Vol 2 Chapter 3907: The cloak is so cute

　　
　　 sounds a bit like that. In these years, if you don’t learn a little bit of Chinese, you can’t become a magic stick?
　　
　　 If it’s me, maybe I can only say something like this. Look, this scabbard is taken, and they are tender to death. When you become the landlord of this village, I will take you to a good place to enjoy.
　　
　　 Probably the meaning is not bad anyway...it should be.
　　
　　 "What mess is the mount thinking about again!"
　　
　　 Maybe I'm a bit too vulgar. Even the little King Arthur can sense the radio waves. A fierce and cute face is jumping around on my palm, and the sword dance of toothpicks is like a flower.
　　
　　 "No, no, I'm just thinking...Since you remember what the other person said at that time, you should always remember what it looked like."
　　
　　 "I don't know."
　　
　　 Look, I always lose the chain in the most critical place, I know.
　　
　　 "The other party is wearing a strange and suspicious cloak."
　　
　　 "You are talking nonsense, the cloak is so cute, how could it be weird and suspicious!" I was furious.
　　
　　 "No nonsense, no nonsense, just a weird and suspicious cloak." Little Arthur tried to recall the details of the time, and didn't even care about my presumptuous attitude.
　　
　　 "The hat...big, dark inside, look down on the face, the hem... drag the floor, and the sleeves have grown out of the boss. Pixel wears a cloak of several sizes."
　　
　　 "That's also human fault, not cloak's fault, how can you say bad things about cloak, it's obviously a strange and suspicious person." I argued for reasons.
　　
　　 "No mount is allowed to insult Ben Ang's benefactor!" Xiaobudian finally reacted, and the toothpick sword once again gestured up and down at me.
　　
　　 "Good, good." How could I breathe with one hand, it's impossible, it doesn't exist.
　　
　　 "Then listening to the sound, should you tell if it is a male or a female?"
　　
　　 "I can't hear it. I don't know the sound from my mouth. It should be an idea that sounds directly in my head, but..."
　　
　　 "But what?"
　　
　　 "But if you have to distinguish between genders depending on your body type, you should mostly be women."
　　
　　 "Really a fairy in the lake? Forest goddess?"
　　
　　 "Just leave it alone."
　　
　　 Don't leave it alone! Anyway, it's also your benefactor!
　　
　　 "Huh~~~~ finally remembered." Little King Arthur let out a long sigh, feeling relieved.
　　
　　 "You have been worrying about this problem?"
　　
　　 "The mount factor has forgotten my benefactor, don't you feel uneasy?"
　　
"Eh? Indeed... there will be a little bit." I thought about it, and felt like I felt it. For example, when I owe someone else money, but I forgot about it, the other party didn't seem to have any intention of collecting debts. Isn't that...
　　
　　 is cool?
　　
　　 looked at me shamelessly, little King Arthur couldn't stand it anymore: "If you want the other party to continue to help you now?"
　　
　　 In other words, have to continue to borrow money from the other party? That's really a bit embarrassing, because I can't open my mouth because I don't know how to pay back what I owed before. Mr. Lu Xun once said that if there is a loan, it is not difficult to borrow again.
　　
　　 People can borrow, but they can’t. Lao Lai like an old drunkard has a bad reputation and can’t get married at the age of a hundred.
　　
　　 "Yeah, just untie the knot."
　　
　　 Seeing King Arthur's face refreshed, I was also relieved, it can be considered that a problem child has been solved. This is her place. If she is upset, God knows what moths can make.
　　
　　 "But I still have a question, if I say it, don't you be angry?"
　　
　　 "Don't ask if you know Ben Ang might be angry!"
　　
　　 "……"
　　
　　 This is not the same as what I said, dear, shouldn't it be a script like "I'm not angry, you can ask", and then wait for me to ask and then beat me up? I can't pick you up like this.
　　 "Forget it, I still want to ask, if you get angry, just punch me."
　　
　　 I can't avoid being beaten anyway, I decided to rush!
