People in Xingtie are good at hugging thighs

With his eyes wide open, he came closer and looked the person in front of him carefully from top to bottom, left to right, his expression was very shocked.

"Ah? No, buddy, you just got here and you're making such a big fuss? Have you taken over Mercer's body?"

Mercer: (⊙_⊙)?

Listening to Sambo's incomprehensible words, Moser tilted his head, his face full of confusion.

What the hell is this guy saying all of a sudden? ...Wait, how did he know that I was possessed?

However, before Mercer could ask, Sambo's expression suddenly changed, and he asked Mercer with a serious face.

"The Immortal Boat is flying?"

Mercer: "......"

Hearing Sambo's sudden question, Mercer's face was speechless.

You ask this, how would I know what the next sentence is?

If you ask me about a trivial matter in my life, then I can still argue about right and wrong with a snail horn!

Seeing that Mercer didn't react at all, Sambo frowned and immediately changed the code.

"Then, everything is for the Amber King?"

Mercer: (￣ー￣)

After hearing Sambo's nonsensical question again, even if Mercer was slow-witted, he finally realized what Sambo was trying to do.

Should I say that she is indeed a fun person? She has a really big imagination.

Are you starting to doubt me now? Fortunately, I traveled through time early enough.

Glancing at Sambo's eyes that were fixed on him, Moser couldn't help but smile in his heart.

As the saying goes, one wrong step leads to all wrong steps. Sangbo, just take your time to guess!

Eh? No, I can definitely take advantage of this to play Sambo~

......

At the same time, after another unsuccessful attempt to find the secret code.

Looking at the evil smile on Mercer's face, Sambo felt that his face was seriously challenged, and his thoughts raced in his mind.

This person doesn't know about Xianzhou, so he shouldn't be a sea patroller or a company member...his reaction doesn't seem like that either.

But apart from these two street urchins, who else would come to this little broken ball?

As he was thinking about it, suddenly a very outrageous possibility appeared in Sambo's mind.

"Hiss! Could it be that you are..."

His figure suddenly retreated rapidly, and Sambo then stared at Mercer's every move with vigilance.

As Sambo's increasingly panicked gaze grew, the blank expression on Mercer's face quickly faded away, replaced by a crazy smile.

"Ahahahaha...that's right!"

Sambo: "It's you!"

Mercer: "That's right, I'm not Hanabi."

Sambo: "???"

"Hanabi, stop pretending. I can already smell the scent of a fun-loving person from a distance."

Giving Moser a look of disdain and curling his lips, Sambo couldn't help but complain.

"Oh? Really? I didn't smell it."

Hearing this, Moser couldn't help but smell himself carefully, but there was clearly nothing!

Leaning against the rock wall beside him, looking at Mercer who was acting like a clown in front of him, the meaning of sending him away in Sambo's words was already very obvious.

"Okay, I've already said hello, what are you doing here?"

As we all know, the Masked Fools all have their own territories. Hanabi dared to come to their territory without saying hello, which was a serious provocation to Sambo.

That is because old Sambo is generous (that is, his old Sambo mask is not with him), otherwise... hehe~

Hearing this, Moser raised his eyebrows, and then a knight kicked Uncle Hantui in the waist.

"What? Of course I'm going to fuck you!"

"Let me see, what on earth are you doing curled up on this little ball every day?"

"Oh~~~ There's also a star core! This little broken ball you're in is not simple!"

Her eyes rolled back, imitating the behavior of Hanabi in the drama.

While Mercer was chatting with Sambo with a smile, he kneaded out a firework doll that was as tall as a person in front of him.

Sambo: "!!!"

Seeing this, Sambo, who originally felt something was wrong, now really started to panic.

It's just right, it's just right! No one else except Hua Huo can do such a heaven-defying job!

With a bitter look on his face, Sambo slid down to his knees and hugged Mercer's thighs.

"Hanabi, stop it! What do you want to do? Old Sambo, I admit defeat, isn't that enough!"

Hearing this, Moser couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. I never knew this old Zanbo guy was so nice!

"Are you really giving in?"

"You really give in." Sambo nodded at Moser with a sad face, saying that he was very autistic at the moment.

After confirming again and again that Sambo was really feeling autistic this time, Mercer couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahaha~ Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. I really am the Mercer you know."

Sambo: “…”

"Hanabi, you're going too far! I've already given in, what else do you want?"

Mercer: "......"

Seeing Sambo's reaction, the smile on Mercer's face froze.

It’s bad. I really can’t seem to prove that I am myself!

It's outrageous~

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then Moser asked Sambo seriously.

"Emm, how do you think I can prove that I'm not Hanabi?"

Sambo: (▼ヘ▼)

"Hanabi, you are so unsportsmanlike, you are not going to stop here, are you?"

"If you want to prove it, it's easy. You say, Hanabi is a big ***!"

Mercer: "Hanabi is a big ***!"

Sambo: "!!!"

"Oh my god, you're really not a firefly!"

Listening to Mercer repeating his words without any hesitation, Sambo was really surprised at this moment.

You know, they, the Masked Fool, don't care about anything except face. (Except when there is fun)

"That's right! Didn't I tell you from the beginning? I'm not Hanabi, but you just didn't believe it."

Helplessly spreading his hands towards Sambo, Mercer's face was full of innocence.

"and you..."

As if he had guessed what Sambo was thinking, Mercer immediately explained to Sambo.

"As for why I know so much about fireworks..."

"Then all I can tell you is that this is just because I happened to have a little chance encounter recently."

After showing a universe between his fingers to Sambo, Mercer secretly turned on the recording function on his power armor.

It’s nothing, it’s mainly because the expression on Sambo’s face at this moment is so rich.

Write it down, write it down, maybe you can go to Fireworks and perform some Sambo in the future!

......

After watching for a long time, I felt that Sambo's expressions were gradually becoming repetitive.

Mercer immediately turned off the recording function of the power armor, and then his face changed, and he lowered his head and asked Sambo in a serious tone.

"Alright, alright, stop showing off your acting skills. Let's get serious. Can you get a stellar core?"

Hearing this, Sambo, who finally found the stairs, hurriedly stopped his performance.

He rubbed his sore cheek and asked Moser in confusion.

"Of course I can! But what do you want that thing for?"

"Then don't worry about it. Just come here completely. Otherwise, I will send your video to the entire universe."

Sambo: "!!!"

"Hey, come on! Big brother, you actually recorded it~"

"Hmm~ What else?" Moser raised his eyebrows proudly at Sambo, as if he suddenly thought of something, and quickly spoke to Sambo.

"Oh, by the way, I've also requisitioned the script you're going to use next."

Sambo: “…”

After weighing the pros and cons, Sambo's little fists tightened and loosened, and finally surrendered.

"Okay, okay! It's just bad luck for me, old Sambo. Give me three days and I'll go find it for you."

"Hey~ I said old Sambo is reliable!"

"Then just come find me in the Beloberg Prison."

After patting Sambo's shoulder vigorously, Mercer went back into the cave without looking back.

Sambo: “…”

Looking at Mercer's departing figure, Sambo could not help but shook his head speechlessly.

Why does he feel that Mercer is more of a joker than himself?

Wait, the opportunity that Moser was talking about couldn't be **!