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Joy is more uncontrollable than destruction!
"Hey? Brother Little Bird cares so much about Sister Little Bird?"
The girl put her hands behind her back and tilted her head back, with an insincere smile on her face, "Are you happy that your sister is back? Will the chicken wing boy cover his eyes and cry secretly?"
Sunday said expressionlessly, "Fool, you should leave."
"Leave? Why should I leave?" Hua Huo waved her hand nonchalantly, the smile on her face even deeper, "Could it be that you've broken down and don't want me to have fun?"
At this point, Hanabi's eyes lit up, "How can this be? How can Master Hanabi miss out on fun? Not even a little bit of happiness!"
A row of three birds, one person, stood side by side, all of them focused their gazes on Hua Huo, with confusion and bewilderment in their eyes.
Did Pinocchio really disturb the nest of joy?
Sambo, Giovanni, Hanabi, Cheng Che, and even Gallagher who even forgot whether he was a fool or not.
Add to that a slightly happier star and some gold dust that had been invited to the tavern.
Wow, there are so many people having fun.
Hopefully, there aren't a bunch of flying machines from the Tavern Fools outside of Pinocchio just standing around watching the fun.
"What do you want to say here?" Sunday retracted his gaze and said calmly, "You can leave now. What's next is something that the family and the train should discuss, and it has nothing to do with the tavern."
"In a hurry?" There was more excitement in Hanabi's eyes. She tiptoed slightly and got closer to Sunday's face. "Are you in a hurry to get rid of me so you can cry loudly? But I have to remind you, you can't sing on the stage if your eyes are swollen from crying."
She walked around Sunday and his sister, and finally caught sight of a bird on the shoulder of an unknown visitor. "Wow! Your feathers are growing fast! Come and let me remove them for you--"
Before she finished speaking, Hanabi held her hair which was falling madly, expressionless, "Forget it, falling hair and fireworks go well together."
Chapter 751 Crow Takeaway
The bell of Pinocchio rang at this moment, and the sound that originally sounded like telling time suddenly took on a hint of urgency.
It seemed like an urge, or like a countdown to something important.
The dull voice weighed on his heart, and Zhou Ri's face darkened, and the darkness in his eyes became even deeper.
He stood in front of the robin, his calm eyes fell on Hanabi, and he repeated once again: "Fool, you should leave."
"Okay, okay, got it." Huahuo responded impatiently and turned her head back up.
She tried hard to ignore her hair which was falling madly, and looked at the brother and sister in front of her with a smile on her face, "Tsk, is this the paradise of your dreams? It doesn't seem very happy at all!"
Hearing this, the robin frowned slightly. "This is not something you should interfere with. Even if the dream is not perfect, it should be handled by the family. Fool, do you want to be driven away by the family?"
The Masked Fool is like this. Sometimes he seems like an enthusiastic guide, but he accidentally digs a hole on the road.
Sometimes he is like a person who is eager to be disliked and always touches the people around him.
but……
The robin's gaze fell on Hanabi, and his hands hanging at his sides clenched unconsciously, with an inexplicable ominous premonition gradually growing in his heart.
"Oh, you really dislike me." Hanabi tilted her head and looked at the robin, but her tone was still teasing. "But my dear little bird, before you start singing, you'd better think about whether Pinocchio is the stage of your dreams."
As she spoke, Hua Huo stood on tiptoe and raised her hand, poking the crow that had returned to Walter's shoulder, her smiling eyes shining, "Can people who are intoxicated in beautiful dreams really stay away from pain and gain true happiness? Or...are beautiful dreams really beautiful dreams?"
Cheng Che looked down at Hua Huo and said, "You're the only one who talks too much."
"Hey!" Hua Huo's fury instantly exploded, and she stared at the crow on Walter's shoulder with wide eyes, "We are still not in the same group! How can you ruin my show? Are you still going to have fun?"
She always feels that she is isolated from others!
This is called bullying, understand?!
