"Everyone, Aiqing has been waiting for a long time."

Mr. Red Mole finally emerges from the dirt.

The only difference from when it first appeared was that it had an extra hat on its round skull.

A hat as flaming red as its body.

On the brim of this hat, there are several words that combine Chinese and Western, "Final Boss".

Mr. Mole shook his head triumphantly so that the hat on his head would be the center of attention.

"What?" Master Poker deliberately said in a disdainful tone, "This broken hat is your so-called little brother?" ”

"Broken hat?"

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, but it wasn't from Mr. Mole.

"Who? Who's talking? ”

Master Poker looked at Mr. Mole in surprise, only to see that his lips were closed and he didn't say a word, but the smug look on his face was even more triumphant.

"Broken hat? I am a talent, and you dare to say that I am a broken hat? The hoarse voice sounded again.

"Who? Who's there? "Lord Poker looked around, but found nothing.

"It's me, can't you really see me?"

The hat on Mr. Mole's head jumped and jumped, and he seemed to be angry.

"You?" Lord Poker finally locked his eyes on the hat, "A broken hat?" ”

"Shut up!" The hat leaped high, almost breaking away from Mr. Mole's round skull, "Are you illiterate barbarians? Take a good look at my name. ”

"Name, final boss." Lord Poker first read it lightly, and then his voice grew, "Final boss? So you're the final boss of the game? A talking hat? ”

"Hmph, I'm afraid." Hat's hoarse voice said with a smug voice, "Officially, I'm the final boss of this game......"

"Cough~" Before Hat-kun's words were finished, Mr. Mole coughed heavily.

“…… The younger brother. The hat added quietly.

"Little brother? Hahahaha. The poker guru laughed out loud.

The hat was so funny that it made an unusually reluctant sound at the end, clearly forced.

"Little brother." Mr. Mole said calmly.

"Huh? At. Hat-kun was forced to answer again.

Fortunately, it has no expression, otherwise it must be a standard bitter gourd face in front of everyone.

"Good." Mr. Mole pretended to say, "You still know it's my little brother." ”

"Yes, yes." Hat-kun replied.

"But my summoning seems to be getting worse and harder, and I have to go out myself to invite you."

"Where, where, I've always been on call, but just now, just now, I ......" Hat-kun couldn't make it up anymore, and his voice at the end became even more hoarse.

"Forget it, I won't pursue it." Mr. Mole said proudly.

"Yes, yes." Hat-kun hurriedly responded.

Mr. Mole knew that his hat was becoming more and more disobedient, and it was because he carried the words on the brim every day.

It covets its position as the final boss.

But Mr. Mole didn't want to bother with it, after all, he had taught it in public, and he was in the limelight in front of the spirits.

"You've heard it too, this is my little brother." Mr. Mole pointed to the hat on his head again and said, "Don't underestimate it, it has great abilities. ”

"Big skills? That's it......"

"Don't call me a broken hat!" Hat-kun interrupted Poker-sama loudly.

"Hehe, little brother." Mr. Mole said with a look of control over everything, "It seems that this barbarian does not believe in your abilities, so you can show him your hand." ”

"Okay."

With that, Mr. Hat-kun jumped off Mr. Mole's head and began to flip like a leaf.

I don't know what material it's made of, but it looks very lightweight. After a dozen spins in succession, it landed lightly on the ground, like a feather, without making a sound.

But the fly in the ointment is that the landing posture is not beautiful enough. Because the top of the hat is pressed at the bottom, and the brim is high, if it is a person, it is a four-legged posture.

"Hahaha." Master Poker laughed again, "Is this a rollover?" ”

"Shut up." The upside-down Hat-kun shouted, "What do you know about this barbarian? That's the right pose for me to cast. ”

"Shi, cast?"

"yes, you can touch me now." Hat-kun said.

"Touching you? Hmph, although it looks decent, the last thing I touched was just a cold floor tile, which I had just tried. Master Poker said.

"Could it be? Could it be ......" Lingling ignored Lord Poker and walked quickly to the side of Hat-kun, and then slowly leaned down.

Sure enough, her little hand touched something soft on top of the tiles.

"I see." Lingling stood up, and the hat appeared in her hand.

