No, it can't.
If the itching continues, I'm afraid I'll really become weird...
"Not this time? Oh well, I'll touch you next time!"
Herbert found the loophole in Freme's words and made a promise on the spot: "It's a deal, let me touch your tail next time!"
"… "
Freme moved her lips and wanted to refuse, but for some reason, she did not refute and acquiesced to the agreement proposed by Herbert.
Although Freme was reluctant to admit it, she felt that itching was not a big deal and it would pass if she endured it...
Freme shook her head, trying to clear away the distracting thoughts in her mind.
Never mind, let’s talk about these things later.
Freme suppressed her chaotic thoughts and forced the topic back on track: "You, why did you suddenly appear? Isn't it midnight now?"
"Haha, I just had a sudden thought and wanted to see what you guys were doing in the middle of the night. Will it disturb your rest?"
Herbert didn't tell the truth - after all, the abstract reason of "to protect the hook from being harmed by others" was really difficult to explain to others.
Of course, Freme couldn't think of this either. After hearing this, she shook her head and said, "Sleep has long been dispensable to me. Besides, there is no difference between day and night here."
She said it easily, but it made the corners of Herbert's mouth tremble slightly.
yes.
What was the meaning of the alternation of day and night for prisoners like them? They were still trapped in this prison.
Herbert was trying to comfort her, but Freme didn't care. She asked shyly, "Then... will you come again?"
"Maybe? What's the matter?"
Freyme took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage to say, "I, I will sing again next time. Do you still want to hear it?"
Will he refuse
Will it
he…
"Of course."
Herbert smiled and accepted Miss Siren's invitation without any hesitation.
“It is my honor to hear such beautiful singing.”
He looked at Freme, who was obviously relieved, and chuckled:
"When the time comes, please sing a few more songs."
.
.
"He got away."
"It's still too late. He has completely fallen."
Under the bright moonlight, Bishop Thorn stared down at the mucus and blood on the ground and slowly shook his head.
"Where did he go? The Misty Mountains?"
But what the presiding judge didn't know was.
Just as he was thinking, a hunched figure placed his trembling hand on the door of the Third Discipline House.
Crunch.
By the way, the Third Commandment has another easy-to-understand name in the monastery -
Alien prison.
Chapter 40 Excellent Matching Mechanism
Prison without light.
Herbert walked slowly into the darkness.
This time, for some reason, Sfannie did not interfere with him, and he was not in a hurry to look for her.
He walked slowly in the darkness, secretly communicating with the evil god in his mind.
"Nenasha, does Freme's singing have any special abilities? Would ordinary people be hurt if they heard it?"
Herbert was not so dull as not to realise that Flemish's excitement was connected with the singing.
[“I think there should be some, right? Anyway, it has no effect on me, but I think it sounds pretty good!”]
"Okay, I won't ask you any more questions. Go and have fun."
Recalling Freme's panicked expression when she first discovered him, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he remembered her title of [Howl of Death].
Singing and death, aren't these two things related? Does her singing have a fatal effect
Many people couldn’t bear it and died tragically
If that's the case... wow, what a death rock siren!
So cool!
Well, that's not right. If that's the case, then the sin that Freme committed in the first place was really the subjective intention to deliberately destroy those ports
Is there some unspeakable secret behind this
Herbert pondered and deduced, and felt that the strategy for conquering Freme was becoming clearer and clearer.
Now, the relationship between the two has dropped from the initial "slight hostility" to "more than neutral, but less than friendly".
Let’s try harder, starting from the case at that time, and see if we can rely on these “truths” to continue to build closer relationships…
While Herbert was thinking quietly, Nenasha suddenly went crazy for some reason and said in a teasing voice:
[“Oh my! Come to think of it, you two have a really good relationship!”]
[“The girl even asked you out and wanted to sing for you again~”]
"Um?"
Herbert's right eyelid twitched as his train of thought was interrupted. He didn't know what "He" was doing suddenly, but his intuition told him that it was nothing good.
