Diablo Destruction

Chapter 1415 King Arthur's Melancholy

"Well, there is something hiding from me."

Speaking of why the little Arthurian King did not keep his soul just now, the little guy immediately looked left and right, and he couldn't express his heart.

"No, not at all. The mount is so annoying. Every stupid mount wants to take care of the owner."

King Arthur shook his head like a drum, and did not know her previous life. The majestic King Arthur hundreds of thousands of years ago, the skill of lying is not so clumsy. Anyway, as long as there is no visual function like cataract, ng obstacle People can see that this guy is lying and brave.

"Okay, don't worry about me." I patted my **** and stood up, intending to leave.

Long live, since then has been the body of freedom.

It was a pity that the cloak was pulled without taking a few steps, and turned around. I saw my little hand, holding the corner of my cloak tightly, little Arthur, and the eyes were full of crystal water that made people completely indifferent. The light, holding back the tears, put the small noses one by one, the small mouth bite tightly, raised his head and stared at me, just like the poor puppy who knew he was going to be discarded.

This foul expression again, really can't get the little guy.

Who let me be my king's hand control

Sitting down again, I heartily held the little one's hands and rubbed my face, comforted.

"Good, good, don't cry, Lord Arthur is the strongest person in the world."

"Don't mind dads, stupid mounts, whisperers, Lao Su likes to bully Ben Ang Da." When he wiped his eyes, the little guy punched and kicked at my chin. Unfortunately, he was very light, like being coquettish.

"Okay, I'm wrong. Come on, let's sit down and talk calmly. Didn't you say that I am your mount and partner? If you have a problem, how can you just throw me aside and do it alone? It's so bad. "" I followed the way, trying to get the little guy to say something secretly.

"Woo~~~"

Jumping up and sitting on my head, the little guy issued a contemplative low yín, as if hesitating to tell me.

For a while, I felt her shaking her head.

"No, this thing has nothing to do with the fool's mount. There is no need to involve the fool's mount."

Oops, was it rejected? Am I such an unreliable guy?

I was a bit depressed in my heart. Don’t look at the little guy crying every moment. She looks like a crying bag. Her temper is very stern, very proud, and very assertive. After a second thought, she refused, At this point, there is no possibility to want to know from her mouth.

However, from her answer, you can also get a glimpse of the two. The matter she mentioned mentioned the word involved. I think it is not like I guessed. It is not a problem in terms of improving strength. If only This is the case, no matter how serious it is, it is impossible to describe it as involving.

The only possibility is that this little guy has encountered other big problems, and it seems that the risk is not small, so I don’t want me to be involved.

The problem is that after hundreds of thousands of years, after such a long time, basically, except for those immortal legends, King Arthur and the current world, it is impossible to save anything, just like a crawl from a cocoon The young spiders that they have come out of have no choice but to weave intricate webs in this world that are enough to bother her.

The difficulties she encountered could not be discussed with her heir, Artolia, and my unruly mount, which must be a very difficult problem. What would it be?

After hundreds of thousands of years of grudges and hatred? Please, this is not a TV series.

Could it be...

I was suddenly shocked to think of a possible ìng, which seemed to make sense only in this way.

Hold her off her head and stare at me, my **** is solemn.

"Little guy, you..."

"Why...what?"

King Arthur's voice was obviously panic-stricken, his pupils swayed from side to side, but he didn't dare to look directly at me, which showed the accuracy of my guess.

Having settled down, I used words that must be incomparable, saying one word at a time.

"You...with which squirrel is in love?"

King Arthur was dumbfounded, the atmosphere subtly silent for a few seconds.

Then, Qiang, with a clear head, bowed his head, and the little trembling king Arthur had raised the sword of victory.

"Wait, there is something to say, it is uncivilized to use a knife and a gun. Is it that I am wrong, not a squirrel, a hamster? Or a parrot? Wait, wait, I said, wait, wait. "-- -"

The miserable and desolate wailing that spread out immediately shook the huge crystal tree.

"Well, I won't ask any more, please spare me this little life." The second death in ten minutes caused me to shake the small white flag.

I can't ask why this is the case. Maybe I will discuss it with Altria or Arland, and they will have a good answer.

"Okay, don't be so stinky all day long."

A moment later, I was resurrected, comforting King Arthur as if nothing had happened.

"Who's wrong with stinky face." I was bullied by a miserable little King Arthur, waving a small hand, shouting and protesting.

"Oh, oh, who's the child, isn't it from God." I smiled with my hand in the neighbor's gossip.

"Well, in order to forget the troubles, I come to nòng to order something delicious and celebrate." Seeing King Arthur is still angry, I thought of a good way.

