Naughty Loli in Doll

Looking at this side with a charming smile, she must be a very gentle girl.

"Well... who is she?" Mir tilted his head to look at the girl behind Carlo.

"My wife." Carlo said without hesitation.

"Isn't your wife Rem?" Mir opened his dead eyes.

Carlo had been saying this before.

"That's my wife too." Carlo said this in a very low voice, not daring to let the girl behind him hear.

In order to prevent Mir from continuing this dangerous topic, Carlo quickly pulled him over and said to the black-haired girl, "This is my best brother, his name is Mir..."

After finishing, in order not to make the girl suspicious, he quickly added: "He is a man, definitely not a junior high school girl disguised as a man."

"Oh?" The girl covered her small lips, narrowed her eyes and smiled softly at Mir: "What a lovely child."

She licked her lips.

Obviously, he should be a Two-dimensional person, but in reality, it doesn't appear to be conflicting at all...

For some reason, seeing her, Mill always had the feeling of facing Wells from three years ago.

He was so scared that he almost immediately gave up destroying Carlo's dream and fled.

"Come with me." Mir grabbed Carlo's hand and pulled him far away.

"What are you doing?" Carlo looked a little unhappy: "You will misunderstand my wife like this."

"She's a cardboard figure." Mir stated blankly.

Although he didn't know which anime it was from, he helped Carlo bring this girl's figure from the real world.

"What's the matter? It doesn't prevent her from being my wife. Go ahead and play with it, you hateful protein man." Carlo waved to Mir with a disgusted expression.

"Silly dog, you are dreaming here now, do you really think you have a paper man Crystal Palace?" Mir said contemptuously.

Carlo looked at Mir quietly.

Two seconds later, he laughed: "You haven't woken up yet, I said brother, even if you are single, you can't be jealous of me like this. You are a girl, trust me, you just need to take care of yourself There will be many girls looking for you, I remember Sister Wei said before that she likes handsome girls like your doll... Sorry, I forgot that your real age is still in kindergarten."

These people, even if they were told that they were in a dream, they would not believe it. So far, Grandpa is the only one who has recognized it clearly.

But why did the stinky fox owe so much in his dream?

You asked for it.

Mir showed a kind smile.

"Although you said they are your wives, the male lead in the anime is not you." Mir nodded and tilted his head and blinked.

It's a pity that he, who looks very sloppy, is more than a star and a half away from his normal cuteness.

"So what's the matter, now they don't know the male protagonists in those anime at all, you can understand that they are them in the parallel world." Carlo replied very calmly.

"Eh~ so it means that their hearts are not exactly the same as those in the anime you used to like? You just like their skins." Mir tilted his head in a different direction.

"Do you have cervical spondylosis? Also, what's different? It's just that you haven't met the male protagonist, and your personality is completely the same." Carlo was a little anxious.

Originally in a dream, they would not think deeply about the things that led them into a nightmare. Even if someone directly told them some bad things, Mill and Wells both had the authority given by Ulla, and they could directly destroy the situation. Kind of nice.

"The experience is different, how can it be the same?" Mir rubbed his hands together: "Can a big shit who has never been kidnapped become a responsible Iron Man?"

"It's different..."

"Can a slime who has never met Jingjiang be called the cute king?"

"You are changing the concept secretly..." Carlo waved his hand: "Okay, okay, you win, just pretend that I like their skins, okay?"

Reasonable, he knew that he shouldn't refute Mir. This girl's logic is strong, but she can make a cow cry.

The corners of Mir's mouth turned up, his eyes were covered with shadows, and he smiled evilly: "But, there are countless people who like their skins like you have read your wife's book."

"?!"

Mir knew about the book from Carlo, after all, it’s a manga that’s even worse than a sebum, right?

I don’t know more about Mir. Carlo borrowed his book with a mysterious face before, but he threw it away after turning over two pages. The reason is very simple, Mr. Mir doesn’t like to read black and white comics.

"Your wives were painted for everyone to see, and you were happy to thank these painters." Mir covered his mouth, which was beginning to show teeth, and made a dark smile.

He's especially gifted at engaging people's minds.

"Is this a green hat in disguise?" Mir began to speak in a sweet voice.

Oh my god, I accidentally started to imitate Wells' tone of voice, and I blame Wells for spoiling him!

"Book..." Small circles appeared in Carlo's eyes, and he covered his head.

