveau's right palm, pulling Thales off balance and falling in the direction of Griveau!

"caught you!"

Grivet's cheerful laughter came from his ears.

"Hahahaha, want to leave the city secretly? Hey, you are the kidnapped little prince of the stars, right?"

Grieve's rough laughter grew louder and louder, causing Thales's ears to hurt.

what happened?

Thales, who was having difficulty breathing, tried his best to open his eyes, but he was horrified to find that his hands were tightly held from behind by Grewal in a wheelchair!

The latter's left arm went around the prince's neck, and the iron-like muscles on his arm were like a cage, forcing the prince, who had his back to the man, into Grivet's arms.

"Whether it's underground or official, the entire Longxiao City is going crazy for you. I was originally annoyed by these things and didn't want to deal with them, but you actually came to the door yourself! Hahahaha..."

No.

No!

The sins of the prison river surged instantly.

Thales gritted his teeth and tried to break away, but found that his struggle was in vain: Grieveaux only relied on his powerful right hand and abdominal muscles to tightly hold his arms on his back.

Useless.

From the moment he was hugged by Grivet, he had already lost his best position to exert force.

Under the other party's restraint, he couldn't even touch the jc dagger.

"Guess what price the Palace of Heroes is willing to give me?"

Griwal's laughter was quite ferocious and proud: "Damn, that dead man's face smashed so many things in my territory in the afternoon, I must pay for it this time!"

Grivet's left arm suddenly exerted force!

Thales only felt his head tilt back, and the bright moon and starry sky appeared in front of his eyes.

"Of course, it doesn't have to be the Palace of Heroes. At this moment, many people want you," Grievo's hand became stronger and stronger, and the laughter coming from behind his ears was full of excitement: "I

Think about it, do you want one thousand gold coins or two thousand gold coins? Tsk, isn’t it a bit much?”
To be continued...