Diablo Destruction

"Otherwise what do you think it is?" It was a fuss to see me, and a serious and serious face was analyzed. Then the old drunkard who followed followed with a gun raised his eyebrows.

"Don't you think it's rude to start work in the backyard of someone else's house without permission from the host?" I think it's necessary to remind the old drunkard who is this house and the boss of this site.

"Oh, they have already greeted Velas."

"Say hello to me too!"

"At that time, you were at a low point in your life and you could not hide under the blanket."

"I have been frustrated for a long time. I am recovering super fast, okay. Ordinary adventurers encounter this kind of blowback frustration. Can not one cheer up for a year and a half?"

I thought of myself buried in the bed, crying in the arms of Verras. My old face was reddish, and I immediately argued aloud. This is an inevitable objective matter determined by objective reasons, objective reasons, objective history, and objective environment.

"I understand, I understand, you are foolishly optimistic. This is commendable."

"Just mock, just wait and see."

I gritted my teeth. If I can restore my strength this time, the first thing I need to do is to make the unfulfilled oath first, step on the disgraced old drunkard under my feet, watch her struggle, and see that she can’t drink. Howling, how beautiful it is, even if it is just to do this, I have to rejuvenate and redouble my efforts.

"It's a good thing that you have such an ambitious goal." The old drunkard gazed courageously, and patted me on the shoulder with encouragement. Oops. Was he used mind-reading again? Despicable Union Dog!

"So, in order to realize your great wish, now..." Humming her **** off, polluting the environment in the black plug minor, came to the center of the open space and glanced.

"The place is still a bit small. Fara old things, old miser, don't want to spend a lot of energy, but training your weak chicken is barely enough."

This kind of self-talking half let me agree, half made me fiery words, the old drunkard pointed a gun, and lifted my chin against me with bad intentions.

"Still doing something silly, let me run around for ten laps first."

I:"……"

On this day, someone finally recalled the fear of being once dominated by the devil-like training of the old drunkard, and the humiliation of wantonly being knocked on the face by the end of the spear.

Just before noon, I faced the ground like a dead dog and gasped.

"Useless fellow, I thought you could hold on for at least one day." The old drunkard sat on a stone pier that didn't know where to move, yawning, and Erlang's legs twisted.

"Adult, Master Kasha, it's time for lunch." At this time, the stairs came down with a gentle and pretty figure, which was Veras carrying a steaming food basket. This mysteriously appeared underground training space, she really knew.

Seeing her little wife, the puppy Velas appeared, I didn't want her to see her puffy tongue tired out of the dog's embarrassed side, and vigorously lifted up her last strength to sit up and wipe the sweat on the cheeks like heavy rain, Pretend to be okay and look calm.

You see, training in every area can't help me, it's just a warm-up exercise.

"Oh, isn't this still strength? Run three more laps." The old drunkard who swallowed the saliva and took the food basket from Velas, fluttered without looking back. The tone and my gaze As if nothing had happened, the wind was light.

I almost spit out old blood in my heart, you guys, want to eat single food without this, do you play me?

"Master Kasha, the grown-up is tired. How about taking a break? No matter how much training you have to combine work and rest." Velas looked at us worriedly. Obviously, my poor performance of strong fighting spirit was not deceived. To her.

"So, do you listen to me, or your gentle wife?" During the speech, the old drunkard grabbed the delicious food in the basket with his hand and squeezed it into his mouth regardless of his image. Do not reply vaguely.

"You're ruthless." Against the back of the old drunkard, he waved his fist vigorously, and my heart was more determined to fulfill the original vow, if there was a day to restore strength.

He staggered up, struck his trembling legs, clenched his roots, and continued to run around the space where there were two football fields.

I was a little bit dismissive before. After all, I was still a master in the era of the master. The training ground and the competition are not ten square miles, and I can’t meet it at all. It’s just the size of two football fields, even if I swim in shallow water. , Huluo Pingyang, where is shallow water, which is Pingyang, it is clear that puddles and iron cages are good, too small to look at people.

Now, I hate that the place is too big, three laps, three laps!

Staggering the trot, but also listening to follow up, from time to time with a lance [urging] my old drunk, while eating and drinking, while ridiculed to the restless Velas.

"Combining work and rest? Are you listening to a fool, are you talking about sheep or training? If it is the former, you know better, I have nothing to say, if it is the latter, who will tell you, who will you go back to fan, one Slap the words, let it be lazy, don't teach others bad."

Gnawing a piece of thigh meat, this delicious lazy drunken man said eloquently: "What is training? That is to practice in the dead. I can’t move a finger every day, and I can sleep immediately after lying on the sea of ​​swords and fire. This is called Training, the real strongman, none came out of the combination of work and rest. If you don’t believe it, you can go back to the camp to see the students in the training camp, or Carlos Seattle who is touted as a genius by everyone The little ghost heads, even stinky girls and Aalto who claim to have a higher talent than Tarasha, asked them what their usual training looks like."

"In a word, as long as you are not dead, practice in the dead."

"It's just two sentences." I gritted my teeth and turned back to correct it. Then I saw the old drunkard's mouth wide open. After chewing half of the meat, it almost leaked out. It was disgusting, and Vera was also shocked.

"Look at it." Soon, the old drunkard recovered, his tongue rolled, his mouth sucked, chewed his mouthful of food into his stomach, and suddenly became angry.

"Look, my training is so quick to bear fruit. This stinky boy has become smarter. This is me, the power of Lord Casha. Why does Akara depend on me, and now I know why."

Come on, this kind of devil training that goes to death has a hairy relationship with IQ. Do you still have to be shameless, do you have any shame?

