Diablo Destruction

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　　　　\"I said, Brother Carlos, don’t have to hurry and drink slowly. There are so many.."

Looking at Carlos, who keeps pouring wine into his mouth, I’m sweating in my heart. Although the adventurer’s physique is good, there is a limit. I’m afraid that tomorrow will appear in the bar. Headline gossip.

　　　　Because these guys are setting the table in front of my house! What do they think of my family? bar? ! !

　　　　 There is no doubt that those who do nothing will adapt the gossip version to a terrifying state.

　　　　\"No... It’s okay, I still... I am sober..."

　　　　 Carlos lay his upper body half on the table and waved me vaguely with a drunken signature muzzle before continuing to pour the wine in the jar...Eun poured on his head.

　　　　 Can't even find his mouth. This is already. Is it a legendary drunk? Alcoholism is about to happen, and if you drink it, you will ignite spontaneously. Don’t even hurt my little tent, bastard! !

Carlos was lying on the floor after An Jielier left. He was tired and fainted after crying and crying on the box. Finally, he dragged him back like a dead dog and woke up in the evening. The worn-out armor and the body covered with the dried and clotted blood clot looked as if it had fallen.

　　　　Forget it, let him get drunk overnight. A guy like Carlos should be able to renew his fighting spirit in a few days. I sighed slightly.

　　　　\"Why...Why...Angelil...Why..." The one who was trapped by love. The drunk man was lying on the table and murmured constantly. Fortunately, the problem is...

　　　　\"I said, Brother Seattle, you have something to do."

　　　　 Turned his head to the other side and looked at Xia, who was in a bold posture. I just don’t know what to say.

　　　　\"Hahaha-don’t mind this little thing Carlos, this guy usually. The drunk wine doesn’t touch. I didn’t expect to get up today. This is the real man. Let’s drink it again!!"

　　　　 Niu Gaoma's big West Yatuk held a half-meter-high big wine jar in his hand, and he could drink a whole jar of wine from three ordinary big men in his hand, but it was like a big sea bowl.

　　　　 said that he put the wine jar in his right hand in front of Carlos, but he turned his head up and poured another wine grunt down and poured it for nearly half of the jar before stopping to use the drink to describe him.

So Carlos is now drunk like this, and most of the credit is due to this **** bull who is flaming on the side. I said, even if you know that Carlos usually doesn’t drink alcohol, don’t try to infuse him. Or the capacity is completely asymmetrical?

　　　　It's all up. How do you fill Carlos? It's your own business. Why would you bring me to drink with me? Say nothing. The friendship between the brothers and the men is all for me. I want to go to the show.

　　　　 Looking at these two big men, one drunk and one drunk, I almost didn't shed two lines of men's tears. [m]

　　　　Today is the end of the contest, Akara, they don’t have a real party, this was originally for me, who had already produced the immune antibody against the word "party" in the world.

　　　　 But as Rogge Ji, my little Velas was in the voice of tens of thousands of adventurers, but he could not refrain from going to play as the final finale of the party.

And the little ghost and Sarah, they looked at me pitifully and planned to stay here to accompany me, but in the end, they couldn't stand the smell of the wine from Carlos and Seattle, and they all left to watch the party. In the end, only three of us were left. Big men play with drunken injuries together.

　　　　\"Let’s come and sit here and sigh, what is it? The wine is the romance of a man."

　　　　 Drinking a whole bottle of altar without any remaining Seattlek apparently noticed the lonely figure of the distant stage where I was looking at the bonfire, and immediately handed over the whole altar of wine.

　　　　 I took a few bites indifferently and poured all the rest into the corner of the inventory. It was too simple for the adventurer to make a fake on it, but generally no adventurer would do it.

　　　　\"Good...... The amount of good wine is worthy of Mr. Kasha's disciple's coming again." The unaware Seattlek roared excitedly.

　　　　\"Why An Jieli why..." Carlos's corners of the eyes were moistened again and roared incoherently.

　　　　\"……"

　　　　I want to see the finale of Villas, bastard, and I beg you to let me go. At this moment, I also burst into tears.

　　　　\"Look at what these three big men are doing?"

　　　　 Suddenly sounded behind me. My brain had not yet reacted. The opposite Seattlek was already happily roaring with his loud voice again.

　　　　\"It’s Mr. Kasha and the old man Farah. You just came." He said this again and took out the jug of wine to fill the whole table.

　　　　\"……"

　　　　I say Seattle is all wine in your inventory...shouldn’t you say that everything in your mind is all wine?

　　　　\"Ha ha ha, it seems that it was the time when it was the Twenty-year-old Harlow Gass? Seattle, your taste is not bad." The old drunkard's nose shook to reveal an intoxicated look.

　　　　\"Where and where can I sniff the year and the place of origin, Mr. Kasha is really powerful."

　　　　 After saying that the master and apprentice both laughed in a strange way, they couldn't say the words of me and the miserable ghosts that followed me.

\"Ok?"

