Chapter 3794: Falling Into a Box

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"Speaking of which..."

Through my careful observation, I finally discovered a shocking secret.

"Our new dwarf teammates don't seem to be of much use?!"

Yes, from the moment I debuted, apart from calling me a silly boy, I have been extremely quiet and have been sitting in the corner, like a doll...

No, it's just a doll.

Although it fits the setting of a dying person who can be taken away at any time, but as an important supporting role, you should also have a role, right? The ability to talk bad-mouthed enemies is already his only ability. He has to show his effect and give this character some value and depth, right?

"It's not because Mr. Monkey cheated." Faced with my question, the little puppet said boldly.

"Why are you blaming me again?"

"Because the enemy was eliminated by Mr. Monkey as soon as it appeared, and Mr. Dwarf had no chance to show off."

That seems to make sense. Wait, can you blame me? The enemy is too weak!

I can't say this in front of Princess Loli. Maybe she won't be able to save her face and will directly show off the light god. Then it won't be Mr. Dwarf but me who will lead the dog.

"How about... I'll let Mr. Dwarf show off later?" Because of my own fault, my teammates lost their role, and I felt somewhat sorry.

"This is necessary, Mr. Dwarf, do you hear me? It's finally your turn to appear." Seeing my interest, the little puppet Longyan was delighted and patted Mr. Dwarf on the shoulder. The other party nodded silently.

Maybe it’s because he no longer has the energy to speak...that’s the setting.

The enemy came as soon as I asked, but I kept my promise and did not take action, allowing the villain to survive for more than three seconds for the first time.

Mr. Dwarf lived up to expectations and stared angrily. The two prosthetic legs under his feet kicked off the ground and popped out. His dying body seemed to have come back to life, exuding an eye-catching aura.

Oh oh oh, is it finally starting? Let me see, your foul-mouthed skills must be no less than those of the little dolls.

After all, they all have the same owner.

"You stupid enemies who are worse than monkeys. With me, Joe the Whitebeard, here, I will never allow you to harm Princess Athena even a hair. You must die!"

That heroic and fearless body shot straight towards the thousands of enemy troops in front. Rather than saying that one man was blocking the way, it was better to say that the wind was rustling and the water was cold, revealing a tragic and solemn look at death.

After all, it is a dying setting.

However, at the moment when we were about to come into contact with the enemy, the dwarf Mr. Joff, who we thought was dead, sank into the sand like a stone without any warning and disappeared.

"???"

"Okay, Mr. Dwarf has done his best. It's your turn, Mr. Monkey."

"???"

That's it? That's it? That's it?

I don’t even know where to complain, so I can only wave my hand to kill the enemy first.

The dwarf Joff emerged from the sand and spat out the sand in his mouth. When he saw the corpses of the enemies on the ground, he put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly, as if he had just experienced a big battle and defeated the enemy. Three thousand, exuding a heroic spirit soaring to the sky, no one else can be heroic.

"This... is Qiao Fu's setting?" My thoughts gradually dried up, and my words gradually dried up.

"Yes, if Mr. Dwarf hadn't restrained the enemy, Mr. Monkey would never have won so easily. That's the setting." The little puppet continued to brag.

"Okay, okay." In short, as long as you are happy, it's best to laugh until you wake up, then nothing will happen.

However, I have something to say, I can’t say it, but I feel that the little doll is completely insulting the skill of bad mouth. Are those words of Qiaofu just considered bad mouth?

I'm afraid you didn't learn this way of making milky sounds and smelling bad mouth from stupid third-rate pure romance dramas, right?

"That's why I said you are Mr. Monkey, vulgar and violent. Athena is going to write a novel with elegant writing style. How can you use those dirty words?"

"In this case, don't choose the bad-mouth skill setting from the beginning."

"But..." The little puppet hesitated, glanced secretly at the dwarf Joff who was sitting in the corner again and entered standby mode, and lowered his voice.

"But if the bad-mouthed skill is deleted, wouldn't Mr. Dwarf become useless? This would be too pitiful."

"..."

What she said was so reasonable that I was speechless.

Okay, let's put the style of the novel aside for a moment, but there's another thing I was really concerned about just now.

"Dwarf Joff...he was scolding me just now, right? He scolded me, right?!"

I don’t want to admit that I am a monkey, but I have no choice but to take the little doll one by one. Not to mention that I am used to hearing her screams, so what I mean is, was our new little friend just cursing in a roundabout way?

The enemy with a bad mouth is weak and weak, but one of your own with a bad mouth can kill you with one arrow in the heart?

"How can this be called scolding? I call it praise, praise!" The dwarf Joff, who had been stunned for a long time, finally spoke.

"What do you praise me for?"

