Diablo Destruction

Morissa is not so easy to succumb, the method of turning the horns is one of her few hobbies, or she will not risk her life and hire someone to go to the sewer to investigate, and after a while, she wonders what He suddenly jumped from the bed, rubbed his hat, put on a scarf, lifted the corner of his clothes and turned around, looked at himself, and confirmed that he was dressed correctly, um, set off.

"What's the idea with this little guy?"

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, I saw Morissa's tiny figure passing by quickly in the courtyard.

Do you want to go out and eat at K?

"Relax, no."

My sister seemed to see through my thoughts and said confidently that she was only getting along for less than a day, why she could use a definite tone that had already understood Morissa's idea, anyway, I also got along with Morissa for several times Owner Yue, why do you have an irrefutable sense of identity with your sister’s judgment? Can only women really understand women?

Turning back unwillingly, I saw the culprit who picked Morissa up, my sister, lying on a wide and comfortable wicker chair in a **** pose as if nothing had happened. With a suffocating white and slender halo, as if the green onions and jade fingers that have never been touched by the spring water of the sun, I am looking through a magazine that is similar in size and shape to the women's fashion weekly, with an elegant movement. The corners of her lips seemed to be smiling, her cold and proud sea blue eyes made her noble breath more intense.

Perhaps many people will wonder about the magazine in her hand. In fact, this kind of thing is often seen in the adventurer bar. Adventurers can read it at will when they are bored. If necessary, the bar owner can make a copy for you. Just because of the expensive paper, the cost of this procedure is very valuable, but this money is nothing for me who has upstarts consciously. So every time I go to a pub, I will habitually ask for a copy, which has accumulated a thick stack.

Of course, the content inside cannot be an introduction such as gourmet jewelry, electrical appliances, tourism, transportation, etc., but some rumor and gossip about the possibility of adventurers, such as which team is doing. The number of monsters in the area suddenly increased, and so on, and there is another point that is absolutely indispensable for adventurers who like gossip, that is, the strength of Lu Gaoyin among the various adventure teams. Although the ranking method is not fair. Many adventurers sneered at this, and Quan was a laughing stock. However, few people dare to question the top of the ranking. There is no doubt that this man is the sister of Shar.

As for my local information, I also paid a little bit of curiosity. Because the ranking method of adventurer bars varies from city to city, my strength is probably floating between 2-8, looking at the ranking A lone series of short data on the list-one of the three heroes of Lu Gaoyin, the mysterious and powerful transformation Druid, a black cloak and a blue excellent helmet. No one knows his appearance and name so far. It's quite let me enjoy the feeling of being in a high place. After all, if I now dress up as a passerby to sell my message to the tavern, I don't know how much it can be worth?

And another identity, the priest, certainly cannot appear in the rankings, even if I look forward to and admire this career that has been lost for many years. No one thinks how strong a priest is—the same level. The priest, even a mercenary-level adventurer, could not win this concept, quoted by countless hero novels. It has been regarded as a law by people. Of course, perhaps it is indeed the case. After reading the skill tree of the little ghost, I have a fairly full understanding of the damage output ability of the priest.

"In this way, dinner is probably inseparable."

Looking at the distant white figure, my prophet moaned consciously, stretched lazily lazily, walked to the wicker chair and lay down in his own place, holding my sister's petite body in arms in.

"It's just asking for bitter taste."

Shaerna put the magazine in her hand, put her back on her arm, and lifted her chin, only to find that the other party was asleep, and her breathing lightly flicked her eyes gently, and her itchy, cold mouth could not help smiling. She closed her eyes successively.

"Forget it, it's good to have a nap. There are not many days like this..."

At the other end, Morissa, who was about to launch the "Last Jihad" at dinner, was looking firm and confidently on the street at the moment, not looking at the shops frequented by adventurers, and walking for a moment. Stopped in front of a tailor shop.

Morissa looked around with guilty conscience. If she pulled the gauze away, she would definitely see her little face that was gradually reddened. Unfortunately, the people around her did not have this eye blessing. Can stay on her small but exquisite figure. In fact, most men along the way are also like this. Morissa’s figure can’t be described as fullness, or even not much development, but can be called Lugao Because of the flower, how many women can match the proportion of the figure and the sense of coordination?

