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"anyway……"

Mo Tan supported the surrounding wooden structure with all his strength and carefully kept a distance from Futaba's upper body, which he did not pay much attention to. At the same time, he looked around this dark and narrow space with some confusion, and asked curiously: "Are we already there now?" Surrounded?"

Futaba chuckled softly, and her soft-lined cheeks looked quite coquettish under the slightly hazy moss: "What, are you scared?"

"That's not true."

Mo Tan shook his head and shrugged: "If it's you, Futaba, I think there must be a way to solve it."

Futaba wrinkled her nose and glanced at Mo Tan unhappily: "You are really boring, can't you show a little more fear?"

"If it were anyone else, maybe, after all, our current situation is not good no matter how you look at it."

Frank Hughes rubbed back again, his tone calm and leisurely: "But Futaba, you will definitely find a way."

The girl raised her eyes, her mouth twitched and said, "Do you think I'm that fat blue guy?"

Frank looked confused: "What fat blue guy?"

Futaba patted (Mo Tan's) thigh hard and said impatiently: "Doraemon, you idiot."

Frank looked confused: "Dora...what?"

"A magical creature that can make any wish come true. It's blue in color. It usually lives in an oil lamp. If you rub it, it will pop out and grant your three wishes."

Futaba sighed, folded his arms and explained casually: "It is also nicknamed the Holy Grail. Because it is very rare, people often fight to grab it, so the Holy Grail War appeared, although it occasionally blew up. Then there are one or two cities or the world, but overall the atmosphere is relatively harmonious and loving."

[Holy Grail, what a war! Can your oil lamp make a Doraemon? Is your Doraemon a Lancer or a Berserker? Is it a Monster? It must be Monster! Is Ya's Noble Phantasm a bamboo dragonfly or an arbitrary door? You # ￥% are completely @\u0026* hopeless! Go to hell! Destroy your father immediately! 】

While Mo Tan was cursing hysterically in his heart, he looked at the woman in front of him with sparkling eyes full of curiosity, and scratched his cheek nervously: "Um...Miss Shuangye, may I ask where this moan is?" Travel story? If possible, can you tell me in detail..."

"Not a story."

Futaba interrupted Mo Tan seriously and said matter-of-factly: "It's something that really exists in our world. You can think of it as a kind of sport. Have you ever heard of Rolling Stone, which is very popular in the mage world? In terms of properties, they should be pretty similar."

Frank was shocked: "Aren't the sports in your world somewhat dangerous?!"

"Hey, I told you it's a sports event."

Futaba waved his hands and looked at Mo Tan with a 'rare and strange' expression: "Isn't it normal for a lot of people to die? Even if it's a little uncomfortable at first, everyone will get used to it as time goes by."

Frank twitched the corner of his mouth and made a rare rant: "Is this... a dead habit?"

"How can you say that you, a bard, are more serious than me?"

Futaba yelled at Mo Tan impatiently, and while poking her sizable chest absentmindedly, Futaba asked lazily: "Where were you talking about just now?"

Mo Tan thought for a while, then tentatively continued: "Are you used to death?"

"Who asked you this?"

Futaba curled her lips, and then lightly patted her forehead: "Oh, by the way, why are you not panicking at all? Do you think it's a sense of accomplishment to die in love with this lady?"

"Haha, Futaba, you are joking again. The reason why I am not afraid is actually very simple."

Facing Haru's rather ferocious lizard face, Frank Hughes looked at Futaba with a gentle expression: "Because I believe Futaba you will find a way."

The latter was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened in surprise: "Huh?"

Mo Tan nodded: "It's that simple."

"Why is it so simple? Are you a bit too idealistic? Why do you just say 'I believe Futaba you will find a way'? What if I can't?"

For some reason, the girl who suddenly became a little angry lost her temper.

Mo Tan just shook his head calmly, and his tone was very determined: "I believe you can find a way."

"Don't act like you know me well."

"Haha, I don't know why, but I always feel that as long as Ms. Futaba is on my side, she will be very reliable."

"Are you sure it's more reliable than cute?"

"I'm pretty sure. After all, Futaba, you're still cute even when your stance is different."

"I plan to go back and convey this to Diana exactly as it is, so that she knows what kind of scumbag you really are."

"Well, actually I've already told Diana, and she holds the same view as me."

"Shut up, you idiot couple. Sooner or later, you will be burned to death..."

Futaba kicked Mo Tan, and then sighed softly: "Okay, okay, I know you know how reliable this lady is. Do you want to see what's going on outside?"

Mo Tan nodded: "Is it okay? Is there any danger?"

"If the person next to you is Mei Fu Xiangluan, if you want to observe the situation outside, you may have to open an opening and stick your head out."

Futaba chuckled, raised his eyebrows and said, "But with my ability, I can certainly allow you to watch a live broadcast safely and painlessly."

[If the person next to me is Mei Fu Xiangluan, I am afraid that I have already mastered the shape of her breasts. 】

Mo Tan sneered in his heart, and then showed a very cooperative expression of expectation.

"[Mage's Eye] is one of the most basic and least potential arcane magics."

Futaba raised the corner of her mouth, raised her left hand, put her slender index finger on her left eye, and then stretched out her right hand, calling out a foggy mirror between the two of them: "But if you are right The understanding of magic is profound enough..."

[If you are profound enough, you will be promoted to epic level. It is none of your business. 】

Mo Tan complained briskly in his heart, but asked cooperatively: "What will happen?"

"You can develop some new features of considerable practical value."