"Delicious?" He looked at me vigilantly.

"Yes, it's delicious." I brought the rice basket to my face and blinked at her.

"But wouldn't you want to tell Ben Ang, this is so delicious?" After looking at the rice basket, his eyes fell on me again. King Arthur's eyes were called... full of contempt.

As if to say, Fool me, who doesn't know that **** is hidden inside.

"It can't be said like this, **** and heaven are often separated by a layer of gauze." I said, shaking my index finger.

That's right, once the gauze is up, it is a demon, and the devil's gauze can become an angel. The reason is so simple.

In King Arthur's vigilant eyes, I picked another sour plum.

"Oh---"

I still remember the taste just now. When I saw the sour plum, King Arthur was like a cat that had met a natural enemy. He bowed, his fingers formed into claws, his body was sweating upright, and a snorting warning sounded in his mouth.

What an Arthur cat.

I smiled and dropped the dried plums into the basin next to it. Suddenly, the original clear and transparent water became cloudy, showing a deep brown and black è.

Next is the time for magic.

I am very proud to open the cloak and pull it out from the ing mouth to open out more than ten pockets on both sides.

Let me say that the cloak I sewed by Velas is different from the cloak worn by the cats and dogs on the street. In addition to the obsolete ng that is stained by people, there is also connotation. Yes, these are the same treasure chest pockets.

Next, let me see, add some sour sauce, licorice powder...

I took out the bottle in the same way, and dripped various powders or "liquid" bodies into the basin. Well, maybe the water should be added more.

"What's that, what's this?" King Arthur's curiosity was hung up all of a sudden, and he couldn't care about the main ingredient in the pot of water, the sour plum, just let her see Marx Merlin's murderer, curious Probing up, my eyes kept wandering back and forth in my hands and basin.

"Huh, this is a secret, but looking at your sincere and sincere questions, I will tell you with compassion that this is a spice. Of course, many people like to call it spice uniformly."

I proudly shook out the various bottles on my body, one finger at a time, one finger at a time.

"Understood, from now on, please call me Lord Wu Fan, the spice king, ha ha ha ha ha ha~~~~~~~"

...

"Yawn--" The distant third world, a sudden, inexplicable sneeze sounded loudly.

"Teacher, are you okay."

"Of course, probably who missed me, it wasn't me who told you, Biansha, your teacher, when I was young, it was ten thousand people."

An old man struck his chin proudly, stepped on a stone, and came out the elegant áuù, posing in a cool posture.

"Teacher, there is a problem with Biansha. What is Wanyi?" The devil Shao n asked straightly with his hand raised.

"You...you, tens of thousands of people mean that they are very popular with nìng." áThe old man's body crooked, and his foot almost slipped off the stone.

"Why would the teacher be welcomed by nìng?" Demon King Shao asked tirelessly, but before he could answer the question, he seemed to have figured out the key. He clapped his hands and raised his hand again.

"Teacher, I get it"

"Oh?"

"It must be that the longer it is, the more popular it is, is it."

áThe old man was stunned for a while, and his eyes flickered with tears: "Well said, Biansha, yes, this is the reason, it seems that you are more and more sensible."

"Long live, Biansha guessed right." The devil Shao n smiled deliberately and innocently, but at the same time he secretly sneered at the planner.

Heh hum, stupid human beings, the demon king heard another important news. It seems that it is not far from your end, and you have to remember this news and tell Sister Bellir, I think about it , What just said, the longer the mushroom... the better the soup is?

There seems to be something wrong. Regardless of it, after all, is this information to tell Sister Bellir or Saya?

Shao Shao n fell into contemplation.

...

"Ā Bao Di Ang?" King Arthur tilted his head and said a big hello in his head.

"It's the spice emperor, spice emperor, idiot, give me a word and a syllable to bite clearly, don't think that you have a cute look, you can pretend to be silly with that kind of soft and tender accent that makes you feel soft. , Give Hu Huàn some strange nicknames"

Sleepy huò continued to tilt his head, this time the little guy seemed to work hard to read well, biting word by word.

"Sa ~ ~ Emperor ~ Ang?"

"..."

I'm speechless about this guy's tongue. Forget it, you guys will give me a lifetime.

"All in all, these things are the secrets of Villas' kitchen. Every spice was picked and roasted by her on the Roger Prairie." I continued to tinker as I said.

Of course, this is not all secret. The quality of a dish, in addition to the seasoning of spices, prior material selection, processing, and control of the heat, etc., are all very important. Of course, the same important thing is love.

