Diablo Destruction

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"What about me?" Tulakov couldn't wait to step in. His huge size completely blocked the beautiful scenery of Sa Qili.

As he spoke, he proudly posed with his muscles.

"You?" I looked him up and down. In the cold weather, this muscular barbarian was still wearing an open-collared short-sleeved leather shirt, revealing his arms as thick as cow legs, and his huge chest muscles were like millstones. The poor clothes were stretched so tight that it made people worry that if he tried harder, the clothes would burst from the muscles.

Below is a pair of tight trousers, and a set of steel knee armor is tied to the knees. There are curved hooks on them. The sharp light seems to say: Hey, man, don't force me to use my knees, you will die miserably.

Then, around his waist, hung a war skirt made of unknown patterned animal skin. Under his feet were armored shoes with animal skin inside, and on his bare arms were a pair of leather gloves.

"Uncle Tulakov, are you here for a wedding or a fight?"

One sentence made everyone laugh.

Tulakov was angry: "Brother, look carefully. This is the most solemn attire of our barbarians."

I looked around, but I still didn't see anything different about him. He seemed to be dressed more fiercely. It's even more wild and domineering. How can this be the dress for a wedding?

"It's face, face." Kind-hearted Uncle Simba reminded me.

My eyes fell on Tulakov's face. Sure enough, I found something different, it seemed like it wasn't the usual tattoo. There are more tattoos on it, covering almost half of the face, and even the bald head has some patterns tattooed on it. Even the savages from the Indian tribe will probably kneel down in fear when they see this face.

"Turakov, what's wrong with your face? Has it been disfigured?" I was shocked.

Amid the laughter of everyone, Tulakov looked at me dully: "I made this specially to attend your wedding. It's interesting."

"It's too exaggerated. Wouldn't it be like this that you will always look like this in the future?"

"What a pretty face, are you itchy?" Tulakov gritted his teeth angrily and shook his big fist at me.

"This is not a tattoo. It can be removed later. If we had to do this every time we attend a grand banquet, wouldn't we barbarians be completely unrecognizable? Besides, the tattoos on our barbarian faces are all special. The meaning cannot be changed easily.”

"I see, I'm sorry, I really don't understand this." I nodded suddenly and raised my posture.

Next came three more. Needless to say, Uncle Shashik must be wearing a sexy tuxedo. His strong and tall body is not inferior to that of a barbarian, which makes people wonder if this guy has some blood of barbarians.

So, with the huge body in a black tuxedo with white bottom, it looks like... like an emperor penguin magnified dozens of times, poof~~~

Uncle Simba and Uncle Daga are not that showy. They wear the same large green leaf robe, and with their kind and steady temperament, they look like priests who worship nature. Needless to say, this must be Uncle Simba's idea. .

These close friends all dressed as grandly as possible. As for the other adventurers and civilians, we couldn't count on them, but they would wear better clothes to attend.

"Little brother, you haven't talked about yourself yet. Why are you wandering here alone? Today you are the groom." After greetings, Sa Qili hummed softly and pulled Tulakov away from her eyes.

"Master Raphael is taking care of it, so there's nothing better for me to do." I shrugged.

"That's right. If that guy Raphael is serious, there is really no room for anyone else to interfere." Sa Qili knew the abilities of her old rival very well, and nodded in agreement after hearing this.

"So, come out for some air, and take a look at what Master Raphael has arranged."

"Okay, anyway, we have nothing to do now, so we're just going to walk around with my little brother to see if that guy Raphael is carrying little brother behind his back and doing any tricks." Sa Qili decided and glanced at the four people behind her. .

Everyone was even dressed for the wedding, so naturally there was nothing else to do. Even if they didn’t meet me, they would just wander around with nothing to do, or get together with other adventurers to brag and chat, or even sit in a bar if they wanted to. No, because all the bars are closed today.

It wasn't that Raphael was overbearing and forced the bar not to open. It was just that she had confiscated almost all the wine that could be opened in the entire camp's wine cellar and used her private money to buy it. Besides, no one wanted to go to the bar. It was very disrespectful to go to a wedding after smelling of alcohol, so the bar owner simply gave him a day off.

One person wandering around with nothing to do turned into six people wandering around with nothing to do. Whether it was the adventurer's trading market or the grocery store, it was much deserted because of the wedding. On the contrary, there were many more people on the street, making it almost difficult to move. Like me, everyone is looking at the crystal lanterns dotted on the streets and houses with curiosity, and sighing at the generosity of the princess of the Baizu.

Even the six of us went to the underground farm out of boredom and found that it was newly decorated and the ceiling of the cave was covered with crystal lanterns. It is said that if the farmers hadn't stopped them, Raphael would have wanted to hang them on the vegetable ridges as well. crystal Light.

Since then, we have gained a better understanding of Raphael’s state of boredom.

Seeing that it was already afternoon, I said goodbye to the four of them and headed towards the last goal of this wandering trip.

That shabby little hotel, my stupid little junior sister.

"Biansha, are you ready?" I asked aloud as I jumped in from the attic window.

What greeted him was the smiling face of the hairy-legged fairy.

"Everything is ready. I've been hungry since yesterday."

"..."

You must keep your distance from this old man at the wedding banquet. I can't let anyone know that I know him.

"Senior brother, Beansa is also ready." Beansa, dressed in cool black, walked out of the shadows. Still holding the honey jar in her hand.

I said...

