Diablo Destruction

Chapter 1511: News from Sister Salna

"Old drunkard, wait, why are you guys running so fast, and plan to go to rubbing wine again?" Finally, a few kilometers after leaving the little black shop in Akara, I just kept up with the old drunkard. , Panting and stopping her.

"Something? Could it be as soon as I came back that I itched my skin, looking for Lord Benkasha to loosen my bones?" Nothing serious.

"No effort to **** you, I'm busy." I rolled my eyes and then looked at her with puzzled eyes.

"I said, you guys, have always been distracted during meetings. How about, I honestly confessed to the wine altar and was rejected by the other party in silence. That's right, I won't laugh at you when I say it. , Puff~~~"

"Do you think I'm a fool, **** kid?" As soon as the words ended, the old drunkard's spear came over, and I quickly stooped and hid in danger.

It's risky, it's estimated that this guy's cloak was stolen, and he was listless, so even the moves were slowed down, so I could flash past.

Anyway, I care about what I should care about. This old woman does not seem to be so vulnerable to setbacks. Maybe it’s just that during this time, the wine owner has joined together to deal with it. The joy of life will become this decadent appearance, I don’t care about her.

Right now, I stared at the old drunkard and asked word by word.

"Tell me, what's going on with Selna?"

"That smelly girl, what does it have to do with me?" The old drunkard shuddered slightly when she mentioned Sister Sarnah, and then she dug her nostrils and said nonchalantly.

"Isn't your old woman letting her go to that kind of place?" I was suddenly angry. The two of your mother and daughter were arrogant to be arrogant. Don't drag me inside. I just want to know the news of Selna. That's it.

"Even if you ask me, it's useless. The stinky girl didn't come back. How do I know how she is?" Taking off the hip flask and taking a big sip, the old drunkard sighed heavily and drunkenly said.

"I said, anyway, how about your sister Salna a little bit?" Seeing her in a casual manner, I was really ignited.

"I'm too lazy to care about that stinky girl. That girl doesn't need my care. She has to go her own way." Waving her hand, the old drunkard glared at me impatiently.

"Stinky boy, I know you care a lot about the smelly girl, but she is a goshawk. When the sky is flying, she doesn't need any restraints. Your concern is just asking for troubles, or is there no confidence in the smelly girl? Tired? , She will come back naturally, and then let out your concerns at once, this is the correct way."

In one breath, he said a seemingly very serious sentence. The old drunkard seemed to consume a lot of energy because he did something that he was not good at. He picked up the jug and drank it in a big mouth.

"Maybe you are right." I meditated and shook my head.

"But, why should I stand in the corner of Sister Salna?"

"Hah?" I didn't expect to say that. The old drunkard who was drinking drunk choked, coughed loudly, and stared at me with wide eyes, as if to say, you stink boy, wouldn't it be for the purpose of choking me? Saying so.

"I'm a younger brother, Sister Selna's younger brother." I patted my chest. I had to say that I was very proud, but I was still a little proud, because in this world, I could become the younger brother of Queen Selna. Yes, only me.

"Is this a capricious brother who is taken care of and tolerated by my sister? Isn't this a matter of course? So, even if Selna turns into a goshawk and flies in the sky, and my concern bothers her, there is no way Things, because I am a younger brother who can do willful things, and my sister doesn’t take care of me."

Although I said something very weak and very masculine, I raised my head proudly and proudly, and I couldn't help it, because this is me, the younger brother of Sister Selna.

"You two... really..." The old drunkard very rarely showed a stunned expression before shaking his head.

"However, perhaps it is really the case, that girl will hurt you so much. After all, if your stinky boy becomes a hero who does not need anyone to care, then her sister will be meaningless." The old drunkard who seemed to figure out something, shook his head and said.

"Probably... well, that's it." I shrugged.

Because Selna is also self-willed, isn't she? While telling me

I believe that I am stronger and better than any other man, and I will become a great hero and savior in the future.

But on the other side, the sister-like old man always loves and cares for me as a child who is not growing up, hoping that I can be coquettish to her, and hope that I will always be the wayward brother who relies on her arms and depends on her, and Not a heroic savior.

So, this is our wayward two siblings, the way they choose to get along, if everything is considered for each other, it is too tired, too rational, it is better to choose to use their own methods to care, even if they will It caused trouble, because my sister Selna and I both enjoyed the feeling of being needed by each other.

"Forget it, I don't care about you anymore, just love whatever you want." The old drunkard walked away.

"Wait, my question has not been answered." I quickly grabbed her.

