Diablo Destruction

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　　　　\"Speaking boy, thank you this time. ==要读==m"

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

　　　　 Seeing me with a look of wicked vigilance finally made the old drunkard with a straight look once again revealing his eyelids for a while, shaking immediately and violently knocked on my head.

　　　　\"You are a rare kid, I sincerely thank you sincerely for what is this reaction?"

　　　　\"Your sincerity only makes me feel sick." I satirically sneered while covering my head and mouth.

　　　　 The old drunkard opened his mouth to refute, but he was happily relieved: \"Forget it, I am not in a mood today and you guys don’t care about it. In a word, I have said that this time Carlos can win your kid."

　　　　 said she patted me and asked me that my shoulders were full of sighs.

\"There is nothing anyway with real strength. I am indeed not an opponent of Carlos 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 is for me. Not very important."

I shook my head and said, and then remembered one thing: \". By the way, Carlos asked for so many sacred potions. It’s useless. You are his teacher. Can you tell me how many bottles to give me? ."

\"Relax, I know you lazy bones. Participating in the game is for this, if there is no reward, I am afraid that even the ten-camel camel can’t pull you. I have already told Carlos that the divine potion is for him. It’s optional, even if it’s all given to you."

　　　　\"All? That's how Duo Yi Shan is just Carlos himself doesn't need it?" I asked in curiosity.

　　　　\"Besides the indispensable equipment, the master who has reached our state of mind is generally disdain to use other foreign objects to enhance his strength." The old drunkard said with a serious master tone with the glory that can blind the dog's eyes.

I:\"……"

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

　　　　\"It’s nothing." I turned my head guilty and shifted the subject.

　　　　\"But then what is the purpose of Carlos really worth it. So desperately?"

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

　　　　\"Wait, you will know it naturally, but I think he wants to achieve his purpose is not so simple. It is not impossible to say so. He may also know this."

　　　　\"I even knew why it was impossible to work so hard?"

　　　　\"There are some things in this world, even if you know it is impossible, you have to work hard to do it, even if there is only a first-line opportunity, because if you don’t try it, you will have no chance to live at all, and everything you work for will be meaningless."

At this point, she sighed again and looked up at the sky, her eyes narrowed slightly: \"There are three kinds of people in this world. The first kind of person lives to achieve the purpose in her heart; the second kind of person lives to find the purpose of living; The third kind of person is aimlessly living a life in vain."

　　　　Hey, let me talk about the topic and turn to the connotation now, how can this old drunken man always feel emotion like the brain is blowing?

　　　　\In short, although Carlos’ hopes of achieving his goal are slim, if he does not win, he really does not know what he will do, so I thank you, of course, the money will not be paid back temporarily.

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

When 　　　　 was talking, we had already arrived at the edge of the contest space.

　　　　\"Is it here?" I asked in a loud voice. .

　　　　Although it is said that the process of personal privacy rewards cannot be disclosed, it is not necessary to choose this place.

　　　　\"Of course it is not that we will wait any longer." The old drunkard answered his eyes and looked at who seemed to be waiting.

　　　　After a while, the miser led Carlos and came to see me and the old drunkard already standing here. They didn't look surprised but went straight.

　　　　 If it is seen by others, we will surely think that three of our league elders plus a contest contest champion and four people are going 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 have been brought directly from the ring. His expression was a little dignified and nervous, and he was both looking forward to and afraid of something, even the broken heavenly costume and blood stained on his body after fighting. Without cleaning up the ragged blood stains, it looked like a downcast warrior who had just come off the battlefield.

　　　　 saw me and Kasha, he didn't say hello, but the subconscious nodded in a trance, nodded and let people know at first glance that his heart had been completely drawn by what he did and did not put everything around him in his heart.

　　　　\"How come so slowly?"

　　　　The old drunkard complained that, as a matter of principle, we spent time with Villas for a while. It should be the miser and Carlos who came first.

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

　　　　 It's not easy to wipe the sweat on the forehead like a stingy ghost. Sometimes a person with a muscle in his head is more difficult to deal with than those old foxes.

