"Where is this? What is -" He stepped out of the cushion, stepped on a puddle of sticky liquid, and stuck one foot on it. Willy Xiao turned around with that foot as the center of the circle. Stretching and looking around. His eyes vaguely passed over the various guests of Yi Xingshan, and then he saw Yi Cha from a high place, so he roughly figured out the answer. "Afterparty. We're at Only Star Five. Oops..." He looked at the empty table and sniffed, "Oops. It's all over -"
"You came out just in time. It's a pity," Rastro said. "The carnivores are almost full now."
"I don't like it." The arcane scholar grunted and pulled out his leg, tearing up the small piece of carpet. He tried to shake off the rug, but it just stuck to more trash—detached insect wings, weird feces, and more and more mess. In the end, he could only walk up and down in a crooked way.
"It's okay. It's not over yet. Did I miss anything important? There should be quite a few..." Willy talked to himself, stumbled and kicked a few soft balls on the way, and threw himself on the edge of the long bar, two He pressed his neck hard with one hand and soaked his bangs in a cup of spilled crest juice:
"Um...what...what else do I need to do?"
Yi Cha narrowed his eyes at him.
"You want to find the ghosts of the Killing Realm and book a band for the funeral with an amplitude of 300. You also want to collect eulogies from me."
"Yes...I want to find the ghosts of the Killing Realm...I also want to announce a big event to you, collect...Huh? How do you know?" Willy Xiao shook his head, grabbed his bangs on the back of his head, and covered his face Holding it in the palm of his hand, "Brother Yi Chaint. You really know everything. I don't have to waste so many words with you -" His tongues rolled together.
"I will help write an article. Is this supposed to be among your requirements?"
"Yes. Okay. Great...that. There is no limit to the genre, just use it to your heart's content." Willy Xiao waved his hand and hit the light, so he put his red fingers in his hand and giggled. "You are still reliable. Brother Zhante. You are still reliable -" He continued to praise, and his eyes began to search the room again, drifting here and there, and finally settled on the vampire and the light spot.
"Eulogies. Feelings. Admirations. Good memories. Jokes. Sarcastic jokes. Arguments. It all works. The more the better. Friends and family. We gather together to express our condolences for such a living being. I hope everyone returns to the Star Council. Everyone of - everyone -"
Willy Xiao flicked his tongue laboriously. But this time his problem wasn't just his tongue. "What super important thing did I forget?" There was such an idiotic expression on his face that people couldn't help but worry about his mental safety.
Fortunately, there is no one here. After a few seconds, the mystic scholar relied on his own power to remember the source of the problem. He turned around in circles and searched among the guests with his eyes.
"Where is the amplitude of three hundred? Where is the protagonist of our topic?" Willy Xiao asked, rubbing his eyes with one hand, "We were together at the venue just now. Has it gone back? Let it come. I know that in the Returned Star Council There must be a few guys who find it too troublesome to write eulogies or attend... Veled is the one. He is really lazy." He all muttered:
"Do you know why, brother Yi Chaint? That's because they haven't seen it. They haven't seen Amplitude 300. They only need to see its cute little appearance and those two pitiful big eyes. Two big eyes looking at you - very, very convincingly -" He tried to make a "persuasive" gesture with two fingers, which didn't exist. "They certainly wouldn't be embarrassed to miss his funeral. Absolutely not—"
"Amplitude Three Hundred has disintegrated." Yi Cha said.
Willy Xiao blinked hard and looked at the devil stupidly.
Then he looked behind himself.
He turned around and pointed at his nose, an awkward smile on his face.
He looked behind him again.
"I'm talking to you. You. Veri Xiao." Yi Cha said, "Amplitude 300 disintegrated. Not long after we arrived here. In Carl's words, 'died'."
Willy Shaw spread his hands and shrugged.
"So it is very appropriate for you to collect eulogies at this time." Yi Cha added, "All members of the Returned Star Council will also be present - basically all members will be present at its funeral. After all, we have just witnessed its demise."
Willy Xiao nodded, then became uneasy. He seemed to be cold and moved closer to the stove. Yi Cha raised his hand and pointed to the middle of the two edible fountains. There were some floating debris there - bowls, spoons, hammers, shorts... If they weren't floating in the air and making strange noises like they are now, they would be easily ignored. .
"The ghosts are all there. Go talk to them before they leave," Icha said. Willy Xiao crossed his arms, followed the devil's fingers with his eyes, and swallowed. He took two steps in that direction, then stopped and scraped the floor with the toe of one foot.
"No...no, no, no, no."
He said, his voice sounding like he had just grown vocal cords. "That's not right. I just-I just...I just got here. And I haven't rested recently."
"The Luoshen Project is now under the supervision of Noro'er. You can stay here for a few more days before going." Yi Cha smiled half-heartedly, "And it doesn't make much difference whether you go or not."
"I haven't had any rest lately."
Willy Xiao didn't seem to hear the devil's words. He scratched the edge of the table repeatedly with one fingernail, "Brother Chaint. I haven't rested recently. I've been with that little guy. It also kept the stall area I have been told all the management methods. You don’t know, right? No, you know. Anyway, I haven’t had any rest recently.
I haven't had any rest recently, and I was even dragged into a meeting by you. I still have my own things to do. I still have to prepare for the funeral. I've been preparing for the funeral. I'm with the little guy all the time. And I haven't had any rest recently. "
Yi Cha's reaction to this ramble was quite dull. After listening to it, he just nodded and held his head motionless. Laslono became impatient: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Willy Xiao stared at them blankly. He pumped hard.
"I've made preparations. I didn't rest at all." He started talking again, speaking very fast, "I'm almost exhausted from preparing. There will be a perfect funeral. I didn't rest at all just because - —”
"In order to prepare for the funeral with an amplitude of 300. You have been preparing for the funeral and been with it all the time. You have not rested at all." Yi Cha said slowly, "I know."
"real?"
"Really." Yi Cha nodded.
Willy Xiao looked at him for a while, with a dull smile on his face. "You do know."
"Go. Talk to the ghost. For some reason, I have to deal with these gentlemen less now." Yicha waved his hand and called out Knob Four:
"If you have any questions, go to it. If you have any questions about the Killing Domain, go to it. You can also go to it about the amplitude of 300. They are quite familiar with each other. If you can't, go to me again."
The descendant of the resentful spirit appeared in front of the mysticist with an expressionless expression. "please."
"I'm really tired and dizzy." Willy Xiao shook his head, "Otherwise I wouldn't have fallen asleep—let's go, let's go—" He went to pat Knob Four on the shoulder, but his pat was in vain. He was stunned for a moment: "Let's go."
