Chapter 26 Exchange of secrets

"The Lord of Hell," Ya said. "Sounds lovely. Is she a goddess too?"

"She is scary." Xianning said.

"How do you know?" Ya bared her teeth. "Maybe she's cute. You've never seen her..."

"Based on the information currently known. Similar threats will not work. Everyone." R added 32 - not to a fixed target, more like using his own voice to proofread the content received so far - mainly Zhi Fangcai expressed. He was surrounded by the melodious voice of the messenger.

There are not many willing individuals who would take this kind of voice seriously. But it does not include "branches". He turned his head sharply. "Say one more thing. I'll stab you to death first." Judging from the shape of the four slender nostrils, his attitude was quite severe.

"But similar threats won't work. Haha." Asimov chuckled, imitating the newsman's words. He puffed out his cheeks, intending to continue this annoying imitation. Ya tugged on his elbow. "We have to make it work. Uncle Willy Shaw said that. If the threat doesn't work, something bad will happen."

"What will happen?"

"Uncle Willy Shaw said it would happen - big joke."

They looked at Xiangzhi at the same time. I was suddenly in awe—awe of Uncle Willy Shaw. Because he was right again. It seems that just to prove that Uncle Willy Xiao is right, the fish-picking elder who was so majestic and proud just now seems to have fallen into some kind of joke. What inevitably happens after an overly positive expression of hostility is ignored is that he somehow failed to consider it.

Wabra had stopped screaming at this moment and retracted his paws under his belly. No matter what else happened, one thing is certain: the "Hell Lord Broadcast" that caused him so much pain has been terminated. His torture ceased.

Wabra stuck his head back into his wings.

"Trash." He mumbled. If he didn't say this, he would look like he was dead again.

"You have to at least tell me the content of those broadcasts. This is a must." Zhi said. Let your shoulders point and your fingers snap together. The fish-gathering elder now looks ruthless and extremely dark. "Otherwise I will really stab you to death. Then I will use your body to cultivate a hybrid of red and yellow snails."

"That's exactly what he said." Ya said.

"Maybe that's what happened," Asimov said.

"When will he stab him to death?" Ya asked expectantly.

"That's a question." Asimov touched his chin. "If this old man just stabs that old man to death, then we won't know what the novel news that old man just told us is about!"

Ya snorted. "So what if I don't know?"

"It will be boring. I feel a little bored right now. Uncle Willy Xiao said that if anyone feels bored, it must be his problem." Asimov took out his teeth and patted Sniffing Ning on the shoulder. "Let's go. Never mind the schedule. Let's sail."

They bypassed the R supplementary 32 that always maintained the standard state. Zhi and Wabra were in a stalemate - the griffin had not been stabbed to death. It showed that the joke was still funny - and a smile appeared on Asimov's face. They walked into the control room and started crouching down and tinkering with the tubes.

“Are these tubes for blowing or sucking?”

Asimov asked while poking at the holes in the tube - no finger could be inserted into those small holes, but as long as you put your mouth up, they would open to the appropriate size. “You say they’re for blowing whales, but you suck it all the time…right.

You haven't told me yet, what does a whale look like? Do they also live in the sea? Do they look like conches? Can you sing? I have never heard their singing! "

Xiu Ning was a little hesitant about this series of questions. Finally he lowered his head. "...Dad said this is the secret of our stall. We can't tell others."

This made Asimov even more excited. "I'll trade you a secret." He said.

"You have no secrets."

Wen Ning glanced at Asimov's bared teeth and shining red eyes, and showed a nervous smile. "I don't think so. People like you don't."

Asimov pouted. "Uncle Willy Shaw said. When you start taking things for granted, that's when you will be deceived."

Xiang Ning felt uncomfortable. Silence fell.

"Okay," he said after a while. "I tell you."

"Great! Let's exchange secrets! Which secret of mine do you want to know?"

"Need not……"

"That's not okay. You have to ask me."

"Then..." Xianning thought hard for a while. "Just tell me about that Uncle Willy Shaw. You guys keep talking about it. I want to know about him."

"Okay! What's the matter! We are his closest family! I know everything!"

"Okay. So..." Xiang Ning decided to start with the simplest one. "Where is he now?"

"He's-" Asimov replied cheerfully.

Then the smile solidified on his face.

"Where is he? He was in the village when I left. Later he told me to come back to me later. Before he was caught, we made an appointment..." He put a finger in his mouth and bit it. "He won't be washed away by the flood -"

Xianning looked at him sympathetically. "Everyone was swept away by the flood. The whole 'section'."

"No way? No way." Asimov frowned, but in the end he insisted and shook his head. "Uncle Willy Xiao should have something to do. He is quite amazing."

"How amazing is that?"

"Almost like me. Now I'm done sharing my secrets. It's your turn. Tell me all about whales!"

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"There's no mention of 'crumbs,'" Metz said grimly. Arrange the math paper. "We were able to lower the possible ranking. At the same time, a connection point showed similarities to an existence in our common database. It became a new breakthrough. And the whereabouts of Viri Shaw also It can be obtained quickly, which is undoubtedly a good progress.

Compute target transfer. As for the impact of Ms. Beelzebub's broadcast just now, which has not yet appeared, I will leave it to you to deal with it. That's it for now. "

He glanced to check and saw that the demon seemed lost in thought. "what you think?"

Icha nodded thoughtfully, as if she didn't hear what he said.

"What are you thinking about? I need your advice here." Yi Metz emphasized his voice and knocked on the table.

Yi Cha then slowly stretched out his index finger and pointed at the energy pattern mirror. "I was thinking about that joke."

"A joke?" Yimeizi's tone was unpleasant.

"Is that joke funny to you?"

The skeleton mage glared at the demon. The little flies buzzed and laughed.