Hey! Let's play cards

Sim came back to his senses and immediately pretended to be sweeping the floor, and heard soft laughter in his ears.

"It seems that our little brother Sim has finally come to his senses."

"I... I'm not, I... I... I didn't!" Sim quickly shook his head to deny.

"Oh! You're quite innocent! This is normal. After all, who wouldn't love that beautiful boss? You two are of the right age, and you're close to her. Aren't you brave?"

"I...I...I..." Sim was almost speechless, like a little boy who was at a loss what to do after his secrets were exposed by his parents.

The middle-aged drinker smiled faintly, then looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, lit a cigarette, and recalled the past.

"I once loved a girl, very beautiful and smooth. At that time, I was like you, hesitant and timid.

Later I left the town and became a sailor. Life on the sea was dull and boring, which gradually made me forget the excitement I once had.

One day, the ship I was on was robbed by a pirate called the Straw Hat King while passing through a sea area. Although all the goods were stolen, they did not kill us.

So, I returned to this town, and she got married, but I didn’t say that in the end. ”

As he spoke, a line of tears flowed from the corners of the middle-aged drinker's eyes.

"Uncle Willy, are you talking about Aunt Lily?"

"!!!How did you know?" The middle-aged drinker was shocked.

"Um... Uncle Willy, every time you get drunk, you tell this story. This is the thirty-eighth time."

"How is that possible? I'm not drunk! I'm not drunk! I... am... not... drunk!"

Bang!

The middle-aged drunkard tilted his head and fell asleep on the table.

Sim sighed.

If you can't drink much, don't force yourself to drink!

But Uncle Willy was right, and Sim couldn't help glancing to the side again.

……

At one o'clock in the morning, the Dawn Tavern was preparing to close.

After arranging the tables and chairs and cleaning the floor, Sim did not say hello and leave work as usual. Instead, he stood aside shyly, rubbing his two thumbs rapidly.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" the beautiful boss asked.

"That... is... I... I think... I think..." Sim hesitated and couldn't finish his sentence for a long time.

The beautiful boss did not urge him, but stood there quietly, waiting for Sim's next words.

Sim took a deep breath, smoothed his tongue, and said firmly and quickly: "There will be a new blockbuster movie released in the town cinema next week. I would like to invite you to watch it together."

After he finished speaking, Sim's courage that had just been mustered disappeared in an instant, and he added hastily, "It's just... just... to thank... the boss for his care these days. I definitely... don't have... any other thoughts... really... no! No! No!"

Sim shook his head vigorously, his face as red as a tomato.

Time passed second by second, and Sim was like a student waiting for his college entrance examination results. His heart had never beaten so fast, as if it would jump out of his throat in the next second.

In such a tense atmosphere, the beautiful boss finally gave her answer.

"Okay!"

These two words struck Sim's brain directly and stimulated his visual nerves.

For a moment, Sim saw that the whole world was glowing.

……

Watching the dazed Sim gradually go away, the beautiful boss couldn't help but chuckle twice.

“Funny kid!”

Just as the beautiful boss was about to close the store, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in the open space at the door.

"So this is your true appearance? Although I expected it, I didn't expect it to be so beautiful. It's even more exquisite than those two-dimensional goddesses."

The beautiful boss frowned, and invisible pressure dissipated.

"Did the darkness send you to kill me?"

It was clearly a question, but it was asked in an affirmative tone.

"Hey, hey, hey! Please spare me! I can't beat you." The Insect King who arrived spread his hands helplessly.

"Then why did you come here?" The White King, who was hiding in Maple Leaf Town, still did not relax.

"It's just to give an explanation to the higher-ups. The Black King is half dead, so it's easy to deal with it. But if it's you, there's no way to deal with it!"

The Insect King's tone was very indifferent.

"That's right! It's about to wake up, and your good days won't last long." The Insect King kindly gave another piece of news.

“So fast!!!” Does the White King know what the Insect King is referring to?

The ultimate fear is about to come.

"Yes! Haven't you heard about the Duel Tournament? Those people are preparing to gather the power of the whole world to fight against it."

The White King pondered for a moment and continued, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? I didn't say anything. Isn't this all your own deduction?"

The Insect King pretended to be dumb, as if everything that had just happened did not come from his mouth.

"I understand! You can leave now." The clever White King immediately understood the Insect King's intention.

The Insect King, who has always liked to slack off, does not want to see the world destroyed.

At least until Kingdom 2 is released.

"But before I leave, I'm afraid I need you to cooperate with me."

"How to cooperate?"

"After all, I'm here to kill you, so how can I not leave some wounds? Hit me twice! This way it will be easier to write the report."

"as you wish!"

Afterwards, the two came to a secluded forest. Just as the Insect King stood up, he saw a giant dragon burning with demonic flames swooping down.

The Insect King immediately shouted, "Fuck! Be gentle!

Chapter 479 is approaching

Dark space

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" A series of groans echoed in the endless darkness.

The Insect King was sitting in a wheelchair, his calf was in a cast, his body was wrapped in bandages, and a bottle of medicine was hanging on a bracket.

What a miserable appearance, as if he had just come off the operating table.

The Insect King leaned weakly against the back of the chair, his two stubborn fingers still persistently controlling the character on the handheld game console.

"Just a little bit more! Ouch! Wait until I get that piece of equipment, ouch!" The Insect King groaned while playing the game.

Whenever I get emotional, I accidentally touch the wound and cry out in pain.

Just as the Insect King was feeling both pain and joy, the darkness in front of him began to surge, and the solid black gradually formed a familiar figure.

"It seems your mission has failed!" Mr. T said mercilessly.

"Mr. T!!! Please forgive me for not being able to salute you, and please wait a moment while I save my game progress."

Mr. T: “…”

Suddenly I want to hit someone!

The Insect King saved the game leisurely, and then immediately became weak.

"I'm so sorry! I betrayed the Darkness' trust and failed to kill the White King. I was also severely injured by her. I'm afraid it will take three to five months to recover!"

As the Insect King spoke, he coughed twice, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Mr. T crossed his arms over his chest, without saying a word, and just watched the Insect King perform quietly.

"Ahem! Ahem! I, the Insect King, have devoted my life to the cause of darkness and shed blood for it. Even if I fight to the death, I still cannot kill the White King.

Alas! I failed to complete the task, and I am so ashamed of the darkness. So please punish me by sending me home alone to be locked up for three years!"

Mr. T's expression became increasingly ugly. He had never seen such a shameless person.

"Since you are so loyal, just commit suicide!" Mr. T transformed into a dagger and swung it casually, placing it between the Insect King's thighs.

The Insect King shuddered subconsciously, fortunately he didn't cut it, otherwise his happiness for the rest of his life would be gone.

"Well... I think it's still of some use. Maybe my injuries will heal faster?" The Insect King immediately indicated that he could still provide some rescue.

Mr. T smiled cruelly and slowly stretched out three fingers.

"Three months? That should be no problem!" The Insect King smiled awkwardly.

Mr. T put away one finger, now it's two.

"If it's two months, maybe there's a chance?"

Mr. T put away another finger.

"One month... Hey... Wait! Could it be..."

Mr. T retracted all his fingers, and the darkness around him suddenly began to boil.

"Fuck!" The Insect King pounced on his prey like a vicious dog, without caring about his appearance at all, and rolled to the side.

The location where the wheelchair was located was immediately torn to pieces by countless dark tentacles.

"Look! Isn't it restored now?" Mr. T said sinisterly.

The Insect King quickly calmed himself down.

So three fingers represent three seconds?