Diablo Destruction

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"So, it's not me who's wrong, but this arm."

Early in the morning, I sat at the door of the hotel and stretched out five fingers to the rising sun, looking heavy.

"There must be some demon attached to this arm that made me make that strange move."

Talking to myself, I gritted my teeth, and my eyes were cracking, as if I wished to be able to chop down this evil unicorn arm, drink its blood, and gnaw its flesh.

"Oh oh!!!!! No, it...it seems to be going on again, something must be done...hurry up, otherwise one day, it will control my whole body and devour me. , The dark continent will be destroyed, and humanity will fall into eternal darkness and fear."

I clenched my arm tightly and held it tightly, my body twitched and trembling, my eyes were red, the roots of my teeth were clenched, and the roots of my neck were bulging with blue tendons.

"What's so cute about selling early in the morning?" Princess Sanwu's cold voice sounded, kicking off one leg of the chair, so she was struggling fiercely with some kind of existence, writhing on the chair Some druid fell to the ground gorgeously.

"Don't disturb me, I'm rehearsing." I patted my **** and stood up. I looked at the little maid with a deep face.

"In case Belle Girl complains to Grandma Holland, how to explain to you in that case, how do you feel about my performance just now?"

"Shall I tell the truth or be a lie?" Perhaps it was because I was in a good mood, and the whimsical Princess San Wu was willing to say a few words with me.

"Tell the truth first." I was a little weakened.

"Your absurdity."

"Where...where?" I hurriedly lowered my head to pick up, and then my brain turned, not right, this is a lie, that is not lost?

This is really excellent.

"Relax. I'm telling a lie. The master has no morality at all." Princess Sanwu kindly comforted me.

"..."

I was so relieved to hear this.

"What about the truth?"

"You should not be sealed by your arms, but by your head. I wish you a happy life in prison. Rest assured, we will visit the prison once a year. I'm sorry, I can't accept the fact that my husband is a crime. Let's divorce, I will bless You found true love in prison, dad, classmates asked me what my dad did, how should I answer?"

A series of language attacks by the Princess San Wu seems to turn into countless arrows. Time and time again, I pierced my arrow and covered my chest in pain, not wanting to get up.

"Early in the morning, what stupid thing are you doing?" Sa Qili, who had just woken up, stretched out. Walking out of the door, I watched with interest the princess Sanwu and me playing the husband and wife morning theater.

"It's nothing, just thinking about important things for a lifetime." Let the three of Saqili know that basically in a few days, the entire third world people will know about this, and I immediately assume the posture of a thinker, Regardless of the chair, only three legs left forcibly to sit up.

"What's the matter. Little Jasmine?" Sa Qili came in delight.

Under the threat of my eyes, the little maid finally compromised.

"The master is thinking about whether he will become the savior in the future, or the devil that destroys the world."

"Hahaha, brother, you went to the elven clan, and your brain broke again?" Sa Qili laughed when she heard it.

"..."

She was really half guessed. It was indeed because of a trip to the elven clan that this thing happened. Although it was not the first time, it always felt that this was a reason to call the police.

Also, why is it [again], it seems that my brain often breaks.

"You are too guilty." Turakoff stepped out angrily at this moment. There was a long loaf of chewing in his mouth, but there was an angry Shura's face on his face, and the two thick thick eyebrows were almost upright.

What he said was naturally that we ran to see Hoffinger and did not wait for him.

"I'll help you to go all over the place to get the equipment." He complained heartily, a heart-breaking look betrayed by friends and relatives, and he couldn't see the big man's acting skills. .

"Obviously, I'm going to give favors, and it seems like I've lost a lot of money." Saqili said coldly and ruthlessly through Turakov's acting skills.

"Anyway, I'm helping the younger brother, right." Turakoff is going to roll around.

"Sorry, I'm so anxious, I'm afraid I'll wait for a while to increase the accident, so I didn't bring you Uncle Tulakov." This is indeed what I did wrong, and I shouldn't doubt Hoffinger. Apologizing should also be due to the integrity.

"It's just..." In order to calm down Turakov's anger, he gave Sakiri an assist. By the way, my eyes rolled and suddenly laughed.

"It's just that Aunt Qili and Lord Hoffinger have a strange relationship. Lord Huffinger has spoken. As long as Aunt Qili goes, it will open the door and welcome, so say..."

My eyes fell on Sa Qili, and her smiling eyes met, and the two passed a tacit look.

"Asshole, am I like this kind of person? Although I really want to see the legendary Red Dragon, but for this, I have to sacrifice my pride and dignity as a barbarian to please Saqili, this kind of thing, my heart Tulakov, who is higher than the sky, will never do it."

Turakov's face was awe-inspiring, and he had lifted a chair out of it during the talk. As soon as the words fell off, the pride on his face suddenly turned into a smirk, and he placed the chair behind Sachili.

"Sir Saly, you are tired, please sit down and rest."

"I'm so tired." Sakiri sat down unwillingly, tilting Erlang's legs, light index armrests, and chin up, as if looking down on someone, full of queens.

I:"……"

Uncle Turakoff, what is your morale?

"Working around these days, I will help you squeeze your back." Turakoff waited for Saki to sit down, and attentively wanted to squeeze her shoulder.

"Huh?" Sa Qili rolled her eyes and groaned.

"Look at my stupid head, my stupid hand, how can you squeeze Lord Sachili?" Tulakov noticed. Immediately patted the back of his head fiercely, patted the back of his hand fiercely again, and made a gesture of chopping hands. I want to call the father-in-law aloud.

"I'm hungry," Sa Qili said lazily.

"Want to eat, I'll go here." Turakoff stood upright and took the initiative to invite the tassel with great honor.

"What the **** are you doing?" Shahick came out and saw this scene.

