Chapter 1677: The monkey raised by the Memory Apostle?
"Okay, okay, I won't tell the truth, okay?"
After being warned by the look, the stickman had no choice but to spread his hands to show his sincerity.
"You...!" Kiana said angrily.
Want to hit someone! But he couldn't do it here, the aggrieved Qibao could only look at his Yayi, blinking his big eyes and complaining with his eyes.
"Mei, look at Him~"
Mei Raiden was helpless and reached out to rub Qibao's head lovingly.
And gave him a look of affirmation.
It’s confirmed, we’ll have to settle the score later!
"That guy even dared to fight with the newly born princess! With such a fierce guy, you think his brain might as well block a bug's intelligence."
On the other side, the stickman ignored Kiana's fierce look and chose to go all the way.
He had checked various rules and customs of human beings, and found that generally no one would take action in such situations.
As expected, after being bullied, Kiana could only complain to her lover Mei and seek comfort, but she had no intention of taking action in such a serious meeting.
"But there's no reason for Yulandel to lie to us, right?" Theresa refuted the matchstick man's conclusion.
Obviously, compared to an ancient god, they would rather believe in Yulandel.
Although in fact this is indeed very suspicious.
After all, only Yulandel has seen that senior, so no one knows what the real 003 looks like.
And in this situation of absolute information asymmetry, what she says is what it is.
But even so, they would not doubt Yulandel because of this, and this is not a reason to doubt their partners.
"Yulandel won't lie to us."
Theresa was very decisive.
"Then, what she saw was not the real 003!" The matchstick man's attitude was equally unquestionable.
"I can guarantee this with the face of the ancient god imprisoned in the crystal wall! The real 003 will never become such a stubborn old man."
"There is one thing He cannot let go of. That thing can turn Him into anything, except an overly stubborn...creature."
"..."
Although they thought it was funny for a matchstick man to speak so righteously.
but……
They, including Yulandel herself, really had no way to prove that the old man was the real Apostle of Time.
"So... we have received another incredible piece of news?"
The 003 that Yulandel saw might not be the real pioneer.
This news was like a bomb, causing turbulence once again on the lake that had just calmed down.
"Let's go check it out." Kiana suggested.
They are now able to climb to the top of the tree.
but……
"This is too dangerous."
Of course, Theresa rejected it.
And it's really not necessary.
"Whether the result is true or false, or where the real Apostle of Time is, these are not the most important things right now."
"It's not important."
Reaching out his hand, the bored stickman drove a pen, flew it in front of his eyes, and then controlled it to spin in circles.
"After all, that guy is pretty stupid and can't come up with any tricks."
After saying this, he raised his other hand again, driving another number of pens to fly up and spin.
He just sat cross-legged on top of Raiden Mei's head, with his arms outstretched like a head pendant, and two pens were spinning rapidly on his fingerless sticks, like two drone propellers stirred by the wind.
"In short, there is no need to discuss this matter. We..."
"Ok?"
Before he could finish his comfortable and relaxed words, a portal suddenly appeared behind him.
The matchstick man seemed to have sensed something and murmured in a low voice.
"There's a tingling smell approaching. Why do I feel like I'm about to be kicked?"
"Oh no! It's an enemy attack..."
There was a flash of lightning! A small foot stretched out from the portal.
Little Lei Lu leaped up, and the sound arrived before he even showed up!
"Stay away from my cabbage patch!"
A flying tackle and it's over!
Cabbage field, what is a cabbage field?
Of course, it’s where cabbage grows.
Then think about who is the cabbage?
Of course it’s our lovely Qibao.
So where did Qibao’s cabbage come from?
Of course it was brought by Mei Raiden.
So if you calculate it this way, is Mei Raiden the cabbage field of Xiao Xiao Lei Lu?
of course!
But now someone comes to dig up my cabbage field. How can I tolerate this?
So, this flying tackle was so sincere!
"Hey-!"
The powerful attack hit the stickman in the face who was caught off guard.
"Ah! Ah! Ah——!"
In shock, everyone could only see a golden light bulb screaming, spinning clockwise and flying over their heads.
Snap!
The whole body was firmly pressed against the glass, and after a short pause, it began to slide down little by little.
There was even a strange sound, like a wet palm rubbing against the glass.
It has to be said that when everyone saw this scene, they were not that surprised anymore.
They are already used to the noise that can be made by the little ones.
Take this matchstick man for example. Compared to the first time we met, his temperament now can’t be said to be drastically different, but it can be said to be completely new.
After being cleansed by the Internet and influenced by forbidden knowledge, he has become more and more like an indigenous person.
So at this moment, the stickman who was sliding down little by little exploded after being quiet for a few seconds!
"Who! Who!"
He jumped up and looked back angrily. The anger on his round head began to spread from the root to red, and even started to smoke.
"Are there any rules? Why are you using force during a meeting?! Is there anyone in charge?!"
"Where is the discipline? Where is the law? Where is the style? Where is the character?! Where is the martial ethics?!"
You see, this is what it means to show one's emotions on one's face. It's so vivid and lifelike that his head is almost like a boiled egg.
But when the angry braised egg... I mean, the stickman turned around, the burning anger in his eyes suddenly froze.
because……
He put his hands on his hips, raised his head, snorted, and spat.
The few members of the Herrscher Group glanced at the stickman with great displeasure, as if they were mocking his image.
Even during this period, she did not forget to tighten her small but round belly to prevent her image as a queen from collapsing.
But obviously, these were not enough to make the stickman calm down his anger instantly.
What calmed him down so quickly was...
"Why do these round things have the aura of memory master and apprentice..."
Out of curiosity, or perhaps to verify, the stickman flew up. The small man, about the same height as the little Herrscher, circled around them.
Then the little ones rolled their eyes in unison.
But He didn't care and instead coughed lightly.
“Ahem! You guys…”
"Is it the monkey raised by the Memory Apostle?"
