Diablo Destruction

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Since I got the answer from Vilasna, I feel that my realm has greatly improved, my Taoist heart is stable, and my soul is perfect. I can't help but feel satisfied. I thought that the first round was due to lack of preparation, which led to my failure to challenge the BOSS and being humiliated repeatedly.

Now, the Dragon King is reborn, the Soldier King retires, and the King returns. We start the second game with a fully-leveled account, but we still can’t kill him?

Just like Brother Xun said.

Little red and white, so ridiculous.

Dressed in a magical outfit, I couldn't wait. The next day, at the same time, at the same place, under the same moon, the Hongmen Banquet was held to welcome the arrival of the Red and White Princess.

"Father, are you too stingy for this Hongmen Banquet?" The Red and White Princess looked at the things on the table with confusion. I came back from mining in Siberia, and you gave me this to eat?

biological?

"Today's young people don't know how precious food is at all. Remember when your mother and I..." After thinking about it for a while, it seemed that we were never hungry and had to live on porridge and water, so we gave up the lecture.

"Anyway, Vilas and I ate this yesterday. We can eat it, why can't you?"

I took a photo of the second envelope of mooncakes and found that the production date was the year before last. I suspected that if I continued rummaging through the cold storage, I might be able to find Lafite-grade mooncakes with batter.

Learning from the lesson I learned last night, I threw aside the useless knife and fork that was given to me and broke it off with my hands. Hey, it turned out to be stuffed with red bean paste!

Who on earth can make mooncakes with bean paste filling that weigh three kilograms after receiving a thousand knives? You bastard!

Is this a killer mooncake?

Tomorrow the toilet at home will probably be smelling of sweet bean paste!

No matter what, it’s wrong to waste food, and the most important thing is that someone is suffering with me.

The sin was well worth it.

I greeted the red and white princesses to sit down. I didn’t prepare anything else except mooncakes. After all, the guy in front of me is known as the **** of tea drinking. No, I didn’t need to remind him. He consciously took out a tea set from nowhere and was minding his own business. Made tea.

"Here, only this little bit of tea leaves can make me care." The red and white princess was soaking, and suddenly sighed. I didn't say anything, so I couldn't understand what she meant.

Handing over a cup of hot tea, she suddenly asked: "Why don't you recite a poem, father?"

"You don't deserve it." He drank tea and looked down.

Anyone who eavesdrops on other people’s secret moon-viewing conversations between husband and wife can be burned at the stake!

"Speaking of which, it seems that I'm missing a few cups and my tea set."

"That's good. You don't have any friends anyway, so why do you need so many teacups?" I made a move and felt that I could try to forgive her once. It would be fun to burn a bow.

The Red and White Princess obviously didn't want to struggle with the word friend, so she naturally brought the topic back on track.

"Then why does Father come to me once in a blue moon?"

"You guys, didn't you clearly eavesdrop on the conversation between me and Vilas yesterday, and you're still pretending to be here."

"Hey."

"Can you please at least put on a sweet smile when you act cute? You can bang your head and stick out your tongue with an expressionless face and then make cute sounds. It's a bit weird and scary, you bastard."

"I don't quite understand. Could you please give me a demonstration, father?"

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