A foreigner.

There are no foreigners in Wales.

Alan pulled hard, and did not pay attention to any tricks of teasing fish. He just pulled a simple and rough deadlift. A small white strip about the length of a palm was pulled out of the water. He just took off the hook and was about to throw it back into the river. A white and fat figure in the distance flew behind Alan quietly, flashing two wings and slowing over Alan, grabbed the fish in Alan's hand with one claw, and then tried two force to fly away.

"You stupid bird, why are you eating this? Is it dirty?"

Allen looked at Xiao Huang for something that was not active, and he was the most active in eating. He was so fat and still ate.

And he was stealing food, and looked at its fat figure and cursed.

Who knew that Xiao Huang, who was almost flying, turned a big bend and flew back. When he passed by Alan, he threw the caught dying little fish next to Alan's recliner, then landed with his wings twice, and looked at Alan with his head tilted.

"It's almost dead, what's the use of you giving me!"

Gently rubbed the furry bird's head. Alan saw it curious, stood up and rinsed it in the stream with the small fish, cut off the fish's head with a knife, and handed it the fish's body.

Xiao Huang held the fish body in one mouthful, raised his head, moved his neck and swallowed hard. Alan seemed to hear an exaggerated sound of swallowing, and then.

This little fish was swallowed like this.

"Goungungungungungungungungungungungung! Go play by yourself!"

Seeing that the foolish bird had not tasted the taste after eating the fish, she was still waiting for Allen to fish with a cute look on her face. Allen waved his hand and let it play on its own.

"Do you know what I'm asking you to come back this time?"

Old Carl looked at the fat bird curiously and didn't fly. Alan told him to leave, and it jumped and ran away like a chicken, crossing his legs and running in the distance. It felt quite fun. Alan's voice came from his ears, which made Old Carl come to his senses.

"Hmm? Master, do you want to?"

Old Carl thought a little, nothing big happened recently

Theoretically, if there are some trivial matters, you don’t have to ask him to fly back at all. These things can be sent by email or fax.

"The wind has passed recently, but I have been unhappy in my heart!"

Allen touched the lounge chair, took out a small notebook and handed it to Old Carl.

After taking the thin notebook, Old Carl leaned his neck slightly back and narrowed his eyes. He was old and a little presbyopic.

There is no writing on the notebook, but a newspaper clipping.

There are pictures of several black people, and some comments they made in the newspaper.

When Old Carl saw this thing, he understood what was going on.

The young master is a little sensible, and everyone knows it. These are the people who accused him of sarcastic a while ago. Unexpectedly, the young master himself cut all the newspapers and posted them on the notebook.

This hatred

Not small!

If you can be so missed by an earl, these black men can be considered as smoke coming from the ancestral grave!

"Young Master, do you mean?"

Close the notebook, Old Carl asked carefully.

"People always have to be responsible for their own words, and everyone is the same!"

He hung a little bit of bait on the hook in his hand, threw the hook into the water, put down the fishing rod, Alan sat down again, and glanced at Old Carl.

"I've been enduring it for more than a month! Now the public opinion has long passed, and I want them to pieces!"

After licking his lips, Allen added: "Not only themselves, but their families must be together! These little American sluts thought that I could do nothing to them across the Atlantic Ocean?"

"I want you to let them taste the pain and despair, can you do it?"

Old Carl swallowed as he listened to Allen's cold voice.
Chapter completed!