　　
　　 "The question is... I asked Jeruka and the others, it seems that everyone is not clear, you... uh... what is... uh... I mean, why did you die back then?"
　　
　　 This question is very important, OK? Given the strength of King Arthur back then, it shouldn’t be a problem to live for thousands of years. Why didn’t he hang up inexplicably shortly after the unification of the mainland?
　　
But this question is indeed a bit inappropriate, mainly because there is no reference experience. After all, in reality, not everyone can come back from the dead, and then asked by others curiously, brother, what do you mean by the dog, say it, share it, and make everyone happy. Huh?
　　
　　 I was ready to hold my head and squat defense. Unexpectedly, Xiao Budian Wang fell into thinking mode again, his face was serious and confused, as if he was talking.
　　
　　Oh, yes, how did I die before?
　　
　　 I can only say that the living corpse is quite serious.
　　
　　 In order to awaken her memory again, I had to continue to play the image of a spiritual mentor.
　　
"So, I'm very curious. If I understand correctly the conversations you mentioned before with the so-called fairy in the lake, the meaning inside is probably to let you come back here and open the mysterious, carefree for you. The door to the world of the ideal hometown of consideration, a popular understanding, is like opening the door to heaven for the devout, and enjoying eternal life in the holy paradise, right?"
　　
　　 "It should have been this way." Little Arthur nodded, but his face showed disgust, as if to say that the heaven where the gods are crawling on the floor is also worthy of the ideal country in my dreams?
　　
　　 "Then the question is, since you got the key to the ideal township, why didn't you go to the ideal township, but died inexplicably, then was filthy...cough, resurrected?"
　　
　　 Very contradictory, right? Back then, I could go to the ideal country, but I chose to give up. After the resurrection, I have been looking for the ideal country. No wonder people don’t like you.
　　
It's like you got the admission letter of 985, disdainful, wiped your and threw it away. You have been out of society for a few years, your business has failed, you have debts, and you feel illiterate, so you want to pick up the yellowed letter in the toilet. , Go back to university, become a master, open a harem, recognize a big boss, take in younger brothers, study for one year, create Ali, study for three years, make rockets, and become a bodyguard after graduation.
　　
　　 I dare not write like this in the Chuangshiwang article.
　　
　　 I can only say that it is me, the old and new Oriental chef, the signature dish of shrimp and pig heart. After listening to my words, the little King Arthur fell into deep thought, and gradually his face showed a gloomy expression.
　　
　　 Wow, the terrible murderous aura that I had just sensed has gradually spilled out. Shouldn't I be physically sealed?
　　
It seems to be remembered gradually, it seems to be a heavy past, the gray aura that overflowed from the young King Arthur is darker than the dull lake, and the aura of murder fluctuates with her mood, and hesitates, like a handful The icy sharp knife ~EbookFREE.me~ keeps moving back and forth around my neck.
　　
　　 To be honest, the current Little King Arthur is very scary. Hey, he is like a demon that will fall at any time. Hurry up and remember the setting of your hand-run king!
　　
　　 In such a terrifying atmosphere, King Arthur had a low face and his voice was cold and scary.
　　
　　 "This king remembered."
　　
　　 "……"
　　
　　 Actually, I really want to reply now, as long as you think about it, let alone, your own life is more important than satisfying curiosity.
　　
　　 But I feel like I can’t save my life even if I say it, so this is a one-for-one or one-for-two proposition. I...I’m going to rush again!
　　
　　 "When I think about it, why do you...forget even such a simple thing...?"
　　
　　 How did I die... Is it a [simple thing]? However, from the perspective of memory, it is really simple. After all, such an important memory is generally difficult to forget.
　　
　　 "So...why?" I asked cautiously, my eyes daring not even to the palm of my hand. At this time, I would look at King Arthur and it would be terrible.
　　
　　 "Because, Your Majesty is tired."
　　
　　The answer to me was not the little King Arthur who was nagging in the palm of his hand, but a strange, gentle female voice full of nostalgia after coming to him...
　　
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