"Old School Striking King" glanced at "Xiao Liuliu," who had logged in to rescue her husband, and asked in all seriousness, "If Baldy's this energetic, he should be fine holding out for another two hours, right?"
"Xiao Liuliu" carefully studied Baldy as he leaped and rolled, then rolled her eyes with a cold smile. "He'd be fine for four hours.
"My son's asleep. If anything happens, the robot nanny will call me.
"He and I both have plenty of time, so don't worry.
"But Baldy's excitement will start dropping after four hours, and he'll probably make mistakes. We have to launch an all-out attack before then. We can't rely on him to kite the boss alone."
"Got it." "Old School Striking King" nodded. "Then I'll tell Old Dog we can only stall for another two hours at most.
"Old Dog will definitely try to drag things out as long as possible. That guy never acts like a decent human being, and he's utterly shameless."
"Xiao Liuliu" nodded. "Good. That way, Old Dog will owe us, and he won't get to spout another load of trash talk."
"What about that crocodile head?" "Old School Striking King" pointed at the enormous figure circling the magic ship and repeatedly stabbing at it with his fork. "Why do I feel like he isn't Malar?
"That thing wasn't this vicious before, was he?
"Didn't Hill's demigod vine kill him several times?"
"Did you forget? The one in Faerunriel was a fake." "Xiao Liuliu" tilted her head and watched for a while, then pulled out her tablet to check the old recordings. Two minutes later, she said, "Something's definitely wrong. The look in his eyes seems like a completely different person.
"No idea which one's the problem.
"Forget it. It doesn't have much to do with