Chapter 141 6，Origin

"Hoffa, what if we die?"

The girl asked timidly. The light shone on her face, creating some wonderful dramatic effects.

"Ah, I will protect you with my life, Your Royal Highness."

The boy with golden eyes said softly.

He was holding a black robe in his hand, and beside the trash can beside him lay a man stripped down to his underwear. His head was swollen high and his tongue stuck out.

"Really?"

The silver-haired girl rubbed her hands tenderly, twitching.

Seeing her expression, Hoffa squeezed a few words out of his teeth in displeasure: "Fake, hurry up"

The girl's expression turned cold suddenly, "Hmph, it's really boring, squat down quickly."

squat.?

Hoffa glanced at the robe in his hand, thinking which one is this?

"What are you squatting on?"

"You squat down, and I will ride on your shoulders."

"ha?"

Hoffa was a little dizzy. He looked at a few motionless shadows in the darkness in the distance, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Hey, isn't it that we sneak into the secret base of the evil wizard next?"

"I'll ride on your shoulders, and I'll cover you with my robe, so that I can disguise myself as a person and sneak in more easily." She said plausibly.

Hoffa's eyes widened, and he didn't go around the bend for a long time.

When he got around the bend, he felt that the explanation seemed to make sense, so he bent down unconsciously, but halfway through the bend, he began to feel something was wrong.

After thinking about it for a while, his eyes lit up and he straightened his waist:

"Why did I squat down? I'm a man, so even if I have to disguise, I should be the one to do it, right? I should be riding on your shoulders."

"you you."

Aglaia was speechless, but her mind turned quite quickly, and she immediately said: "Then do you speak German?"

"What?"

"Do you speak German?"

"Won't."

"Then what are you going to say to the evil wizard? Do you speak Chinese?"

Aglaia came happily and casually.

"I"

Hoffa glanced at the several figures in the distance again, but those figures remained motionless.

"Who told you that the evil wizard speaks German?" Hoffa was annoyed, "What if he speaks English?"

"I said, it's more politically correct."

"Oh fine."

Hoffa said angrily, "As long as you're happy."

After speaking, he squatted down and handed his back to the other party in humiliation.

Aglea said happily: "Shut up, it's your fault."

She put her legs across Hoffa's shoulders, and Hoffa fastened the gap in the black robe in front of him. At this moment, his vision disappeared, and he was completely enveloped in darkness. He could smell the faint fragrance lingering near his nostrils. Now, he is really living in his crotch.

Aglaia on the top looked in the direction and said in a low voice, "Go left."

Hoffa took a step to the left.

Aglaia said again, "Go to the right."

Hoffa took a step to the right.

"Very well, my champion."

Aglaia said with a smile: "Now, let us save the lost dragon from the hands of the evil wizard!!"

After finishing speaking, she clamped Hoffa's head hard.

In the darkness, Hoffa secretly cursed shit.

At this time, there was a loud bang in the distance.

Roar! !

A fire dragon with teeth and claws rushed out of the iron cage in the alley. It had wings as thin as a cicada's wings, a bloated body and a funny and weird long horned head.

"ha!"

Aglaia straightened her waist like riding a horse, and pulled out a rather well-made sharp sword from her waist. It looks no different from a medieval knight.

I'm sneaking into you big-headed bastard, Hoffa thought. How can there be such a sneak.

Sure enough, the "giant dragon" was also taken aback and froze in place.

At this time, another figure came out from the shadows. He was wearing a mask, tall and thin. He coughed in embarrassment and his expression became serious.

"Who dared to break into my territory? It's really asking for death."

"Sleeping dragon, you have done a lot of evil, today I will represent justice and kill you!"

Aglaia "rushed" over with the sword in hand, and the masked man waved his hand and pulled out a wand.

"Stay away from my treasure!"

With a wave of his wand, the "giant dragon" waved its claws indiscriminately, and leaped forward, knocking the strange-looking creature flying.

Hoffa didn't resist at all, and fell to the ground with a plop. The two of them were bent at ninety degrees like a broken bamboo pole, quite embarrassed.

Hoffa got out from under his crotch without saying a word, and saw that Aglaia's chest was cut by his sword to a huge crack at this moment, and the liquid gushed out.

"Ah, I'm dying."

"I'm dying."

The girl stretched out her hand, blood sprayed out of her chest like a flood without money, and sprayed on Hoffa's face for two seconds, three seconds, and four seconds.

Finally, the gushing blood ended in a void of unconsciousness like a child's bedwetting. Hoffa stood motionless, and there was no place on his body that was not red.

Aglaia still raised her hand, looking at Hoffa with a choked smile.

It seemed to be signaling him to do something.

The muscles on Hoffa's face twitched. After a while, he finally squatted down, hugged her, and cried:

"Oh no. My love, my my my, babe, why. Roses are so withered."

Click! !

There was an angry cry in the distance, and a head wearing a peaked cap poked out from behind the black cloth of the camera.

The stage director yelled, "No emotion, no emotion! What is this show?"

The "dragon" took off the hood on his head and looked back at the director with a bewildered expression. The black wizard also took off his mask and shrugged innocently, as if to say, this is not our fault at all.

Hoffa put down the girl in his arms and walked aside angrily. Pick up the scarf and start wiping the "blood" mixed with tomato and strawberry smell on the face.

The "dead" Aglaia stood up like a carp, angrily raised his fists to attack Hoffa, but was stopped by two stage staff who rushed up.

"Can you do it?"

Aglaia roared: "How many times have you forgotten the words? I can recite all your lines!"

As she spoke, she pulled out a piece of paper from the side and put it under Hoffa's nose.

"It's more than half of the whole reading, do you want me to install a teleprompter for you? Mr. Bach!?"

