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deal? "he asks.

"There's nothing I can do with my ability." Joyce said proudly, glanced at Hogan, and frowned, "Let's go, to a place." He walked towards Byron while talking.

"Where?"

"A hidden place that no one can think of." He looked confident.

"Don't continue the discussion just now?" Byron smiled and watched him getting closer.

"Talk while you walk."

"Okay." Byron shrugged, Joyce stopped, and they faced each other, very close.Byron looked at each other with interest, as if he was seeing Joyce for the first time.

"You're pretty like this." He suddenly said something without thinking.

"What?" Joyce looked at him suspiciously, and then said, "Let's go first, it's not suitable to stay here for long."

"I have something else to do."

"What's the matter?" Joyce was a little impatient.

"Wait for my love," Byron said.

Joyce stared at him, and Byron continued: "If you want to pretend to be a certain person, you must at least know him to a certain extent. In fact, Joyce understands him very well. He is very irritable. You should know everything just now." Don't even think about it, just wave your fist over."

Sweet found that "Joyce"'s arm was covered with a layer of ice that was spreading towards his head. He tilted his head slightly and saw Byron was holding his hand. He was holding something black It is almost impossible to see clearly because it is covered by thick ice, but it can be guessed that it should be a small pistol.

"It's the first time I've seen a Mystique." Sweet looked at "Joyce" with interest, "The supernatural ability is amazing, I almost didn't recognize it at first glance."

"Oh? It's so fast, as expected of a brother." Byron said with emotion, "Joyce" turned into an ice sculpture before he had time to say anything, still maintaining the posture of staring and just pulling out his gun.

"Hehe, Joyce is actually not so arrogant." Sweet said a little shyly, "In this case, Joyce should not be so wordy, and just continue talking to you."

"Yes, he never raised himself to a high level, but habitually regarded other people as ants." Byron said, while continuing to lead everyone forward, "He does not despise ants...in fact, he does not despise any creature."

"Dad, I don't understand you at all," Hogan said.

"What I mean is that Joyce doesn't look down on anyone." Byron thought for a while, and then said, "It's just because I think they are weak and easy to be hurt, and there is no other meaning." This thought is very understandable , Most people are very fragile in front of Joyce, so he linked those people with fragile ants, because they have similarities, this is the same as when others think that someone looks like an animal or flower or something together.

"Very Joyceian thinking," Hogan said gravely.It felt that his father was worthy of marrying his mother, and he understood his mother too well.Both Uncle and Dad could tell if Mother was real or not, but Hogan was ashamed that she couldn't.

Byron nodded, "Joyce's thinking is actually not complicated."

Joyce just jumped in from a window at this time. Hearing Byron's words, he glanced at him calmly, and said calmly, "Continue with the topic just now."

"Mom, someone pretended to be you just now, and he beat me, look." Hogan climbed onto his father's shoulder, pulled the broken propeller to the front, and complained, "It took me a lot of time to do it well." Yes, it was broken by that villain." Its voice was aggrieved.

"It's done?" Joyce looked at Hogan, then at Byron, who shook his head.

"No, I made a beautiful ice sculpture."

Joyce turned around and walked in the direction he came from. Not long after, he saw the ice sculpture figure that was exactly like himself. He frowned slightly in displeasure, and raised his hand to poke a few holes in the ice sculpture figure's face, just enough for the other person to breathe.

"Joyce" was breathing heavily, but he had no control over anything other than breathing to keep himself from dying so quickly.

"Which hand did it?" Pyro asked.

Joyce has always defended his shortcomings, forbidding anyone to hurt his family members, even if it is just one of his pets, as long as it belongs to him, he forbids anyone to peep.Although Joyce didn't want to admit that Hogan was his son...but it still belonged to Joseph's family.

Little Rubik's Cube paused for a moment, then pointed to the right hand of "Joyce" as if he was complaining to the teacher, "the one holding something." He obediently clasped his father's shoulder with the appearance of "the one who complained is the most innocent" .

Joyce removed "Joyce"'s right arm neatly, then waved to the first few people, and walked into the only intact master bedroom in the villa.Hogan felt a little spooked by the gore and climbed into his father's head to heal himself.When Sweet passed by "Joyce", he smiled kindly at him:

"Good luck."