Futaba snapped her fingers, and then the mirror with a faint mist between the two gradually distorted, and after a few seconds, it gradually turned into a clear wide-angle picture: "Just like this ~”

The perspective is from a high altitude, and the 720P picture is very clear. As for the specific content, it is a group of gray lizard hunters and supervisors who are armed to the teeth and are using extremely violent means to demolish this illegal plant, and the gram style is full of The latter is in passive defense throughout the process. To put it simply, it is constantly generating new, ferocious, and slippery tentacles from the 'wounds' on the surface, and then tightly restraining itself, like a young adult trying to resist in front of a mob. squid.

"This picture..."

Mo Tan swallowed with some difficulty and said with a stiff face: "It always gives me the illusion that we are the bad guys."

Futaba chuckled, shook his head and said, "Don't say that. If you look carefully, you will find that this little cutie is actually quite beautiful. You know, for the sake of aesthetics, I deliberately didn't let it grow teeth. "

Mo Tan pinched his eyebrows with a bitter smile and said dryly: "To be honest, when we met before, I was quite frightened by your two flowers..."

"Really? I think you were quite calm at that time, Mr. Haru Kutata."

Futaba smiled narrowly, and then without waiting for Mo Tan to answer, she gently patted the branches behind her and lazily changed the subject: "This child can probably hold on for about five minutes. Beyond this time, It can’t keep up with the nutrients it can absorb.”

Mo Tan frowned and was silent for a while before gently nodding: "That's enough. If we leave now, it will take five minutes..."

"If we leave now, this child will be torn to pieces by those damn lizards in at most thirty seconds, and then you will be torn to pieces too. As for poor Maeve, tsk tsk, I'm afraid it will be in a more tragic way. go to hell."

Speaking of this, Shuangye suddenly glared at Mo Tan fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "You guys really have no sympathy at all. You were able to say such outrageous words to Miss Meifu before. Is that what happened? Is this your true face?"

Mo Tan shrugged innocently and said with a wry smile: "There is no way. If the Ms. Meifu in front of me is indeed herself, and she happens to be in that very dangerous mental state, I can use a relatively tough method to make her do it." Understanding the situation is my only choice. To be honest, Futaba, your acting is so similar."

"To each other."

'Meifu' raised her hand to touch 'Haru''s cheek affectionately, and said with a smile: "You are not bad either, Mr. Frank, but don't tell me that all bards are as versatile as you."

Speaking of this, Meifu's bright eyes became extraordinarily deep.

"The main reason why I chose to become a bard instead of taking the path that others kindly helped me plan was because of my yearning for the characters in the story."

Frank looked away and said leisurely: "In the story, whether they are heroes or small characters, their lives are far more exciting than the ones I have experienced, so for a long time... Oh, forget it. In short, although I no longer think that way, if I want to play a character in a story, even if it is a brand new story for me, I will try my best to interpret that person well using my imagination. "

Futaba rolled her eyes and asked casually: "Needless to say, the person who made you change your mind must be our Diana?"

"She is the most beautiful story."

Frank subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, and the light in his eyes was happy and bright: "This is the only reason for me to play the character of 'Frank Hughes' well."

Futaba sneered, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Pfft, it seems like you are not Frank Hughes."

"Frank Hughes is the role I was born to play. I have no right to reject him, but I have no obligation to like him either."

Mo Tan's tone was calm and indifferent, as if the person he was talking about was not himself.

Well, although it is indeed not him...

"Haha, I always thought you were someone who was dedicated to making others feel that you 'don't have any story,' dear Mr. Frank."

Futaba smiled meaningfully, but did not continue to explore Frank Hughes. He just said leisurely: "Back to the topic, if you are not too stupid, you should still have one or two cards in your hand, right? "

Mo Tan turned his attention back to the 'live broadcast' between the two, nodded slightly and said, "Well, if it's just to buy time, I can still do something about it."

Futaba waved his hand gently: "I'm not talking about dealing with those guys outside. Before we meet with the big guys, you don't even need to move a finger."

"learn."

Mo Tan did not show the slightest surprise, but responded calmly. As he said before, Frank Hughes had considerable trust in Futaba when he was on his side.

"Divine magic is a very interesting power system. Although I didn't have the opportunity to study this kind of thing in depth before, after obtaining the body of 'Meifu Xiangluan', I still got a glimpse of some interesting contents. "

Futaba closed her eyes tiredly and said easily: "And this 'roadblock' we are now in is one of the results of my research. It has only two main functions, one of which is what you are looking at now. The [self-healing] ability, and the other is the excellent hole-drilling ability.”

Mo Tan immediately lowered his head thoughtfully and murmured in a low voice: "You mean...drilling holes?"

"Yes, in fact, it had completed this work a few minutes ago."

Futaba leaned on the branch behind him and said lazily: "And the reason why I didn't take you to transfer immediately is just because I wanted to recover a little more strength and discuss what we should do later."

Mo Tan was silent for a long time, then suddenly said in a confused voice: "Haru Kutata has a poisonous needle."

"oh?"

Futaba did not open her eyes, but nodded lightly: "Go on."

"Although I don't have the talent to make poison, judging from the notes he left... as long as I can successfully hit the target, even the opponent will be affected by the epic powerhouse."

Mo Tan gently stroked his wrist guard and said softly: "I understand what you mean."

Raising his little hand to wipe away the sweat from his forehead, Shuangye opened his eyes and smiled sweetly at Mo Tan: "In other words, even if the other party is the fourteenth..."

"It will definitely be severely affected."

"what do you need?"

"The environment that allows my needle to hit him smoothly, and..."

"What?"

"Deal the final blow after the poison takes effect."

Chapter 1,237: End