Diablo Destruction

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"Yawn!" On the way back, I sneezed inexplicably, and a chill enveloped my body deeply, causing me to subconsciously hug my body and shudder.

Got a cold? Although it has already entered winter, Kurast and this vast virgin forest are just like the equator of the original world. It is hot and humid all year round. If you find a native Kurast who has never been outside, If people or elves ask, they will definitely not know what snow is.

I mean, even in winter, the temperature here is not too low, can you still catch a cold? Could it be said that my physical fitness has dropped below that of an average person?

"Xiao Fan must have done something bad and someone stabbed his spine in the back." The little ghost opened her mouth and told the truth that I didn't want to admit. Haven't adults taught her that some words should be kept in her heart and let it rot? Last life? This poisonous tongue needs to be cured.

"No, how could someone like me, the savior of the alliance, a man in the camp, and the five good princes of the elves, do bad things and be resented by others?" I quickly denied.

"Little Vilas, little Linya, little Sarah, the annoying Amazon, the shameless fox, and little Alto..." The little ghost counted them one by one on her fingers, but she hadn't finished speaking yet. It was as if I had been poisoned by the five love poisons. I fell to the ground and rolled around. Wails again and again.

"Stop talking! Please stop talking! Noble and great Saint Alice!!!"

I already know, I already know how much I am hated by others, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t have to say it out loud. Damn it, is it so difficult for me to live in my dream for one more second? Do you have to remind me of those goddess fan groups in the Alliance and Elves? !

"Anyway, it's a good thing you don't have a fan club. You are worthy of being my saint." Getting up from the ground unsteadily, I patted the little ghost on the shoulder. Show a hearty smile.

"Wow! I'm being ridiculed." The little ghost looked troubled, wasn't it? As mortals, Vilas and the others have countless fans behind them, but she, a saint who should be worshiped by all people, has none. What an irony. It clearly means that she, a saint, is pitiful. Not even devout believers.

"Don't worry. I will always be your devout believer." I patted the little ghost on the shoulder again, smiling even brighter.

"Nonsense, Xiaofan has never been loyal to me." The little ghost sighed and showed a gloomy look, as if he was a princess who had perished.

"Who said no?" I widened my eyes.

"This saint has no strange memory of Xiao Fan kneeling down and praying devoutly in front of this saint."

"Yes, I have."

"Liar!"

"Don't deny it right away, it's true."

"Then Xiaofan, tell me. When did it happen? Could it be that this saint's memory is already worse than Xiaofan's?"

"While in bed."

"Wow!" The little ghost looked troubled and didn't know what to say.

"Have you forgotten this? It's a pity that I kneel so piously in front of you that my whole upper body is prostrate, but you turn a blind eye."

"It's not in front of me, it's on my body." The little ghost puffed up his mouth. Said angrily.

"Absolutely."

"Almost like your sister, but not even close!"

"Obviously every time you do that, you are so excited that you are incoherent, even shed tears and drool, and then forget about it in the blink of an eye. It's so heartless." I made a sad face and wiped away tears.

"Stop talking, you stupid pervert and exhibitionist Xiaofan!" Even with the little ghost's attitude of being shameless and impatient, he couldn't withstand my attack. He let out a sweet cry, pounced on me with his teeth and claws, and bit me on the neck.

"Stop... no, shut up! I finally beat you in a quarrel, is this all you do? Be careful, I'll bite you too if I lose!" The little ghost bit me and screamed, I yelled, hoping to get her Calm down.

"Let the lazy wolf grow old." (Just let the horse come over) The little ghost said vaguely and provocatively while biting my neck.

"If you say that, I won't be polite." I said harshly, looking around.

This little ghost jumped up and bit my neck without any defense. In doing so, her own neck was exposed to my eyes. As long as she lowered her head and bit down hard, she could let this ghost know something. It's called treating others in their own way.

No, it can't be, not everyone has sharp teeth like Little Ghost.

All in all, bite first and then talk.

I opened my mouth slightly and looked at the white, beautiful and lightly scented neck in front of me, but I couldn't take a bite.