Speaking of the pot of sour plum soup in front of me, it was actually an accident. Once I was bored and bored. Seeing that Verras seemed to give her a plate of stone, she could also make delicious food, so I was so interested that I made a special fox made by the little fox. Hell sour plum dried out to test her.

As a result, this little master did not disappoint me. He just made such a dried plum plum that could deter the three demon gods into a large pot of appetizing plum soup.

This is the correct way for normal people to eat dried plums pickled with foxes. It is also the only way. It is impossible to save the second kind in this world.

After finishing the sour plum soup feast that King Arthur raved about, when this little guy took me a nap, he didn't know where to sneak away.

Counting today, if she doesn’t come back at night, then she has not been home for four days in a row. I should make a small report to Yalanderan and tell her that he is the hero of the spirit race, the strongest in the dark continent. Has it become less bad now?

Shaking his head back home, Jie Ka's residence, I accidentally found that all the children were.

"Don't you go out to play today?" I asked curiously, looking at the sky.

"I'm tired, rest today." Linya leaned out of the kitchen and smiled at me cutely.

"Nah, dad, dad, we are learning the craftsmanship of the Ling people with Jie Jieka." Two princesses dressed in an apron, virtuous and lively and cute, still holding a spatula in their hands. Run out and report to me with interest.

"Have my princess learned anything?"

At first glance at their greasy apron, I knew that the two little princesses were very attentive and couldn't help but hug them over and kissed each other.

"Hee hee, this is a secret. Dad knew it at dinner today, right, Aike (西ù丝)." The two little princesses met at one glance and spoke in unison.

"Okay, I'm waiting."

The thought of being able to taste the cooking skills of baby n's, I almost laughed out of my face, Huang Duanzi hìn's cooking skills are still good, one of her few normal advantages, she taught the little princess, I am very relieved.

If you dare to teach n-body feast and other things, just beat her

With a smile on my face, I held my fist and thought fiercely that I would never allow another guy with no knuckles to poison the young and pure hearts of my little princesses.

"Lena, how did you learn there?" Lena read the book quietly, and I gathered up and asked with concern.

I know that when Lena comes back, when Red b ends training and leaves, it means that Lena Yalandran’s course is over. From this point of view, Red b is still very responsible to protect Lena secretly.

It's just... our brothers and sisters are really different lives. When Lena was immersed happily in the ocean of knowledge taught by Jaland, I was immersed in the infinite pig head system made by red b in another distant corner.

"Well, it's fine. Yalanderan is indeed the first prophet of the dark continent. With her teaching, I almost feel that I am improving every day." Lina put down the book and smiled quietly.

"You mean that Akara nǎinǎi teaches to be careless."

"Brother is really, knowing that I don't mean that, and will bully people." He whispered in a voice that was difficult to hear by other n children. Lena leaned her soft body up and drilled into my arms. .

"Progress is not progressing, whatever is good, as long as you are happy, Lena."

I hugged the loving baby sister, I said softly, five fingers gently combed her snow hair, immersed in the silent and warm atmosphere, for a moment, the brother and sister's feelings were full, outsiders seemed, This must be a perfect family picture, it must be so.

"By the way, Lena, have you heard anything from King Arthur's little bit there in Yalanderan?" I asked, blurting out the suspicious expression of the little guy.

"His Royal Highness Arthur? No... Yalandran nǎinǎi didn't say anything." Linya thought and shook her head gently.

"It's weird. I haven't been back for the last few days. What happened?"

"Brother is worried about His Royal Highness?" Lena looked at me with wide eyes.

"Worrying is not worrying, not worrying. Actually, there is still a little bit of worrying. In short, it is not so worrying. But for the friendship between the two communities, I expressed a little worrying." Huuàn, who also shook his head, said to me, Hou Lian I don't know what I mean.

"I know~www.ltnovel.com~ I will pay attention to the news from Alanderan nǎinǎi." Instead, Lena understood what she was doing, pursed her lips, and tried not to dare to laugh.

Then, a little closer, put Jiao Hún up and said gently to my ear.

"If His Royal Highness does not, is it not easy for my brother to do bad things?"

"Cough cough, Lena, what are you talking about." I almost didn't choke on my saliva. Is this really my quiet and well-behaved sister?

"Nearly, my brother doesn't care much about me."

"Isn't that because most of the time you went to study in Yalanderan?" I wiped the cold sweat on my forehead and explained in a low voice.

I often learn from early to late, and the chance to meet is only at night, plus there are Velas and they, naturally, there is less time left for Lena. Isn’t this something that I can’t do, would I still have to accompany me at night Can't she sleep together?

In the next three days, I hope everyone can do it, and vote a few more monthly tickets for Xiaoqi~~