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"What do you think of him?" Wang Anzhi asked tentatively.
“That’s why I’m here. I hope you can stay by my brother’s side at Kassel College in the future, just as you said you would,” the devil said solemnly.
“I see,” Wang Anzhi understood something. He looked at the devil’s face and couldn’t help but laugh. “No matter which Chu Tianjiao it is, whether he is an imposter or not, his fate is to watch over you and decide when to execute you.”
The devil glared at him. "I won't let him do that."
Wang Anzhi added, "It seems that the script going out of control has really had a big impact on you."
"Who do you think this is all thanks to?" Lu Mingze said resentfully, but in reality he didn't care and even appreciated it.
For a latecomer to gain an advantage over an early mover, learning from the great chess master of the Han Dynasty to overturn the chessboard and smash it down is a good strategy.
He wasn't the only one whose script was overturned this time, and that alone was enough to make him happy.
If the entire chessboard has been overturned, it's as if no one has been overturned.
That's right, the advantage still lies with him.
"Don't you want to get rid of that imposter Chu Tianjiao? That's why I sent the real one to you."
Wang Anzhi was somewhat eager to try, and he encouraged the devil to be his vanguard.
"Do I look like a stupid person?" the little boy mocked. "Killing him wouldn't have made any difference; it would only have exposed that I had already betrayed him."
"Do you think Loki will believe you?" Wang Anzhi asked with a hint of amusement. "Or rather, if the real Loki gets lost, who do you think Loki will blame?"
Is it the seemingly ordinary me? Or the junior sister whose identity you haven't yet revealed? Or perhaps you, his biggest partner?
Without even asking, it's clear that Loki would choose the devil he'd cooperate with.
"Heh." The devil chuckled insincerely, "Even so, he wouldn't break off our cooperation. I took away the real Chu Tianjiao, and he sent an imposter to spy on me..."
As he spoke, the devil felt increasingly uneasy. This name, as flamboyant as Long Aotian's, had actually become his lifelong enemy.
He waved his hand dismissively and said in an annoyed tone:
"Don't worry, I won't expose you and Jormungandr right now; it wouldn't do me any good."
Wang Anzhi nodded. He didn't want a fight to the death either. Right now, it was like a deterrent chain; he had deterred the devil, and the devil had deterred Loki and him...
No one dared to break this chain easily.
The devil stood up, looked at Mai Shude dressed in a black and white ninja maid outfit behind Wang Anzhi, and finally sighed.
"I'll give you the hempen robe, and I'll accept it from Chu Tianjiao as well."
He turned around and chuckled softly, "Finally, before we part, I'd like to give you a gift too, how about it?"
Before Wang Anzhi could raise any questions, the space in front of him was shattered like a mirror.
The dream is over.
When Mai saw that the hot milk in front of Wang Anzhi had been spilled all over the floor, golden bloodstains had appeared on the wooden table, and the floor was covered with broken glass.
Feeling utterly despondent as a maid, she quickly stepped forward and grabbed Wang Anzhi's hand, but suddenly froze.
She didn't see any injuries.
The female ninja remained silent for a long time, but she did not loosen her grip on Wang Anzhi's hand. Instead, she held it even tighter, as if she was afraid of being abandoned.
After a long while, the female ninja finally spoke and asked:
"he came?"
Although it is a question, there is a certainty in your words.
Wang Anzhi knew who she was talking about—the devil from just now—and didn't try to hide it from this person who was very familiar with the devil. He nodded.
"He just left."
"Did he say anything?" the female ninja asked again.
“He gave you to me.” Wang Anzhi would not hide this from him at all.
It is said that in ancient times, it was fashionable for scholar-officials to give their concubines to their friends as a sign of closeness, but it is clear that modern people like Wang Anzhi and Jiu Demai could not accept this.
Of course, if the recipient is the one being sent, that's a different story.
Mai nodded, turned her head away, and said in a low voice, "I'll go sweep up the glass shards."
The female ninja accepted her identity as a maid.
Wang Anzhi did not agree; he gripped the female ninja's delicate hand tightly and did not let go.
The female ninja's face was flushed.
An ambiguous atmosphere silently permeated the air.
It seems that the Little Dragon Girl next door will once again become a loser, just like she always has, a fate unchanged for a thousand years.
Neither of them spoke.
Just then, the metal door was kicked open with a "whoosh" and a grating sound.
Wang Anzhi released Jiude Mai's hand, and the female ninja also broke free from his embrace, looking warily toward the door.
Even though she had just harbored some romantic thoughts, she was still the peerless female ninja who had been trained for more than ten years and experienced life and death.
Standing at the door was an unbelievably beautiful girl. She wore a long, golden dress that draped over the ground. Her features were flawless, and she was just as beautiful as Xiaolongnu, even possessing a more delicate and curvaceous figure.
She stood on the door panel, looking extremely angry and domineering, sneering incessantly but remaining silent.