Forget it, I deserve to be bitten by this little ghost for the rest of my life.

With a sigh, I gave up struggling and let the little ghost hang on my neck, grinding my teeth.

However, the pain in his neck disappeared immediately.

The little ghost let go of his mouth, raised his head, and looked at me unblinkingly with his pure silver eyes.

"Why don't you bite?"

"I can't bear it." I touched her forehead gently with my forehead and said helplessly.

"Hey hehe~~~"

"You smile so stupidly, you stupid ghost."

"Don't speak ill of this saint." The little ghost lowered her head angrily and opened her mouth to bite. Just when I was about to take it, she stuck out her little tongue and gently touched the tooth mark she just left. Licking gently.

"Puppy Saint." I couldn't help but stroke her head and said with a smile.

"I want you to take care of it." The little ghost turned his head and rolled his eyes at me, and continued to lick.

"Don't be like this, I'm sorry." Still halfway, even though this is the Crystal Tree, except for the patrolling knights. Basically you won't meet other people, but if you are bumped into by someone. That would be bad.

"Humph, Xiaofan is not delicious at all, I quit this job." The little ghost, whose face was also slightly red, finally raised his head and said with a proud look on his face.

"Yes, yes, I am not delicious at all. Only the Holy Lady is delicious. I will eat you when I get back."

"[Idiot Xiaofan eats a ghostly cannonball from this saint] like this?"

"It's better to spare me this one. I'm really going to die."

"Humph~~~" Finally the game was won. The little ghost circled around me in a light and triumphant manner. When it came behind me, it hung two slender white arms around its neck and let me carry it without permission. Got her.

"Vilas and the others should have received the letter as well. I wonder what they are doing now?" The little ghost just talked about all the family treasures. Reminds me of other girls, I muttered.

This time it’s not just them, but also Tamoya, Kaluge, the Red and White Princess, and the Ten Thousand Years Princess. Even Hilmanya received my letter. Well, I admit, it was mainly because I was too busy at night. I couldn't help but write a few more letters because my hands were itchy, and for some reason I was in the form of the Holy Moon Wise Wolf. I was so excited to draw that I couldn't control it at all.

I originally thought that under such circumstances, Saint Yue Xianlang should be self-taught in painting skills, but the reality is very cruel. Although the interest is very high, the things drawn... they can probably understand. It's so shameful. If I had known I should have torn up those paintings, why did I just send them out together?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but hold my head and scream, feeling that I had no shame to see the girls again.

"Xiaofan Xiaofan, where are you giving me a letter?" At this moment, the little saint hanging behind her became restless again, and maliciously pressed her plump breasts up, tut, tut, thinking that I would be like this Are you convinced by the means? Let me tell you, that little girl Tia has launched such attacks on me many times, and her breasts are not smaller than yours, so I have become immune.

With a sneer in my heart, I took a deep breath of great righteousness, my eyebrows were like swords, and I shouted righteously: "Tell me, how much do you want, I will just write it for you."

"Uh... I don't need the content. Xiaofan's handwriting is so ugly."

"Woo~~~" I felt like I had been pierced by ten thousand sharp arrows and trampled by a million horses.

"I want a painting like that."

"It's ugly anyway, why are you here?" I refused awkwardly.

"Collect it, use it to make fun of in the future... No, it's used to mourn Xiao Fan." The little ghost stuck out his tongue, secretly thinking that he almost spilled the beans.

"No... I'd rather you say it's fun. Do you really know what mourning means?" I looked up at the sky speechlessly.

"Idiot Xiao Fan is so verbose. Anyway, hurry up and draw for this saint." The little ghost seemed to have been prepared, and in the blink of an eye, he handed over the white paper and quill from behind.

"I know, I know, don't make trouble." Like a poor scholar carrying a book basket to Beijing to take the exam, I walked with a pen and paper in my hand, drawing something on it. The only difference was that the book basket behind me was a ghost.

Yes.

I casually drew a few strokes on the white paper. At that moment, it was like Ma Liang was reincarnated and Picasso was possessed, and I completed a masterpiece in one fell swoop.