"Don't I say that? I'm different from you. The smelly girl loves to do whatever she wants. I'm too lazy to care about it, and I don't know her life." The old drunkard turned back and looked at me helplessly.

Although the words are very indifferent, but she only cares about Sister Sarina in her way, so I am not angry, but look at her with a smile.

"So at least tell me, what is the purpose of letting her go there?"

"You kid, it's really annoying."

The old drunkard weighed the spear on his shoulder a few times, and seemed to consider whether to beat me faster or martially beat me faster.

After a moment of hesitation, she let go of the hand on the spear and sighed.

"It seems that even if you beat you up now, you will still be entangled."

"Just know it." Rarely, the old drunkard also thought clearly, it seemed that her brain had not been completely smoldered by alcohol.

"Where she went, you know, that **** world."

"Well, this part of the explanation can be skipped, I know." I nodded.

Where Elder Salna went was crowned by the old drunkard

It is said that a strange world of the name, after going there, would never want to run into a little food like milk and beef.

The adventurers who went there called the image of the cow cow pass there. When I got the Wudi sword from the old man of Fara, I also went there. The open space experimented with the power of Wudi sword.

There, I witnessed the dense black and white cows standing upright with two hands holding a machete and swarming up, people with slightly weaker mental abilities, just seeing this scene will suffer from intensive phobia.

Sister Salna went to that kind of ghost place.

"Did the sister go there before the contest, did you practice? Why did you go there, the effect should not be great." I asked in a puzzled way.

"Well, this time I went to the cow gate, the real purpose is not to practice."

The old drunkard looks like a branch of Wuwu. I remember that Sister Salna didn't leave long before I left, but she told me that it was a problem with the cow, so I asked my sister to solve it. He changed his tone again. It was a nonsense guy who could not be easily trusted.

"So what? What is the real purpose?"

I asked staring closely at the old drunkard's eyes. Although the old woman had already practiced it, even when she lied, her eyes could flash the flickering skills of justice and awe.

"Owner of Dairy Gate, the target of the smelly girl this time is the owner of Dairy Gate."

"Huh?" I couldn't understand.

"In the cow gate, among the countless cow warriors, there is a king of cows, who is the leader there."

"Will you find a cow king among so many cow warriors?" I sighed.

"Yes, and the appearance of this cow king is not much different from the ordinary cow warrior. If you don't look closely, it won't appear at all."

"..."

I finally know why Sister Selna hasn't come back for more than half a year. The cow warriors in the cow gate are simply innumerable, 10 million, 100 million, 1 billion, or 100 million? No one knows the number. If you want to find the King of Cows in this huge number, even the sister of Selna who is Amazon is enough to choke. If you are unlucky, you may not be able to find it in a year or two.

"What did Sister Selna find for the King of Cows?" After figuring out Sister Selna's goals for this trip, she followed her doubts.

"Well... this is to explode something from the king of cows." The old drunkard began to murmur and seemed to not want to go on.

"Rare wine brought back from Kurast." Seeing that the other party was about to strike, I took out a jar of wine without hesitation, opened the lid, let the fragrance overflow so little, and then quickly withdrew.

There is a little spy who is Huang Duanzi's maid, and the elven wines can be as much as they want, even the precious Sark crystal wine can be obtained at any time.

"Guru~~" There was an obvious swallowing sound, and the old drunkard could not help wiping the corner of his mouth, his eyes shining.

"How about the transaction?" I coolly compared the gesture of handing over money and handing over delivery.

"Two altars...no, five altars will do." The old woman, the insatiable lion opened his mouth, compared to five fingers, and even wanted to ask me for Wutan wine.

"Two altars, no more." I stared at her fiercely. If it wasn't for the relationship of Sister Salna, I would only give her half of the altar.

"Okay." The old drunkard pretending to be in a dilemma, I am afraid that he has already opened his mouth, and his mouth has been unprecedentedly profitable, and he breathed out the information I needed.

"It is said that the King of Cows will burst a peculiar prop called Cow's Tears, this way has a certain effect of restoring memory."

"Restore memory?" I pondered these words dumbly, and one was distracted, but the old drunkard had given the two jars of wine a fooling past.

"What the **** is going on? Why does Selna want that kind of thing?"

"How do I know, I asked her to go." The old drunkard who took the goods immediately arrogantly waved at me impatiently, just like driving away the flies.

"Oh, by the way, that thing is to restore memory, not enhance memory, don't expect to use it to repair your useless brain."

