Diablo Destruction

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"Are you going?" On the laurel tree, clear and springy, holy and sounding like a voice, passed down.

Looking away, the angel is generally...no, even an angel...no, it is a more noble and sacred raider than the angel, unfolding the three pairs of white wings behind her, sprinkling the silver moonlight The cold and gentle brilliance.

Eyes of the same color as the blood moon, black and ink straight waist hair, a simple and dignified robe, and the three pairs of white wings on the back are in harmony, the noble and beautiful, let this ancient sacred laurel tree also drop down thick The branches and leaves of hers cover up her posture, only to be seen looming, lest her incomparable brilliance will burn the ground and make the sky lose its color.

Just from the branches and leaves, an occasional lip angle, a half-point outline, a willow eyebrow, and a few strands of green silk have already been fascinating, making it difficult to look away.

However, in the face of such noble beauty, the young man’s eyes were very firm, and it seemed that there was a more sacred mission waiting to step on him, perhaps he who was ignorant of ignorance did not know that three pairs of angel wings swaying gently among the dense leaves What exactly does it stand for and what status it means, but it doesn’t matter.

He decided to say goodbye to this place, to say goodbye to the holy girl who regained his confidence on the laurel tree, to pursue his dreams, even if he was very reluctant in his heart-he is also a boy with an open heart, how can he ignore this mortal fundamental Can't refuse the beauty?

Or maybe it was because he was too beautiful and made him feel ashamed, afraid that he would desecrate this scenery for a long time, so he wanted to escape?

There was no way to know which reason prevailed. The boy raised his head, gritted his teeth, and replied firmly: "Yes, I decided to leave to realize my dream. Haven't you always encouraged me like this?"

"Is it?" The **** the laurel tree responded lightly, and the atmosphere fell silent, leaving only leaves whirling and light swaying.

"Then... I'm leaving." It seemed that he couldn't stand the atmosphere. The boy took the lead and said goodbye, lifting the saxophone with a leather **** his back, and raised it to his shoulder.

"Leave now?"

"Well, I finally made up my mind. If I don't take action immediately, I'm afraid I will back down again. You know my character, not that strong person." The boy smiled bitterly.

"No, I think you are stronger than you think."

"Really?" Scratched her head embarrassedly and smirked: "That... thank you very much, thank you for your continuous encouragement, only you, only you are willing to listen to my singing and singing, so that I regained my confidence, This time I won’t give up easily, no matter what kind of difficulties are encountered."

"Honestly...I don't know if it's good or bad to encourage you like this...Forget it, if you give up one day, it doesn't matter, I can continue to be your audience." On Laurel, the beautiful voice was beautiful , Seems to have encountered a little confusion, hesitation, like doing something that I don't know if I should do.

"I won't give up easily this time, after all, although I have this character, but this is my only dream. If I put all my perseverance into this dream, it should be no problem... probably ."

Seeing the boy put the saxophone behind his chest, it glowed proudly, and the **** the laurel gave a fascinating smile.

But soon, he fell into a silent atmosphere of farewell soon.

"This time...I really have to go."

"Well, I wish you success."

The boy carried the saxophone, which suddenly became very heavy, and slowly left the laurel step by step. He gritted his teeth, raised the instrument on his shoulder, and suddenly increased the speed.

"That..." Suddenly, this resolutely broken, a step, he turned around, his voice happened to overlap with the **** the laurel.

"You speak first."

"Ladies first, or you say it first."

For a moment of silence, the girl was not an indecisive person. She opened her mouth first, and the three pairs of sacred angel wings behind her flicked it for the first time. For the first time, she flew down from the laurel tree. The beautiful and thrilling piece exuded a soft halo. The face, with a smile that made Laurel also fall for her, she extended her finger to the boy who had been staring: "Can you make an appointment? In the way you told me..."

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Suddenly awakened from my dream, I rubbed some painful temples, without reminding, quickly wiped off the tears on my face.

It turned out... the dream I had been dreaming of was not repeated, but like a series. When I read the series clearly, I have come to the end.

Therefore, at the end, I still did not understand the beginning and end of this story-that last agreement, perhaps, this is the key, the key to this stronger and stronger call in the heart.

