"Showtime officially begins!" Soya adopted a serious expression, announcing to Champa, "From now on, for one hour, Lord Champa must not laugh. If you laugh, you lose."
"Does this count as laughing?" Champa deliberately grinned, showing his pointed teeth, and asked.
"That doesn't count." Soya shook his head, explaining, "Only that kind of uncontrollable, out loud laughter counts."
"Then I'm relieved." Champa nodded with satisfaction, his tail wagging briskly. "You kid still has some conscience, hmm, please begin your performance!"
Soya pulled out an iron rod from the system space, then took out a tube of mustard. He turned his back to Quitela and squeezed the mustard onto the iron rod.
Quitela: "..."
You don't need to turn your back to me.
We've been playing this routine for several hours, I've long seen through it.
Champa looked at all this with a confused expression, his round eyes full of bewilderment.
"This... what is this green stuff?" Champa pointed at the mustard and asked curiously, his nose involuntarily sniffing.
"Mustard." Soya answered succinctly.
"What's it used for?" Champa clearly hadn't heard of this thing, tilting his head to one side, his ears twitching.
"Try this." Soya rummaged in the system space for a while, took out a mustard cream filled biscuit, and handed it to Champa.
"Biscuit?" Champa's eyes immediately lit up. He snatched the biscuit with his claws, eagerly tore open the wrapper, stuffed it into his mouth in one bite, and began to savor it carefully.
When the spicy taste of the mustard exploded in his mouth, Champa's expression instantly became a spectacle, changing from red to purple, then from purple to green.
This stuff tastes really weird!
But it's sweet and quite tasty!
My nose feels completely cleared, like a stream of air rushing straight to the top of my head.
"Good stuff, really delicious!" Champa smacked his lips repeatedly in praise, his pink tongue licking around the corner of his mouth. His eyes were fixed intently on the mustard tube in Soya's hand, clearly wanting more.
Then, Champa's gaze fell on the mustard on the iron rod. His throat moved unconsciously, and his claws subconsciously rubbed his stomach.
"Well, you can try it then, but don't eat too much." Soya shook the iron rod he was holding, his tone carrying a hint of well meaning advice. "Eating too much of this stuff can be really uncomfortable."
Champa rolled his eyes at Soya, his tail flicking disdainfully.
Look at how stingy you are!
Telling me to eat less.
That mustard biscuit just now was clearly delicious, sweet with a milky fragrance, and a bit salty too, simply a divine delicacy.
What's wrong with eating a bit of your mustard?
Without another word, Champa directly stretched his neck, took the iron rod into his mouth, and with an "awoo" sound, licked the mustard off it completely clean.
Soya: "..."
Soya was so shocked his eyeballs nearly popped out, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.
Raditz was so frightened he shrank into a ball, his shoulders trembling like a sieve, almost collapsing on the spot right then and there.
Vegeta's entire body tensed up, his muscles rigid. His hands frantically groped along the cube wall, searching everywhere for an escape route, fine beads of sweat oozing on his forehead.
Nappa's eyelids were twitching violently. His thick fingers dug desperately into the edge of the cube, his knuckles turning white, clearly badly startled by this operation.
Soya reacted extremely quickly. He grabbed Raditz's arm, activated exchange teleportation, swapping places with Makka Pakka, while Raditz swapped with Igglepiggle.
As for Vegeta and Nappa... they could only pray for their own good fortune.
Is Champa's way of eating too frightening?
As soon as Soya finished swapping with Makka Pakka, he felt his whole body go weak. A faint, delicate fragrance wafted over, as if someone was holding him tightly in their arms.
Looking down, Soya almost had a nosebleed the person holding him was actually Bulma's sister, Tights!
So she was sleeping while hugging Makka Pakka just now?
Well, girls do like to hug dolls while sleeping.
A soft plush doll like Makka Pakka is indeed suitable as a hugging pillow.
Tights seemed to sense that the thing in her arms had changed. Drowsily, she stretched out her slender, delicate hands and began to fumble around randomly on Soya's body. Her fingertips brushed across his chest, carrying a hint of ambiguous tickling sensation.
Soya immediately blushed, inwardly groaning in distress.
You're really going too far like this.
Where are your hands going?
Since your hands are being dishonest, then I have no choice but to pay you back in your own coin.
One minute later.
Soya quickly swapped himself and Raditz back.
Tights felt the thing in her arms change again, and immediately opened her bleary eyes. Groping, she turned on the bedside lamp.
Makka Pakka and Tights stared at each other, their eyes both filled with confusion.
"Makka Pakka, I feel like you were just on top of me..." Tights' cheeks flushed crimson, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum, her fingers restlessly twisting the hem of her clothes.
"Me? No way?" Makka Pakka hurriedly shook her head, her cheeks also coloring with a blush. "I'm a girl, how could I be groping you randomly."
"That's strange then, and I also felt like you suddenly changed appearance." Tights frowned, her fingers lightly tapping her chin as she sank into thought.
"I just had a dream." Makka Pakka tilted her head, her tone carrying a note of puzzlement. "I dreamed I suddenly appeared in a strange cube, and inside was the former Prince Vegeta."
"Seems like it was just a dream." Tights yawned and lay back down. "Let's go back to sleep."
At this moment, Soya and Raditz had already returned to the flying cube.
As soon as they returned, they saw Vegeta and Nappa lying on the ground, bruised and battered, blood still trickling from the corners of their mouths. Clearly, they had been beaten up badly by Champa.
Soya and Raditz both shivered simultaneously, secretly glad they had transferred away in time, otherwise they would have ended up in the same state.
"Negative emotional value from Vegeta +888!"
"Negative emotional value from Nappa +888!"
"Negative emotional value from Champa +999!"
"Hahaha! This is killing me!" Quitela could no longer hold back, clutching his stomach as he burst into loud laughter, tears almost streaming from his eyes. "A bunch of idiots! Lifting a stone only to drop it on your own feet, right?"
Quitela pointed at Champa's smoking head, laughing so hard he doubled over.
Champa suddenly turned his head, glaring furiously at Quitela. Deep flames seemed to burn in the depths of his pupils, clearly enraged to the extreme.
Quitela, however, showed no fear. Meeting Champa's gaze head on, he even deliberately lifted his chin, wearing an expression of pure provocation.
"Very good, you have thoroughly enraged me!" Champa snarled in a fluster of rage. A faint purple energy gathered on his claws, as if he was ready to attack at any moment.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry." Soya hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over. He chuckled, then took out another tube of mustard and squeezed it onto the iron rod. "Let me show you another fun trick."
Then, Soya took the iron rod and gently rubbed it around Quitela's mouth.
Quitela: "..."
We've played this move eight hundred times already, can't you come up with something new?
"Negative emotional value from Quitela +1000!"
I just won't open my mouth, what can you do about it?
Backfired, didn't it?
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