"Oh! This is good! Give them another hard blow!"
Pinocchio rubbed his hands eagerly, "Once they think they've destroyed me, I'll jump out and tell them that it's thanks to their help that I've ascended to the Meme Level!
Haha, those demons will probably live their lives in regret and resentment!"
Hahahahah..."
Lette reached out and knocked on his forehead, "See, you still like to lie."
Pinocchio was stunned for a moment, then gave an awkward smile.
"In my opinion, you should keep this remnant body as your companion."
Lette patted Pinocchio's shoulder, "From today, you're the King of Fairy Tales, and it is the Little King of Fairy Tales."
Pinocchio looked perplexed, "Is there a difference?"
Unexpectedly, Lette grinned, "The King is in color, and the Little King is black and white. When you're alone, you're the big bomb; isn't that great?"
Old Pi didn't know what a "big bomb" was, nor did he understand "big and little king."