I knew that this kind of guy should be used to sacrifice those heroic predecessors. Maybe the predecessors were sanctioned when they saw such a shameless shame, and they were happy in their hearts. Suddenly they figured it out. The resentment was resolved. Need me to change what holy moon sage wolf, what kind of explosion.

And you, why? My puppy, the most tender and considerate little wife, why should you nod in agreement with surprise, what is wrong with you? You are not the Velas I know!

My old blood almost spewed out, and I just wanted to lie on the ground to hold salted fish, all thoughts were gray, but unfortunately, the old drunkard's spear always came so timely, once I showed signs of falling down, I would accurately point at The knees, waists, etc., magically help me maintain balance. When the movement is slow, the spear will appear in time to help me accelerate.

When he fell into this guy's hand, his body didn't listen to him, he couldn't stop, he couldn't fall down, even if the whole body cramped, or even the consciousness was comatose, she could only continue to run under her spear.

This old drunkard, I am afraid that it was not a corpse killer.

After three laps, I fell down completely, and even the food sent by Vera Si was unable to chew and almost choked to death.

Fortunately, the thoughtful puppy prepared some hot soup, barely drank a few large bowls, and finally added a little energy, recovered a little physical strength, did not wait for rest, and was hurried to training by the old drunkard.

On the first day of training, I didn’t know how I left the underground training ground. At the end, I should have passed out immediately. This reminds me of the middle level of breaking through the power of the world. The memory of memory loss is about to be lost.

In other words, since it is about to be lost, why can I still recall it with my low-capacity brain? Don't care about the details, Meng is justice, because that is the little sister.

I remember that at that time, like now, only half of the toss was left, and it was common to be beaten by a small teacher and a punch. Even at the beginning, I once doubted my life and was lost at the crossroads of fate. , Even the little teacher and sister can't bear a punch, is it really the savior, not the dark version of Tang Jidi? Those **** monsters have been using my life to act with me, making me think I am strong?

The current situation is similar, but this time it’s not an illusion, it’s because I am really weak, and in comparison, I still prefer the previous feeling. Of course, beforehand, I am definitely not shaking, even if the other party is Little sister, even if you are beaten with such a delicate and delicate little fist, I refuse.

To say the reason for liking is probably the difference between the two, just like an exhausted dragon, and an exhausted mortal, it is also impossible to lift a finger, but the dragon Still a dragon, still imposing, facing the enemies who want to take advantage of the emptiness, even if they choose the worst way, they all die together, and they can take away the enemies in front of them. Guy with good intentions.

What about mortals? Not to mention the ability to resist in the event of exhaustion, even if it is full of energy, can it resist in the face of a volatile enemy?

In the final analysis, it is a matter of choice, the former can choose, the latter can not choose, and then the white point is essentially a matter of dignity and face, even if the former is dead, it is also deadly and proud, and the latter is even alive. Living humble, suffocating.

So, I crave milk... Ah, I crave electron neutron protons and power!

I am now more eager than ever! ! !

This sudden new desire is no longer for the protection of anyone, nor for other, great, or sounding dreams and reasons.

Just because I am used to knowing its convenience and its value, so I don’t want to lose it, and in order to maintain the pitiful but essential self-esteem of the man, face, buried deep inside, I thought I never had it. Little pride.

Of course, the cravings that were originally created to protect everyone have not been reduced. The two cravings overlap each other. The double cravings bring more and more cravings, so I learned how to be a folding stool with bullets and rain. The great white scientist who walked wisely.

No, there is no time to vomit now, I mean, even the time for frustration is gone, don’t think about anything, don’t hesitate about anything, follow your instincts, pursue this thirst, fight! Train now!

A few months passed, and I finally regained my original strength... Although I want to say this, it is a pity that this is only the beginning of the crucifixion, and only a few days have passed.

In my underground training ground, my embarrassed figure, and the old drunkard Diao Langdang, seemed to be a lazy and boring look that he did not teach at all.

"Scary boy run faster, didn't you eat in the morning? Or did your legs become as soft as eggs?"

"Eat, spit out all tired, bastard! You are the egg, your family is the egg."

As I ran, I shouted angrily, but only in this way to exhaust my physical and mental fatigue and grievances, think about it... forget it, or don’t think about it, it’s like living in a different world from scratch, so think about it I'm still a little happy, but now there is only one rime sauce!

There are two little maids, but don’t be too extravagant to take care of yourself. The Velas and they are also sent away by me. I don’t want to expose my weak ugliness to their eyes for a long time, although I know they don’t mind. , But I don’t mind, yes, it’s still the poor self-esteem of the man who is at work~www.ltnovel.com~ Now, I regret it a little bit. If there are girls, how can the old drunkard converge? Reduce the amount of nightmarish training, at least that annoying mouth shut me tight.

I'm a little skeptical, the strength and skills of Brother II and Brother Selna, who had been rapidly improved, shouldn't it be because of this mouth.

When you can’t help the wind, the old drunkard is a guy who is good at bitterness. He can jump up your mad, lying on the ground, and continue to run three laps with this resentment, then fainted. .

When you become a little stronger, she will start to feed, not only to sarcasm, but also to teach you to be a man with a spear, not only to speak, but also not to mention a gentleman, even a villain, my wild transferee, before It is to omit the first stage and directly see the completely old drunkard in the second stage. As a result, it is still necessary to revisit it after all, and feel that the old drunkard's graciousness is like a teacher's love.

Well, in a sense, this is indeed a talent, but there is no way to make any student who accepts her teaching happy and admired...

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