Diablo Destruction

Slowly awakening from that unbearable memory, Gallon looked at the butterfly girl in front of him and smiled.

"It's really keeping you waiting for a long time, Master Bellir, and I will come to fulfill our original agreement."

"It's okay. It's not too long. Chen Xiangmei has been brewing for thousands of years. Isn't it more intoxicating?" Bellier chuckled, the butterfly wings behind him happily flapping, like an elegant and noble girl, like It is a lively and active little girl, with thousands of faces, which is unpredictable to her nature, or that every one is her nature?

"In order to watch this good show, I specifically pushed out another good show, umm... Although that good show might be more exciting, I just thought that after all, it was a wine that has been aged for thousands of years, and I have added feelings. , So I decided to come here."

Speaking of which, Bellil smiled narrowly: "Another good show, your student is the protagonist? Want to know? Must be very eager to know, right."

That cute expression that day was like a child showing off secrets to adults.

"I don't want to." Gallon shook his head. "Smiling bitterly: "This is a lie, but I know that your character, Master Bellir, will not jump silly, even if you know it? At this point, can you still look back? Rather than doing so, it is better to abandon everything and perform the protagonist of this play well, Master Bellir, are you right? "

"It's not fun at all. Maybe it's been aging for too long, and a little flaw has appeared." In an instant, Belial's face became indifferent. Even after chasing her for a thousand gallons, it was also for this change, and Belial was shocked secretly.

"Forget it, ruin the unfun toys...Do you think I would say that? I lied to you, hehe."

The previous sentence still made Gallon, a powerful man with thousands of years of experience, think that Bellil would be a murderous opportunity. At the next moment, Bellil again blossomed, showing a naive smile.

"Master Belial, you really haven't changed at all." Gallon took a long breath, his back slightly cold, although he had already put his life and death out of the way, no, it was better to say that it was the beginning, the moment towards the mist, I never thought about leaving alive.

However, the wanton destruction as a useless toy was not the ending he wanted. After a thousand years of torment and a thousand years of torture, at least he had to do something before leaving, didn't he?

"Really?" Belial blinked his eyes clear and curious, tilting his head, and instantly fascinated a large group of lo*ic*n's small moves, but it made Gallon more embarrassed.

"I still don't understand, why did you choose me at that time, Master Bellir, can you finally solve my confusion for me as a dying person?"

"Why? I didn't think about it that much. It was just a sudden thought, and it was fun. I just did it. After all, there is one more toy, which is more fun, isn't it?"

"Really? I knew that the answer would be this. I just wanted to hear it myself. People, sometimes, occasionally... No, they are often cheap."

Gallon stared at each other's expressions, knowing that she did not lie. Although it was a demon known as illusion and lie, it was reasonable, not to mention every word she said in her mouth, even every breath she exhaled.

However, Gallon believed that Belial was doing it because he was really bored. He added this to add a toy. Now he, an old man who is about to decay, is no longer qualified to let the other party play tricks.

"Because of this, it is because of this kind of human being that it is interesting and worth my repeated love." Pure eyes, showing a little enthusiasm, seeing such a Belial, Gallon somehow suddenly produced Somewhat absurd, there should be no mercy.

Thousands of years of torture has made my heart numb and rotten, what about Bailier? Claimed to be an older existence than the Three Demon Gods, how many thousands of years have it lived? Her wisdom, her knowledge, may be becoming a burden, or even a disease, making it crazy to find new fun, to prove that she is still alive and still alive.

Isn't it the same for myself?

"I don't understand." Gallon shook his head.

"Since it has become a new toy for Lord Bellir, why have I been placed for another thousand years?"

The fragments of the memories are connected again. The young gallon lost his spirits, and the **** messenger accepted Bailier’s suggestion. He sought the power of revenge from those who should be revenge. It thought that it would only happen in a scene on the stage. Really appear in reality.

Afterwards, as the only insider of the disappeared village and the missing civilians, he concealed the facts and lied to the Alliance that he was out at the time. When he returned, the village and the people were gone, and he did not know what happened.

Then, change jobs! Experience! Become stronger! revenge!

Three hundred years later, the enemy appeared for the second time, he failed to catch up.

Five hundred years later, the enemy appeared for the third time, he finally caught up, and with the strength that has reached the limit of humanity, he successfully blocked the other party. However, revenge still did not succeed.

Now that the millennium has passed, it is time to make a thorough understanding.

Gallon's eyes were low: "I thought, Master Bailier would let me do something to sell the alliance. However, after thousands of years, I seem to have been completely forgotten and become an abandoned child. Of course, for me, This is a good thing."

As early as when he reached a deal with Belil, Gallon decided, but where Bellier let himself betray the alliance and harm his companions, then he would rather die instead of letting the other party succeed.

However, a hundred years passed, hundreds of years passed, and a thousand years passed. Gallon realized that he seemed to be self-loving, and it was too important to think about himself. If it were not for reunion here today, or in the mist. The dusty memories he had personally experienced, he really thought that Bellil had completely forgotten him.

"Did I not say that? You are just a piece that I play with, and I did not expect much. Of course, it is wrong to say that there is no such thing. Seven hundred years ago, you disappointed me. Two hundred years ago, You finally brought me a little dessert, and now it is time for you, this optional piece, to burn yourself and become the aftermath of the next big stage."

After she finished talking, she covered her lips lightly and yawned. Her patience was close to running out and she gave a snap.

Bang Bang Bang Bang

A giant shadow like a hill, showing its huge silhouette from the mist, every step taken, the earth trembles and trembles, and gradually walks over to this side, the air begins to be filled with extremely hungry Breath, as if returning to the wild era, leaving only a monotonous theme of eating and being eaten.

"Really? Have I lost the right to stand on the chessboard as a toy? Well, originally, if..." Gallon murmured to the face of Bellil's fading and the appearance of the horror giant shadow. Turning his head blindly, he lowered his head, groped for a moment in the cloak, took out a handful of spices, and sniffed like a treasure on the tip of his nose.

"Aegina, Aegina, I seem to thank our enemy, if not it, I would think I even forgot about you."

Juying is getting closer and closer, he is still bowing his head and sniffing, as if embracing a lover, unwilling to let go.

At the beginning, he was full of hatred against his enemies, and continued to work hard to revenge in order to have enough power.

Then, even filled with hatred towards himself, why hate himself at that time, why not have the courage to raise the iron sword.

Then later, the fear began, and the scenery of the village began to fade in my mind. Aunt Ramka's figure, Aegina's smile, and the charming fragrance on her body began to blur a little in memory.

Therefore, I once again hate myself for forgetting such a precious thing~www.ltnovel.com~ Then, even the appearance of the enemy began to forget.

Hate the numb self.

I hate to forget the hate myself.

I hate not knowing whether I am still alive.

Until in the mist, as a watcher, once again experienced that memory, gallon suddenly found out.

It turned out that it was not forgotten, but these memories had become part of the flesh and soul, like the omnipresent air.

Yes, not forgetting, just getting used to it.

It turned out I was still alive.

Gallon smiled, he pulled the cloak hard and threw it away.

It turned out that I didn't need these spices...

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