In a certain aspect, Morissa, who didn't find herself being watched by countless scorching eyes, if she hadn't shown her mercenary-level strength, I'm afraid that a superficial man had stepped forward to talk, and then confirm the surrounding and When there was no acquaintance, she swelled into the tailor shop like a clever little squirrel. After about half an hour, she came out again. It seemed that she was ready. She held a bag of things in her arms. Looking back-I can imagine her mood swings at the moment, because as a mercenary, she has no need to hold things in her arms...

When passing by the yard, he "inadvertently" shifted his eyes and saw the two people through the glass. They were close to each other like a newborn kitten, and their sleeping face was very happy.

"Humph--"

The nose twitched slightly, and the pretty right foot in pink princess shoes crossed a high arc, and fell sharply on an innocent tree pole next to it.

"Bum--" The big tree trembled violently, and even the young leaves that had just emerged rustled down.

"Buzz---"

She kicked five or six feet in a row like a continuous technique, until the position where she was kicked was obviously recessed, and the ground was covered with a layer of fresh green leaves, she stopped in relief, her expression from beginning to end. There was no change, and he walked through the yard with his face holding his arms.

have to say. Another victim of the accident, the seemingly flashy princess shoes are quite durable...

After returning to her den, Morissa threw the things in her arms on the bed, then picked up the mirror, and kept facing the mirror for the rest of the afternoon. It seemed like she was casting a terrifying curse, what conspiracy was planned in her heart, and what useful (?) knowledge she learned from the book. What terrible (?) situation will appear at dinner. No one but her can predict...

When I woke up dimly, it was already evening. The sleepy sunset gradually sank from the end of the treetops, the surrounding scene was shrouded in darkness, and the desert at dusk had quietly raised the wind, but it felt very warm. Looking down, it turned out that my sister was crunching and sleeping in her arms , That soft sleeping posture is cute like a kitten, if you look at it that way. It is impossible to imagine that she is the cold and proud Queen Lugaoin.

I got up gently, and my sister was still more alert than the cheetah, but the sister was surprisingly not awakened, but the warmth beside her disappeared, letting her "accr" beep a few times, curling her body tighter like a lonely cold, l Can't help smiling, never thought that my sister's sleep was so flawless and lovely. I started to envy Casia. She used to see such a beautiful scene often before.

Carefully took out a blanket to wrap her, then stood straight and stretched her waist and shoulders for a long time. Inadvertently, I found several magic lights on the dark corridor, and there seemed to be some movement in the kitchen. Counting time, it should be Morissa preparing dinner.

I walked gently towards the kitchen and thought it would be better if it could be strangled in the cradle by Morissa’s little abacus. Maybe if my sister is happy, she will be rewarded with compassion. What leftovers left her...

The soft magic light is scattered in the promenade, and the wooden floor stepped on barefoot still radiates the residual temperature of the sun, making the time and space of the entire promenade seem to be delayed a little longer than outside. The morning and evening in the desert are the most beautiful moments At this time, the desert did not have the excessive enthusiasm in the daytime, nor the irritability and dryness of the night, as if it were sitting next to the campfire at night, using the branches to fiddle with the scarlet carbon fire, and sometimes sip a fragrant Hot milk tea, warm but not burning, will only make people want to sleep beautifully.

At the moment, I was living in a foreign country, walking in a Western-style architectural style, with a hint of the setting sun, and some cold magic lights shining with each other, sprinkling a piece of gold on the wall corridor, the window was quiet and hazy Surrounded by the serene atmosphere, it gives me a dreamlike feeling. Although it is not a literati, it does not affect my intoxicated mood at the moment. Yes, if the taboo gate is not opened, the scenery should be Peaceful and quiet beauty.

The bright lights in the kitchen broke this hazy beauty, so I had to squint my eyes. In the haze, Morissa's petite posture still stood at the position at noon, with the flat chair at noon under my feet, Doing the same thing as noon, the cutting board..., yes, it turned out to be the case. Large households prepare hundreds of spare cutting boards. Isn’t that a matter of course?

Then, the things in the eyes gradually became clear, gradually..., gradually...

"boom--"

In an instant, the earth shivered, the sun roared, the galaxy was shocked, and the universe exploded...

Dingding stood at the door. I was completely stunned by the scene in front of me. My consciousness stopped, my brain crashed, my body was petrified, and only my nose was still faithfully flowing bright red liquid.

