Diablo Destruction

Deep in the harsh desert. The four tall and low figures are looming in the storm sand and dust, just like the mysterious ghost in the four sand storms.

"It is indeed the right direction."

A strong wind and sand blew, and Carlos narrowed his eyes and lowered his cloak slightly.

He was holding a metal object similar to the structure of a pocket watch, with a small red pointer on it pointing in one direction.

"Are you sure there is nothing wrong? It is better to confirm again, otherwise everyone will run away again."

Across Seattle, I reluctantly sent out a question that looked like the dog's manifesto in the eyes of others.

This thing has to be said since yesterday morning. After finishing the "morning exercise", it was already three times a day. Sisters and I, who were sweaty, naturally took another cold shower, and then in Carlos and Seattle. Rolling his eyes, he swaggered to the Master Guild.

For the time being, I will save the narrative from the hotel to the Master’s Guild. During this leisurely advertising time, please allow me to make a little explanation or confession-although I have never doubted my man’s seventh sense, This is undoubtedly, my original useless house can walk to the present in the brutal dark world, but thanks to it.

Those who say that I will live a safer life without a seventh sense, and that most of the source of their tragedy aura must be attributed to the seventh sense, are just jealous of my keen seventh sense or trying to push me into abandonment The unfortunate vortex after the seventh sense is in it, um.

of course. I can’t deny that it’s because my seventh sense is too powerful. As the saying goes, the more terrible the power, the greater the price. The powerful energy costs a lot, just like Bumpman. In the same way, no battle can support more than half an hour, and the gem on his chest will flash, prompting him to give the monster a quick one, otherwise the life will be in danger.

My seventh sense is also the same. I spend most of the day resting and replenishing energy, or forcibly using it when energy is insufficient. It is natural to make mistakes, so it is always a mistake to be misunderstood by others.

However, in the morning, I felt a major turning point in my life, because Taba made the magic compass, which was born for my seventh sense of luck, yes-only I can play its role To the artifact that assists the seventh sense of the greatest.

So, deservedly, I took the magic compass in the shape of a pocket watch from Taba and held it in my arms.

"It won't matter." Seattle's worry came from behind.

"Even Brother Wu, there is no problem as long as you have a compass, as long as you are not blind and understand...probably."

Carlos's affirmative answer. It was easy for people to hear his inner shaking.

Walking in front of less than three meters away, these two guys had no intention of whispering and whispering, and naturally I heard them clearly.

Huh, facts speak louder than words, wait and see. Soon, the humiliation of my title of Luchi will be scoured for this great journey. At that time, I will stand on the top of the maze killer and suffer Tens of thousands of people look up, even after tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, the name of the strongest maze killer in history will be passed down.

So, holding the magic compass, the four of us quickly came to the lost city and disappeared into the depths of the vast sea of ​​sand.

Walking in the forefront, looking at the magic compass in his hand from time to time, and then stepping out decisively, along the way, because of the calm and decisiveness I showed. Finally, I gained the trust of the other three, and took a firm first step to wash away the stigma of Lu Chi.

As a result, I set off at noon and hurried all afternoon. The sky was getting darker and the weather was getting worse. The storm that was blowing head-on had brought a bit of chill that could penetrate the bone marrow, so the four decided to rest in place for one night And set off again the next day.

"Brother Wu, how much distance is left?"

While digging a deep pit that can shelter the wind from the desert night, Seattlek asked casually.

Of the four people, only I have been there, this question can only be asked me.

"Well, about four or five days."

My eyes flashed back to him, and it was impossible to say that I was blown there by a tornado. I don't know how many distances, but roughly this time is correct. The error should not exceed one day.

As long as the direction is correct.

"How do I feel that today's journey does not seem to be a straight line?"

Carlos seemed to have discovered something keenly, with a slight doubt in his calm and deep eyes.

If you follow the direction of the magic compass, it should be a straight line, but...

"Fool, don't you just climb over there in front of you, knowing that there is a danger in front of you, and you step into it? It would be better to go around, so of course it can't be a straight line, the road is dead, people are alive of."

There is a rare opportunity to teach Carlos, I was talking about a high-pitched, splattered mouth.

"Indeed, I was too rigid."

Carlos, who has inherited the fine tradition of knights, has a rigorous personality. He is not stingy at all to admit his fault, and he is more cute in this regard.

"But speaking back, Brother Wu seems to be very comfortable with the environment of the desert. It's just that after a short while, he has learned the habits here and can pre-determine all kinds of dangers."

