Mysterious background, while being a restaurant owner, I was stared at by mysterious forces because I had an ulterior motive of secrets... Xu Mo, the blood of the brave in my body was boiling. It kept whispering in my body, telling that even if I broke up with you here, I would inevitably have intersection with you again in the future, maybe as a partner, or as an adventurer who was entrusted. Lucario clenched his fists, and his fanatical eyes meant that he was not joking. Lucario could be said to be convinced of the bloodline characteristics of the family.

But I will tell you very clearly here that the reason why you keep meeting me is not a proof of your adventure partner. Even if it is really related to cause and effect, it is only due to the pathological persistence of the brave man in defeating the devil!

If the situation allows, I really want to tell Lucario the identity of my devil, but if it is only if, after all, the only thing I can do is scratch my cheeks and give a brief feeling as if it were calm: Yes.

These two words seem to have magical magic. Lucario, who was originally said passionately, seemed to have been poured into a bucket of cold water. Suddenly, he calmed down and smiled helplessly at me: I also know that this argument is quite untenable, but I just can't provide any clear evidence to prove it... In fact, as long as my brain is still normal, most people laugh at the opinion I put forward.

If you really want to say it, the bloodline characteristics of your family should be considered as the field of mysticism. Many things in the world can only be understood but not expressed in words. Whether others can believe it is the same thing. The key is that even if it cannot be explained in words, this phenomenon does exist in reality. Seeing Lucario so lost, I had to shoulder half of the responsibility, so I had to show off my knowledge from modern times and fool the other party with plausible words.

Philosophy is a very useful science. I believe that if I put forward this sentence in public, most modern people would nod and agree with this statement with practical actions.

But why did I suddenly change the topic and talk about philosophy?

It's very simple, because in my opinion philosophy is about making some nonsense that sounds very reasonable at first glance but actually cannot help reality.

When you start with such a toxic sentence, what is the meaning of philosophy?

At this time, we have to touch on the strange aspects of human nature. When the straightforward and serious persuasion cannot be used, empty philosophical remarks can achieve miraculous results.

When facing difficulties, most people think that they are the most miserable person in the world, but on the one hand, they may be proud of this, believing that all this is due to their own particularity.

So if you want to comfort the other party at this time, you only need to make some remarks that echo the other party and package them with philosophy before speaking, so that you can get the other party's sense of identity.

Well, everything is absolutely absolutely true, and I am here to share my personal experience. At least this method is effective most of the time.

I don't know what this trick will react to others, but my philosophical theory can obviously be applied to Lucario. After listening to the comfort that I was so fuzzy that I was not sure what I wanted to express, Lucario was really cheered up.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the other party is naturally optimistic and the emotions come and go quickly.

I said, are we just standing and chatting like this? We had been talking to Lucario for a while, but because we were not moving, we are still at the entrance of the alley.

To be honest, the environmental sanitation of commercial cities can only be said to be unsatisfactory. At most, the cleaners just scan the main roads. For such remote alleys that are no one who can walk on, they are mostly unseen. Even if there is no obvious large garbage storm, staying in the alleys is not a solution.

I still think this is good, so that you can't let you release the animals unconsciously after discovering the stalker. Lucario wiped his face. Even though he had the glamorous profession of the brave, Lucario showed great adaptability to such places with poor environments: What's more, I have something that is not suitable for taking out in public and want to refer to it for you.

Two big men were sitting in a hidden alley, and one of them also made misunderstood speeches...

Wait, wouldn’t you start taking off your pants suddenly? A chill suddenly rose behind me.

Lucario was stunned and scolded: I won’t be a genius.

My performance just now was mostly joking. Looking at Lucario's cooperation answer, I also put away my exaggerated expression and shrugged: You were unexpectedly calm, I thought the reaction would be more intense.

Ahem, don't forget that the brave can also be called an idol. Lucario covered his face, as if he remembered something unbearable to look back on: among female fans, many people like to see two male brave men interact intimately. Well, Xu Mo, as a well-known bard, I think you naturally understand the reason.

I understand, indeed, the creature Fujiwo exists in any world, and handsome men are often the most likely to suffer from it. Sometimes it is just from the interaction of male friendship, and when it comes to Fujiwo's eyes, it suddenly becomes a topic worthy of writing.

The terrifying convenience of Fujiwomen is that they only take photos at most, while Fujiwomen with creative abilities will make up for various plots, write them into novels or draw them into fan-made products and sell them everywhere.

Let's change the topic, I asked straight to the point, Xu Mo, are you interested in joining my adventure team? Maybe because you don't plan to continue discussing your own dark history, Lucario's speech made a big jump, took out a form from the space ring and said to me: I remember you know how to magic, right? It just so happened that the magician position in my adventure team is still empty now.

I am not a magician, but a minstrel. When Lucario mentioned magic, I couldn't help but remember the lightning strike that almost caused a forest fire. I can only say that all of them were mistakes that were too young.

After hearing my defense, Lucario snapped his fingers with joy: That would be even better. The bard's position is also empty. It is rare for magical minstrels, and they will not get stuck in the magician's quota.

You are really persistent about pulling me into the team...

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Miscellaneous talk:

Let me give you a brief explanation of why you are not doing your job properly.

The main thing is that Chapter 146 has been revised three times. What should I say? The main line seems to be a little more complicated.
Chapter completed!