Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"W-Wait a minute—"

Snapped.

The wrinkled and rotating mirror melted, the body returned to the real world, and dark yellow poisonous gas rushed towards them!

Mori Yuesha hooked her index finger: "The Wind of Watum"

A thin but continuous stream of air swirled along the index finger, gradually spreading to the entire space: they blew up deadly poisonous fog and flowed through the hole in the wall - out of the wall that seemed to have been flattened by a truck. In a few blinks of an eye, the color in the air disappeared.

Of course, out of caution, Cobb and Arthur held their breath for twenty more seconds.

As the two men were helping each other to stand up, the sound of a door opening was heard from the direction they came from - where Cobb entered.

The first person to push the door was a tall woman with a cold face and lavender lipstick. Behind her were two people who were smaller than Mori Yuesha.

then…

"Mori Yuesa, this is too dirty. If I had known, we would have waited for you outside."

"No one asked you to follow me, fake noble."

They started bickering as if no one was around.

"I'm talking to Mori Yuesa, what does it have to do with you?"

"It's because of you that I can't ride a dragon with Mori Tsukisa."

"Aha, now you use 'ride'? Who was it that kept telling me in the middle of the night that 'commanding elves is immoral'? Mori Yuesha, Hermione thinks you're abusing and enslaving your dragon, and she suggests that you release Cookie -"

"SHUT UP MALFOY!!"

Cobb scratched the back of his head, turned to Arthur and said, "How about... you try Teng again?"

Arthur:......

The two men who survived the disaster exchanged glances with each other, while the girls on the other end were still arguing.

Anyway... hehe. Hermione saw through it. Draconian was like that, she said one thing, but she actually thought another. She was so happy to be able to hang out with Mori Yuesha, no matter where they went, just go for a stroll on the street.

"What qualifications do you have to criticize me?" White Peacock opened his small fan to cover half of his face.

"I'm more honest than you, parrot."

"Fried hair dog."

"You're like a slimy slug, Ms. Dragon? Ha, dragon shit."

"Plush loves you the most, Hermione. They will never starve to death following you. Even though you don't have gold, your nostrils are full of the food they love."

Hit, hit hard.

On to the wand.

Nagini was setting off fireworks in her heart while jumping and clapping under the fireworks - she kept a calm face, stomped over to Mori Yuesha, took out a handkerchief, and wiped her master's face.

"I think Howard shouldn't have left you a travel suit and a rapier. He should have made you an automatic dust mask." The maid pinched her restless little nose and wiped off the thin layer of dust on it: "Oh, master. What would you do if I were gone--"

"Cleaned up."

Nagini: I fucking...

Chapter 188 Atmosphere Destroyer

Therefore, the maid could not stay out of it.

After Mori Yuesha was cleaned up by the spell, she couldn't help but turn around and sarcastically said, "Your hands will never starve to death in the Muggle world. Not only can you be a cleaner, but you can also perform a two-person talk show for your employer--"

Then it became a three-person talk show.

Unscripted live version.

"Your sister...is it okay for you and your sisters to quarrel so much?"

Cobb and Arthur had already adjusted their states, and asked as soon as Mori Yuesha came bouncing over.

"Sister? Sister?" Mori Yuesha looked back.

Who?

"Not your sister? I thought all of you magicians were inherited from your family..."

"It's a maid," Mori Yuesha replied with a smile, "and a little lover. It's too dangerous to be my sister."

Cobb: ...

He once again confirmed the approximate ages of the three people who were arguing and the age of the girl in front of him.

…Arthur, where is your totem?

"Listen, Miss Mage. I'm very grateful that you came - no, where are we going now?"

Cobb and Arthur supported each other (after all, no girl wanted to support them) and followed Mori Yuesha inside: inside, not outside. She gently kicked open the wall next to the iron door, and a staircase up was revealed behind the bricks.

This was different from what the man expected.

Assuming that she could blow away the deadly gas by snapping her fingers or making some weird gestures, then she should be able to get him and Arthur out of here smoothly - not expecting to ride that ferocious-looking white dragon, but at least, she had to go 'out' first, right?

Mori Yuesha walked at the front of the team without looking back, looking very excited: "Don't you care at all who kidnapped you?"

No, now I care more about my life.

"I'm curious. Shall we go check it out?"

Are you asking a question?

“Affirmative statement.”

The two men exchanged glances.

Arthur: 'It seems I don't have much choice.'

Cobb: 'Yes, we are, thank you.'