　　　　\"I said he would disappear after the game." The old drunkard showed a sudden look.

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

　　　　\"That kid is too impulsive to be suitable for this occasion." The old drunkard pulled out the jug and took a sip of satisfaction.

Will there be an inevitable conflict between impulse and \"this occasion"? Just receiving an award and unable to understand the words of the old drunkard, I was about to ask the miser, but he seriously muttered what was causing me to close my mouth immediately.

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

　　　　\"Go in, Akara, they are waiting."

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

　　　　I said where did Akara go? What is the main reason to put down such an important final? Don't watch it. I was hiding in this limited edition special seat to watch the live broadcast.

　　　　 walked me while looking at this space full of holy power.

　　　　 The sacred breath in the air is so rich that it even shows a faint milky white mist like people are in a fairyland.

　　　　Nose inhalation of this milky white gas immediately made the body and mind become stable and full of holiness and serenity. This feeling is more than a few hundred times more intense than the area shed by the arrival of the two-winged angel Ericel.

　　　　 What is even more shocking is that this breath of holy power that is so large and frightening is unique, that is, it is all scattered 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.

The four-winged angel is equivalent to the existence of the three demon gods. If it is Tyrrell, it is more than the three demon gods as the angel patriarch of the six-winged angel Michael and the deputy chief of the six-winged angel Gabriel. Tyrrell, the first person with wing strength, heard that he had escaped unharmed under the combined force of the three demon gods.

His strength is the four-wing first person recognized by heaven and hell. The third and fifth rank is only under Michael Gabriel Lucifer and Satan. Because the wings are different from other angels, Tyrrell’s is the light. Touch...Oh, it’s not the wings of light, so it’s called the light wing. The fifth is called the shirtless. The inside of the five angels is called the five lords. It is said that the left shirt has a dragon tattoo. The face is wearing a Texas chainsaw murderer mask. The dancing dragon and phoenix dance are covered with the blood of countless underworld brothers.

　　　　By the way, the following words are my own YY.

I don’t know what’s going on in this space. When I’m finished with YY, I don’t see the end, but Carlos on the side seems to be more anxious than me. The look on his face can’t help but a Fara who will take the lead and walk in the warm pace. Stretching on the waist instantly.

　　　　 After a while, the milky white holy mist was more dense and the breath spread across the opposite was also more amazing. It almost made me feel a kind of worship.

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

　　　　 But it is a pity that Tyrrell is not so good because of his wings of light. The three realms are almost unknown, and the angels in front of him are ordinary white wings although they are also four wings.

However, although the four-winged angel is not Tyrrell, the breath of it is really terrible. When I didn’t see it, I still wanted to ask him for an autograph and sell it to the rich and rich. Probably worth a lot of money, but now I have a closer look at what is wrong with me. I just feel that my soul is affected by the ubiquitous sacred breath, and even my footsteps have been relieved involuntarily.

I don’t have to doubt that the giant four-winged angel with a height of more than five meters can easily kill the blood bear. Even if I am in the second wing class, I can’t say that I can win the opponent, but I am a little bit guilty 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 winged wings is too great. It seems that from winged wings to quasi-four wings is another threshold.

　　　　\"You are the players of this final, Carlos and Wu Fan, are very good as the first-world adventurers. You performed very well."

　　　　 The four-winged sky used a majestic voice to say that listening to the ears was as solemn as the bells and made the brain buzz.

　　　　\"I am the Quasi-Four-Angel Angel Cayar and I am glad to see you."

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

My ordinary brain has been completely unable to calculate and directly crashed, and I have to admire Akara for being able to sit for such a long time under the pressure of such a strong man. His face is still smiling. Does the Great Eye not tell her? The person next to him can directly wipe out her soul with just a hair?

　　　　\"Your performances are very good this time..."

After Cayar finished speaking, it was our turn to take charge of Akira, the boss of Zhili, which made me feel embarrassed, but I was embarrassed, but I don’t know if I was illusion. There is a meaning of "what exactly is the price of selling this kid".

