When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

Gabriel's words sent Kerry into contemplation. Gaborton looked at him, but he didn't care about Kerry's silence.

A moment later, Kerry suddenly called out: "Gab."

Gabor turned his head and looked at him, so unknown: "What?"

"Even if the mermaid will die, I want to keep him by his side."

Gabor was stunned by the extremely serious tone. He didn't understand why Kerry suddenly said something like this.

"Brother Kerry, you... so strange." Gabor came over and picked up the book with the mermaid biography: "Is it because I am too interested in mermaids? It doesn't matter, I can take you to see the real Mermaid."

So there is no need for such a strong possessiveness. Gabor feels that Kerry is possessive because he likes mermaids too much but cannot see them.

Kerry suddenly chuckled and shook his head, saying, "It's all right."

Yeah, how could Gabor know his thoughts?

Countdown to the New Year, and in two hours, Kerry is eighteen.

At the age of eighteen, a turning point in life, the rite of passage for all teenagers on the continent.

However, Kerry is destined to not get such a gift of adulthood, even if Master Guaguez is a friend with him, he will not change his fate of being bullied.

At the age of eighteen, Kerry held the wood carving left by her mother and entered her dream early.

The cooperation with Earl Guargues was more advanced than Kerry had imagined. The words and pleadings he prepared were useless. Earl Guargues was willing to cooperate with him.

"Although it's very presumptuous, I still want to ask." Kerry sincerely said: "You should be very clear about my identity, I have nothing to promise you. In this case, you are because of what you are willing to do with me What about cooperation?"

The Earl of Guaguas gave him an indifferent glance and hummed: "I need you to pull down your father, and helping you to go up is only when I pulled your father off the horse."

Kerry smiled, and his mouth fell, but there was a shadow in his eyes.

If it's really that simple, it would be nice.

Kerry told the Earl of Guaguas everything he knew, including some contacts between the merchants of the mansion and Earl Hilal.

Don't blame him for being ruthless, even if he didn't get what he wanted in the end, it was better than life now. In other words, with or without success, his life can only be better, not worse.

It is early spring after the year, the ice and snow will gradually melt, everything will recover, and his mermaid will also come back.

[Kerry favors Qi Yan by +10, current favorability: 60]

Returning to the Hilal mansion and continuing to be his own rice bug, he endured the ridicule and insults of his brothers. However, since Gabor came, no one beat him. It should be what the count asked him.

Time just passed through the fingers, no one in Kerry’s secret movements found out, because his weak image played so well. Those good people only remember how he was beaten and scolded, and ignored his growing eyes. Thick hatred.

Hate is definitely not born, who will think of how the mood will change every day.

Spring is blooming and the ice on the sea surface has completely melted. Kerry was very happy these days, standing on the reef every night, looking into the distance of the sea.

He rose one year and became taller and stronger. Even if he ate unnutritious food, he occasionally had one meal and no meal. He still grew up.

On the first day, without seeing the light blue that he liked, Kerry returned with disappointment and comforted himself in his heart. If it's okay, he will come back tomorrow.

The next day, there was still no figure that worried him.

The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day...

Kerry's comfort from the beginning, to a little evasion, and finally to the rain now, is only a change within seven days.

He was terrified, frightened, and afraid that the mermaid, like everyone else, deceived him, and then left him forever.

-Sure enough, he should not be let go.

[Kerry's blackening degree to Qiyan +10, current blackening degree: 10]

Qi Yan was swimming in the deep sea for a moment, and then there was countless helplessness.

Believe it, he got lost...

Although it’s funny, it’s true. Qi Yan lost his way and didn't know which sea area he ran to. He obviously had to rush back from the volcanic sea several days in advance, but he still delayed the business.

What is the degree of blackening is not a joke, Qi Yan thought about it, or used points to exchange the route map back from the system.

After seven days, Kerry did not see Qi Yan, he was extremely disappointed, and at the same time a haze hit his mind like a sprite.

——How can he not come back? He promised me! Will definitely come back!

Feeling dull, even a little crazy. Kerry returned to the mansion uncomfortably and was stopped by a familiar and strange voice.

"Hello." The woman's soft voice revealed a familiar trace: "Do you remember me? Kerry Hilal."

Kerry froze for a moment, looking at the voice, and a girl in a luxurious Phnom Penh dress stood there, her beautiful face less immature and more mature.

—It’s Nasha.

Kerry nodded and responded unfamiliarly: "Hello, Nasha."

"I said, you should remember me." Nasha came over in two or three steps and came to Kerry's side, trying to hold his arm, but Kerry quickly evaded.

Nasha froze her hands in midair, and the atmosphere was awkward for a while.

Kerry looked at her, moved her throat, and the voice that had been completely voiced changed with a little bit of young, hoarse magnetism: "Is there anything?"

Nasha was not annoyed and smiled dignifiedly: "I am very happy to be here again in the mansion of Count Hilal."

"Then, please invite the Virgin to the front hall. The tower on the side entrance is not where the guests should come."

Nasha's words made Kerry's already depressed mood even more unpleasant. She said that she was here to mock him.

"Maybe I said something that made you unhappy, but I'm also very happy to see you." Nasha didn't change her color, and she wasn't embarrassed and embarrassed by Kerry's "passing guest order".

Kerry didn't speak, and the ink-colored pupil looked at Nasha lightly, as if waiting for her.

But Nasha just smiled at him and didn't say anything.

Kerry was impatient and turned around: "The saint, please do whatever you want, I'm going back."

"Kerry!" Nasha finally called: "Don't you want to be stronger? Are you willing to be a rice worm for a lifetime?"

Kerry's footsteps went forward, and he turned back suddenly, staring at Nasha.

Nasha knew that she was right. She stroked the hair hanging down from the temple, and a trace of ambition between her eyebrows was bound to win. The voice is soft, but it cannot be ignored.

"Will you cooperate with me? Kerry."