Chapter 3905 I, the Scabbard, Recharge!

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Little King Arthur did not make a sound, but the slightly turbulent lake water seemed to be murmuring after receiving strong thoughts, directly conveying what little King Arthur was thinking.

Or maybe it's... little King Arthur's unique way of confiding?

In any case, the method of expression is not important, what is important is the content.

But...that's it?

I don’t want to complain about how boring the rise of King Arthur is. After all, orthodox historical chapters and dynasty changes are almost like this. They are nothing more than the general trend and the will of the people. If the soup is changed without changing the medicine, something weird will happen. , he became a ruler in some weird way, and stood firm, that's what is called weird.

It’s just that the important part was not mentioned at all, or the update was interrupted at the most important point, so you just keep going on! Who is that fairy in the lake? What is so magical about that scabbard?

What I'm curious about is how did you become the Elf Queen? No, I'm not interested at all. In my opinion, this is a matter of course. I'm only curious about her big baby. It's like dropping a pair of unidentified mysterious equipment of unknown grade that I have never seen before. But I didn’t identify the scroll. I’m really anxious!

If I had known better, I wouldn't have used the last identification scroll to wipe my butt. I should have used the scroll to return to the city. No, it should have gone back even further. I shouldn't have eaten some strange things in the wild and ruined my stomach.

It’s almost this feeling of torture and regret.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come to listen to what little King Arthur said. This damn out-of-context maniac, wouldn't it be nice to sleep with my king in his arms? Wouldn't it be even more delicious if she could rest on the only place where the pornographic maid could surpass her younger sister?

I am so fascinated by the figures!

When I felt regretful, the gentle lake surface rippled again, as if the previous scene was being played backwards. After the sound of water fell, there were rustling clothes and armor.

I had no idea what was going on, and I suddenly wanted to complain for no reason, "A certain well-known painter has come ashore."

While my mind was struggling with self-analysis, it suddenly sank, and the familiar weight returned.

"Did you wash it?" I breathed a sigh of relief, and the familiar weight came back with it, as well as the relaxed atmosphere. Just now, even if little King Arthur turned into a damn broken dog, I still didn't have the guts to stand up and scream angrily, It's all because of that damn momentum, which made the whole sky seem to be half shorter. The other half was tightly held by invisible hands. If I dared to offend in the slightest, the whole sky and the earth would be crushed together with me. .

To put it simply, it is the feeling of trampling an annoying ant to death together with the ant nest that has been trampled and half collapsed.

"It's all because the mount stinks so much that it makes me feel uncomfortable, so I have to take a bath and clean it!" The familiar weight and familiar tone made the corners of my mouth curl up slightly, but I couldn't ignore these words.

"You said I stink?"

"That's right."

"Actually, that makes sense." I sniffed my shoulders and arms. It was like this for a man who didn't take a shower at night.

"Not only do I stink, but I also have oily hair and will slip, so you should find another mount." Squeezing out a few tears, I tried my best to look reluctant and made a difficult decision.

"It doesn't matter, just pull out all the hair on the mount." Little King Arthur said, and then he actually took action. Damn it, I lost!

"Don't!"

"It's about to happen!"

"Pull it out again!"

"Just pull it out!"

"Even if you pluck out all my hair, I will still wax my bald head!"

Maybe it was my desperate momentum that calmed the little King Arthur. She slowed down her movements and hesitated for a moment. Maybe she made a comparison between hair and waxing, which one was more comfortable to sit on. She felt that having hair was better.

After all, if you have it, you can still pull it out, but if it is gone, it is really gone. Even the great King Arthur, the undisputed strongest man in the mainland, must learn to be careful and careful when facing such a ruthless mount.

"Let's go back to the topic we just talked about."

The breathtaking momentum is gone, and I am getting bolder. If you give me a board now, even if the lake is really a mirror, I can still surf.

"What topic? There is no topic. Ben Ang didn't say anything." Little King Arthur denied it flatly, but when she said this, I became even more convinced that the babble I just received through the strange brain waves was her talking. .

Ignoring her denial, I asked the question that concerned me most directly.

"What magical ability does that scabbard have? It can allow you to unify the continent under such difficult conditions. Even now, you firmly believe that as long as you can find it, you can do what you want to do." You also know that it is about resurrecting the dead."

"He didn't just die, he has been dead for hundreds of thousands of years." I suddenly remembered the scene of tearing Ai Wa'er apart with my hands and the fifth master's resurrection spell to save the scene, and added another sentence.

Then I thought, if the Fifth Master hadn’t come to the rescue, Ai Wa’er’s grandfather, who looked like the leading male protagonist in a female-oriented GAL or the first male protagonist in a female-oriented Danmei game. Brother Drew, will you tear my hands apart too?

"The mount doesn't understand at all, it doesn't understand anything!" Wang Zhen was furious. This time, he was served with a toothpick sword.