"This, this hat can travel between the virtual and the real?" Lord Poker said in surprise.

"Hmph, scared, barbarian." The hat in Lingling's hand said proudly.

"Between the virtual and the real?" Mr. Mole spoke, "I don't know what you're talking about, but my little brother does have some skills. ”

"Is that how the gold coins got to you through this hat?" Lingling asked.

"That's right, smart and cute little girl, I'm willing to answer any questions you have." Mr. Mole said.

"So how, exactly?"

"It's simple, you just have to put something in your hat and snap it to the floor."

"I'll try." Master Poker snatched the hat from Lingling's hand.

"Hey, it hurts, barbarian." Hat-kun suddenly became dissatisfied.

Master Poker took a card out of his arms with his slender fingers, then carefully placed the card into his hat and quickly fastened it to the floor.

Ten seconds later.

"Hmph." With Mr. Mole's smug laugh, the hat appears in its paws.

"This thing looks so boring." Mr. Mole calmly pulled the cards out of his hat.

"You pretending guy, this is a rare treasure, hurry up and return it to me!"

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in anything like that." Mr. Mole put the cards into his hat again, "But then again, even I'm not interested in this thing, let alone this crate." ”

"What do you mean?" Lingling silently watched as Hat-kun reappeared on the floor.

"Hey, you brute, didn't I tell you to be lighter?" Hat-kun shouted dissatisfied.

Because when it reappeared for less than a second, it was copied by the poker adults who had been eyeing it.

"Hmph, what a stingy and savage fellow." Mr. Mole looked at Master Poker mockingly.

"You pretentious guy can't appreciate the preciousness of this card." Master Poker carefully removed the cards from his hat.

"Lovely little girl." Mr. Mole looked at Lingling with a smile, "With your intelligence, you should have understood that my little brother can carry things and travel freely between our two worlds. ”

"Hmm." Lingling nodded.

"Beautiful little girl." "I'm willing to give you whatever you want, even if you say you want me, as long as I can put myself in my hat, it's fine, but the contents of this box are not in my hands." ”

"Hmph." Master Poker suddenly snorted coldly, "You also say I'm stingy, I think you're really stingy as a pretending rat." What do you mean it's not up to you? Indeed, the case is too large to fit in a hat to bring into our world. But you can totally break it and put the contents of the box in the hat. ”

"Hmph, you barbarian, that's a very light thing to say. I said it's called the Sacrificial Chest, and no one in my world can break it. Why don't you put yourself in a hat and try it out? ”

"I put myself in a hat? What nonsense are you bastards! The poker master shouted, "Come up, see if I don't beat you up, hugging your head and running away." ”

"Barbarian, you think I'm afraid of you, you have the ability to come down, and we will fight." Not to be outdone, Mr. Mole is especially not to be shown in front of the spirits.

"You come up!" Master Poker shouted with a wave of his fist.

"You come down!" Mr. Mole also waved his paw at the tip of the needle.

"Okay, okay, don't argue." Lingling finally spoke.

Mr. Mole immediately stopped arguing with Master Poker.

"Clever little girl, you must believe me." Mr. Mole smiled and said, "Although I can't take out the contents of the box and give it to you, I can tell you exactly how to get it." ”

"Thank you so much."

"Haha, it's okay, anyway, this is my highest authority (as the final boss of this game, there must be some privileges)." "Actually, the last test is to use the hat to offer the most precious thing to this chest and get the approval of the sacrificial box. This is the only way you can get the contents of the chest. ”

"What, then, is the most precious thing?"

Lingling asked the question a second time.

"Ugh." Mr. Mole sighed at first, and then said, "Actually, the question of what is the most precious thing is originally left to the person to be tested to think for himself. However, since you asked, then I will make an exception to tell you. ”

"Thank you."

"Haha." Mr. Mole smiled very happily, "It's worth it to get so much thanks from you, little girl, no matter what you do." ”

"Hmph, pretend." Lord Poker said dissatisfiedly.

But this time, Mr. Mole didn't bother with him.

"But I would love to hear your thoughts before I tell you, a clever and beautiful little girl." Mr. Mole winked at the Spirit.

"Can you tell me what is the most precious thing in your heart?"