Diablo Destruction

Leaving my tails aside, I found Akara and experienced the grief of falling down the gallon. She looked much older, covered with silver wire, and the wrinkles on her face were deep and vicissitudes. It was unimaginable and young and beautiful. Raphael It turned out to be a girlfriend of the same age, even if it was the first time I saw her, it was very far away. According to the life expectancy of the original world, if you see Akara for the first time, it looks about 40 or 50 years old. Now she has entered a rare age.

Only those muddy eyes, looking at the spirit, this is an old man with a max pressure level, the more inferior, the more tenacious the fighting spirit.

It is a pity that I have to bring another piece of bad news today. I wondered whether it would be better to conceal it, but what if the enemy suddenly finds it difficult?

"Really? No wonder Lord Gallon can't beat it."

In the face of this bad news, Akara's reaction was light, as if she had already known about it.

"You all know?" I asked carefully.

"No, it's just that the Great Eye told me that Lord Gallon's opponent is not enough to worry about, at least for the time being, we should now do our best to deal with the threat of the demon god."

"It's similar to Shuangwei's guess. It's quite possible that Mr. Gallon has already killed Belial's pet." I touched my chin. I feel that with the bad news nowadays, I should be more optimistic.

It's just... did Akara use prophecy again? And it is related to the prophecy of the entire Holy See. The price paid must not be small. I don’t know what makes her become the old one now. How much is the heavy blow, and how much is the use of prophecy?

I always feel that I am no longer qualified to worry about and pity others.

In this way, I can't slack off any more, even if I can help Akarado share the pressure of a cent, and make her a little more happy, or better.

"Grandma Akara, I want to restore my strength. Even if the hope is slim, I want to try my best. Please tell me what to do."

Seeing me cheer up again, Akara showed a sympathetic, meaningful smile.

"On this matter, I suggest you go to Cassia."

"what?"

...

"As a result, did you still fall into your claws again?" I crouched down in the yard despondently, and my face was lifeless.

"Ha, content, you stupid boy, how many people have asked Master Benkasha to teach, and Master Benkasha hasn't looked down on it, especially you, a piece of decayed wood, has to bother me to teach it twice, the most injured person is I am fine."

The old drunkard sipped a sip of liqueur, choking on the strong alcoholic scent, and looked quite complacent and humiliated. She also claimed herself as a peerless master.

In other words, I said how did Selna go through the training alone, but the old drunkard stayed. It turned out that this was a big net already woven, waiting for me to get in.

Of course, I have no doubts about the teaching ability of the old drunkard. To say luck, she has, and the students are all geniuses (probably except me), but this is also a unique vision? And genius is not so easy to control. Not everyone can be a teacher of the same day. If the level is not enough, they will be looked down upon by the students. Brother Master II and even the proud sister Selna have never denied that the old drunkard taught everyone. Without denying that she is the teacher of everyone, it is enough to explain everything.

I just have doubts about the character of the old drunkard, nothing else.

"However, did you really decide?" The arrogant redhead miser, leaning on me with the corner of his eye.

"What's decided?"

"I decided to give up my dream of making a salted fish? You know, in your current state, even if you ask Akara to spend the rest of her life going back to the camp to graze and farm, she will not refuse, no one will say anything about you Responsibility and the like, after all..."

"When did you learn to talk verbally, unlike the old drunkard I knew." I gave up and said, "Who said, who said I would give up my dream of eating salted fish waiting for death? Ridiculous, Nonsense, nonsense!"

"The same is true, if you responded to the ferocious response just now, I will definitely pull you in front of the old Farah and let him dissect to see which hero has covered your skin."

"Hmm, you don't know if you think about it first? You think I can offend now? Maybe I should let Fanny put some water in your wine?"

Most of the old drunkard's liquor is now [buy] from the Greenwood Bar. Why should I emphasize a buy word? Why do several other bars directly put fire, anti-theft and anti-cassia on the doorway? Why did the old drunkard experience in the world of hell, and he was able to burst out good things, and he was rich, but still so stingy and spotless?