　　　　 Carlos's face calmed down, and he wondered what he was thinking in his head. It could be seen that he didn't listen to Akala's wordy words at all.

　　　　After a while, Akala's talented speech ended with Tim's lips announced: \"Now then invite this competition champion Carlos to come and receive the reward."

　　　　 didn't return to the soul until this sentence sounded, and his body shuddered as if he was welcoming something solemn.

　　　　\"安洁丽尔."

With the quasi-four-wing angel Caiar's order slowly coming out from behind her, an indifferent female angel holding ten bottles of delicate crystal vials inlaid with gold rims, carved like diamonds, can be vaguely seen The inside of the bottle is filled with half a bottle of transparent light medicine, which makes the small bottle already exquisite.

　　　　 Those transparent liquids are probably divine diluted water.

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, her appearance was too dazzling and other female angels. Compared to it, it’s just that the lack of beauty is that the look is too indifferent, like a robot without emotions, which is better than the three no princesses.

　　　　 Of course, no matter how beautiful the angels are in my eyes, they can't compare with Velas. They slightly praised me in my heart. I was bored to focus my eyes on others.

Carlos had already become very calm. A dramatic expression suddenly appeared on Carlos's face-shock, surprise, unbelief. At this time, he felt that I was no longer the indifferent Paladin who seemed to be indifferent to anything, but a The volcano is about to explode with passion.

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

　　　　But under Carlos's intense gaze, the calmness of female angels, who were still unconscious as if they were puppets, was really good.

　　　　\"Carlos!!"

　　　　 Seeing Carlos stepping forward as if he was going to do something, Akara's voice rang with a slight sigh, but the tone of peace was full of irresistible majesty.

After this call, Carlos seemed to be awake a bit and went out to stop. His eyes still didn't leave the other side's face. The eyes flashed with tears, his lips trembling, and he wanted to say something but he didn't know where to start. appearance.

　　　　\"Carlos player, this is your reward."

　　　　The female angel handed over ten bottles of divine potions in her hand. The voice was crisp and sweet, but it was as cold as the wind from Haruogas. There was no emotion.

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

In an instant, Carlos showed tears in the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't help but shed a lonely look from his blood-stained face, plus the **** rotten armor looked like he was pregnant after a **** battle. The soldiers who came back with full of joy but now the family has all been killed in the war generally let even adventurers who are accustomed to grief and joy to see see it.

　　　　\"I am Angeline but don’t know you."

　　　　The female angel named An Jielier used the robot-like indifferent expression and then almost half-forced to put ten bottles of divine potion into Carlos' trembling hands.

\"No, it’s impossible, you are An Jielier, my wife, your breath, your taste. I still remember it clearly, I can’t admit it wrong, tell me why Anjielier refused to recognize me as those damn. Angel? Don’t be afraid, even if you fight this life, I would have been with you. Wasn’t it agreed? An Jielier!!!?”

Carlos grabbed Angeline’s hands with a near-incoherent voice and said loudly that his eyes were full of firmness and hope that he would feel like saying that the other party would be able to shed tears with the sweet laughter that made him drunk like before. Yes and It was the same as before~www.ltnovel.com~ but the hope expression on his face gradually stiffened as time went by.

　　　　 At this time, the expressions of other people are also diverse.

There is no expression on Cayar’s hazy face, but a faint smile can be seen faintly. Another two-winged male angel is standing indifferently with wings hanging behind Cayar. I don’t have anything. Know what it looks like.

　　　　 Akala's old drunkards and miserly faces are endless sighs.

　　　　Although I can't see my expression, I should be puzzled.

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

\"Angelil Angel Clan Second Wing Angel was severely injured due to the task several decades ago, resulting in a temporary amnesia. He met Carlos and finally became a husband and wife for five years. Finally, the Angel Clan itself has already recovered memory. It’s that simple to return to heaven."

Spit out from the mouth of the old drunkard as if it was a very formulaic and dog-blooded answer read in accordance with the text in the official document history, but I saw nothing about Carlos' **** figure and thought of everything he paid for and the tears on his face. Tucao can't get up.

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