Chapter 135 Analysis and Thinking

"Hey, according to this, I have become enemies with your second brother?" I followed the routine settings I had read in novels in my previous life and guessed: "Next, should I always be wary of your second brother? , a possible crazy act of revenge for his dog?”

"No way." Rodney looked at me with contempt in his eyes: "What did you imagine my second brother to be?"

"Um, isn't that so?"

"Of course not. He's not mentally retarded. How could he fall out with you because of a dog?" Rodney shook his head and showed deep sympathy for my thoughts: "You shouldn't be watching palace dramas. Too many and people become stupid.”

It seems that the routine settings and so on are all deceptive.

"Then what did you mean by misunderstanding before?"

Rodney said "Ah" and his whole body froze in an instant. I was horrified and thought he was possessed. I was about to rush over and pinch him, but I saw him holding his forehead and asking me with a confused expression: "Did I just say the word 'misunderstanding'?"

Ah? He actually forgot what he just said? Doesn't his words always go through his brain?

I had no choice but to repeat what he said and reminded: "What you just said, Charles will definitely distort the facts and make your second brother misunderstand me."

"Oh, this." Rodney suddenly realized.

I breathed out: "I finally remembered."

"Huh? Did I say this?" Rodney looked confused again.

I suddenly had the urge to chop him to death.

"Sorry." Rodney smiled apologetically at me: "I slept a little late last night, and I'm a little forgetful today."

Is this a little bit?

It's very serious, okay!

I teased him: "You must be doing something very happy with your wife, and you are so excited that you even delay your sleep."

"No," Rodney snorted, his face full of deep jealousy: "You think I am you? I have three such beautiful wives. Compared with you, I am much shabby. , I’m a single dog, not to mention my wife, I’ve almost lost my biological sister.”

"Ah? Is it true?" I couldn't even believe what I heard: "The dignified young master of Airicheng doesn't even have a wife? And he claims to be single. Wait, single? You don't have a wife here either. Use the word 'single'?"

"Why does it sound so sarcastic to me?" Rodney glared at me unkindly: "Is there anything wrong with the word single?"

"No, there's no problem at all." I scratched my head and chuckled, "No problem at all, it's very appropriate, very appropriate."

Rodney's head instantly grew a muscle, and even the expression on his face turned gloomy: "Does the fact that I'm single make you so happy?"

"No, I feel very sad." Seeing that his expression was not good, I immediately changed 180 degrees and had a look of regret on my face.

"Forget it" Rodney waved his hand: "Your sad expression is even more mocking than when you laughed at me."

"Really?" I asked him tentatively.

"real."

"Then I'd better smile." The mocking smile returned to my face again.

"I always feel like I want to beat you up," Rodney said bitterly, clenching his fists.

"It seems like you don't care. Just go over to Charles." Rodney stared at me and said, "What are you going to do about Clark?"

"What does it have to do with me?" I spread my hands and made an innocent expression: "I have already said that he was paralyzed due to exhaustion."

"What you said is not convincing at all," Rodney said: "Everyone in Airy City knows how despicable Charles is, but Clark is exactly the opposite. He is simply a bright light in Airy City."

"Huh? Lamp?" I asked blankly, "He can shine?"

"Listen carefully to me and don't wander off!" Rodney scolded.

"Oh." I responded, turning my attention back to Rodney from the rice-sized insect lying on the wall not far away.

"Although Clark is arrogant and rude, he has always been a proud member of the new generation in Airey City. This time, whether you knocked him down or he was paralyzed by exhaustion, in short, your behavior must be It offended his self-esteem." Rodney said seriously: "The more arrogant a person is, the more they value face. People like Clark must value self-esteem more than life!"

"Then what?" I didn't have any sense of nervousness at all: "Will he assemble his team, attack me, and then use the numerical advantage to crush me into a pulp?"

"Can you be more serious?" Rodney was very dissatisfied with my attitude.

"I'm sorry, it's not that I'm not serious, it's just that I can't be serious at all." I replied with an apologetic expression: "There are many ways to take revenge on someone, but generally speaking, they can be divided into two categories. One is to take revenge on the person himself. , one is to take revenge on his family, if Clark really wants to take revenge on me, he will either choose to set a trap and ambush me on the road I must pass, or make trouble for my family."

"These years of life and death experience are not in vain. Things like ambushes are nothing more than decoration to me. As long as there is a flaw, I will definitely find it, and there is no trap without flaw in this world." I He lowered his head, looked at the tea in the cup, and continued: "As for my family, he usually doesn't choose to take action, because my family members always act as a group. It's easy to deal with an individual, but if there are a large number of people targeted, Too much will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.”

"But there's one thing I'm more concerned about." He raised his head, looked at Rodney, and said, "Will they destroy my house?"

"If it's Charles, it's possible," Rodney said, "but Clark will never do it, and his arrogance and excessive self-esteem will not allow him to do this."

"That's easy to handle. In short, as long as I'm prepared to prevent Charles from attacking my house, everything will be much easier to handle."

"I don't think Charles will attack your house." Rodney suddenly said this, which surprised me a little.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I asked in confusion: "Is there something special about my house? It seems that you came to my house specifically to find me?"

"Yes, wasn't it just yesterday?" Rodney complained: "But the real owner was not here, so my trip was in vain. Fortunately, an adventurer said that someone had a fight with Harold, and it was a sword-wielding man. Yes, I immediately thought of you."

"Well, it's not too late to talk about these things later." I waved my hand and interrupted him: "Let's first talk about why Charles won't attack my house."