"Okay." I handed the painting back coolly.

"What is this?" The little ghost looked left and right, but no matter how he looked, he could only see a few faint handwritings.

"The picture is of you."

"Does Xiaofan mean to say that this saint is as pure as a piece of white paper?" the little ghost asked a little happily.

"No, because it's a ghost and can't be seen during the day, so I only drew a faint outline." I smiled deeply.

"Hit your face!" The little ghost immediately covered my face with the paper in his hand.

I promised to draw another picture for her after transforming into the Holy Moon Wise Wolf. I finally got rid of the entanglement of this ghost saint and was about to return to my residence.

As soon as I stepped through the door, the little ghost slithered away from my back, rushed into the kitchen, and washed the things he had been holding tightly in his hands.

There is no need to guess, what else could the thing tightly held in her hand be except the heart of the sacred tree? Seeing the little ghost rubbing it desperately, as if it was stained with something dirty, I smiled bitterly. What a shock Yalandlan would receive if he saw this scene.

"Very good, cleaned up." A few minutes later, the little ghost raised the bright heart of the sacred tree high and proudly declared.

Before I could give her some applause, she swallowed the fruit. Zhu Bajie gulped down the Heart of the Sacred Tree like a ginseng fruit, and swallowed it again.

Pat your slim, flat belly. The little saint had her hands on her hips and looked very proud. She looked like "This is the perfect body of this saint."

Look how proud she is.

"By the way, what do you think about what Grandma Yalandlan said?" When I saw the Heart of the Sacred Tree, I immediately remembered the business and couldn't help but ask curiously.

After learning some of the secrets of the first-generation saint from Yalandlan, I really want to know what impact it will have on Little Ghost, the second-generation saint.

"Any ideas?" The little ghost tilted his head. Suddenly it dawned on me that he had completely misunderstood what I meant.

"This saint has finally found her mount."

"What the hell?" I said with a dark look on my face.

"Holy Temple, didn't the First Saint already tell me to inherit it?"

"That's true, but how do you plan to get it back?" I was slightly taken aback. It really, logically speaking. The Holy Ark, the Holy Ark mentioned by Yalandlan, should indeed belong to the little ghost.

The problem is that the villains who have occupied the Holy See Hill are not easy to deal with at all, and they want to be sent back obediently. It is better to hope that the Four Demon Kings and Three Demon Gods can change their minds one day and become monsters again.

"This is really a problem. Forget it, let's just lend it to them for fun. Xiao Fan is enough for me." She has been to the hell world with me. The little ghost, who knew how dangerous it was, showed a serious look on his face. After a while, he sighed and said.

"I served you as a servant and a knight, and now I have to replace the Holy See Mountain as your mount? At least you can pay me some wages." I couldn't help but smile and rubbed the little ghost's face.

"Don't give up so easily, that's not your style."

"However, I would rather not take the risk of Xiaofan to get the Holy See Mountain back." The little ghost raised his head, looked at me firmly, and emphasized again.

"The Holy See Mountain and so on are just a pile of scrap iron and rubble. It's enough for me to have Xiaofan."

"I know, I know, you idiot." I hugged the little ghost in my arms a little moved, but I kept thinking in my heart.

In the past, when I knew that Akara wanted to attack the Holy See Mountain, I was opposed to it anyway, because the alliance did not have the strength at all. After seeing the dangers of the hell world, I didn't even think about it. thing.

However, now that I know that the Holy See Mountain is a little ghost thing, of course, I still object to the idea of ​​building the Holy See Hill, but unlike before, I have no idea and feel that there is no hope at all. Instead, I start to think about whether Isn't there a way that I haven't discovered yet that has some possibility?

After all, people are selfish animals. I want to do something for the little ghost and make her happy. If it is my thing, it doesn’t matter if I can get it back. Without the Holy See Mountain, I am still the savior, but if it is her thing, I am Want to get it back.

"Other than that? Do you have any other ideas?" I secretly suppressed this idea in my heart to prevent the little ghost from seeing it. I kissed her moonlight hair intimately and asked.