Giovanni, Sambo, Cheng Che, these three funny guys plus a bald crow, unite together to isolate themselves!
Oh yes, there may also be a little peacock that has already retired!
Seeing the indignation in Hua Huo's eyes, Cheng Che was unmoved, "You've been having fun for so long, don't you really know the saying that you get scumbaged when you pay for something?"
Hanabi stroked her chin, "But being a scumbag is also quite fun. Seeing the other person dislike me to the extreme but can't drive me away, how happy it is!"
Cheng Che: ...
Oh no, it seemed like he was being treated as a joke too.
Cheng Che glanced at Huo Huo with an inexplicable look, then turned around and squatted silently on Walter's shoulder as a qualified decorative crow.
Hua Huo looked at Cheng Che, then at Walter, and finally at the brother and sister next to her. She smiled and distributed the button-like things to the people. "This is my little gift. If the Harmonious Music Ceremony is unfortunately held normally, remember to press it to add a little fun to me."
Then, Hua Huo waved her hand and said, "Let's go. I'm waiting for a grand fireworks display now!"
As she spoke, the girl skipped away, swinging her twin ponytails, and seemed to be humming a song.
Cheng Che looked at the two small buttons in Walter's hand, and then looked at the buttons in the hands of Sunday's brother and sister, and couldn't help but lower his head and rubbed his head on the wings, "Unfortunately, smoothly, held?"
"What's wrong?" Walter carefully checked the souvenirs from Hua Huo, but found nothing and could only hold them in his hands and wait for the time to deal with them.
Hearing Cheng Che's voice, Walter's eyebrows jumped slightly, "What do you think of?"
"In novels, animations or games, a grand ceremony gathers people from all walks of life. What will happen?" Cheng Che spoke calmly, but his voice was very low. "I said before that the Harmonious Music Ceremony would cause trouble. Look, Hua Huo's words have confirmed my guess, and..."
"And what?" Walter glanced at Sunday calmly, leaned slightly, and moved his lips slightly.
Cheng Che thought for a moment, "In the ceremonies I've seen, there is always a huge conflict. A huge crisis comes, the guests are desperate but powerless to resist, and the protagonist tries to turn the tide. Either someone rebels, or someone fights for the treasure, or the entire ceremony is a huge sacrifice, gathering all kinds of sacrifices to sacrifice to the evil god who is not tolerated by the world."
Walter: ...
I feel that Cheng Che’s imagination is indeed bizarre, but it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.
Pinocchio now seems to be a sacrifice.
Walter couldn’t help but frowned, “I hope what you said is not true—never mind, the false things you said must become true.”
After saying this, Walter’s palm couldn’t help but clench his palm.
It's time to stretch my muscles, but I don't know if Cheng Che's bad mouth will affect our own people during the fight.
As soon as he finished speaking, the bell rang again, mixed with a sound like birds singing.
Sunday finally came back to his senses from the little gift from Fireworks and said calmly, "It was the cry of the raven. The Dream Lord is coming."
Hearing this, the robin also raised his head.
She looked in the direction where the bell sound came from, and then looked at Sunday with a worried look, with a strong sense of uneasiness in her eyes, "Brother, you seem to have changed a lot, you...you don't even eat sweets now."
At this point, the robin sighed softly.
She didn't care that Walter and Cheng Che were eavesdropping beside her, and she talked about the interesting things in her childhood. "I still remember that when we were young, you always fought with me for dessert after dinner. I was worried that your teeth would hurt, but this time when I came back... I heard that my brother has not touched sweets for a long time."
"Really?" Sunday couldn't help but let out a low laugh, raised his hand and touched the robin's head, "Even in a beautiful dream, someone has to stay awake, and a beautiful dream is the taste of sweetness."
Mockingbird frowned, "Why should you bear the responsibility of awakening, brother? This is not something that anyone should bear."
