"The great Master Willy Xiao happily returned to the tenth plane that was loyal to him, and helped Yi Chaint solve all the difficulties and all the puzzles in one fell swoop. Including those that had appeared before and are appearing now, And something that has never appeared..."
Willy Shaw stopped writing and tore out the page. He held it high and stared at it, pacing in circles.
"Not very good," he muttered.
"Anyway, it's too uneventful." He started arguing with the air in front of him. "It doesn't show the character's charm and character at all! There's no conflict! There's no struggle! And it's too short!"
"I don't think so! Rewrite! Rewrite!" he declared loudly after a fierce one-man argument. With a gesture of victory, he crumpled the page into a ball and threw it away.
The paper ball rolled into the corner and disappeared on its own.
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Even with the portal, corrected coordinates and full confidence, the journey back is not easy. Willy Xiao fell from a high altitude into a manure pit up to his thighs, and encountered a storm full of strange smells. A big green rabbit rolled in the wind and kicked one side of his face swollen.
The most important thing is that he didn't see another guy who was as miserable as him along the way.
When he set off from the Vientiane Forest, he was in a pretty good mood, but when he fell on the floor of the hall of the vampire castle and couldn't get up for a long time, he was already very, very angry.
"Let me go!!! Let me go!!!" He yelled angrily, protecting the oil drum with one hand and tearing away the gadgets wrapped around him with the other hand.
"Let me go! You've figured it out in the wrong direction!!" Those things also shouted, and they got tighter and tighter, wrestling with Willy Xiao.
The non-swollen side of Willy Xiao's face was slapped loudly by someone with a broom-like head, and something got into his eyes and nose.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!! It's me!!!"
"You are too dirty! Why don't you go clean it up!!"
After yelling these two sentences, they fought for another five minutes. Fortunately, Willy Xiao kept track of the time in his mind and had no intention of procrastinating. After thinking about it, he quickly used his hands and feet to crawl towards the room where the universal problem-solving machine was stored.
No one can say that he didn't work hard.
During this process Willy Shaw strained with all his might, trying to free himself from the entanglement, or to straighten up, or both. But when he and the guy who was entangled together rolled down a dozen long and deadly steps, bounced from one end of the corridor to the guarded golem to the other, and crashed into the eternal room with a "bang", they They were completely separated.
"I'm coming. I'm coming!! Five minutes left! Ichaint, brother Ichaint! Are you there? I'm here!"
Willy Shaw protected the oil drum and hammered the floor with his other hand. The soft and heavy Tuankeba was grumbling and squirming downwards from his spine to the back of his head, so heavy that he could not stand up for the time being.
no respond.
"I'm hurt!!!" Willy Xiao shouted loudly.
"Why are you shouting? My whole body is broken." The hair-knotted philosopher went down to the ground next to him and kept mumbling. He took the torn hair strands off his body and laid them out one by one:
"Standing there properly, I tripped over you and got beaten..."
"It was you who tripped me! And it was you who hit me!" Willy Xiao pointed at his plump cheeks angrily.
"I hit you and you hit me, isn't it the same thing?"
"Then how can it be the same! You tripped me and hit me!"
"I just want to emphasize the fact that is beneficial to me. The same goes for you. As for who tripped who, I'm afraid we will never know the truth. After all, the matter has passed -"
"It's only been a few minutes! I remember it! And other guys must have seen it just now! There are still traces left..."
"It's useless. Once things leave the 'moment', they will gradually become distorted. No one knows what happened at that time. It is useless to recall or record. This is the third article of the theory of relativity. Have I told you about the theory of relativity? ?”
"...Told me!" Willy Xiao was not angry.
"Have you forgotten why it's called 'theory of relativity'?" Tourist Ba asked in a serious tone.
"……forgotten!"
"That's right. Because I didn't tell you. It seems like the facts in our favor at this point are pretty close.
Tuankeba gathered all the broken strands into a bundle as thick as the mouth of a bowl. "I extracted a common point from all my theories and named it after it." This is the 'theory of relativity'. That is -
Quite a correct theory. "
Willy Xiao's nose was so angry that he was crooked. There was actually a guy who said in front of him that he was the most correct person in the world. The most annoying thing was that the opportunity to save the world was right in front of him, but he couldn't move past it, and he wasn't cool enough, and no one came to see it.
He jumped up high - and immediately sat back down in pain. Perhaps it was because of the lack of time, so Zhanint had not come to the eternal room yet.
"Both my legs are broken!" he screamed.
"Two thousand of my legs are broken."
Tuankeba threw the ball of hair packed with two thousand legs on Willy Xiao's head, bounced it back and caught it again. He laughed with a metaphysical laugh. "Did you find tung oil? Give me the oil and I'll add it to you."
Willy Xiao snorted angrily and handed the oil drum out. The anger subsided a little. After all, Tuankeba was his hand-picked companion. A knowledgeable theoretical elite. A reliable family member. Although practice has always been his weakness, he is still willing to...
"I can't move it." The knotted philosopher simply put the oil drum on the ground. Make a "boom" sound. "As expected, I still can't do such rough work——"
"Damn it!!!" Willy Xiao was so angry that he crawled on the ground. The universal problem-solving machine that is almost reaching the ceiling is like a growth golem. The mechanic's head is hidden under one knee, so small that it is almost invisible.
They are clearly right in front of us, but the distance of more than ten meters feels longer than the distance from the Source of Order to the End of the End.
Tuankeba stood aside with his hands spread out, watching Weili Xiao's slight progress.
Two minutes left. Willy Xiao dragged the oil drum flat with one hand and just reached the lower end of the swing. "Ask the other guys to help!" He panted and said to Tuankeba.
"Is it too late? Do you want me to analyze it for you?" The hair-knotted philosopher asked with concern, holding his legs.
"Analysis... It's too late! There's still one minute! It's definitely too late! But can anyone help me!!!" Willy Xiao was almost hysterical. "Whoever helps me will rewrite a biography with him as the protagonist and spread it to the whole universe——"
There was a light touch in his hand. Black smoke slid softly past.
"You returned on time. Master Willy Xiao." The Demon Duke's voice sounded beside him. With a smooth flowing sound, a barrel of tung oil was poured into the universal problem-solving machine. Willy Xiao lay flat on the ground, looking up with his eyes wide open.
"It has to be you! Brother!" He sighed.
"Are you okay?" Isaac scanned the shiny red buttons, pressed one near the waist of the machine, and turned to Willy Xiao with a toothy smile.
"I'm fine. I don't know why, but I feel completely fine." Willy Xiao said, getting up easily.
He was happy again.
(End of chapter)