"Go, I still want to see the Red Dragon. I have no time to rub against you." Tulakov pushed him away impatiently, and fart went to the hotel kitchen. Suddenly, he stopped and looked back.

"Shahick. If you want to see Red Dragon with Master Saqili, come with me."

Obviously, Tulakov doesn't want to serve Sa Qili alone, but wants to get more into the water?

"Huh?" Shahickolle thought for a moment, and probably understood the reason for Turakov's diligence early in the morning.

"It's still true. I've seen Lord Hoffinger, and although he still died, how could he be bothered to disturb that great being again in a short time, and die again?"

After a pause, he suddenly made a pious expression, as if meeting Hoffinger, he was already worth it in his life.

If you didn't go with him. It was really deceived by Shahick's realistic acting skills. In fact, at that meeting, Shahick was ignored by Hoffinger from beginning to end. He didn't even give one more look, and he was very depressed.

so. Shashik, who deliberately made such a glorious look, had the sinister intentions and the decision to pit Tulakov, as if we were seeing a wolf tail swaying behind him.

Turakov was unclear and saw Shahick's performance. Believing it to be true, I really thought what would happen to see Hoffinger, maybe this giant dragon was happy, and gave away a treasure that he had collected for many years, then he...

Thinking of this, the barbarian population is sparsely flooded, and the waiter for Saqili is more attentive, but he did not know that at the moment he just turned around, Saqili and Shahick gave a high-five mind and body happily, expressing mutual benefit and reciprocity. A coalition of common pitmen was reached.

I have a pity in my heart. These people are really boring, blatant, and blushing. I have to be a little careful, so as not to be sold like Tulakov, but also sold silly and helped count the money.

A Druid who thought this way had forgotten that it was he who took the first step of evil and pushed Tulakov to the fire pit.

"Uncle Turakoff, what's going on with the equipment?" When Sachili could not think of new tricks to toss Turakov's space for a while, I quickly asked.

"Look, you didn't say that I forgot." Tulakov patted his big bald head, and handed over dozens of bags of gemstones. I took it and took it away.

The reason why there are so many gems is that I instructed Tulakov to try to change some low-level gems. There is a microwave oven. It is undoubtedly more cost-effective to change low-level gems than high-level gems, and low-level gems are an adventure to the third world. They are basically useless and only exist as currency in circulation. They are more willing to use more low-grade gemstones for consumption.

"Isn't there a Grace Wald?" Seelakov didn't do anything to take things again. I was a little disappointed, but also had a slight fluke, thinking that Tulakov might be deliberately appetizing.

"Sorry, it really isn't." The barbarian shrugged and completely disappointed me.

"but……"

"Huh?" Seelakov's remarks turned, and it seemed that there was a turning point.

"I want to ask first, young man, do you want Grace Walter, but just take a look at its defense?"

"Um... roughly that's right." I thought about it and nodded.

"What do you think of its demand-reducing properties? I mean, the demand for the power to join Grace Wald has increased. Will the younger brother choose?"

"This is no problem, as long as it is not the equipment of the mine hammer."

I looked at my strength close to 300 points, and said that in a small case, even if Grace Wald’s power demand is increased by another 100 points, I can accept it. Of course, the lower the demand, the better, the same defense Under the conditions, who do not want to wear a light armor for easy movement, rather than heavy heavy armor. Fortunately, Grace has the heavy defense of heavy armor, but the same weight as light armor.

"Of course, in terms of grade requirements... you know Uncle."

When it comes to rank issues, my face is black. Looking at my 67-level level, I feel that the road to revolution is still very far away. If I can have more than 80 levels now, I can choose much better equipment than Grace Wald. In the final analysis, it is because of Grace Wall The level requirements of Germany are more in line with my situation, and not like most other people who like it, they value the advantages of portability.

"That's easy." Turakoff clapped his hands, smiling.

"I thought you valued its lightweight attributes. In fact, according to your requirements. At this stage, there are a lot of equipment that can be compared with Grace Wald, but if you look at the defense and attributes, Big Grace Elder is better."

"Oh? What's the matter, can you say that you can get it." I thought about it in my heart, and it seemed to me. Probably, I once owned Grace Wald, and I was particularly profound about its attributes, so I had a kind of obsession that I had to do. Now I want to come, how stubborn and rigid this idea is.

"Of course there is, otherwise what do I mention to you about this?" Tulakov laughed, but immediately. His expression hesitated again.

"You are saying, hurry up and help the younger to get this done." I'm not in a hurry, but Saqili is in a hurry first, urging aside, Turakov nodded as soon as he saw the order of [Master] .

"At the time of the transaction. I chatted with those people and accidentally got good news. There is a team that wants to sell a piece of equipment, but they have a request. The equipment they sell, only change one piece of equipment, what else No change."

"What equipment are they trying to change?"

"They want to change the peace ring of nature~www.ltnovel.com~ woo!" Hearing the name, Sa Qili immediately wailed. This ring is the nemesis of the necromancer. Seeing it, ten necromancers have Nine faces will become like eating a big bowl of dead flies.

The three of Saqili knew that I had this dark gold ring. I had seen them before. It turned out to be so. No wonder Tulakov would care about this news.

"Want nature's peace ring? I can change it, no problem."

After thinking about it, I said decisively that it might be useful in the future, but I don’t regret it, because... because I know that there is one in Shirmanya, which was given to her by the elven tribes in order to deal with the regenerative demon Celer. Sen, I hope to restrain its regenerative ability, but unfortunately it doesn’t work for Celson, and the one I have now is exactly what came out of Celson.

When it’s a big deal, ask Hiermanya to borrow an excuse. After killing Selson and taking revenge on her lover, she resigned from all elves, swore allegiance to me, and volunteered to become my knight. Such a trivial thing.