"Old man, can't you change Beansha into some other clothes?" I glared at the leg hair fairy.

"But... I think this is the most suitable for Beansa. There is no need to change to anything else?"

That being said... I can't think of any other outfit that could be better than what Biansha is wearing right now. But when it fell into the mouth of the Leg Hair Immortal, I always felt that he was just troublesome.

After thinking about it, I took out a thick white priest's robe padded with animal velvet.

Beansa's outfit is too cool, with his waist exposed, almost like Tulakov. It's a cold day, and it might snow. How could the seemingly petite and frail Biansha be allowed to wear such a small amount of clothes to attend a banquet?

"Beansa, take off your cloak and put on this robe." I said to her.

"Ah, that's my cloak!!" The white light of the necklace flashed, and the little ghost appeared gorgeously, staring at me in protest.

This little saint. But she was extremely vigilant. Except for me and Vilas and the others, no one else was allowed to get close to her or touch her things.

"You are compassionate and have a broad mind. Holy lady, who is illuminated by the Holy Light, look at your people wearing only such a small amount of clothes in the cold weather. Don't you have any feelings?"

I pulled Biansha over, wiped her tearful eyes, and touched her head, with a look of sadness and helplessness on her face, just like a father and daughter living on the street.

However, at this moment, Beansa made an unexpected move.

She stared blankly at the little ghost who suddenly appeared, and suddenly took a step forward and hugged her.

"Ah...ah, you guy, what are you doing all of a sudden!!"

The little ghost struggled hard, but was helpless. Although she was half a head taller than Beansa, Beansa's strength... even made me shudder, let alone the little ghost.

what happened?

Seeing this scene, my eyes almost bulged out.

Beansa, who is almost as repellent to other people as the little ghost, actually takes the initiative to approach and hug the little ghost. Is this the so-called mutual sympathy?

Seeing that the little ghost was so angry that white light was blooming all over her body, and she was about to use all her power, I quickly pulled Beansa back.

After calming the frightened little ghost, I turned back.

"What's wrong? Biansha, do you like Alice very much?" I touched the little junior sister's head and asked softly.

"Yes." Beansa nodded, his eyes falling on the little ghost far away from her.

"Her name is...Alice?"

"That's right."

"With sister Shaye..."

"What?" Beansa muttered to himself, his voice was so soft that I didn't hear him clearly.

"It's...very similar to my sister's breath." Beansa repeated.

"With your...that sister? That's it." I suddenly understood.

When I was tinkering with memory crystals with Beansa, I already learned from her that Beansa had two sisters and one sister.

Beansa has told me more than once that she likes her sister the most. She learned spices from the Leg Hair Fairy in order to make more delicious food for her sister who also seems to be a little greedy.

It's a pity that Beiansha is very tight-lipped, and I still don't know the names of her two older sisters and that younger sister.

In connection with the above content, it is not difficult to understand why Beansha suddenly hugged the little ghost. Because the little ghost's aura is very similar to her sister, Aiwujiwuxia will naturally have a good impression of the little ghost.

But then again, why does her sister have a breath similar to that of the little ghost? Could it be that her sister is also a priest, or does she have the same withdrawn and awkward personality, or even more... a ghost?

Bah, bah, bah, look at my mouth. Why do I curse others for no reason? She is Biansha's most beloved sister.

Beansa likes the little ghost, but it doesn't mean that the little ghost likes Beansa. After noticing the other person's fixed gaze, the little ghost stared at Beansa warily, squeaked, and hid in my necklace.

"It's not easy to have a good relationship with Alice. You have to take your time." I comforted Biansha's head, which was feeling very disappointed. From the bottom of my heart, I hope that these two people can get along well.

"It doesn't matter." Beansa cheered up and clenched his little fist vigorously.

"I spent thousands of years trying to build a good relationship with my sister and get her to respond to my words. But now it doesn't matter at all."

"Hahaha. That's good." I laughed. I didn't expect that my junior sister would occasionally brag. After thousands of years, wouldn't she be older than Yalandlan? Hahaha~~~

"I seem to be forgotten in a corner of the world."

At this time, the hairy-legged fairy stood lonely in a corner, muttering to himself, and a gust of wind blew by, blowing his robe slightly. Revealing the flowing and thick leg hair.

Taking the two of them back, at this time, a large number of people had gathered in a huge open space near the tent, including some civilians and some naughty little guys running around. The scene was already a bit lively.

A banquet large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people. I really asked Raphael to set it up. Not to mention anything else, just these dining tables and the food and wine that will be used are a big problem. If it were me. Let alone tens of thousands of people, even if it holds a banquet for hundreds of people, I can't command it.

I asked the Hairy Leg Immortal to take good care of Beansa, and I returned to the tent alone.

"Xiao Xiao Wu, you came back just in time. Your clothes are ready. Hurry up and give it a try." Raphael came towards me and pulled me into a room.

Besides me, Linya was also inside.

She has already put on her dress, but it is not the white wedding dress I imagined, but a gorgeous one-sleeved priest's white robe like a wedding dress, with a red chest-length shawl on it, and her plump chest is covered with silk. The ribbon is tied with a bow.

Red ribbons can be seen everywhere on her body, including her chest, waist, arms, and her dark green straight flowing hair. They look like gift boxes with extremely exquisite packaging.

However, the pastor's elegant and noble temperament was highlighted by the white robe, and the two completely different temperaments merged together. Together with Linya's stunning face with light makeup, everything dimmed.

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