Hoffa glanced at the paper in disgust, only to see a bunch of disgusting self-praise written densely on the paper.

(My love, compared with you, the day loses its light. Her delicate cheeks are full of all outstanding beauty, and her noble body can find not a single defect.

I desire no companion in this world but you, nor can my imagination conjure up an image that would please me)

"It's disgusting! It's too exaggerated! Can you simplify it a bit!?" Hoffa waved his hand and pushed the paper away, "What kind of writer can write such disgusting words, and I have to read it Don't you have a brain hole, don't you?"

"Shakespeare! Have you ever heard of Shakespeare?" Aglaia asked.

"Damn it, you still let me act in your copycat Shakespeare play?"

Hoffa retorted.

Aglea asked, "What is a cottage?"

Hoffa ran his fingers through the hair, rubbed it three times and pulled it out.

"That's right. Fake, pirated, plagiarized!"

"What did you say?"

She screamed angrily, with incredible force.

At this time, the stage director wearing a peaked cap rushed up,

"Hey hey, ahaha."

With a wave of his wand, the wand turned into a small fan, and he fanned Aglaia a few times peacefully. "Don't be noisy, don't be noisy, Miss Delasses, calm down, okay? Well, there are so many actors, choose another one to play, and choose another one who is more handsome and taller."

"No change!"

Aglaia gave him a savage look.

"Ah, it doesn't matter if you don't change it or not, I will say it, I will say it."

He turned around, and as soon as he turned around, the flattering expression on his face turned into a serious, cold and meticulous picky at the speed of light, and he pushed his glasses:

"Enough! Bach, can you still read the lines well? Don't you have this bit of professionalism?"

"I'm not professional?"

Hoffa pouted: "It's obvious that she is unprofessional first."

"Why am I unprofessional?" Aglaia raised her chest.

"You forgot the words too! You not only forgot the words, but also changed the words casually, not only changed the words casually, but also changed the settings randomly. The evil wizard who was originally speaking English became a German wizard in her mouth. German"

"Wow, is there a difference?"

The director stopped Hoffa angrily: "Why don't you fucking ask Grindelwald, what's the difference?"

After scolding, the director turned his head again and looked at Aglaia: "Honey, your temporary changes just now are really wonderful, and improvisation is a must-have quality for a professional stage actor."

"Yeah, improvise"

Hoffa gritted his teeth with hatred, and muttered: "Changed the words just to ride on my shoulders!"

"uh-huh."

Aglaia smiled shyly in front of the director, and raised her middle finger with her hands behind her back.

"Honey, I'm not bragging."

The director's eyes were blurred and soft, and his tone was like a dog licking: "You are doing great, you are the best stage actor I have ever seen."

"Oh, Mr. Brait." Aglaia twisted her shoulders with a delicate expression, "You are really flattering yourself."

"Jesus Christ, Merlin Beard."

Hoffa suppressed the urge to vomit and looked at his watch. The pointer on the magic watch pointed to half past ten in the evening. God knows if the hot dog sausage shop at the intersection is still closed.

Before he could take a few more glances at his watch, Director Licking the Dog turned his head angrily, pointed at Hoffa's chest, and spit all over the place.

"Read the lines to me well, act if you like to act, and fail if you don't act, we don't lack a male actor."

"Shit. I'll play your uncle."

An inexplicable irritability surged into Hoffa's heart. He pushed away the director, tore off his costume, turned and walked backstage.

Seeing that the leading actor really ran away, the director panicked again. He wanted to catch up, but Aglaia held him back. She put one hand on her waist and one hand on her forehead, looking at Hoffa's back angrily.

"Forget it, I'll go talk to him."

Hoffa went backstage and started taking off his costume without hesitation.

Aglaia followed backstage, and the weakness and shyness on her face turned into strength and anger in an instant.

She kicked the chair away angrily, scaring the two performers in makeup backstage to run out in a panic.

Aglea folded her arms and looked at Hoffa: "What do you want?"

"How about what?"

With a cold face, Hoffa took off his shirt and put on his clothes.

"At the beginning, you agreed to come to my house to work, why can't you do this little thing well."

"I promise you, I'm going to work in the hospital."

Hoffa changed his clothes without raising his head, "I'm not here to accompany you to perform such fake moves here."

"Aren't you also in class?"

Aglaia asked.

"Going to work during the day, signing in every day, being scolded by the boss, pestered by various patients, and even performing stage plays with you when you come back. This kind of life is really unbearable."

"Then what kind of life do you want?"

Aglaia sarcastically said, "Stay in your room all day long?"

"Ah"

Hoffa didn't answer, but quickly changed his clothes, planning to go back to the dormitory to sleep.

Aglaia folded her arms, holding a prop sword, and asked coldly: "Are you going to give up halfway?"

"ha?"

Hoffa laughed.

"What did you give up halfway? I was doing well at work in the hospital. It was your whim that pulled me out to make a stage play, and what adventure did you tell me?"

"It's not that you wrote me that work was boring."

"Yes, it's boring. But better than you."

Hoffa buttoned up his clothes and strode out.

"Hey, what exactly do you want?"

Aglaia shook off the prop sword and followed with strides.

Hoffa didn't answer, just waved his hand.

"Let's go, bye. You can find someone else to play with you."

He opened the wooden door and walked into the hot and humid alley in London. The moonlight elongated his back, dancing and spinning against the old street.

"Stop!"

Aglaia yelled with her hands on her hips:

"If you don't act, what will I do at my birthday party tomorrow? I promised to perform at the party!"

"While there is still time, you should find a professional actor."

He didn't look back.

An angry crystal slipper answered him. Aglaia angrily took off the slipper and threw it at Hoffa, but he deftly dodged it.

Under the dim street lights, Hoffa raised his hand and waved it.

"Good night."