After leaving these words, the old drunkard holding two bottles of wine and disappeared away from his sight.

Damn it, I didn't plan to use the cow's tears to enhance my memory. Ben Druid's memory is very good, I don't need that thing!

The figure that disappeared towards the old drunkard compares his fists,

After whispering a few words, I recovered and continued to think about the conversation just now.

Tears of cows...what on earth is sister Selna for?

It has a certain effect of restoring memory... Thinking about the meaning of these words, I was suddenly surprised.

I have been doing some strange dreams recently, I don’t know if this cow’s tears have any effect, and King Arthur, her memory of the previous life is also vague, if you let her use the cow’s tears, I don't know if I can recall something, so as to accelerate the growth rate. If you think about it like this, the cow's tears are really badly needed.

I slapped my head and decided to have time to ask Akara to see if the old drunkard's words were just right. If it really mattered, I might have to go in and look for the cows after Sister Sharon came out. The king is drinking tea and chatting.

The question is, what does Selna...

and many more!

Suddenly, an extremely profound cold sensation hit my heart and made me goose bumps.

After coming back, I have been standing in the market area of ​​the western area of ​​the campsite, which is in the busy street where people are coming and going.

Since the old drunkard said that, Sister Selna should have no problems. The only thing that needs to be worried about is when she can find the cow king from the countless cow warriors. Compared to this, now, it seems that There is a matter of burning eyebrows that requires me to be cautious.

That's right, it's a letter from the witch tribe just mentioned by Akara, about the princess witch, the red and white whereabouts that makes people unable to talk.

What I need to do now is to avoid red and white things in sight.

After setting myself a plan that would never be tragedy, I started to look around.

No good, there is a tailor shop not far away, which sells cloths of various colors. The **** shop owner seems to be unable to get along with me, and even hangs red and white cloths as a display at the door of the store.

Maybe the red and white princess is hiding there! !

The probability is very low, but even if it is only 1 in 10,000, I will not try it easily.

Decisively, like a gun battle film, I simply swooped a sharp jump, landed and rolled, quickly hiding behind a row of large black altars.

"This lord...you can't continue my business if you do this." The master of the jar, the aunt who sells pickles, looked at me with embarrassment.

"Sorry, I'll leave immediately." I stood up embarrassed, and suddenly a figure wearing red and white clothes came over.

Oh oh oh god, you are deliberately playing with me right.

I immediately ran away, I don’t know if it was because I was more willing or willing, I always felt that there were more people wearing red and white clothes on the street than usual, which made me feel a sense of nothing.

"Mom, look at the uncle's cloak, it's funny." The child said naively.

"Hush, don't talk, you will be taken away." The mother hurriedly took the child away.

Along the way, it was full of scenes like the one born above, and there were many strange eyes that made me cry.

Sure enough, it was the red and white man who had already let me down by virtue of a thin deposit.

Finally, I left Rogsey District and came to the sparsely populated trail. I suddenly tz.

Hopefully, the loss of current morality will allow me to avoid meeting the princess, so that sacrifice is still valuable.

Looking to the left and right, an empty place, green grassland, rolling hillsides, and grassland styles can be seen at a glance. This kind of place cannot meet her. Even if you encounter it, you can have a full response and run away. "

Thinking of this, I exhaled an atmosphere, secretly put down a big dangling stone in my heart, and took a brisk step to return to the Master Guild.

"Mount, now the fool mount!"

Suddenly, a familiar squeamish voice came from behind. From a distance, the figure of King Arthur swept quickly towards me from the hillside, and there was a dead dog beside her. What did you do in the morning time, it seemed that you were dragging something full of fruit and rushed over.

Really, he also said that he would come to Camp Roger to restore his strength. How can this little guy look like a lion who has returned to the grassland?

I smiled helplessly, squatted down, and greeted the little handman Wang with a bouncing approach, and then the figure flashed and fell into my arms.

"Where did you go to play?" Ignored the dead dog on the side~www.ltnovel.com~ I hugged the little guy and stabbed her soft petite cheek and asked with a smile.

"I didn't play it, Ben Wang Ang didn't play it." The little guy unsatisfiedly patted my fingers and proudly lifted the little chest.

"Ben Angke was doing serious business, saving someone, and doing something good to save someone."

"Saved someone?"

I followed the direction of King Arthur in doubt-she seemed to be dragged all the way by her, and when she approached, she threw the side of things and looked at it.

The familiar red and white dress then came into view.

After an instant, with the little King Arthur in my arms, I fell to the ground at the time, and I no longer had the strength to get up...

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