"Praise that you are smarter and more powerful than the enemy!"

"No, I don't feel like I'm bragging."

"Would you like to think about it more carefully?"

"I remember you meant [you stupid enemies who are worse than monkeys], right?"

"Yes, if you understand this sentence in reverse, doesn't it mean that these stupid enemies are completely inferior to you, Mr. Monkey?"

"Is that what you mean?" I looked at the little doll, a little confused.

"I think so." The little doll hesitated again and again, then nodded heavily.

"Okay, let's forget about it then. The one who wants to praise me next time is not to beat around the bush. It's my teammates. Be bold and don't worry about it."

I was a little relieved, but I couldn't be completely relieved. I always felt that something was wrong, and I couldn't explain it. I could only scratch my head and laugh it off.

"It's this expression. It feels like Mr. Monkey is becoming more and more similar to Uncle Barbarian." The little doll gave me a thumbs up and praised me.

"Oh, which one is the most similar?"

"..." For some reason, the little doll was silent for a moment, hid behind Princess Loli, and did not answer the question.

"Come to think of it." I felt I had to get down to business.

"It's been a few days since we came out, right."

"Hmm..." The little doll disappeared, and Princess Loli, who was pushed to the front desk, could only pick up the guests herself. She responded softly with a thick nasal cavity.

"According to what you said yesterday, we can reach the depths of the desert tomorrow."

"Um……"

"After finding the ancient tomb, it's time to expose the devil's true face, break up the relationship, turn love into hatred, and fight to the death."

"Break up? Love or hate?" Princess Loli tilted her head slightly, and I have to say it was really cute.

"Forgot? Setting?"

"Oh...ohhh."

She seemed to finally remember, and to be honest, I started to feel a little sorry for the prince.

"Then here's the question." I clapped my hands and explained the pros and cons.

"If the Four Heavenly Kings don't appear, I'm afraid they will never have the chance to appear again."

"But..." The little doll continued to hang up. Princess Loli was shy and at a loss as she answered cautiously, as if I was torturing her villain.

"But the Four Heavenly Kings have already appeared."

"???"

When exactly? !

Could it be that a new plot is unfolding, and the Four Heavenly Kings have quietly lurked in the tent, right next to us, and are about to have a unique werewolf showdown?

"It was among the group of enemies just now."

"..."

It turns out that I was thinking too much.

In addition, after all, the weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings, the Manticore Queen, still had a line, but the other four Heavenly Kings were killed like cannon fodder. Isn't it a bit inappropriate?

"I...I can't help it, and I also want to see a wonderful showdown, but...but you are the one who killed them casually." Princess Loli felt a little aggrieved, blaming me for being too buggy.

Well...it seems to be my fault?

Sensing Princess Loli's grievance, the little doll also stood up: "Athena, I have already said that it is time to arrange Mr. Monkey, otherwise you will not be able to write this biography."

Wait, give me another chance, give me another chance! For the showdown with the devil, I guarantee a 50-50 split in the first three minutes, forcing back and forth, a textbook-style battle of wits and courage (suitable for reading for 0-3-year-old babies), and letting them read a few more lines!

"By the way, where are the teammates? The rest of the teammates!" In order to avoid being killed by the plot, I forcibly changed the topic.

When she mentioned this, Princess Loli became energetic and energetic.

"Actually, we already have new teammates!"

"Maybe we are among those enemies again." I looked livid, and if I continued to act according to this script, I would be exposed as a traitor on the next page.

"Clang Clang Clang!!!"

The little doll struggled to pull out a rectangular box from her rattan box, and once again used exaggerated movements and acting skills to point at the box, signaling that her new teammates were here.

"What kind of teammates are they? Playful elves? Or brave Amazons?" I couldn't restrain my curiosity and reached out to open the box. I found that it couldn't be opened. The little doll stood aside but was indifferent and had no intention of giving it. Opening the coffin of a new teammate... ah no, it's like introducing a new teammate.

"Open it now." I handed the box to the little doll.

"Open what?"

"Open the box, isn't the new teammate inside?"

"Why do we need to open the box? The box is our new teammate. Does Mr. Monkey want to dissect the new teammate who just joined?" The little puppet made a shocking reversal, which made me stand on the spot, and the bottle of moral integrity was shattered in shock. .

"No, don't be kidding, how could it be a box? Look at the shape of this box, it looks like...just like..."

"Like a coffin?"

"Yeah."

"It's just a coffin."

"!!!"

"Please allow me to introduce our new teammate to you. He is as kind and benevolent as an angel. He likes to stand on the moral high ground to influence his teammates and persuade others to do good. George, an orphan boy."

No no no! He must be an angel! Already an angel! ! ! It can no longer be used! ! ! ! ! !

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