Diablo Destruction

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"Boy, thank you for speaking this time."

Along the way, the old drunkard suddenly said this, and suddenly let me goose bumps from the whole body, this guy would even thank people? Is there any conspiracy brewing again, the first reaction, I thought of this.

Seeing me with a dazzling look in his face, the old drunkard who had his face straightened out again, his eyelids shuddered, and immediately struck me violently.

"You stupid boy, I rarely thank you sincerely, what is your reaction?"

"Your sincerity will only make me feel sick." I covered my head, his mouth still sarcastically.

The old drunkard opened his mouth to refute, paused, but hesitated to stop: "Forget it, I am not in a mood today, do not care about you guys, in short, I have already said that this time Carlos can win, you guys do It’s good."

With that, she patted me on the shoulder and sighed.

"It's nothing, anyway. In terms of real strength, I am indeed not Carlos' opponent, and seeing that he would rather consume decades of life to win this game, I believe no one can be indifferent, the victory of this game , Not very important to me."

I shook my head and said, and then remembered one thing: "Yes, it is useless for Carlos to ask for so many sacred potions. You are his teacher. Can you tell me a few bottles for me? , A few more bottles."

"Relax, I know you lazy bones. It is for this purpose to participate in the competition. If there is no reward, I am afraid that even the ten camel camels will not be able to move you. I have already said this to Carlos, sacred. The potion is a dispensable thing for him, even if you give it all to you."

"All? That's a lot of goodness, but Carlos doesn't need it himself?" I asked curiously.

"When we are masters of our state of mind, in addition to the essential equipment, we generally disdain to use other foreign objects to enhance our strength." The old drunkard's face with a brilliance that can blind the dog's eyes, with an upright master tone Said.

I:"……"

"What's wrong?" Her eyes looked over.

"No, it's nothing." I turned my head guilty and shifted the subject.

"But after all, what is the purpose of Carlos, it is worth. So desperate?"

It seemed to ask something. If not, the old drunkard sighed heavily.

"You'll know it later, but I think he wants to achieve his goal, it's not that simple, no, not so much, it's simply impossible, he may also know this."

"Why do you want to work so hard even if you know it's impossible?"

"There are some things in this world, even if you know that it is impossible, you have to work hard, even if there is only a first-line opportunity, because if you don't try it, there is no chance at all. Everything that is alive and working hard for it will lose meaning. "

Speaking of this, she sighed again, looked up at the sky, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "There are three kinds of people in this world. The first kind of people are alive to achieve the purpose in their hearts; the second kind of people are alive to Find the purpose of living; the third kind of person is to live aimlessly and to waste life."

Hello, I said that the topic has turned to the connotation again. How can this old drunkard feel like he is blowing his brain today?

"In short, even if Carlos wins, there is little hope of achieving his goal, but if he does not win, I really don’t know what he will do, so I thank you, of course, the money will not be returned for the time being. ."

The old drunkard said seriously, of course, if he could ignore the last sentence.

At the time of speaking, we have come to the edge of the contest space.

"Just here?" I asked in a loud voice.

Although the reward process cannot be made public as far as individuals are concerned, there is no need to choose such a place.

"Of course not. Let's wait." The old drunkard answered, looking far away, as if waiting for someone to come.

After a while, the miser led Carlos to come and saw that the old drunkard and I were already standing here, the expression did not appear surprised, but came straight.

If it is seen by others, we will definitely think that our three league elders plus a competition contest champion, four people want to engage in illegal gatherings such as conspiracy to subvert the league in such a place where the bird does not shit.

Carlos seemed to be led directly from the ring. His expression was dignified and tense, absent-minded. In the look, he was both looking forward to and afraid of something, even the shattered paradise costume and body he had fought down. The stained blood was not cleaned up. The ragged, blood-stained look looked like a fallen soldier who had just walked off the battlefield.

Seeing me and Kasha, he didn't say hello, but he nodded subconsciously in a trance, letting people know at a glance that his heart had been completely drawn by what he did, and he didn't take everything around him into his heart. on.

"How come so slow?"

The old drunkard complained that, logically speaking, we spent a while on Villas. It should be the miser and Carlos who came first.

"It was accidentally entangled by the stupid guy in Seattle, and he finally got rid of him.

Mischievously wiped the sweat on the forehead like ghosts, sometimes people with a rib in their heads were more difficult to deal with than those old foxes.

"I said that after the game, the figure disappeared." The old drunkard showed a sudden look.

"Why should I get rid of Seattlek and not let him come?" I asked with my hand raised.

"That kid is too impulsive, not suitable for this occasion." The old drunkard pulled out the jug and took a sip, satisfied.