(The little ghost in the necklace was unable to kneel down on the ground at the moment, and murmured in disbelief: "Original...there is still this trick. Sure enough, there is a mountain outside the mountain. I... I lost. ...")

In the bright kitchen, the back of Morissa's back with a faint halo is as shocking as a delicate glass art. There is no trace of wrinkled snow muscles revealing the delicate luster that only high-grade silk satin has. The soft curve of the back is just like a magical work. If you add a little bit of it, it will make people feel sorry. From the shoulder to the bottom, the petite buttocks that are not yet mature due to the standing posture are so charming. The important thing is that there is no trace below, the clean pink crack. Cough... I can't look down anymore, and my eyes are forced down, still a slender and snowy alluring calf...

The one who showed me in sight, wearing only a cute apron all over the body. Not even underpants..., this green crime is fatally seduced. It's just...

Hear the door open. Morissa turned back slowly, sideways, inside the only thin silk apron worn all over her body. The original chest seems to have risen a lot awkwardly. The above two pink convex points that seduced the man's sight are particularly attractive. The beautiful and harmonious curve is now completely outlined.

I stared blankly at Morissa with a casual look, a shocking shock, so that even the voice shook slightly.

"You... where did you learn from... learned, didn't you..., let you stop reading those strange books? If you do, I...I..."

"I...?" Sakura lips lightly opened. It seemed to be puzzled by my unfinished words, and I felt Morissa's eyes become doubtful.

"I...my spirit...soul..." "Spirit...soul...?" The voice became more confused.

"The soul is about to explode..." I was erect in anger and was about to be like a Super Saiyan.

"Break your dead head."

It seemed that the foot from the void intercepted my local words in the air, and my sight was elongated and blurred... I felt that my body passed through many obstacles in an instant, and finally embedded in a hard object...

Sarna's tall figure appeared behind the door, looking at Morissa with a hostile look. Brows stirred violently. This scene, which seems to be unbelievable, is beyond doubt. It was from her that one person smashed several kitchen utensils with the momentum of breaking through bamboo, and finally inserted a foot firmly into the wall.

"Dear... Dear..., Lord..., Master..."

Morissa disregarded Sarna's murderous gaze, she trot forward, dragged me from the wall and placed it on the ground, her head resting on her thigh, clutching my hands tightly.

"Okay, master!?"

"It's okay..."

I was so angry that the floating silk responded, and I could clearly feel the gentle touch under my head, and looking from this angle, the chest, which was originally less than the size of the bun, seemed to become appreciable...

"Great, Master, from now on, your most loyal and lovely Morissa, will serve you well, for a lifetime, two people together, away from all wars and hatreds, away from all superfluous people, to create only belong to The world of us two."

What a heartfelt remark, if the expression can be a little richer and the tone is not so cold..., Huh—? Having said that, this line seems a bit familiar, it seems to have been seen in which hero novel, did I think about it?

"Good... good..."

In this situation, I can't think more about it. I can only nod my head in excitement, and feel that my body is weaker. Is this the legendary TRUE.END?

At this time, something more shocking happened to me.

Morisa, who was originally indifferent, suddenly bit **** her bright red lips, and a blush was quickly smeared on her face, so fast that I could not tell the truth, she would show shy feelings? Just kidding, I immediately attributed it to my own illusion, but it is undeniable that Morissa's current look is definitely trying to suppress some kind of emotion in his heart.

However, everything had just begun, she took a few deep breaths quietly, and then...

Jitter... Jitter...

The corners of the lips twitched, pulled..., and then..., slowly pulled away with a slow motion lens.

The time seemed to be slowed down hundreds of times, and I looked at her without blinking, watching her lips slowly...pulling away slowly, gradually...the corner of the lips seemed to be recessed gradually There seems to be a small dimple, this sense of uncertainty is gradually expanding with the trembling and pulling of the corner of the mouth, and finally confirmed.

Morissa, who is constantly struggling with giving up and hard work, seems to have spent a whole century of time, continuous hard work, continuous giving up, and continuous courage to finally bend his mouth into a weird arc.

At this moment, time seemed to stop, staring at the arc. Obviously it was so stiff, even a weird smile, without the coordination of the eyes, nor the expression to modify it, why his heart would be so excited by this infinite touch. The violent heart is like jumping out, unable to breathe, that little dimple. That crooked arc. Let my mind no longer contain others...