"I'm just asking because I don't understand. Tell me what kind of magical power this scabbard has."

"Then please listen carefully, I will only say this once!" The little boy suddenly stood up and raised the sword in his hand with a proud look, which made me even more curious about the origin of the scabbard.

"Tell me, don't worry, I'm quite confident in my memory, probably..."

"A dream come true."

The description was too short and quick, and I was ready to write down a list of heaven-defying attributes and abilities, and I was thinking of comparing it with the Salted Fish Sword. I couldn't help but wonder if I heard it wrong, and I dug my ears. Haha. A cry?

"Ben Ang said it only once. The mount cannot remember that the mount is too stupid!" Little King Arthur said that he was right.

"No, I heard it very clearly, it's just..."

That's it?

Is there just one attribute?

I was already prepared to despise the Salted Fish Sword and ridicule it, and I was ready with my excuses.

Look, you can’t even compare to a condom!

Is this the result?

A dream come true?

Huh...a dream come true?

A dream come true? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! !

Being a bad PE teacher, it took me ten seconds to react before I understood what this word meant.

Immediately, the first reaction was...

"Little one, you couldn't have... met a suspicious religious person, right?"

Right, right? The first reaction of normal people must be this. How can any good dream come true? God can't do it easily. It's like a medicine that can cure all diseases. Generally, this kind of bad thing will be given to you. When talking about reliable profit sharing, the first thing that comes to mind is either crab dumplings or a scam.

If there is such a good thing, then it is time to realize my dream. I want to eat and wait until death to have a harem!

If you think about it carefully, it seems that you can actually achieve this kind of thing through your own efforts.

Getting back to the subject, I held the little King Arthur in my hand with great sincerity, intending to use the experience and vision of those who were hundreds of thousands of years ahead of the mainland to let her know that she had been tricked, and that the sword was more likely to be from a certain businessman's family. The scabbard was slow to sell, so she came up with this sales pitch. As a result, little King Arthur believed it, hypnotized himself, and did whatever he wanted, and it turned out to be a success for her.

What can I say, what else can I say, profiteers save the country?

"It is not the scabbard that makes your dreams come true, but yourself." First, start with a topic and put forward arguments, and then use reasoning, induction, comparison and rebuttal...

"Isn't this a rude thing to say? Of course Su Ben Aung realized his dream!"

I have found a negative example, myself...

Um?

(Hissing) I can’t write this essay!

"No, you...you weren't cheated?"

“It’s true that dreams come true!”

It's over. It's more serious than being cheated. This little guy is so smart.

"Then tell me how it helped you." I calmed down and decided not to do anything. I first had a thorough understanding of this terrible fraud group, found its weakness, and killed it with one blow.

"It helped Ben Ang realize his wish!" Little King Arthur obviously wanted to be lazy, but the result was fine, and the process was not important.

"Process, what I want is process!"

"I'm tired. It's time to rest. We'll talk about it later."

"I beg you!"

"Well, since the mount sincerely pleads with Ben Ang..."

The little king moistened his throat. It seemed that she really didn't want to say it. If I could hold on for a while longer, maybe she would have to beg me to listen. As for how King Arthur would beg for help...

I imagined it in my mind.

I lost, but I didn't lose completely. I can only say that I lost the battle and won my life.

"After I got the scabbard, good things happened one after another."

"What good thing?"

"I met twelve loyal knights and a teacher who showed me the way."

"Where's the mount?" I questioned.

"Oh, there is also a strange mount with a very suspicious personality and behavior."

"..."

I was suddenly a little unsure whether this little king was talking about my predecessor, the mysterious red dragon queen, or whether he was mocking me.

"Do you think it was because of this scabbard that you met them?"

"I'm sure, it was because of Zhengsu's help from the scabbard that Ben Ang met them. It was because of Zhengsu that he met them. With their help, and of course, the most important thing was Ben Ang's own efforts. He successfully unified the continent, so there is nothing wrong with Su Benang realizing his wish, and the scabbard is also an indispensable partner."

"..."

I was silent as I looked at the little little king who held his head high and looked like a boss.

Well, I can only say that it is worthy of you, worthy of you.

"I see."

"It seems that Mount Su has finally understood. Although Ben Ang is very powerful, Su Scabbard is also very powerful. Dreams can come true, but the prerequisite is that Su has dreams and is qualified to have such a dream!"

"I know, I know, there is no need to emphasize over and over again that you are the most important and powerful one!"

"What's the matter with that impatient tone? It's arrogant and disrespectful!"

As I endured a new round of weeding attacks from the angry Little King, I gradually understood one thing.

That scabbard...

Could it be that it is actually a suspicious large-scale gay dating platform? !

Then the problem comes again.

Little King Arthur... how much has she recharged?

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