…What the hell
He raised his eyebrows and asked cautiously: "Why, are you jealous of her?"
explain!
Are you defenseless
["laugh!"]
[“I’m jealous? Haha, my lovely ally, you’re such a joke~”]
Upon hearing this, Xieshen chuckled disdainfully and denied it flatly, saying that this fact was nonsense.
[“I hope you can quickly get closer to them, have in-depth communication with them as soon as possible, and then gain the power to free me as soon as possible!”]
What could I be jealous of
What a joke!
"Haha, you better be."
Herbert curled his lips and sneered. He had gradually mastered the experience of communicating with Nenasha in the past two days.
This self-proclaimed great evil god is actually a pure drama queen who suffers from intermittent madness, acts out at any time, talks nonsense, and only trusts punctuation marks in his words.
The bad news is that it's tiring to get along with them and you need to be careful all the time.
If you are not smart enough, you will really fall into the trap of words and become a pitiful plaything in the hands of a bad woman just like Tom.
And there is good news, too.
He is a similar type of player, and is also a tough guy.
It's the same substitute, and the purity of its madness is no less than that of Nenasha!
The two of them are almost equally talented in making people speechless...
It's like the son of a potato and a potato meeting the hybrid of a yam and a potato head. They are evenly matched and equally matched.
I have to say.
Damn, this is such an excellent matching mechanism!
The two men argued and pulled each other for a while. Herbert knew that he couldn't get anything out of them, so he was the first to call it a day and wait for the next fight.
Finally, he casually said, "Come to think of it, I really want to hear your singing."
In fact, Herbert himself didn't really think much about this, it was just a casual remark after the atmosphere reached this point.
But unexpectedly, it seemed to accidentally penetrate the opponent's solid defense and directly silenced the chattering Nenasha.
[“…listen to my singing?”]
After a long silence, Nenasha chuckled, then hummed meaningfully and said:
[“If you want to listen, I can sing, but… if I were to sing, many people would die.”]
[“So, do you want to listen now?”]
Um
Herbert frowned, feeling as if he had touched upon the key point.
But at the same time, there was a sense of crisis in his heart that he might lose everything at any time and explode, which kept reminding him - take it easy and don't mess around!
If one thing goes wrong, it might explode completely.
After hesitating for a while, Herbert finally chose a conservative approach. He did not respond directly, but changed the subject and asked:
"Well, I didn't ask you to sing it to other people. It's just in my head. It shouldn't hurt anyone, right?"
I'm the only one listening, I'm not an out-and-out dog!
[“Well~it’s hard to say.”] The evil god’s laughter was very subtle, making Herbert feel extremely unsure.
Can't try anymore.
"Then let's wait for the next opportunity!"
Herbert decisively chose to escape temporarily, but he was unwilling to retreat like this, so he took the initiative and said, "I'll wait until you want to sing for me someday!"
"I say, you evil god, you need to be more self-aware and proactively propose things instead of always asking me, don't you think?"
Herbert transformed into a fighter and used the power of the little pink book to kidnap the evil god.
My dear little comrade, you have to learn to provide emotional value with insight!
One can't help but sigh - magic is really useful!
[“Puchi, haha, you wish for that!”]
Nenasha was successfully amused by him, and her mood returned to normal. She said jokingly: [“Haha, you are so humorous~ It turns out that choosing you is the right choice.”]
"Really? I think I'm pretty funny too."
Herbert secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had gotten through this hurdle.
Then, after relaxing, he smiled casually and said, "Of course you can only choose me! After all, you have made the others look so terrible."
He was a good ascetic monk, but he turned into a grass carp brother.
How cruel.
Alas, evil god, alas.
But what Herbert didn't expect was that after hearing what he said, Nenasha gave him a question mark.
["Um?"]
"… Um?"
Herbert suddenly realized that something was wrong, stopped in his tracks, and widened his eyes.