When I came back, Morisa still had a numb expression on his face, everything just now... was it a dream? Do not. No, there was a trace of blush remaining on her face, which made me think that that scene could never be a dream. The true touch was still filled in my heart, and I could never forget it again.

"You guys, seem to be getting along very well."

The pillow under my head was empty, and I hadn't waited for the reaction. Some hard object stepped on me, and my body seemed to... sink into the ground.

It seems that my sister is really angry, hoping not to have a concussion.

With only half of the head exposed on the ground, I saw my sister twisting her neck like a kitten, holding Morissa, and then opened the door, and the object fell to the ground. Closing the door. In one fell swoop, it really turned out to be a warrior who had gone through many battles. "Be aware. Don't use magic. Climb to the top of the building with my bare hands, and sleep in that outfit in the future."

The elder sister's voice of anxiety and faintness vaguely revealed, and I couldn't help but burst into joy after seeing the expressions of crying and laughing in the usual stable adults.

The pedaling footsteps came back, and gradually approached. I pulled out half of my head from the ground, but instead of standing up, I turned over and lay lazily on the floor in large letters.

"Happy now."

Just turning over, I saw my sister standing next to me, leaning down beautifully, narrowing her eyes to look at me, and sending extremely dangerous signals all over her.

Not good, I instantly judged that if a poor answer was given later, it wouldn't be the same kind of injury just now, U-shaped hoop, V-shaped kill, no matter what kind of it is my lingering nightmare .

"I can't expect this kind of thing, who would have thought..." Awkward explanation, he couldn't help but glanced at the scene just now, the nosebleed that finally stopped, and there was a trend of counterflow, looking at the sister's gradually approaching With a smiley face, I dare to continue thinking, and quickly shook my head.

"No, no, that kind of thing is too shameless. As a new generation of cultural, thoughtful, and ambitious changers, we should resolutely put an end to it, resist it with all our strength, and create a healthy and harmonious new for the newcomers in the future. The world is right."

Seeing the comical interpretation of my panic explanation, Sharna couldn't help but chuckled, her eyes blurred, and the color of memory was revealed.

"Really, it hasn't changed at all. Remember the first time we met?"

In my mind, I instantly recalled that two years ago, on the archery field, the unknown rookie archer, I couldn't help but blush for a while. It may be a warm memory for my sister, but as a harlequin, I doubtlessly want to think every time I think about it. Hit the wall.

The cold little hand fell on the cheek, and the elder sister crouched down, gently touching my dusty hair and face, and his face was soft.

"Does it still hurt?"

"If it hurts, you will definitely hit me again."

I looked at it with pity, to be honest, it didn't hurt at all. Although the two feet seemed to have amazing lethality, the control of the force has reached a level that ordinary adventurers can't imagine, a gentle sister, and How willing to hurt me is just the inevitable dizziness in my head.

"That's of course, if you can't even bear this attack, you can simply go back to Rogge and save me worry." I glanced back at me and then said.

"It's just that I didn't expect that little guy to play this hand for me, it's kind of..." A headache.

Haha, to let her sister show this sense of frustration, Morissa is proud of it. In a sense, she has already won a small game tonight.

However, my gains are not bad. I can see Morissa's efforts to change herself. Although the smile is still very blunt, in my opinion, she looks harder than any smile.

"Always feel..." Lying on the floor, I muttered to myself.

"There is a feeling that my daughter has finally grown up!!"

"Huh~www.ltnovel.com~ Although it's a bit ugly, but it's really hard work. This is commendable. When the younger brother's maid is barely qualified," the sister raised her eyebrows, and it seemed clear to me at the moment Inner feelings.

"But that's it." I turned my head and looked at half of the ingredients on the cutting board.

"Sister..., can you cook?"

"Barbecue..." replied without hesitation, and then looked at the tool left and right, weighed it, and added a few words: "and stew."

"What a coincidence, I happen to do both." I scratched my head and smiled bitterly.

Barbecue and stew, but the dishes that adventurers call the two great foods, just taste...

This chapter was originally intended to be divided into two chapters. In the end, it is still together. It is a two-in-one. These seven days have not been lazy. The free time is all in the code word, about 10,000, but there is no upload. Let’s post the rest of the day tomorrow. Having said that, these chapters are all about the plot of Morissa and Salna. Every time I write about Morissa, it reminds me of the Philippine in "Steel Shell Reggios" Li, especially in the fourth episode.