"Are you worried about me?" Sunday showed a faint smile on his face, and said helplessly: "Although you and I have a little disagreement on this matter, but Robin, I ate sweets not long ago. It was the sweetness of a beautiful dream, as sweet as when I was standing in the square looking at your poster."
The robin blinked. "Really?"
"Really." Sunday nodded affirmatively and raised his chin to the side, "Crow takeout, picked it up from the trash can."
Robin: ...
I originally thought that my brother might be a little pessimistic, but now I feel like he’s crazy?
Chapter 752: I made a mistake again.
While waiting for the dreamer to arrive, Sunday and the robin stood in the square, talking in low voices.
They talked about interesting childhood events, childhood promises, Pinocchio's current situation, and their gradually divergent ideas about the park.
The heaviness in Sunday's eyes grew thicker, and the worry in Robin's heart grew thicker.
Walter, who wanted to meet the dream master, stood not far from the brother and sister. After listening to their conversation, he couldn't help but sigh, "I lost."
My hair is going to fall out.
I just feel that this kid Sunday is becoming more and more like someone in my memory.
"Not bad." Cheng Che muttered, thinking of the conversation between Robin and Sunday that he had just heard, about Dreamland, the promise since childhood, and the current situation of Pinocchio, and whispered his own opinion, "The brother and sister agreed to be harmonious together, but the brother went astray because of the dream master and became a little paranoid, but I always felt that Sunday was not paranoid."
Under Walter's puzzled gaze, Cheng Che jumped onto the railing and lowered his head to analyze carefully. "He gave me the feeling that he seemed to be cooperating with the dreamer but was actually trying to become the real controller. However, this behavior also carried the meaning of fulfilling the robin. I couldn't tell whether the desire for control was stronger or the fulfillment of his sister was greater. Besides... his belief in the star god did not entirely depend on the other party's concept of destiny, but more because this concept could create the paradise he understood in order to fulfill the promise with his sister."
So those who have sister control are all crazy.
In Sunday's heart, his belief in the Star God may really not be able to surpass his love for his sister.
Others have faith and companions, but we only have each other.
Walter looked at Cheng Che, thinking about Cheng Che's words, but still asked in a low voice, "Is this mentality normal for you?"
Cheng Che looked up blankly, "Why me? I don't have a sister."
Do you know what the ancestor of a family is? He is it!
If he hadn't been spoiled, pampered and disciplined by his family, would he have grown up to be what he is now?
Just look at his physique and you’ll know he hasn’t suffered any hardship over the years!
“My paranoia towards my relatives is very similar to yours, and you are even worse, applying this paranoia to your friends.” Walter spoke in a deep voice, but still couldn’t help sighing.
I feel a little sad. If Cheng Che encounters loss, he might become the second Otto.
But it seems unlikely. Although Cheng Che has no morals, he still has rules. Even if he is out of control, it is only temporary.
"Maybe." Cheng Che spread his wings, "But I won't be too paranoid. My main principle is to get along with people if we can, and break up if we can't. After all, my personality is really bad. If you can tolerate it, then we can be friends. If you can't tolerate it, then we can go our separate ways. I won't put a knife against someone's aorta to force or induce them to be friends with me."
Two-way choice, very reasonable.
Besides, although he is a little more troublesome, a little more picky, a little more paranoid, a little more bad-tempered and a little more foul-mouthed, he is also very good to his friends!
Walter couldn’t help but chuckled, and just when he was about to say something, he suddenly noticed the movement behind him.
He turned around and looked at the square in front of him. Several people with dull faces appeared in the square. They were men, women, young and old. There was also a monkey on the railing not far away...
Walter raised his hand to push up his glasses, put his fingers against the frame and squinted his eyes, and finally identified the unknown species.
He was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't help turning his head to look at Sunday, "Excuse me, is it some unspoken rule of Pinocchio that all the feathers of the birds are plucked and have rope marks on their bodies that need to be marked?"
Sunday:……
Sunday looked up at the bald bird not far away, his lips tightly pursed but he didn't know how to explain.