Diablo Destruction

At night, the bonfire in the small town of La Lula is bright and full of noisy popularity.

The moment that King Arthur looked forward to finally arrived. After the thawed Kuba monster, that is, the dragon crocodile, thawed hard, it was considered to get its body out of the hard thorny shell.

Although the dragon crocodile is as large as a hill, it is obviously not enough for the tens of thousands of residents in the town of Lallula, plus the 2,000 or so villagers in the Madeya settlement, and more than 10,000 soldiers (the original team was close to Ten thousand plus thousands of soldiers brought by Altria), this huge crowd divided.

I am so exclusive, I seem to be very sorry for those who already know the origin of the Kuba monster and its deliciousness, but the greedy people, so they can only be aggrieved. Everyone is so little, and they know the taste of the dragon crocodile. .

For this reason, I also specifically told the soldiers to declare loudly that everyone should not swallow the jujube. Like the pigs swallowing ginseng fruit, they were tempted by the deliciousness of the dragon crocodile and could not wait to put it in their mouths. As a result, they ate it without knowing the taste.

Naturally, this warning made everyone laugh, but it must have been remembered secretly, in case of real life, not only missed the taste of the dragon crocodile. And it will become a joke, too worth it.

As a hero of this battle, as well as the queen. Prince, King Arthur, the distinguished guests of the Human Alliance, we naturally give priority to sufficient weight. I thought that I also had a fierce privilege, and it was no longer a brick of the league, and where I needed to move the elders, I was crying.

So. So so...

"I said, your ears are really sharp..." Looking at the uninvited villain, Fanny, a group of people, I fell speechless.

"My cousin was too meow. He even invited Bess and Oona, but she left me alone." Fanny looked at me with resentment.

"You are looking for a reason why I must ask you." I rolled my eyes.

There is a conspiracy to invite Bi Silai, one is to use something substantial. Thank her for helping me clean the villa, and come here to let her help me make wine.

As for Oona, it came with you, think about it. If I asked Bess alone, wouldn’t it make people doubt that I had an idea for her? Especially the nicknames that are hated by the elders of the harem and the clan prince, make me jump into the water and not wash them.

Having said that, in fact, if you come to Oona, will you be able to sort out the relationship? Others don't think I have a big appetite, do I have to attack two in one breath? This is a problem.

As for Fini, the alluring lady, since Oona was invited, she must also follow. Not at all beyond my expectations, the conversation just now. It's just a daily insult called cousin...oh, it's wrong. Cousin's daily shame... It seems to be wrong, it's cousin's daily training, that's all.

Besides, Fini’s cooking is not bad, plus Ona and Bess, the top three chefs in the proper combination, and the dragon crocodile’s meat has never been eaten and cooked, and I don’t know the good cooking method, so It is undoubtedly a good way to allow as many cooks as possible to try as many cooking methods as possible.

Although it is possible to wait for a good cooking method, the dragon crocodile meat is gone.

Fortunately, among the people, Artolia was the only foodie. Although King Arthur was also a foodie, considering her size, it was only equivalent to the appetite of half a barbarian, even me.

I originally thought so.

but……

"I'm going, it's time you woke up!" Pointing at the little ghost sitting next to me, I angered the coffee table of the soul.

"Humph, Xiaofan, this is the power of the saint. You stupid guys will never understand." The little ghost hummed at me, shaking a white jade-like slender finger disdainfully.

"Don't put the foodie's majestic emperor's skin on you as a fool." I waved my spitting knife without hesitation, and fell on the forehead accurately with a click.

"Woo, Xiao Xiaofan, every servant, dare to disrespect the saint, and fall from the sky while sleeping carefully."

"The murderer is definitely you, you are right!"

This ghost is definitely because I remembered that I hated me when she fell asleep and shaken her necklace to shake her out, so she was sad and wanted to give me a taste of the dream falling from the sky.

"It's a bed."

The little ghost exuded a holy and flawless smile, the large priest robe fluttered in the midnight sky, and the whole body radiated a soft sacred white light. The unsuspecting person would really be calmed by her appearance, and then worship , Xinsheng's pious thought that "Sir Lady said that the murderer is a bed, that is the bed is absolutely right".

As a result, she actually deceived the world's belly black ghost in a noble and holy posture. Everyone knows that the powder is black after the cut (except of course my Sara), but no one knows that after the white cut It's black inside.

"You're right under the bed!" I will be fooled and continue to incarnate Godzilla.

"Xiao Fan is such a fool, of course it is Xiao Fan himself under the bed." Xiao Youling said for granted.

"Am I **** under the bed and thrown up in the air? That's too much!" I am who this little ghost is, she is so small in her heart, how could she hide me.

"Relax, because the first time is an experiment, so the bed will not explode." Little Ghost comforted me, and put the small hand gently on the top of my head, the holy posture, as if it were an angel forgiving sinners.

"It will explode! How do you want to treat my bed! Where does the bed offend you! You have to bully it like this! After all, you don't think it's enough!"

I suddenly realized that this ghost's ambitions were growing. No, I can't take care of her, and take care of her. The harder she gets, the more she will have crooked thoughts in her head. Maybe one day, I will fall asleep. Completed a week of movement around the dark continent.

"Wow! Ignored by Xiaofan."

Out of the signature whisper, the little ghost blinked at her silver eyes, and bothered to glance at me. Now I am really determined not to speak. Can't help but grab the burning fire stick next to him, huddling anxiously at the bonfire.

"Slap", Mars splashed.

Huh, how could the clothes made by Velas personally be touched by these Mars, I snorted dismissively and quickly grabbed the chopsticks. Lightning caught more than a dozen splashes of Mars.

