Chapter 3903: No Macho Man Can Refuse the Dress-Up Figure

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"The Promised Land? What do you mean?"

I scratched my head. I even added the word "initial" in front of it. It sounded unclear. What is the beginning of this year? Beginning, origin, and ancestor are very popular, just like mustard. Once added, it will be exciting immediately. .

In other words, it’s a trick. That’s right, I’ll just name you. I’m talking about you, the source of magic.

"There is no need to explain, you just need to know that this is a very special place for me."

"oh."

I finally noticed the different tone of the little King Arthur's words. When I noticed it, I could no longer disobey the meaning of the words and get to the bottom of it.

After a pause, I thought about changing the route, and then asked: "Can I ask, is this place so special to you because something very important to you happened here?"

For a long time, King Arthur was speechless, so I took it as acquiescence, and there was no other possibility besides that. The Promised Land, although I didn’t know what it meant, but it was impossible for her to be her closest relative. A way of saying it's buried here, right? That should be called the Burial Ground...er, no, it's more appropriately called the Resting Place.

After confirmation, it's time to ask further: "Can you tell me what important things happened here? Of course, if you are not happy, forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."

If you don't want to say anything, if you don't want to confide your thoughts to me, then you won't lead me here, right? I still have some emotional intelligence.

After another moment, I heard a heavy, dazed sigh from little King Arthur.

"forgotten."

ha? forgotten?

If that voice didn't sound sincere and majestic, I almost jumped up and threw her off.

Are you kidding me?

"Yes, I forgot. I always thought that I would never forget everything that happened here. It wasn't until I came here that I suddenly discovered that a certain scene in my memory had become blurry. Why, why is it so important? How could my memory become blurry? This is the beginning of everything..."

Listening to the confused murmur of little King Arthur, the anger in my heart suddenly disappeared. Although I was confused, it did not prevent my mood from turning 180 degrees, and I began to think about how to comfort her.

After all, what macho man can resist the temptation of a beautiful girl figure?

"Ahem, um, actually you don't have to be too sad. After all, so many years have passed. Look at me, I just spent a thousand years in a dream, and I almost forgot even my most important friends. The curse of time It is the natural enemy of all memories, and no one can escape it.”

"This king and you... hum."

She was trying to say that we are totally different, especially when it comes to memory, right? At least she knew I was trying to comfort her, so she stopped and snorted so arrogantly.

I’m not going to ask about the price anymore, I’ve decided to buy this figure!

"I forgot, why can I forget such a thing?" Little King Arthur continued to sigh quietly. Is this the reason why she has always been in a low mood?

I couldn't help but ask: "What important thing did you forget...?"

"The appearance of that man... has been forgotten. He was here right now, with his back to the sun, and appeared in front of me without any warning. His lips were moving. What did he say? I raised my head and stared at him. , what did he say again? Finally, he stretched out his hand to me and handed it to me..."

After pausing for a long time, little King Arthur closed his eyes in deep thought, and suddenly his eyes opened: "A scabbard!"

"That was the beginning of everything, the sins I carried, the legends I carried. This is the starting point of everything, the... the first... promised land that was given!"

It felt like the triggering of an incredible epic mission. My inner curiosity and desire for discovery were swollen to the extreme. The information revealed by Little King Arthur was so fragmented that I didn’t even know where to start asking.

Who is he, a man or a woman? So urgent! I really want to gossip!

Suddenly, I noticed that little King Arthur left the top of my head and fell behind the tree.

I was just about to stick my head out and cross the barrier of the tree to see what was going on, when a cold shout suddenly reached my ears.

"Don't look back."

What kind of scolding was that?

Like the king of gods hanging high in the sky, the supreme will came down, making the buttocks return to the previous position faster than the instinct, peacefully, without even daring to twist the neck.

At the same moment, the surrounding air changed.

The quiet place in the lake has turned into a battlefield of fierce fighting. In the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and even every inch of skin, you can feel the sharpness of cold and biting metal and the boundless blood. The sea is murderous.

I am not boasting, I have seen many mountains of corpses and seas of blood, whether it is mass graves, walls of bones, mountains of flesh and blood, spider holes, sandworm nests, skinning cellars, and the pots of fallen demons, even in front of all adventurers, I dare to say the last sentence.

What big scene haven’t I seen?

However, I had never seen the scene in front of me before. The murderous aura was so strong that it made my soul tremble. Just this substantial murderous aura gave me the illusion of being in a fighting battlefield.

The four-winged realm, the power of the devil, the strong mental power, and the knowledge of hundreds of millions of illusions inspired me to evolve into the illusion of standing on the battlefield.

It's not something I'm proud of, so I've never carefully counted them, but the number of monsters that died in my hands is probably hundreds of thousands, if not millions.

So, here comes the question, how many lives did the owner of the murderous intention have to kill before he could condense this kind of murderous intention? He might have sacrificed all the creatures in the Dark Continent, but that's about it, right?

I never thought that the little King Arthur who just released his momentum could give me such a shock. I thought I had been promoted to the four-wing realm and could touch her tail more or less, but it turned out that even her momentum was It was difficult to resist. Even when he faced Andariel because he was looking for the Holy See Mountain, his body didn't have such a big reaction.

Only then did I begin to face up to and think about the true meaning behind King Arthur’s sensational nicknames.

The murderer king, the genocide ghost, the executioner, the god of death, the butcher...

The things behind these seemingly middle-of-the-road nicknames are probably far from simple.

But the biggest question is, why did little King Arthur suddenly let go of his momentum?

It's probably not to antagonize me, right?

If it wasn't directed at me, then it would be fine. I wiped my forehead optimistically and found that it was already covered with fine cold sweat.

What does she want to do if she doesn't let me look back?

A rustling sound came from my ears, like the extremely subtle friction of clothes and an extremely smooth and delicate body, interspersed with some undisguised metal collision sounds, armor?

No, no, no, my figurine will change its clothes!

Crash, crash.

The sound of bare feet stepping on the water followed, and it was easy to think of some images.

No, no, no, my figurine has been released into the sea!

The sound of soft objects splitting the water surface, the leisurely holding of water, splashing, sliding, dripping... all kinds of movements are like a well-proportioned waltz in the water, which people can't help but imagine in their minds. There was a quiet and fragrant picture of a beautiful woman taking a bath, but my heart didn’t waver, and I even had some thoughts...

Go help.

Who hasn’t washed their handicrafts? Who doesn't? Still not a macho guy?

It's just that the noise is a little louder. How do you think a small figure that doesn't even have half a Gouna form makes such a loud noise? It's exactly like a normal girl's bathing movements.

As for why I know so much about how much noise is considered normal for a girl to take a shower...guess?

I thought about it, maybe it wasn't a picture of a beauty taking a bath behind it, but a picture of Nezha making trouble in the sea.

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