On the benches on the street, three of them sat in a row, holding a sandwich in their hands.

"Please, this is the food picked up from the garbage dump, throw it back quickly." Basazze said with a constipation on his face, holding up the sandwich that had bitten a gap in his hand.

This sandwich tastes awful and is the worst sandwich he has ever eaten in his life. If he had known it, David wouldn't have bought it.

No, it’s not that he wants to buy it, but that he is preventing him from volunteering to buy it.

On the way, David was like a husky who left the house, and could not wait to write a few words on his face. In order to reduce the delay, he volunteered to buy dinner. The two of them had argued, but it was useless at all, because he had already run away before the two finished, and soon he brought a few bags of garbage back and handed it to them.

Gray looked at Bassaze's expression like he had eaten shit, silently put down a few sandwiches, took out the barbecue left from his backpack, and handed it to Bassaze a little, "Do you eat barbecue?"

"Thank you!" Barsaz couldn't help but take the barbecue, then shook his hand and threw the sandwich into the trash can in the distance very accurately.

Barsazze gave a thumbs up, "It's delicious, this is a good habit worthy of praise. It seems that I want to learn from you too. Gray, try to bring some food on your body so that you won't go hungry at critical moments."

"I always like to be prepared for any trouble." Gray said modestly and looked at David, "Do you eat?"

"No, I like to eat sandwiches, the barbecue is too greasy." David said in a depressed voice and went to fight the sandwich on his own.

Grey shrugged and teared off a piece of Jasmine on his shoulder.

I have to, Jasmine's fu is really amazing. They have never discovered these things once, and this fu seems to be trending to become stronger and stronger.

"When it comes to this chair, is there anything magical about it? We have to run here from afar to eat this... well... the delicious sandwich?" asked Barsazze.

"Uh, here... I can let go of my distractions and make me more focused on studying Zheng." David talked nonsense, biting the sandwich and looking back at a building behind from time to time.

Barsazer ate barbecue and turned around, scanning back and forth between David and the building, trying to discover the mystery.

Gray was not curious at all and focused on dealing with the food.

Of course he knew David was here for a woman, from a crush on to a big woman.

Not long after, the woman David was waiting for walked out of the door, and his eyes suddenly turned into stars.

"It turns out to be for women." Barsazze shook his head, "David, give up, magic is your lifelong pursuit, and Hofas may come to you at any time. If you are caught by him on the street, you will be dead."

"This girl is my manipulator." David was very determined, his eyes full of courage.

"You are all here, she is the one who can fall in love with mortals, and it's still...you give up." Gray added casually, like a sharp knife inserted into his heart.

David turned his head and looked at him angrily. Obviously, this sentence poked his pain. Since the magic incident ten years ago, his name of mental illness spread throughout the school. He never said a word with the goddess. Who can tell the pain in it? "Grey Sutton, you always think so self-righteous. Who do you think you are?"

"King? Rich man? Beautiful guy? philanthropist? Playboy? Which title do you like? No, it seems like you've got something strange in."

"Idiot, you are just an idiot. You think I am not good at looking good. In my eyes, you are also an arrogant and ugly fool!"

David cursed, and after the scolding, he finally felt much more comfortable.

Gray nodded, thinking that David's reason was indeed wrong to judge people by his appearance. He also knew that this was discriminatory, incorrect, unfriendly, and would be condemned, but he did not intend to correct it.

Discrimination on appearance has never stopped since ancient times. People always prefer those who look good-looking and those who are not so beautiful. It is not that anyone does this, but that the whole world is doing this, but that he is just a little more obvious.

"So, should I compare and see who is the real idiot?" Gray smiled evilly, showing his villain's style.

"How to compare?" David blurted out.

Grey's eyes turned around and stared at Betsy, who was about to leave, David's envoy.

"It depends on who can win Becky's favor."

A trace of fear flashed in David's eyes, followed by anger. He felt that Gray was threatening him with Becky, "Bastard, you don't know Becky at all. How did you know her name? I don't allow you to hurt her."

Gray shook his head, "It's all the time to win the favor, so how could I hurt her? I didn't have time to protect her. As for the name, I walked past the door of Ao and heard the name, but I just tried it. I didn't expect it to be her."

"Considering your situation, I plan to let you show fairness for a minute. Come and catch up, otherwise she will leave."

David turned his head and found that Becky had walked a distance. He looked at Gray in anger and immediately chased after him.

"I want to tell Becky that this guy who looks like a playboy at first glance" David said in his heart.

After waiting for a while, the two of them walked away. Gray got up and tidied up his clothes and prepared to follow.

"Grey, just a few disputes, don't take them to heart." Barsazer advised that although Becky is not David's girlfriend and doesn't even like him, he doesn't want to see David sad because of it.

"Don't worry, I don't plan to do anything to him. There are boyfriends and girlfriends and a bunch of poachers. I'm just a normal competition." Gray gave him a look of confidence.

"Don't let the dark side of your heart be, otherwise it will swallow you sooner or later. Gray, believe in yourself, you are a kind person and should not be scruples about this."

"That's right." Gray liked him. This sentence was so good, full of chicken soup, and he almost got over.

But he was disdainful in his heart. Whoever wants to be a good person is just to be a chic and happy person. In his eyes, it doesn’t matter who is right or wrong. What matters is who has a big fist and who can bring more benefits to others is a good person.

Just like him, he drove the old king off the throne and killed countless nobles and their soldiers. These family and friends thought he was a bad person, but the people thought he was a good person, and those who followed him and received his favor thought he was a good person.

Betsy is not David's private property, so what's wrong with fair competition? He is already worthy of his identity if he doesn't come.

As for the dark side of my heart, who is really a great saint?

Even if he can really become a saint, he doesn’t want to be a saint. He is free and happy, and he plays in various worlds and makes trouble everywhere. Isn’t it delicious? Why do he want to be a saint?

In short, in one sentence, as long as you have not killed innocent people, have not raped and plundered, and acted within the scope of the law recognized by people, you are a good person.

As for the scope of this law, it depends on what world it is.
Chapter completed!