Chapter 3907 The Cloak Is so Cute

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It sounds like that. These days, if you don't learn Chinese better, you won't be able to be a magician?

If it were me, I would probably be able to say something like this, look, I've got this scabbard, keep them tender to death, and when you become the local bully of this village, I'll take you to a nice place to enjoy yourself.

Anyway, it probably makes sense... probably.

"The mount is thinking about something else!"

Maybe I'm a little too vulgar. Even the little King Arthur can sense radio waves. He's jumping up and down on the palm of my hand with a cute and cute look on his face. His toothpicks and swords are dancing like flowers.

"No, no, I was just thinking...since you remembered what the other person said at that time, you should be able to recall what he looked like."

"I don't know."

You see, the chain always falls off at the most critical place, I know it.

"The other party is wearing a strange and suspicious cloak."

"You're talking nonsense. The cloak is so cute, how could it be weird and suspicious!" I was furious.

"No nonsense, no nonsense, just a strange and suspicious cloak." Little King Arthur tried hard to recall the details at that time, not even paying attention to my presumptuous attitude.

"The hat... is big, and it's so dark inside that it doesn't look good on people's faces. The hem of the clothes... touches the floor, and the sleeves are much longer than they should be. Pixel wears a cloak that's several sizes too big."

"That's also the person's fault, not Cloak's fault. How can you say bad things about Cloak? He's obviously a strange and suspicious person." I argued with reason.

"Don't allow your mount to insult Ben Ang's benefactor!" The Little King finally came to his senses and gestured up, down, left and right at me with the toothpick sword again.

"Okay, okay." How could I get angry with a hand? It's impossible, it doesn't exist.

"Then by listening to the voice, you should be able to tell whether it's a boy or a girl, right?"

"I can't hear it. It's not the sound that came out of Su's mouth. It should be the thought that sounded directly in Su's head, but..."

"But what?"

"But looking at the body shape, if we have to differentiate between genders, the majority of them should be vegetarian."

"Is she really the fairy in the lake? The goddess of the forest?"

"Whatever."

Don't worry about it! After all, he is also your benefactor!

"Huh~~~~ I finally remembered." Little King Arthur let out a long breath, feeling relieved.

"Have you always been worried about this problem?"

"The element of mount has forgotten your benefactor, wouldn't you feel uneasy?"

"Eh? Indeed... there will be a little bit." I thought for a while and felt the same way. For example, I owed someone else money, but I forgot about it. The other party didn't seem to have any intention of collecting the debt. Wouldn't that be...

Very cool?

Looking at my shameless look, little King Arthur couldn't stand it anymore: "What if you want the other party to continue to help me now?"

In other words, do you have to continue to borrow money from the other party? It’s really a bit embarrassing. I can’t speak for a while. The main reason is that I don’t know how to pay back what I owed before. Mr. Lu Xun once said that if you borrow something, you must repay it. It’s not difficult to borrow again.

You can borrow money, but you can't rely on it. An old drunk like an old drunkard has a bad reputation and won't be able to marry even if he's a hundred years old.

"Yeah, it's good that the knot in my heart is relieved."

Seeing the refreshed look on little King Arthur's face, I felt relieved. I had solved a problem child. This was her territory. If she wasn't happy, God knows what trouble she could cause.

"But I have one more question. If I tell you, don't be angry?"

"Don't ask if you know Ben Ang might be angry!"

"..."

This is different from what was promised, dear, isn't it a script like "I'm not angry, just ask", and then beat me up after I ask? I can't accept you like this.

"Forget it, I still want to ask. If you are angry, just beat me up."

Anyway, I couldn't avoid being beaten, so I decided to rush!

"This question is... I asked Jeluka and the others, but no one seems to be able to explain clearly. When you... uh... what exactly... um... I want to say, how did you die back then?"

This question is very critical, okay? With the strength of King Arthur back then, it shouldn't be a problem to live for thousands of years. Why did he die inexplicably not long after unifying the continent?

But this question is indeed a bit inappropriate. Mainly because there is no reference experience. After all, not everyone can come back from the dead in reality. Then someone asked curiously, brother, why did you bring it with a dog? Tell me and share it, so that everyone can enjoy it. Hehe?

I was ready to crouch down with my head in my hands, but unexpectedly, Little Little King fell into thinking mode again, with a serious and confused look on his face, as if he was saying something.

Oh, yes, how did I die before?

It can only be said that the transformation into a living corpse is quite serious.

In order to awaken her memory again, I had to continue to play the role of spiritual mentor.

"So, I'm very curious about the conversations you mentioned before with the so-called fairies in the lake. If I understand correctly, they probably mean that you come back here and open up that mysterious, worry-free world to you. The door to the ideal world of Utopia, to be understood in layman’s terms, is like opening the door to heaven for the pious to enjoy eternal life in the holy paradise, right?”

"It should always be like this." Little Arthur nodded, but there was a look of disgust on his face, as if to say, is the paradise where magic sticks are crawling on the ground worthy of comparing with the Utopia in my dream?

"Then the question is, since you obtained the key to Utopia, why didn't you go to Utopia? Instead, you died inexplicably and were resurrected by the dirt... ahem,?"

It's very contradictory, isn't it? You could have gone to Utopia back then, but you chose to give it up. After your resurrection, you have been looking for Utopia. No wonder people don't like you.

It's like you got the admission notice of 985, disdain it, wipe your butt and throw it away. After a few years of social life, your business failed, you are heavily in debt, and you feel uneducated, so you want to pick up the yellowed notice from the toilet again. , return to college, become a top student, open a harem, recognize the boss, take in the younger brother, study for one year, create Ali, study for three years, build rockets, graduate and work as a bodyguard.

No article on Chuangshi.com would dare to write this.

I can only say that it is me, the old New Oriental chef, who serves the signature dish of shrimp and pig heart. After listening to my words, little King Arthur fell into deep thought, and gradually, a gloomy expression appeared on his face.

Wow, the terrifying murderous aura I sensed just now is gradually overflowing. Could I be physically sealed?

It seems that she is gradually recalling it, it seems to be a heavy past. The gray aura overflowing from the little King Arthur is darker than the lightless lake. The chilling momentum also fluctuates with her mood, and it is like a handful. The cold sharp knife, sometimes far and sometimes near, kept scratching back and forth on my neck.

To be honest, the current little King Arthur is very scary, like a demon that can fall at any time. Quickly recall the setting of your figure King!

In such a terrifying atmosphere, little King Arthur's face was downcast, and his voice was cold and scary.

"I have remembered it."

"..."

In fact, I really want to reply now, just think about it, don't say it, your own life is more important than satisfying your curiosity.

But I feel like I can’t save my life, so this is a one-for-one or one-for-two offer. I’m going to rush again!

"Now that I think about it, why did you...even forget such a simple thing...?"

How did you die... was it a [simple thing]? However, from the perspective of memory, it is indeed quite simple. After all, such an important memory is generally very difficult to forget.

"So... why?" I asked cautiously, not even daring to look at the palm of my hand. It would be scary to look at little King Arthur at this time.

"Because your Majesty is tired."

What answered me was not the little King Arthur mumbling in his hand, but a strange and gentle female voice from behind, full of nostalgia...

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