Arthur: 'Isn't she a relative of yours?'

Cobb: 'I don't remember any young relatives of mine being so well developed.'

"I heard you."

The girl's cheerful voice echoed in the passage.

Going up three floors, there were more and more rooms. The maid beside her seemed to have a map of the place. She paused for a few seconds at each fork in the road and raised her hand to point in a certain direction. Draconian and Hermione knew a little about Nagini's life experience, but they had never seen it with their own eyes.

Then, a blood-red old door.

There is a strip of light above the door.

Not locked.

Mori Yuesha twisted the door left and right and pushed it open directly.

The room looked small, but it was actually very complicated. Nagini's tongue would occasionally swipe across her lips, and the smell guided them along the correct and safe path.

Then, lift the old-fashioned door curtain.

Behind a row of miniature surveillance screens, the culprit was wrapped in a blanket, leaning back in a recliner with a nonchalant look on his face.

As if waiting for their arrival.

one…

A pale and skinny old man.

Without waiting for either party to speak, Dom Cobb rushed forward and pulled him up from the chair, with half of his body hanging in the air.

He was so thin that he seemed to be just skin and flesh.

"..." The internationally roaming dream stealer opened his mouth without making a sound, but his expression was unusually ferocious - he stared fiercely at the calm old man in his sight, his anger stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a single word.

Who sent you?

- Oh, in addition to this failed mission, Kabul Energy Company will not let them go, and they also owe a lot of other debts. This question is meaningless.

Why are you doing this?

——Maybe it’s just a simple transformation?

Did you know I killed someone?

——There is a surveillance camera on the table, of course I know that.

That's why he pulled the murderer up from the chair without saying a word.

He had nothing to ask.

Things have happened.

This sickly old pervert...

The man bit the old man who was pulled in by his fist like a starving Michigan tundra wolf with eyes ready to eat him. The more indifferent the other party acted, the angrier he became - how could he remain calm after committing such an inhumane murder?

"Because I know the world, Mr. Dom Cobb. You can call me Jigsaw."

Lifeless eyes, low, soothing tone.

"I understand the world, and I understand people even better. Human beings need to be tested after they lose their respect for life."

boom.

The fist unclenched.

The old man fell into his chair.

He didn't care about the pain in his body, he picked up the blanket that had slipped off his legs and put it on with great effort. Then, he looked around at the people around him calmly.

Finally, his sight met that of the bluffing wolf who wanted to eat but never dared to eat humans.

"Most people don't know how to be grateful for their lives. As a thief, you don't deserve your body and the life you were given. Mr. Cobb, you are a villain who makes a living by spying on others and stealing secrets. Some people died tragically because of you - at the moment of life and death just now, you chose to repent, right?"

Arthur felt very strange about the old man who had kidnapped him. There was an unexpected sense of peace in his voice, and when he listened to him speak, he unconsciously wanted to lower his breathing - the young man subconsciously put every word he said into his head.

then…

He was hit hard on the back of the head by his partner.

Arthur is too young, but Cobb is not.

He was smart enough and sophisticated enough to understand the purpose of these words.

"You think I'll be grateful to you? Do you think I'll feel that you saved my soul after I escaped from the brink of death, and then start to let you control me like a holy child in the church?"

The brilliant dream stealer had come into contact with too many people with similar talents when he was young, including his father-in-law and those equally old people he met at the "old guys card game" organized by his father-in-law - when it comes to playing with people's hearts and manipulating language face to face, perhaps it is not his strong point.

But in another dimension, his "defense" attribute can be maxed out.

This is what I do.

Old bastard.

"I'll make you sit through the bottom of the cell."

"If the information I collected is correct, Mr. Cobb, you should be wanted." Jigsaw smiled, his voice still calm: "I am a judge, not an executioner. I gave you and Arthur a chance to survive - I never have to kill the players, everyone should have a chance to survive. As long as you abide by the rules and pass the level..."

Cobb couldn't believe that he almost laughed out of anger. "Who do you think you are?" he said, leaning over and pressing the armrest of the recliner, his eyes like a knife: "Do you think you are God? Or the Pope?"

Suddenly, Mori Yuesha interrupted: "Ah. Does he have that kind of fetish too?"

Cobb: ...

Miss Mage, you are such an atmosphere destroyer.

Arthur thought that Mori Yuesha should get along well with Eames.

Chapter 189 Witch's Chance

I don’t know if Jigsaw has that kind of habit, but Cobb won’t believe a word he says.