If this monster can survive until Boren's men arrive or freeze, then he may still be able to save his life.

"You think we should go to the tree flower?" Joyce said, frowning.

"Yes." Byron nodded, "Shuhua and Bolun have always been rivals, and Shuhua would like to do more activities that will hurt Bolun." He smiled, "I believe that when we come to the door, Shuhua will be responsible People will understand how to do what is best for them.”

"Treeflower has the potential to become a second Boren," Sweet said.

When Bolen is no longer a threat, Shuhua only has two threats, Byron and Joyce. Will he tolerate these two thorns?And... Shuhua will feel at ease to cooperate with the two white-eyed wolves?

"If Shuhua becomes the second Boren, then we can find another headhunting company to cooperate to kill Shuhua, and if Shuhua is safe and sound, we will be more peaceful, at least we won't trouble him for no reason. "Byron said, "As for whether the tree flower will understand the powerful relationship, it depends on the head of the person in charge."

"That's it." Joyce said suddenly, "Go and find the tree flower."

He actually doesn't mind living a life of hunting and being hunted, but Sweet can't bear this kind of life. He must first get rid of Boren, and then settle down with his brothers. Will Shuhua become the second Boren? He has no interest in caring for the time being.

39 Leaving Guangbao City

Their next goal will be Shuhua's headquarters in the capital. In order to avoid complications, they must directly find the person in charge with authority.Both Joyce and Byron hated having to call in some clerk or something to turn it into an announcement when they wanted someone.

Of course, there is no way to just go now. Byron's car is still in the repair shop, and he will not leave Guangbao City until it is repaired. For this reason, he has to go to the repair shop almost every day to keep an eye on people.They lived in the hotel. Because of the last Boren attack, Guangbao City began to implement martial law, which caused some obstacles for Bolun to raid again. After all, Guangbao City is the best blood-sucking place in the country, and the law and order are not strict. But how can it be done.All the rich but unable to protect themselves like to gather together in places that seem safe.

At the same time, the scenery here is indeed very good-whether it is natural or man-made, as long as it is eye-catching, no one cares about it.

Sweet turned his head. The scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is very good. There are layers of green mountains rolling up and down. There are streams on the sides of the peaks, lakes under the peaks, and ice and snow on the top. The scenery is impeccable.The climate is always pleasant, of course there are spring, summer, autumn and winter, but summer will not be too hot and winter will not be too cold.

Sweet turned his gaze back into the room, not wanting to look any further.Beautiful scenery is beautiful, but it has no connotation, and it is only tasteless after a long time.He likes natural scenery. The beautiful natural scenery is not as gentle and elegant as the surface. The hidden meaning cannot be understood by just a few glances or a few travels. No matter how much manpower is spent, the majestic atmosphere of nature cannot be imitated.

And he likes those things.

"Joyce," Sweet called.

Joyce was lying on the bed, watching TV idly, and looked at him after hearing it.Hogan sat next to his mother, holding on to a bit of the quilt like a good son.

"I want to ask..." Sweet pondered, "I want to know what you like about Byron."

Joyce's expression seemed to say "I don't know what the question is." He said, "I haven't thought about it." He didn't think Byron had anything special to like-arrogant, intransigent in some places, machismo , An ability attribute that is disgusting from the bottom of my heart──but he just likes it.No matter how much this likes it, at least being with other people is not as good as being with Byron.

This answer is not surprising, Sweet continued to ask: "There should be something that fascinates you, isn't there?"

butt?That should not count, Joyce thought, that was never the highlight of the other party.He'd be interested in doing that, all because Byron always acted like he was interested in his ass, and he's gradually becoming interested in that part of the other person too... a bit of an eye for an eye.

As the older brother, Sweet wanted to know more about his younger brother, he would not interfere, he just wanted to know. "At least he should have a memory of you, no?"

Joyce frowned in thought, because he rarely thought about such things, he thought for a long time, and after a long time he tilted his head, "He often said 'you should learn to get along well with me', or 'you bastard, look How do I do ''Actually you can do better' stuff." He paused, then continued, "Never say 'You're not human, you can't get along with people'."

He habitually ignores and ignores any prejudices others have about him, and those malicious or unintentional slanders can't cause him any displeasure, but it doesn't matter.