After thinking for a while, Mill began to say according to what Wells taught him before: "Actually, I'm quite curious about those of you who call yourself the pure love party. If you see that the male lead in this book is not yourself, is this also considered pure love? The character you like travels to Becoming your wife in reality, doesn’t it mean that the hero is green, this is also a tauren. Others have read your wife’s book, so it’s..."

"Master, stop reading!" Carlo covered his head, two lines of tears ran down his cheeks.

Countless people have seen the real wife's book...

It's fine if they are still paper people, but they are also his wives in reality!How can this be!These people violated his wife's portrait rights and privacy rights, and directly killed hundreds of millions of people every day...

unacceptable!

How much psychological harm does this have to a centenarian child.

"Why are you telling me this? I hate you Mir! Beep..."

Carlo cried and ran to the distance, dropping frames while running, and light particles constantly appeared on his body.

After running ten meters, he dissipated.

This sweet dream ended as soon as I held hands with the paper man's wife.

From this day on, Carlo began to feel that it was not bad for the paper man's wife to stay in the paper all the time.

"Ah, it's gone?" Mill raised his head speechlessly.

Forget it, anyway, he didn't remember what Wells taught him later, because he didn't understand half of it.

Wells, that's scary.

The next time I return to the present world, I have to take her back. Playing games directly won half of my teammates.

It's OK here, let's start looking for the next victim.

Mill turned his head and glanced at the frozen Kuang San... walked over to dribble the ball to his chest.

Xia should learn more from this girl.

There is no reaction, as if time has stood still, it should not be a fake.

Although each dream world seems to be a large place, its actual scope is very limited. After all, the imagination space of normal people can only maintain that place for a while, and most of the situations will appear blurred and monotonous. It's just that this world will Their imaginations are finely tuned.

If the protagonist of the dream moves, he is actually standing still, but the scene is constantly changing.

As an outsider, Mir can go out from here by walking straight on foot, without being restricted by the "parallel dream world".

Time was limited, so he and Wells naturally acted separately. After arriving at a place with more capable people, Wells's work efficiency was higher than his, because most senior capable people would not have too much psychology because of being beaten. Shadow, but chose to fight back.

Just dribbling the ball is definitely too hasty, let's just try punching, Mr. Mir is a standard feminist, and men also hit women.

Just thinking about this, Mir suddenly noticed that the black-haired girl who had been motionless lowered her head and glanced at Mir's hand on her neck.

"..."

The girl took Mir's hand away, and her figure suddenly changed into that of a flat elf girl. She looked at Mir expressionlessly: "Do you think it's right for you to do this?"

how to do?Rubbish, right?It's reasonable not to let you touch you if you are so fierce!

But going back to a tablet is no fun.

"Ulla!" Mir ignored her, and raised his head and yelled directly.

"wryyyyy!"

A strong golden retriever holding a roller fell from the sky.

"you……"

The girl was shocked.

Doesn't this guy have a little room for negotiation?

However, Mir was already very angry with her because of her deception.

"It was agreed to help me with my homework for a month? No one can lie to Mr. Mir!" Mir said angrily.

"When did I promise you? You promised me to create nightmares that would be puppies!" The girl turned into light particles and disappeared as she spoke.

Although Ula couldn't kill her in her current state, it would be very troublesome for Ula to catch her.

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"Wow, golden legend!" He dubbed a voice for himself.

The sound of stabbing the ceiling downstairs kept ringing, which made the dwarf uncle jump twice in frustration.

This silly neighbor downstairs is really annoying, isn't he just blacksmithing at home?Poking the ceiling every day, don't you know it's disturbing the people?

Forget it, I'm in a good mood today, and I'll complain to him tomorrow.

The uncle dwarf carefully placed the blade he just forged on the sword stand.

The sword is not fragile, but facing such a peerless weapon, he still did it subconsciously.

What was placed in front of him at this time was a very ordinary-looking blade, without gorgeous decorations, without a handle, just a blade.

But he is sure that there is absolutely no weapon in the world that can compare to it!It is a blade that is completely comparable to the magical items of absolute characteristics.

Not to mention the magic effect he attached to it, but just the sharpness, that is, any substance can be cut without any resistance by lightly touching it.

For a weapon craftsman who loves his profession, what could be happier than watching a peerless weapon come out of his hands?

This moment is his happiest moment, because he realized his wish.

Even though as a weapon craftsman, he knew that not finding a good owner for the weapon would be reckless, but he still had a selfish desire to hide it forever.

Carefully taking the blade off again, the dwarf uncle wiped its blade surface lovingly.

Then accidentally let it fall because the arm is too short.

But there was no sound of iron clashing.