Chapter 181

On the bench on the street, three people sat in a row with a sandwich in their hands.

"Please, this is the food from some garbage dump. Throw it back quickly." Bazadze held up the sandwich with a notch in his hand and said with constipation on his face.

The sandwich tastes terrible. It's the worst sandwich he's ever eaten. I knew David shouldn't have bought it.

No, not to let him buy, but to prevent him from volunteering to buy.

On the way, David was like husky out of the house. He couldn't wait to write a few words on his face. In order to reduce the delay, he volunteered to buy dinner. They argued with each other, but it was useless because he had run away before they finished, and soon came back with some bags of garbage and handed them to them.

Gray watched basazze eat shit, silently put down a few sandwiches, took out the remaining barbecue from his backpack and handed it to basazze, "do you want to eat barbecue?"

"Thank you!" Bassaer couldn't help but take over the barbecue, shook his hand and threw the sandwich into the distant trash can very accurately.

Basazze gave a thumbs up. "Delicious. It's a commendable good habit. It seems that I have to learn from you, gray. I usually try to bring some food with me so as not to be hungry at the critical time."

"I always like to be prepared." Gray said modestly and looked at David, "do you want to eat?"

"No, I like sandwiches. The barbecue is too greasy." David said stuffy and went to fight with the sandwich.

Gray shrugged, tore off a small piece and handed it to little jasmine on his shoulder.

I have to say that little jasmine's talent is really great. They haven't found it once these days, and it seems that this talent is getting stronger and stronger.

"So, is there anything magical about this chair? We're going to come all the way here to eat this... Um... Incomparably delicious sandwich?" Asked bassac.

"Well, here... Here can let me empty my distractions and let me focus more on my study." David talks nonsense, bites his sandwich and looks back at a building behind him from time to time.

Bazadze ate the barbecue and looked back between David and the building to discover the mystery.

Gray was not curious at all and focused on food.

Of course he knew that David came here for a woman. He fell in love with a big woman from childhood.

Before long, the woman David was waiting for came out of the door, and his eyes suddenly turned into stars.

"It's for women." Bazadze shook his head. "David, give up. Magic is your lifelong pursuit, and hoffs may kill you at any time. If you are caught by him in the street, you will be dead."

"This girl is my angel." David said firmly, his eyes full of courage.

"As you said, she is an angel. How can an angel fall in love with mortals, and still... In short, you give up." Gray added casually, like a sharp knife into his heart.

David turned his head and looked at him angrily. Obviously, this sentence pierced his pain. Since the magic event ten years ago, his name of psychosis has spread all over the school. He has never said a word to the goddess again. Who knows the pain, "gray Sutton, you are always so self righteous. Who do you think you are?"

"The king? Rich man? handsome guy? philanthropist? dandy? Which title do you like? No, it seems that something strange has been mixed in. "

"Idiot, you're an idiot. You think I'm not good. In my eyes, you're not an ugly fool who thinks you're right!"

David yelled and felt much more comfortable after scolding.

Gray nodded and felt that what David said was reasonable. Judging people by appearance was really wrong. He also knew that this was discriminatory, incorrect, unfriendly and would be condemned, but he did not intend to correct it.

Discrimination in appearance has never been broken since ancient times. People always prefer those who look good and alienate those who don't look so good. It's not who does it, but the whole world does it, but his performance is more obvious.

"So, do you want to compare and see who is the real fool?" Gray evil smiled, showing his villainous demeanor.

"How?" David blurted out.

Gray looked around and stared at Becky, David's angel, who was leaving.

"It depends on which of us can win Becky's favor."

There was a flash of fear in David's eyes, followed by anger. He felt that gray was threatening him with Becky. "Asshole, you don't know Becky at all. How do you know her name? I don't allow you to hurt her."

Gray shook his head. "It's said to win favor. How can I hurt her? It's too late for me to protect her. As for the name, once again I walked past someone's door and heard the name. I just tried it. I didn't expect it was really her. "

"Considering your situation, I'm going to give you a minute to show fairness. Catch up quickly, or she'll leave."

David turned his head and found that Becky had gone out of a distance. He looked at gray angrily and immediately caught up with him.

"I'll tell Betsy to be careful of this guy who looks like a playboy." David said to himself.

After waiting for a while, they walked away. Gray got up and tidied up his clothes, ready to follow.

"Gray, it's just a few arguments. Don't take it to heart." Basazze advised that although Becky was not David's girlfriend and didn't even like him, he didn't want to see David sad.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to him. There are men and women friends and a pile of people digging at the foot of the wall. I'm just normal competition." Gray gave him a reassuring look.

"Don't let the dark side of your heart go, or it will devour you sooner or later, gray. Believe in yourself. You are a kind man and shouldn't care about such a small thing."

"That's right." Gray gave him a compliment. That's a good word. The chicken soup was full and he almost ate it.

But his heart is dismissive. Who wants to be a good man? He just wants to be a natural and happy person. In his eyes, it doesn't matter who is right or wrong. What matters is who has a big fist and who can bring more benefits to others.

Just like him, he ousted the old king and killed countless nobles and their soldiers. Their families and friends thought he was a bad man, but the people thought he was a good man, and those who followed him thought he was a good man.

Becky is not David's private property. What's the matter with fair competition? He didn't come hard, and he already deserved his identity.

As for the inner dark side, who is really a great saint?

Even if he can really become a saint, he doesn't want to be a saint. He is unrestrained and happy, plays around the world and does things everywhere. Isn't it fragrant? Why should he be a saint?

In a word, as long as you don't kill innocent people indiscriminately, rape and plunder, and act within the scope of the law recognized by people, you are a good man.

As for the scope of this law, it depends on what the world is.

The female owner is not the male owner, the female owner is everyone's.