"Slap", many Mars splashed over.

Very stupid, I am not the kind of man who will be knocked down by quantity!

The chopsticks of my hands turned into countless afterimages, and I eased the crisis again easily.

"Xiaofan is so powerful." Little Ghost applauded with applause.

"Huh."

It is useless to say so. I'm not the kind of frivolous man who will float if praised by others.

"Then perform this next."

Naturally, the little ghost passed a huge colored ball. Naturally, it seemed to have exercised trillions of times, and it has formed a conditioned reflex.

"No way, if you want to watch it, Benderui can't perform." White light flashed, I turned into a **** fighting bear, and naturally stepped on the ball...

"Perform your sister!!"

With a roar, I suddenly cancelled my transformation. By the way, kick the ball.

"Really angry?"

"Really!"

"Really?"

"Lie Lilang had fallen into the tired old building, and was cold and hard (even if you just saw my mouth tickled. Angry or angry)!"

"As soon as I wake up, Xiao Fan becomes so cold." The little ghost seemed sad. A beautiful long moonlight hangs down, listless.

"Huh, isn't this a matter of course?" For the sake of illustration, I always took out the wooden sign prepared for Hell Fighting Bear and wrote it on it.

Three days, good feeling -1;

Ten days, good feeling -3;

Half a month, good feeling -5;

A month, good feeling -10;

...

"In this way, you can calculate how much I have lost your favor with you."

"Wow, there's still such a thing." Little Ghost looked at the equation on the wooden sign, startled, and silvery eyes looked at me troubledly.

"Isn't the book saying that one day is not as good as the third autumn? It stands to reason that Xiao Fan, the servant of this sage, should become loyal after not seeing the sage for a long time."

"Huh, stupid, that kind of talk is just a trick to deceive children. The cruel facts tell us that time can smooth everything, including goodwill." I pushed the bridge of my nose, revealing a deep, philosophical expression.

"I don't want it." Little Ghost looked at the wooden board with dissatisfaction, suddenly seized the quill pen from my hand, and added a vertical line to the "minus sign" on the wooden sign, so that it became a "ten" word , Which is the plus sign, becomes:

For three days, goodwill +1;

Ten days, favor +3;

...

"Oh, oh, don't tamper with my inner favoritism formula, bastard!" I held my head up and groaned loudly. It was easy to change from minus to plus, and then it was impossible to change back.

The little ghost was not satisfied yet. After thinking about it, when I was sad and depressed, I painted the plus sign a little bit horizontally and crooked, barely becoming a multiplier.

The result becomes three days of favor*1, ten days of favor*3...and so on.

In this way, who chooses a simple gaga that can go through the customs every 30 seconds of sleep every day. Players will cry!

I roared in my heart and lifted up the entire Empire State Building.

"I don't care, Xiaofan is my servant, knight. At first, the favor should be infinite, and no matter how small it is, it won't change." Xiao Youling leaned up and hugged my neck.

"You're quite confident when you arrive." Seeing Xiao Youling's calm look, I turned her arms around her and buried her in the silky moonlight, taking a deep breath of Youxiang and laughing.

"No way, who makes the idiot Xiaofan so afraid of loneliness, had to rely on the saint's side at the time of life and death. It is too late to regret now, even if you want to escape, you can't escape." Xiao Youling muttered in his arms, contented.

"It's not going to escape. It's better, I hope to come back for a dozen more."

"Wow!! Isn't it enough to have me alone?" The little ghost raised his head slightly, exposing the star-like beautiful and shining eyes looking at me.

"Not enough." I shook my head and smiled.

"Eleven times more diamonds are consumed each day." Little Ghost's eyes seemed to reveal pity.

"Uh..." I smiled stiffly.

Indeed, a dozen words. It means that more diamonds are eaten. But how can it be easily defeated by this little ghost.

"Then that... that's nothing. Eleven-times diamonds are just a trivial matter for Ben Druid. Ah ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

"Xiaofan, both legs are trembling."

"Long word, this is my practice."

"If you are bitten, it will be eleven times."

My face paled suddenly.

"This, this, this... this is also... nothing, what, I... how could I... I might be scared... afraid of a little... a little pain, aha, ahahaha!! !!!"

"Xiaofan. The belly is trembling."

"Long word, that's practice."

"Okay, then there is no words to come back, and the greeting is also twelve times stronger. Is this really okay?" The little ghost raised his head and blinked his eyes.

Although I really want to say that the handsome husband is cute and big breasts, but at this time, it really should be good equipment.

"Forget it, I'll be satisfied with you alone." I hugged the little ghost tightly, and wept bitterly until I now realized the preciousness of [one] little ghost.

"That's right, this saint is the only master of Xiao Fan. What should I do if there are a dozen more." The little ghost that won the victory, nodded in satisfaction.

"This is the sentence. Ben Ang cannot agree."

Just then, a small figure jumped out. Face off nervously with the little ghost.

It was the girl who ran to watch the dragon crocodile meat slobbering, but after hearing the words of the little ghost, he decisively gave up the delicious King Arthur who ran back.

"Ben Ang is the real master of the idiot's mount." King Arthur held his arms akimbo and raised his chest proudly, with a shining appearance.

"Hey, I seem to have heard some strange sounds just now~www.readwn.com~ Couldn't it be the crow croaking somewhere." The height of the little King Arthur was deliberately ignored, and the little ghost looked blankly and confused. Said to me.

"It's the rude spectre, it's the rude ghost of light, look good, Ben Aung is here, it's here." Little Arthur jumped three feet high and jumped in front of the little ghost's eyes, showing his sense of existence .

Sure enough, the little guy was still broken in the pattern Tucson, easily provoked by the little ghost.