It is rare for Seattle to see it once with admiring eyes.

Do you think of this now? Sure enough, the heads of the barbarians are all made of muscles, and I don't want to think about it. We haven't encountered any trouble during the entire afternoon along the way. I should have thought that this is the credit of my guide. Silly.

I lifted my chin in complacency, and accepted the admiring eyes of Seattlek according to the order before slowly speaking.

"That's natural, but this is my seventh sense, the seventh sense, can it be wrong?"

For a moment, as if the surrounding time was forcibly stopped, the movements of the other three people, because of my words, were suddenly fixed in the air, motionless, and even the breathing stopped.

"I always feel an unspeakable uneasiness reverberating in my heart."

Moments later, Carlos rubbed his chest and muffled his airway, thinking desperately in his head. Where did the leak go to make my heart so uneasy.

"You feel this way too? I am the same. I always feel a bad hunch, but I can't say it."

Seattle Grow frowned, a distressed expression on his face.

With the movement of Shaerna, the sea-blue eyes closed gently, and then a crescent-shaped smile smiled on her tempting lips, and she turned and jumped into the dug hideout, the disappeared figure remained A sentence that makes others inexplicable.

"Brother, today's things, I will go back to you alone and count them."

I... Am I doing something wrong?

After both ears received the message that my sister was left in the air, I immediately frowned bitterly.

but. The Seattlek and Carlos on the side seemed to be awake by this confusing word suddenly. A thing called aura flashed in their heads, but this aura was not so beautiful for them. .

"Brother Wu, I want to ask you something, please be honest."

The two men stepped forward step by step, bathed in the cold red blood moonlight, and stretched two shadows shaped like long-horned demons on the smooth sand to me.

"When... Of course it's okay, you are my style, hardcore! Never disdain to lie, so ask with confidence."

Forced by the momentum of the two people, I took a slight step back and answered with my scalp. I made up my mind. If it was a problem that was not good for myself, I would have to be killed.

"It's better to be like this, so now I ask you, today's journey, did you follow the direction of the magic compass?"

"what?!!"

Carlos: "..."

Seattle: "..."

Three people: "..."

"[Huh?!!!] What does it mean, can you tell us, Wu! Shi! Brother!"

Carlos, who was calm and calm, couldn't help but tremble slightly. When he said this, his teeth were still rubbing. It sounded like it was squeezed out of the teeth. It was strange.

"Huh~~ Isn't this an obvious thing?"

Gently raising the short hair on his forehead, I looked at these two people with a proud name.

"Of course, you can't just follow the instructions of the magic compass. The seventh sense of man is the most reliable. Whether it is to find a direction or to bypass the dangerous place. Speaking of it, my seventh sense is today. It's better than this, and there has been no fatigue throughout the day."

With a snap, Seattle rudely grabbed the magic compass from my hand and compared it with Carlos' two probes.

"Did I just say this to you? Things are dead and people are alive. After all, magical alchemy items are only auxiliary tools. If you rely too much on this thing and ignore your own abilities, then humans Sooner or later, he will become a slave of magic, do you understand?"

In the face of Carlos and Seattle, whose faces are getting worse, I continue to talk eloquently and publish the advanced knowledge I have obtained from another network-developed world.

"Today's journey is a full 150 degrees away from the direction of the magic compass, which is almost the same as going in the opposite direction."

When Carlos said this, he seemed to wish he could bite off his white teeth.

Then ~www.readwn.com~ The two men raised their heads and looked at them with greasy eyes like a hungry wolf.

"Hey, what do you want, if you have something to say, don't..."

After a short fight, a tall pillar was connected to the tallest sand dune nearby with a spear, and a figure hung on the top. In the bitter cold wind of the desert night, the black shadow hung on it was like a violent wind The flag in the general, fluttering constantly, screaming faintly, until dawn...

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I slept intermittently for a whole day, I don’t know how to do it, I am still very sleepy, but I will make up for it. Today’s monthly ticket score is small. I am very satisfied, but later I saw a list of September manuscript fees in the backstage of the author. Everyone worked hard, and I also had to pay P authors a monthly manuscript fee on the first day of National Day.

The September manuscript fee should be at least the one that Xiao Qi has received since he wrote Darkness. This is also impossible. Anyone who did not get full attendance last month has the least number of words.

Well, it's not wordy. I will comfort myself with actual results this month. I will have a chapter later. Continue to ask for monthly tickets, recommendations, and subscriptions. How about abbreviating it to Sanqiu in the future?