It's a pity that at the last moment, I was awake, and it was so little, so little, maybe I could solve most of my real thoughts.

I have some regrets in my heart, but it is not strong, because at this time we are very close to the deepest part of the **** center, and the truth is within reach.

After passing through the swamp area, following the route set by Aiwaer, we have traversed several areas one after another with no surprises. We need to pass through the nine major areas of the heartland of the hell. Now, we have succeeded [Conquer] After eight, only the last one remains.

Before I set off, I can’t believe this kind of thing. But here is the area where even the seven giants have not conquered. Almost every Demon Lord has the strength of a skeleton dragon, even more than the skeleton dragon. ,what does this mean? It means that every boss in the center of **** can easily rub down on the ground.

Among them, the unknown bosses in the misty area are more powerful and even more weird. They cannot be judged with common sense. Even if one day's state is promoted to a state of perfection, they absolutely don't want to provoke this existence. As a choice, I'd rather go to the hard bones like Lord Anal Stone Man Lord.

The first few areas are also full of weird breath, which makes us tremble with fear, chills and chills, without fear. When we arrived at the ninth area, the last stop in the deepest part of the center of hell, we dare not relax. In the 100-meter race where life and death mattered, I died on the last ten-meter-toughest. Haven't such things happened since ancient times?

Because the road ahead is much smoother than planned and saves a lot of days, Aval and I even decided before entering the ninth area, in case the last area is too weird and difficult to deal with. Spend some more time in the form of a pangolin and hit the hole all the way?

Although there is a joke, but if I really have trouble, I don’t mind taking this joke seriously. Anyway, it’s still a small life. What is the hole in the hole? If it can be safely passed, even if I get to Armstrong Acceleration Inside the jet-type Armstrong cannon, a human cannon sent me to its destination, and I recognized it.

What is the morality, what is it, it is just a cheap item that can be refreshed once a year, you are right.

However, when we really entered the ninth area, I immediately fell into a five-faced dumbfounded.

Guess what I saw? Forests, in places like Hellworld, even saw a large area of ​​forest, and those trees are not common in Hell Mountain, like ghosts and dead trees like tree monsters, but serious lush forests.

"Love baby, shall we cross?" Unbelievably rubbed his eyes, I opened my eyes again, or the scenery.

"Huh, haven't you told Sir Wolf before? The ninth area is a forest area." Aiwaer was surprised.

"No, I said, but I thought it was a forest that was very in line with the style of the **** world. How could it be thought that this kind of scenery would actually be the same? Is this really the **** world?"

Looking up at the sky, even the chaotic and gloomy sky of the world of **** seems to be much brighter at this moment. The more intuitive feeling is that the persecution of evil and chaos that pervades the world of **** all the year round, even in Hell Mountain It's still rich and inseparable. Because of this, ordinary people simply can't be exposed for too long.

And here, the atmosphere of the world of **** that I am already familiar with ~www.readwn.com~ is too thin to the maximum, almost making me think that the moment I stepped in just now, I was sitting in **** and teleported back to the dark continent.

I tried to turn around and go back to the eighth area. Sure enough, the chaotic and dark breath of the **** world shrouded my heart for a moment, and almost choked me. It was only one step behind each other, but they were very different. World, what is the power of this?

"Perhaps because of the power of Lord Luna, Lord Moon, who has fallen here, has not completely dissipated, so that it has affected the surrounding environment, even in an evil place like Hell World, in the spare power of Lord Moon. In front of it, it was also purified."

Avalor entered the worship mode, and praised the moon **** to heaven, but this time I did not refute, perhaps, this is also the most convincing answer.

"So, if this area was purified by Luna, isn't it... safe?"

"Caco may be." Avalor shook his head, letting me not care.

"The last time I came, although I didn't feel the enemy's breath, my heart kept pouring out an inexplicable sense of instinct, beating violently."

"What is it like?"

"I can't make it very clear, it's like... like... I might die in the next moment, similar to this feeling."

"Isn't it dangerous?"

"However, it is different from the dangerous instincts, so it is difficult to make it clear. Perhaps the sage wolf will soon feel it."

"Don't crow the mouth, I don't want to feel it, let me ride the last section safely."

"Yes." Aiwaer bowed his head obediently, like a child who did something wrong.

*(To be continued.)

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