Devil's Village is really too many and too many puzzles, only to be understood, not to speak.

"Oh, it dares." The old drunkard sneered a few times, and suddenly remembered that when the god's birthday, the little hypocrite didn't know where to know that he had crossed the cow gate. Come to scare yourself.

The culprit must be the stinky kid in front of him. He can't run away. It's just that Phoebe can easily be fooled like this. The brain hole can't be peeped out. Maybe he will be provoked and really listen to the stinky kid.

Oona, Fini's good old friend, it is not ruled out that she would listen to Fini's words and pit herself together.

As for the last Kanban girl at the Greenwood Bar, Bess, who seems to be the best to deal with, is even more obedient to the stinky boy, and is in charge of the power of winemaking. She is the one who can't afford the best wine.

With such a thought, this stupid boy obviously lost his strength, but could still threaten himself, uncomfortable, really uncomfortable.

"Since I haven't given up my dream of salted fish, why do I have to work so hard? I know I have little hope and I still have to try it. Unlike the guy I know who thinks about how to feel lazy every day, he uses the few IQs left on the pan. Wu Xiaozi."

"What a silly word, when did I dump the pot? Have I been carrying it back?" I was angry: "I just said that I didn't give up my dream, but I didn't say that I want to give up strength. Strength is the guarantee to realize the dream. ."

"That's right, I didn't expect your brain to be quite normal, but I can figure out such a simple truth."

"Grandma Akara asked you to teach me, but it wasn't for you to come and fight me. Be careful that I will complain to her!"

If it weren't for strength, I would now throw a fist on this old drunkard's stinky face. I regret it. When I was stepped on by her under my feet, I didn't swear that I would turn over one day and give the old drunkard a little bit. Look at the colors? How come I am Shi Lezhi, who clearly surpassed her strength a few years ago, but has not fulfilled the original oath. This is not like the third stingy of Roger, who I must pay attention to.

"Huh, I'm just afraid that you're half hanging. I'm not determined enough. If this level of blows can't stand it, I advise you to go find Velas to pack and tidy up, and go back to the camp to let the sheep go."

"You're in charge." Rolling his eyes, he was a little relieved in his heart. Is that so, to test my determination? Isn’t it true that I have no face, no skin, no heart, no lungs, no shame, no shame, no lawlessness, do I have to continue to step on my feet to this degree?

Instead of saying so, I will accept this seemingly flawless reason without hesitation.

I stared with suspicion, the old drunkard coughed hard, his erratic eyes rolled, avoiding the staring.

"Forget it, see that you stinky boy is determined to be quite big, I will try to make it difficult for me, and carve your rotten wood again, follow me."

"Where is this taking me?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just follow." With a spear on his shoulder, he walked ahead in a relaxed and comfortable posture as if he were going to hunt up the mountain, and the old drunkard chattered.

"It's not that I said you, deprived of strength and occupation, although it was unacceptable for a while, but it was not about to die or live. Look at what you did a few days ago. I will feel worthless for those girls."

"What do you know, you have never tried it, and you are not qualified to speak."

"That's it, I really didn't try it, and I don't need to try it. After all, it must be unpleasant." The old drunkard clapped his hands and itchy the teeth that made me hate. This guy deliberately exposed my scars. What?

"It's just, at least not the worst result, is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look, there are so many gentle and lovely girls around you, they are still by your side, you still have people you want to protect, and you want to fight for your goals and achieve your goals."

"Is this nonsense?"

"So say, if you can abandon the strange identities, responsibilities, and glory of the savior, the elder elders, and the Hundred Princes, think about it in reverse, this is not too bad, is it? In this world, actually With these things, I am already very happy."

"Say, life mentor Comrade Kasha, please continue to make your comments."

