This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

On the fifth day of Karl's return, the Sparks were completely in his hands.

For the past five days, with the power of Fu Shiyu, Karl held the Spark family high up firmly in his hands in a forceful posture, or coercion, or lure.

Although some means are less glorious, at least not a single voice in the Sparks can be heard against him now.

“Congratulations! ”

Fushiyu came to the floor window with red wine.

Carl retracted his gaze from the window and then turned around and looked at the glass that Fu Shiyu handed over, and he took it and gently touched it with Fu Shiyu's glass.

“Thanks!”

After Carl finished, he drank all the red wine in the glass, and his series of moves was like drinking beer in a big row.

Fu Shiyu raised his eyebrows and said with some laughter: "Where did you learn that? ”

The Sparks were also considered aristocrats, and he remembered that Carl used to be very polite.

Karl played with an empty glass in his hand and said softly: "The night market downstairs from your apartment. ”

Fu Shiyu was even more surprised, “What kind of place would you go? ”

He knew, of course, that Carl was talking about the apartment in City A where he lived as a teacher, and if he remembered correctly, the street was full of platoons, or barbecue stalls and all that.

When Carl first arrived in City A, he used to say that the place was a dump, and he would never go there.

The smile on Fu Shiyu's face is a little narrow, but the eyes of drowning are still plentiful.

Carl avoided Fu Siyu's gaze. His curtains drifted slightly. “Well, I've been there a few times...”

The first time he went, he discovered that Fu Siyu had a great interest in the Night Xuan Morning.

Later, I went there more often...

Looking at Carl's divine color, Fu Shiyu stepped forward and lifted a strand of blonde hair on Carl's shoulder, sniffing gently: “It seems that something I did before broke your heart. ”

This tone is like apologizing and regretting what you did to Carl.

“Huh...” Carl didn't push Fu Shiyu away, grinning, "Fu Shiyu, you're really cruel. ”

He knew everything, but he was so heartless to him every time.

Thinking about it, Karl mocked himself. It doesn't matter to Fu Siyu at all. Why should he encourage his feelings?

“Really? That's more cruel than you've ever seen.” Fu Shiyu smiled, his anger flashed through his eyes.

Karl couldn't see Fu Shiyu's face. He just said calmly: “Maybe...”

Listen to his tone of light and irrelevant, Fu Shiyu frowned slightly and picked a frown: “Why? Are you going to stop obsessing with me and start a new life? ”

Carl was so stiff, was his performance too obvious? Or does Fu Siyu know him too well?

But none of that mattered, and Carl smiled slightly and swayed the empty glass in his hand.

“Like you said, I said I would never go to a dump like that, but that's because I didn't try. ”

Fu Siyu: “So? ”

Karl smiles: “It feels good to try something you never liked...”

Fu Shiyu hooked his lips: “Then what? ”

Karl glanced at Fu Shiyu and said half a mile later: "It shouldn't be difficult to try to forget what you like, right? ”