Will impulse and "this kind of occasion" have an inevitable conflict? I was just receiving an award. I couldn't understand the old drunkard's words. I was about to ask, but the miser was seriously tinkering with something on the side and made me close my mouth immediately.

I saw his fingers tracing a circular magic circle in the air. The original empty air suddenly appeared a two-person black vortex. After the vortex stabilized, the center part was slowly opened like a gate, from The open gap revealed a soft and holy white light.

"Go in, Akara and they are waiting."

After doing all this, Farah took the lead and walked in, followed by Carlos, who seemed a little eager to wait, and the old drunkard and I followed up, and the door was just stepped in, and the door disappeared out of thin air. .

I said where did Akara go, what is the matter before I can put down such an important final without watching it, it turned out to be hiding in this limited edition special seat to watch the live broadcast.

As I walked, I looked at this space full of holiness.

The sacred breath in the air is so rich, even showing a faint milky white mist, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

Inhaling this milky white gas, the body and mind immediately became stable and peaceful, full of holiness and serenity. This feeling is more intense than a few dozens of hundreds than the field emitted by the arrival of the two-winged angel Ericel Times.

What is even more shocking is that this holy power, which is so large and frightening, is unique in its breath, that is, it is radiated by a person.

Could it be that the four-winged angel Tyrrell came in person, otherwise I could not imagine who else could exude such a pure and holy atmosphere.

Four-winged angel, that is equivalent to the existence of the three demon gods, no, if it is Tyrrell, it is beyond the three demon gods, as the angel patriarch winged angel Michael, and the deputy chief quasi-six winged angel plus Under the hundred columns, Tyrrell, who is known as the first person with four wings, heard that he had escaped unharmed under the combined force of the three demon gods.

His strength is recognized as the first person in the four wings of heaven and hell. The three ranks are the fifth, only under Michael, Gabriel, Lucifer and Satan, and because the wings are different from other angels. Tyrrell’s touch is light...oh no, it’s the wings of light, so it’s called the light-winged fifth, referred to as the shirtless five, and the angel family is called the five masters. It is said that the left shirt has a dragon-shaped tattoo. With a Texas electric saw murderer mask on his face, and the dragon and phoenix dance with a nunchaku, he was covered with the blood of countless underworld brothers.

By the way, the rest of the words are up by my own YY.

I don’t know what’s going on in this space. When my YY is over, I don’t see the end, but Carlos seems to be more anxious than me. The look on his face can’t help but lead the way. The warm-hearted Farah took a short walk on the waist.

After a while, the milky white holy mist around was more intense, and the breath from the opposite side became more and more amazing, almost giving me a feeling of worship.

Soon, the figure of Akara appeared in front of us. Standing next to her was the four-winged angel with two pairs of wings on her back.

It is a pity that it is not Tyrrell, because his wings of light are so easy to recognize that the Three Realms are almost unknown and unknown, and although the angel in front of him is also four wings, it is ordinary white wings.

However, although the four-winged angel is not Tyrrell, the breath he exudes is terrible. When I didn’t see it, I still wanted to ask him for a signature and sell it to those Rugao Infu. The oil-rich rich man is probably worth a lot of money, but now I have a closer look. I have no idea of ​​any evildoing. I just feel that my soul is affected by the omnipresent holiness, and even my footsteps are involuntarily. Relaxed a lot.

There is absolutely no doubt that the giant four-winged angel with a height of more than five meters in front of him can easily kill himself with a blood-bear stance. Even if he is in the second wing class Eric, I dare not say that he can win the other party, but I feel a little emboldened in my heart, but in the face of the four-winged angel in front of me, I can only say that the difference between quasi-two wings and quaternary wings is too great. It seems that from wing two to quasi-four wings, it is another threshold. .

"You are the players in this final, Carlos and Wu Fan, very good, as a first-world adventurer, you performed very well."

The four-winged sky said in a majestic voice, and it sounded like a bell in his ears, solemn and buzzing.

"I am Quasi-Four Angel Angel, and I am very happy to see you."

Then, he added a sentence that made me scare my chin, this guy is just quasi-four wings? Just a quasi-four wing has already produced a feeling of little powerlessness. If Tyrrell came, what kind of scene would it be, would you choose to commit suicide directly with low self-esteem?

My ordinary brain has been completely incalculable, and directly crashed. At the same time, I have to admire Akara. I can sit in front of this strong man for so long, with a smile on my face, is it great? Zhizhi didn't tell the person next to her that she could directly wipe her soul with just a hair?

"Your performance has been good this time..."

After Cayar finished speaking, it was our turn to direct his boss, Akala, to speak, and I was so embarrassed that I was embarrassed, but I don’t know if it is an illusion. I always feel that Akara has been here from time to time. The smiley face seems to imply a meaning of "what is the best price to sell this kid".