"I'm really blind, lard covered my heart, and I will pity you stinky boy." Scolding, this old drunkard is still a magical stick today, unwilling to give up her dream of life mentor.

"Although I have not lost my strength, there is nothing to be deprived of, cough, after all, it is me, Master Caxia, strong and invincible."

"Are you comforting or bragging?"

"Cough, don't intervene. I haven't finished talking. I just want to say that I have seen too many guys who have lost their dreams." Without looking back, the old drunkard's pace was slightly stagnate, giving people the feeling that it seemed that she was inexplicable. There was a heavy pressure.

"Lost what I want to protect, no goals, no dreams, no motivation to live, even to open the fallen and hatred Pandora's box to fill the empty heart, such a guy."

"The Fallen?"

"Well, I have seen a lot and solved a lot."

The old drunkard said so lightly, but it made me imagine in her mind that she was holding a spear, her arms and her body covered with the same cold and indifferent back stained with blood of the same kind.

"So, stinky boy, although you are very poor, it is not the poorest one. You are still very happy. You have to learn to be worse. Isn't this your strength? Where is your stupid optimism?"

Lying trough, originally intended to watch the joke of the old drunkard, to see her poor performance, but I did not expect that she was really comforted a little bit.

Yes, I was deprived of my strength and career, although it collapsed like a sky, but it did not reach the worst point. At least in any case, I just wanted to take this opportunity to go home and farm the sheep. Instead of thinking about who is going to fall, who is going to hate.

In such a comparison, I suddenly gave birth to such a subtle sense of happiness, and I feel that I am in a great position now.

Just blame the bastard!

I'm about to vomit. What a terrible comfort, why did the savior in front of my hall compare with a group of pathetic depraved people? Unexpectedly, the old drunkard walking ahead suddenly stopped and nearly ran into it.

"Arrived?"

"Well, it's here." She turned around and nodded affirmatively.

"This is it? You tease me!"

My eyes turned around and I raised my mind coffee table. Isn’t this still my home? This guy just took me from the front yard and walked around the house half a circle, came to the back yard, feeling your mysterious reservation, Just take me for a walk in front of the house? Walking the dog is not so good, at least let me go further!

"Hum, dumbfounded, look good." The old drunkard seemed to zoom in. In fact, she just opened the front door.

But why...

"Why is there a door here! When did it come out? Why am I the head of the family, the owner of the house will not know!"

"Noisy, you know when you go in."

I don’t know when I got around the old drunkard behind me, and pushed me a little, staggering into this seemingly odd [beep] dream suddenly emerged from the random door pulled out of the pocket of the fourth dimension, and suddenly appeared.

Inside the door, there is a z-shaped staircase that leads to the underground. The staircase is not too deep. You can see the scenery behind the ladder when you turn around the corner.

It turned out to be a flat and closed vacant lot, and it was estimated to be as big as two football fields.

Where is this? who am I? What am I doing here?

An illusion of dullness suddenly occurred in my mind~www.readwn.com~ Shaking my head, I soon realized.

"This is the lowest level?"

The Holy See built layers of space inside the Holy See Mountain. During the great renovation of the Holy See Mountain, we almost emptied these spaces. The foundation of the Devil’s Village was built on the penultimate floor, and most of the upward space It has been hollowed out, and only the bottom layer has been retained. That is because the central system of the Holy See is at the lowest level, not to mention it cannot be destroyed. It can’t be destroyed if you want to destroy it. This is the treasure of the first saint. After so many years in the world of hell, how can the Big Seven know it? Not to mention the maggot maggot alliance.

The talk is far away, the bottom floor, the central hall can not occupy such a large area, so the usable and changeable space is still quite large, so if I guess correctly, if the fan just appeared in my backyard strangely The wooden door is not connected to the strange and strange space, so I think I should go down the stairs to the bottom of the same level as the central system.

This is a relatively acceptable answer, which is equivalent to digging a convenient passage in my backyard...

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