In other words, for Mervyn, the life and death of Charles is not important at all.


    This kind of words had shown the explicit intention of killing. Charles was slightly angry, but he still shook his fist with forbearance.


    Can you stand it when you''re forced to do this? Always watching the play and eating melons, drunk all night silently smiled and remembered the scene where Ellie shook her head and said she didn''t know Charles.


    Are these m people too arrogant and really playing with them as fools.


    Seeing that there was no room for further discussion with Mo Wen, Charles clenched his teeth and had a retreat in his heart.


    Yu Lan, who has been making all this into his eyes, knows that Mo Wen is not going to be kind. He sighs softly and reaches out to hold his neck.


    "Ah Wen, they haven''t done anything wrong. Let''s not worry about it with them?" she kissed Mo Wen''s chin like a spoiled child. Yu Lan''s two bright eyes were slightly bright, and the water was very beautiful.


    Being spoiled by LAN Baba''s small appearance, Mo Wen''s face immediately looked a lot better. He changed his previous irony and gently kissed Yu Lan''s eyebrows.


    "OK, whatever you say."


    Seeing the man who had just killed them become gentle like water, Charles couldn''t help pumping his face and forced himself to take back his eyes.


    "Cough." Yu Lan knew that he couldn''t see any favorite scenes as soon as he was drunk. He coughed and walked forward. Then he said to Mo Wen, "boss, shall we start with them next?"


    Mo Wen nodded noncommittally and looked up at Charles.


    "Mr. Charles," he asked in a pleasant voice, "do you have any comments?"


    Charles shook his head and looked at Mo Wen with a complicated face.


    "No problem?" Mo Wen raised his hand to Shun Yu Lan''s hair again and smiled gently. "I''m very surprised. You thought blue was dangerous before. Why can you let us join so decisively now."


    "Your strength has no reason for us to refuse." Charles smiled bitterly and sincerely said to Mo Wen, "but this zombie doesn''t bite you... Won''t it bite others?"


    Seeing Charles looking at himself solemnly, Mo Wen also solemnly began to abuse the dog, "if blue is willing to bite me... I am also willing."


    "No." Yu Lan refused straightforwardly and got the face pinching treatment of Mo Wen.


    Somewhat surprised by the interaction between ink and Yu Lan, Charles hid the dark color from his eyes and reduced his sense of existence for a moment.


    Talking zombies and prophetic demons? This is a strange combination.


    When he thought so, he glanced at Gail with some worry.


    Gail had already softened his legs under the pressure of ink. Now he stood beside him with a pale face and cold hands and feet.


    Still too young.


    He sighed in his heart. Charles reached out to hold Gail''s shoulder and whispered, "Gail, are you okay?"


    Gail looked at Charles and nodded stubbornly.


    He doesn''t understand that the team is theirs, but why do he ask these Chinese people to join his team.


    "Why do we have to take them?" Gail asked, clenching his teeth. "They''re dangerous."


    "Didn''t you offer to help them?" Charles shook his head helplessly and reached out and pressed Gail''s head.


    "But I regret it now," Gail said reluctantly, shaking his fist. "How can they treat us so impolitely!"


    God knows he was stunned when he heard that Mo Wen was going to shoot him. At that time, he just felt that his blood began to flow back, his hands and feet were cold, and even his heart seemed to jump out of his chest.