honestly. He wasn't too keen on making a fuss right now, but there didn't seem to be much else to do. Willy Xiao was stunned for a moment, then shouted and limped towards the place where the oil drum disappeared - there was a huge crack in the ground, darker than the future of the world.
Willy Xiao dug through the crack and looked down hard, then straightened up and looked at the five ghosts. Now he didn't feel like throwing up at all, he was even a little hungry.
"The tung oil is gone. The world is over."
Without much pause, he clapped his hands mechanically. "Say something. Say something. Brothers." He looked at the ghosts one by one with sharp eyes and said to them. That kind of look was so sharp that every ghost who looked at it felt ashamed and felt that it was their own responsibility for not taking good care of the oil drum.
A ghost trembled and boldly raised his head:
"How about we go back and look for it?"
"Good idea! Go back and get another barrel of oil. Since we can find tung oil here, there may be some nearby. Good point. Very logical. But we only have three hours left now. Excluding the time to return, there are still two at most. Hours. The universal problem-solving machine can only wait for us for two hours at most." Willy Xiao had no expression on his face, spoke very quickly, and clapped his hands like a fish's tail:
"Think again, think again, is there any other way?"
"Other ways..." The ghosts made expressions as if they were thinking hard. Facts have proved that the efforts on their faces cannot replace the actual efforts.
"Unexpectedly..." they said in frustration three seconds later.
"Okay! Let's leave quickly." Willy Xiao immediately stopped clapping, used his hands and feet to get up in the direction he came from.
He crawled for five minutes, and the five ghosts were confused for five minutes.
Five minutes later, the five ghosts looked at his back as he climbed out ten meters in five minutes, and finally couldn't help but ask:
"Master Willi Xiao? What do you want to do?"
"Go back and look for oil."
Willy Shaw didn't look back. The ghosts had to take two steps to keep up with his efforts in five minutes:
"But you just said there was not enough time, so let us think of other ways."
"It's not that you have no other options! Brothers. I don't want to criticize - I guess it will be difficult for you to find a new barrel of oil within three hours." Willy Xiao climbed harder - although the speed did not improve:
"Then we have to use my method? Move quickly. We have to find a new barrel of tung oil in two hours, no, one hour and fifty minutes."
[In view of the general environment,
The three ghosts were stunned at once.
The remaining two ghosts were stunned for a moment, and then quickly shouted: "Three hours is not enough, why is two hours enough?" After shouting like this, the three ghosts also understood: "That's right. Three hours is obviously better than It’s two hours long!”
"It's not a matter of who is longer or who is shorter."
Willy Xiao hummed, "The difference is that one is my idea and the other is yours."
One ghost said, "Oh." One ghost said, "What?" The two ghosts were silent.
The remaining ghost said, "What's so great about you?"
Willy Xiao chuckled. No words were spoken. Of course, the main reason is that I am really exhausted. He finally climbed up the gentle slope and took a breather. He put his hands on his hips, raised his arms, and pointed not far away: "Look."
The five ghosts approached curiously.
One ghost said: "Wow!" One ghost said: "What!" The two ghosts cheered.
The remaining ghost said: "It's really amazing!"
Then they rushed forward and picked up the new barrel of tung oil on the base made of garbage. They poked the bottom of the barrel to check, and then nodded to Willy Xiao.
"I have to take it this time."
Willy Xiao solemnly announced. "How much longer?"
"Two hours and twenty minutes," said a ghost.
"Okay. Let's go."
Now a return passage is needed in two hours and twenty minutes. Viri
·Xiao looked around expectantly.
Sure enough, he saw another small portal a few steps behind the three-hour portal.
The wind howled.
Willy Xiao waited for the five ghosts to carry the tung oil to the door, then proudly took the oil barrel and waved goodbye.
"Goodbye. Brothers I met for the first time. Goodbye," he said.
"Goodbye! Master Willy Xiao." said the five ghosts, "We have known each other for a long time."
"That's right! See you later!" Willy Shaw said.
So polite and kind. he thinks.
Willy Xiao crossed the portal holding the oil drum.
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Yi Zha suddenly sat up and looked straight into the darkness in front of him. He said nothing, slowly recalling the signal he had just received.
"Are you leaving, my dear?"
Five or six nearby red eyes that were originally squinting came over, flickering, "I still have something to show you."
"Almost. My queen." Yi Cha touched the tip of his nose and thought for a moment, "What is it?"
"It's a little duck." Beelzebub said with a smile, "A little duck that likes to follow behind the devil."
"You mean a follower? A lemure?"
"Insect is not a word used to describe this kind of thing. My dear." Beelzebub said, and then sighed softly, "...I really can't let you go, my dear. I don't want to waste us at all. Time together. What about you?"
"I know." Icha said.
Beelzebub chuckled. "But he's your little duck. So you deal with it."
"Okay buzz," Icha said.
Beelzebub laughed.
She kissed him on the cheek many times and simply left with her dark area.
Fresh light illuminated a pocket falling in the sky. Yi Cha caught it, turned it over, and pressed on it a few times, pressing the bulge in and pressing out the deflated area. He penetrated the energy again and repaired the cracks inside.
Completed one set.
Pocket coughed up a big mouthful of sticky stuff and opened his beautiful light blue eyes.
"Teacher," Nesse said.
"You failed. Veled." Icha blinked at him with a half-smile, and then let go of his hand suddenly. Nesei fell a few meters before regaining his balance and flying up, struggling to hover in front of the Demon Duke.
"I never thought I would succeed." There was a hint of exhaustion in his voice. "But I will-"
Originally he seemed to have a lot to say. But he interrupted himself as if he suddenly woke up and pondered for a few seconds. When he spoke again, fatigue turned into something hard.
"I have something to tell you. Although you may have already seen it. But I want to say it myself." He changed the subject and spoke again.
"speak."
"Next month. Maybe this month. Fanatics will launch an attack on the Returned Star Council and Returned Star volunteers in the first world. There were originally thirteen attacks planned, but now they have been temporarily adjusted to six. Please pay attention."
"I know." Icha lazily put his hands behind his head and glanced at him with one eye, "Thirteen to six... could the number be reduced because a certain plane-level leader used the originally available resources? Are you almost using up all your strength in the attack? So this is your real purpose in launching a war against the Demon Lord?"
"That's absolutely not the case." The lines on Nesai's face tightened.
He wanted to continue to argue, but Icha waved his hand.
"Understood. I understand it all." He smiled, "Continue to fail. Walk in despair until you are broken into pieces. You have created your area of expertise. Little Velide. I have nothing more to teach you. You I don’t need to assign work anymore. Very good. So far.”
"You know this is a lie."
"But you know what I mean. Veled."
"Yes. I know." Nesai stared at the demon, "No matter what. Please be careful."
"Let's try our best to avoid encountering them in the future - especially like today." Yi Cha said. "Let's go now."
Nese did as he was told.