　　　　 After drinking a large bottle of alcohol, the old drunkard seemed to realize the existence of Carlos. He glanced at him with the corner of his eyes and then laughed sarcastically.

　　　　\"Carlos, you have this kind of virtue? I can hardly recognize it, but it’s your own business, but if you go out later, don’t say you were taught by me Kasha."

　　　　\"Old...Teacher I..."

　　　　 Carlos knotted his tongue and wiped the dry blood on his face and the mixture of wine and tears and his nose stuck together, and shook his head.

　　　　\"I’m sorry but you don’t understand me now...really..."

　　　　The sobbing Carlos said this, pouring the wine jar over his head again like a shower.

　　　　\"I really don’t understand nor want to understand."

　　　　The old drunkard dismissed Carlos from the wine jar so that he wouldn't spoil him and said coldly.

　　　　\"But one thing to correct is that you’re sorry, not me, but Wu Xiaozi knew that it would become like this. Why did you have to have mercy on you, this poor worm, who gave you the championship in vain?"

　　　　\"Okay, you’re too strict, old drunkard."

　　　　 Watched Carlos hang his head down silently, and the miser quickly went round the rounds and said: \"No one will have such a time, right? Believe Carlos, let him vent a few days and he will cheer up."

　　　　 The miser seems to say something differently, so that the old drunkard who had originally planned to say something murmured a few times, and finally sighed and closed his mouth with a big mouthful of old wine.

　　　　\"Oh, oh, I said where did you all go? I was hiding here and drinking."

　　　　Not long afterwards, there was a visitor who came back and looked at him with crutches but came forward with a smile.

　　　　 Now the four elders of Rogge are gathered together. What else do I have? Please, I'm just a special elder for miscellaneous.

　　　　\"Wu I said I didn’t see you at the venue. It was originally in Velas, but it was very popular. If you don’t watch it, you might be robbed by others."

　　　　 glanced at me at Akara's rare joke.

　　　　\"I still have confidence in Velas and Roger soldiers." I blinked and laughed.

If no one knew me before the game or knew that Velas was my wife, maybe Velas might be in danger of being accosted, but now I still have some confidence in myself. Those who want to take advantage of Velas have to weigh themselves. Let’s just say that Velas is no longer the barmaid in the village of Vitas, but a mercenary with a strength comparable to a third-to-fourth-level transfer, as well as Linya Sarah and Princess Sanwu. On the one hand, this force is not so easy to bully.

Akala was very confident about my answer and smiled. If I was confident about myself and Velas, then Akara was full of confidence in the camp’s defense system. In order to cope with this game, she was very big. Painful unless there is more than half of the adventurer riots or she will have any situation, she is confident that she can be strangled in the cradle in time.

　　　　 Then she looked back at Carlos and still had a kind smile on her face: \"How did our competition champion get drunk like this and let others see it is not good."

　　　　\"It’s not for that matter yet." Asking the old drunkard for Akara's knowledge turned his eyes.

　　　　\"Is it? That is really difficult for Carlos.\" Akara sighed slightly and continued to ask.

　　　　\"But do you have any opinion on the last box?"

She said that we just rang Angelol before it seemed to give Carlos a weird big box. At that time Carlos had clearly used his wishes and did not make such a request. Angell’s move seemed very strange. Too.

　　　　 It's just that everyone was shocked by the tragic parting scene and didn't pay attention. Now Akara's saying suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

　　　　\"What about Carlos box?"

　　　　 The old drunkard mercilessly tapped on Carlos' head with a long rifle wooden handle.

　　　　\"Slap" the box was thrown out by Carlos at random.

\"I don’t want... what a box... I want Angeline... Angeline." Carlos didn’t look at the box, he drunkenly hugged his head and mourned, mourning~www.ltnovel.com~you Is this still a man? "

　　　　 The old drunkard gritted his teeth and glanced at Carlos, and Akara indicated to the miser to open the box.

　　　　\"The good guys still have such a high-level magic circle that seems to be a valuable thing."

　　　　In the sight of everyone, the miserly ghost went around the box and then exclaimed with a loud voice. Of course, in our opinion, this old man who loves to show off the above magic seal is only for opening in front of everyone and showing his ability.

After studying for a while, the old man began to mutter some esoteric murmurs like a barbarian witch doctor, like a dead tree, and his fingers continued to draw on it. With his movements, a white light began to emerge from the magic circle. The brighter it was for a while, the sudden buzz of the magic circle stopped like a power-off motor.

　　　　\"Hiss——"

　　　　After the white light magic array on the surface disappeared, a gap was suddenly exposed on the smooth and seamless box and then opened automatically.

　　　　 A strong scent of roses floated out of it. Everyone couldn't help but set their eyes on the opened box.

The box was filled with fiery red roses and exuded a fascinating fragrance. What made us more fascinated was the little angel lying in the middle of the sea of ​​roses in a small white dress and sleeping peacefully-a five or six year old back long A girl with white angel wings shaped like chick wings.

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