My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

Strong hatred emerged from the red eyes, and he reached out to beat Troy!

The blond boy was not to be outdone, and in this small box, the two fought, and the resentment that had been suppressed seemed to be reborn in the third world and vented all at this moment!

Whether it's Troy's or snooker's.

"I hated you the first time I saw you, you bastard! You took everything from me! The throne, the honor, the halo, and Katerina!"

"I hate you too! Troy! A trash who doesn't understand anything! He is proud of himself! No one takes care of the disabled who can't even take care of himself! It's just that he was born better and reincarnated a little bit! You can have such an enviable childhood ! You are not entitled to these! You are an idiot!"

"That's right, I'm an idiot! Don't forget that you're just an idiot! A guy who's not even as good as an idiot!!"

The sound of cursing and scuffling echoed in the space of this box for a long time.

The two tugged at each other's collars, and their fists never stopped.

Blood was also dripping from the corner of Troy's lips, and it slid down his neck. The torn and messy neckline had several openings, revealing the white collarbone that was hidden inside, delicate and perfect.

His hair looked a little messy during the scuffle, his face was flushed with anger, his blue eyes were full of irritability and anger, and there was a little bit of disgust.

Snoke was also panting slightly, but his situation was better than Troy's. The tall man had the advantage, looking down at the blond boy on the ground who was obviously tired but still insisted on staring at him with ferocious eyes.

With a sneer, "It's very tenacious, idiot."

He bent down and whispered in Troy's ear: "Unfortunately, you will never be able to compare with me, whether it is magic, swordsmanship, bowmanship, or like now, you don't need anything, just rely on brute force to tear."

The slightly mocking words rang in his ears.

The warm breath was transmitted to the boy's skin.

The conscious soul can have an entity in the dimension space, so Troy can feel everything about him.

"Now tell me, Troy, do you choose to leave me behind, or—are you ready for the farmer and the snake?"

The blond boy gritted his teeth lightly, a trace of cruelty flashed across his eyes, and then, taking advantage of the gap, he suddenly punched him hard on the stomach, and switched positions again!

Snoke's hands were restrained by Troy, and the red-haired boy had the strength to break free, but just as he was about to use his strength, he suddenly heard the indifferent and calm question from the person above——

"Hey, are you comfortable?"

"……what?"

The red pupils reflected the calm face of the blond boy above, and he didn't react for a while.

"Swear out, complain, and type out what's in your heart." Troy asked, "Are you comfortable?"

"..."

Snoke was stunned.

"If not, continue. If you are comfortable, then sleep first," Troy said quietly, "Then we will go back to the palace. I need to find my father and ask some questions."

"...Troy." Snoke looked at him, his voice suddenly turned cold, "What do you mean?"

"It's very simple." Troy said: "Anyway, you will still be targeted by you in the future. It's better to fight now. At least, if you hurt me, I can feel a little better."

"..."

Anyway, after.

Snook was stunned, as if trying to recall the meaning of the boy's words.

But in fact.

It's obviously very accurate.

"...you'll regret it, Troy."

He murmured: "You will regret it."

The blond boy stood up slowly, glanced at him lightly, reached out to wipe off the blood from the corner of his lips, and said, "Whatever you want."

— he doesn't care.

After all - in the future, he may not necessarily stay in the palace, nor may there be too many intersections.

Just avoid snooker and keep traveling.

The figure of the blond boy disappeared into this space.

Snook was lying on the ground and didn't get up.

The box was picked up, and the remaining warmth of the palm penetrated through the wood at the bottom, which could be felt by the young man inside.

"..." Snoke looked at the top of the box, complex colors appeared in his red pupils.

After a long time, he turned sideways, curled up like an insecure person, and whispered—"Now, you can't regret it."