Carlos's face calmed down, and he didn't know what he was thinking. It can be seen that he didn't listen to Akala's wordy words at all.

For a while, Akara ended her speech with unsatisfactory intentions and added Tim’s lips to announce: “Then, now invite Carlos, the champion of this competition, to come and collect the reward.”

It wasn't until this sentence sounded that Carlos regained his soul, and his body shuddered, as if welcoming something solemn, striding forward.

"Angelil."

With the order of Quasi-Flying Angel Cayar, a female angel with an indifferent look slowly walked out of her back, holding ten bottles of diamond-like delicate crystal inlaid with diamonds on her hands. It can be vaguely seen that the bottle is filled with half a bottle of transparent luminous medicine, so that the original small bottle is exquisite, and it exudes a layer of light.

Those transparent liquids are probably the divine water after dilution.

However, these ten gold-encrusted crystal bottles and the sacred water inside certainly attracted attention, but in the presence of the female angel named An Jielier, she was also dimmed a bit. Her appearance was so dazzling. Compared with other female angels, it is simply standing out from the crowd. The disadvantage is that the look is too indifferent, just like a robot without emotions, compared with the three no princesses.

Of course, no matter how beautiful the angels are, in my eyes, they can't compare to Velas and they a little sighed in my heart. I bored my eyes on other people. This is a mistake.

Carlos, Carlos, who had become very calm, suddenly had dramatic expressions on his face-shock, surprise, unbelief, doubt, at this time he gave me the feeling that he was no longer the one who seemed indifferent to anything. The indifferent paladin, but a passionate volcano that is about to erupt.

His excited eyes were fixed on the face of the female angel, could this be the legendary love at first sight?

However, under Carlos' fierce gaze, he still has no consciousness. The female angel, like a puppet, has a calm work.

"Carlos!!"

Seeing Carlos step forward violently, as if there was something to do, Akara's voice rang, with a slight sigh of peace, but full of majesty that could not be resisted.

After this call, Carlos seemed to be awake for a while, and stepped out to stop, his eyes still did not leave the other person's face, tears in the corners of his eyes, his lips trembling, a pair of words he wanted to say, but a thousand words, I don't know where to start.

"Carlos player, this is your reward."

The female angel passed the ten bottles of sacred potion in her hand. Her voice was crisp and sweet, but like the cold wind blown by Haruogas, there was no emotion in the cold.

"Angelil, what's wrong with you? It's me, it's me, Carlos!!!"

Carlos showed an unbelievable look in an instant. The tears in the corner of his eyes finally couldn't help but flowed down from the blood-stained face. The lonely look, coupled with the **** rotten armor, looked like it was After **** battles, he returned with full of joy, but found that his family had all been soldiers who were killed in the war. Even the adventurers who were accustomed to the joys and sorrows of joy and sorrow could not help but feel sour.

"I am Angell, but I don't know you."

A female angel named Angeline said with a robot-like indifferent expression, and then almost half-forcedly squeezed ten bottles of divine potion into Carlos' trembling hands.

"No, it's impossible, you are Angeline, my wife, your breath, your taste, I still remember it clearly, I can't admit it wrong, tell me why, Angeline, why Are you confessed to me, are those **** angels? Don’t be afraid, even if you fight this life, I will be with you. Wasn’t it agreed? An Jielier!!!?”

Carlos said in a near-incoherent tone, holding An Jielier's hands hard, his eyes full of firmness and hope, it seemed that if he said this, the other party would be able to shed tears, as before, with a sweet smile that made him intoxicated. The sound rushed over, yes, as before.

However, with the passage of time one minute and one second, the hope on his face gradually stiffened.

At this time, other people's expressions are also diverse.

On the hazy face of Cayar, he could not see any expression, but he could perceive a faint smile. Another two-winged male angel stood behind Cayar with indifferent vertical wings~www .ltnovel.com~ A look I don't know anything about.

Akara, the old drunkard and the miser face, with endless sighs.

And myself, although I can't see my expression, it should be a puzzled look.

"What the **** is going on?" I asked the old drunkard quietly.

"Angelil, an angelic two-winged angel, was severely injured due to a mission several decades ago, causing temporary amnesia, met Carlos, and finally married for five years. Finally, he was discovered by the angelic family. It has already been restored to memory, and it is so simple to return to heaven."

From the mouth of the old drunkard, he spit out the answer as if it was read according to the text in the official document history, which is extremely formulaic and dog blood, but when I saw Carlos’ **** figure, I thought of everything he had paid for it, and his face was constantly falling. Tears, but I can't talk at all.

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It's wrong to hang people's appetite, Xiaoqi knows, but Xiaoqi also writes it. It's not intentional to upload when the time is up. It's not intentional. Try to get it out tomorrow's chapter.