There is no doubt that this is a barber’s victory.
Even the voting and voting sessions are no longer needed.
Because when the barber says this, it is impossible for anyone to support Cooked, and no one will jump out with him at this time.
It’s the same whether they belong to the eternal robbery cycle, or whether they were persuaded by Torvatus and belonged to the knowing curtain.
Everyone can give an answer except being cooked by a barber-that is, from the barber’s opinion.
The only loser is that his face is as black as charcoal
He is not only ripe, but also extremely ripe.
The barber knows clearly that he hates himself … That hostility and murder can be said to be a cover-up
But that so-called root
Because he is not afraid at all.
-just fraudsters and murderers dare to look at me like this?
Look, I’ll change my vest later, and I’ll arrest you if the loser comes here!
The barber thought maliciously.
At this time, the eyes of others at the barber have changed from more or less contempt to equality-a great degree of respect.
They looked at the strangulation with envy in their eyes.
Where did you steal such a good deputy?
Why didn’t our organization dig this up?
-before, even the most believe in the barber’s strangulation refused to recognize that the barber could say anything meaningful, and he was even ready to ask for help.
What Antoine Tovatus said just fits the needs of people in the place.
Fighting against angels is the crisis they face;
Attacking the church is the hatred inherited by their mage;
What makes urban people feel uncomfortable is that these criminal organizations have always loved to do things;
Make trouble for the company, which is what their coders expect.
Tovatus’s words are like intoxicating wine permeated with manipulation poison.
Unconsciously … even before I realized it, I was deprived of rationality and became the shape that Torvatus expected.
But then the barber’s words were like thunder.
They are very resistant to listen to and understand the situation, grabbing their hearts a little bit and grabbing them out of that intoxication-letting them wake up completely.
Nowadays, it is better to look back at the place and have a leader than to clearly recall that they have been dragged around by two people to constantly reverse and rewrite their thinking.
Although there is no projectile or blade, there is no doubt that there has been a fierce battle between the "discord" and the "barber"
It can even be called a war … an ideological war.
And their other people’s thoughts are exactly the chessboard controlled by them in the battlefield.
However, the young, junior and weak hairdresser just defeated an immortal and shattered his plot.
The look of that leader at the barber has completely chan.