Wang Anzhi almost cried out "Xia Mi, save me!" when he saw the beautiful girl's cold smile, but reason kept him silent. He just quietly looked at the beautiful girl in the long gold dress.
Seeing Wang Anzhi remain silent, Shude Mai realized something and said in a teasing whisper, "Master."
"Master?" The pretty girl looked even angrier. "Wang Anzhi, the reason you didn't answer my calls or let me know you were safe is because you wanted to play cosplay with this Japanese woman."
At this moment, Wang Anzhi, who could remain calm even when facing the Dragon King and the devil, finally panicked and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Nuwa, I think I can still be saved... no, let me explain."
Chapter 88 New Dungeon: Ragnarok
"An explanation?" Nuwa walked in slowly with a cold smile.
At this moment, Mai Shude keenly noticed that the way this woman called "Nuwa" walked in was not quite right; compared to human walking, she seemed to be crawling on the ground.
However, the woman's elegant and domineering demeanor masked this fact, making it seem like an illusion.
However, Mai Shude, who had been trained for a long time, would not mistake the girl in front of her. Looking at the girl in front of her, she was reminded of the specialties of her hometown—the snake-shaped Dead Servants that occasionally appeared at night.
The difference is that the beautiful girl in front of him is not as lifeless as Deadpool; she is full of vitality, like a young girl in her prime.
At this moment, Nuwa had already walked to her side, her dark pupils staring at her. Although they were not the golden eyes unique to the dragon race, Jiude Mai still felt as if she were being stared at by a ferocious beast.
Don't dare to move.
After a long silence, she finally turned her gaze to Wang Anzhi, "Are you expecting me to say something...?"
Nuwa paused, looking at Wang Anzhi's slightly expectant eyes, before gritting her teeth and saying each word slowly and deliberately:
"'I pity him, let alone an old servant'?"
Wang Anzhi didn't speak, but the expectation and fantasy in his eyes clearly conveyed the same meaning.
In the blink of an eye, before even Jiu Demayi could react, Nuwa was beside him, pinching his cheek and gently breathing:
"dream."
After she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to the female ninja.
Jiude Mai couldn't help but feel a sense of horror. Just now, when Nuwa was moving forward with all her might, she clearly saw faint explosions in the air as she moved.
It was just normal, and it was even clear that the girl hadn't used her full strength, but even so, had the girl's speed exceeded the speed of sound?
Where did this monster come from?
In her memory, even Amaterasu, the newly appointed head of the Minamoto family in her hometown, and the "Royal-level" hybrid Minamoto Chisei, were far inferior to this girl.
Judging from her performance alone, Mai Shude even felt that if she raised her hand, the other woman could easily slit her throat.
The female ninja looked at her new master with pity. It wasn't that she didn't try, but her efforts were futile; he could only hope for the best.
"Who is she?" Nuwa coldly sized up the female ninja and asked.
"Wine Virtue and Hemp Robe," Wang Anzhi said honestly. "This is the maid I found for you."
"Two," Mai thought to herself. She was now the maid of two mistresses.
"Heh," Nuwa sneered, "I have so many maids in my house that I can't even recognize them all, why would I need you to find some for me?"
She ordered Mai Shude, "You, get out."
"Me?" Jiu De Mai looked at the obviously ruined door, then looked at Wang Anzhi.
Wang Anzhi nodded.
Nuwa seemed oblivious to his subtle actions and said impatiently, "Don't make me say it a second time."
“Yes,” Mai Shude replied. At that moment, she actually felt the feeling of being a “boss” from this girl.
Same...lunatic.
Nuwa cupped Wang Anzhi's face in her hands and said calmly, "Alright, now it's just the two of us. Can you tell me what happened to you in the past day?"
Wang Anzhi did not hide anything from Xia Mi, Loki, Odin, and others, and told them about his mistaken entry into Nibelungen.
"I never expected to find Nibelungen in this corner of the world?" Nuwa said with some emotion.
Nibelungen is often found in large cities or large cities with a long history and rich cultural heritage. Dragons that can build Nibelungen will not condescend to choose a "small city" like Shilan City.
This is very clear to the "orthodox" who have long danced with the dragons.
She looked at Wang Anzhi, still somewhat puzzled, "But judging from that commotion, it should at least be the scene of a secondary species reviving."
"It's not a second-generation species. This is a remnant of a dragon king, but the dragon king himself is not here."
Wang Anzhi shook his head and said.
“I see,” Nuwa nodded, then looked at Wang Anzhi with a stern gaze. “Now, can you tell me why you didn’t answer my calls after you left Nibelungen?”
"A phone?" Wang Anzhi looked at his phone, about to take it out for a look, when Nuwa had already taken it.
She skillfully opened Wang Anzhi's phone, turned to the contacts, and found more than a dozen missed calls, basically one every hour.