The little ghost tilted her head again and curled up slightly like a kitten, allowing me to better pull her into my arms, and then she spoke softly.

“It feels great to get something for nothing and inherit a legacy.”

I:"……"

She was completely defeated by this saint, but she was indeed rude in her words. Who doesn’t want to inherit the inheritance? Who doesn’t want to get something for nothing and directly become a world-devouring powerhouse?

"What else?" I continued to ask.

"It would be nice if there was more inheritance. The first-generation saint was a little stingy. She finally got the Holy See Mountain as a mount, but she can't get it back, which means she has nothing."

"One cannot be insatiable." Even I can't stand it anymore. Didn't the first-generation saint leave you enough? The combination of the Saintess profession and the Servant Saint Diamond is enough to make you the strongest person in the Dark Continent.

"I'm wondering why the first-generation saint didn't leave any professional suit behind?" the little ghost said suddenly.

business suit?

My heart was shocked, so it turns out that since the way back just now, I have always felt that I have overlooked something, and this is it.

It's not that I underestimate the strength of the Seven Heroes, it's just that compared to the original Saint, the Seven Heroes can't even compare to one of her fingers. Even the strongest Tarasha is the same, but even the Seven Heroes are even more unknown. Some of the strong men left behind their own suits, of course. Nowadays, only imitations have been handed down, but there must be genuine ones. Only then will imitations appear, is that true?

Regardless of these reasons, what I want to ask is, how could the first-generation Saint, as the second strongest person in the history of the Dark Continent, not have her own suit, even if it is a replica.

Let us turn our attention to the most powerful person in the Dark Continent, the strongest king - the Elf King Arthur. She left Artoria two sets of artifacts. One is the Ymir suit, which is an artifact passed down from generation to generation by the elves, and the other is the King Arthur suit, which is the signature equipment of Arthur, the King of Knights.

Artoria, who was equipped with two sets of artifact suits, simply blinded everyone in the Dark Continent where artifacts were missing and declining, of course. She still has to pass King Arthur's test before she can unlock the power of the artifact, but after all, she already has hope. Unlike others, she has never seen even a leg hair of the artifact.

So, I want to ask again. As the second most powerful person after King Arthur, how could it be possible that the first-generation Saint did not have her own inheritance suit left behind? If it were in the past, I would still explain it to myself, for example, it was lost or missing like other artifact sets. It was taken away by the Hell clan, or it was simply lost in history. It's possible.

Although the elves continue to decline, they are always united and can protect the things left by King Arthur and the Twelve Knights as bright as new, while the human Holy See... I can only describe it with a hehe, the inheritance set of the first generation saint. , if it fell into their hands, there would be no need to count on it.

But the problem is, when Yalandan told us about the secrets of the first saint, he did not mention the inheritance suit. Even if it fell into the hands of the Holy See and was used as a rag to wipe the table, Yalandan should also If we know a little bit of information, at least, she will tell us about the first-generation saint and the inheritance suit.

But she didn't mention it, so there were only two possibilities. She hid it, and she didn't know about it.

The former can basically be ruled out. Even the Heart of the Holy Tree, which is a sacred object of the elves, was given to the little ghost intact according to the instructions of the first-generation saint. She really had no need to hide it.

In other words, Yalandlan actually does not know the inheritance suit of the first-generation saint. This is the most likely. However, the first-generation saint can carefully and thoughtfully arrange the ownership of the holy boat one hundred thousand years later. It is impossible. Forget about your own inheritance suit.

Could it be said that the first-generation saint didn't wear clothes... No, I mean, with her strength, could it be said that she no longer needs to wear equipment, and even artifacts are not important to her?

This doesn't seem to make sense. King Arthur, who is ranked above her, is a professional user of artifacts. The only thing missing from his body is his lining and underwear, which are not colorful artifacts. From this, it can be seen that the artifact suit still has a lot of effect on the powerful in this realm. She has been greatly improved. No matter how powerful the first-generation saint is, she can't possibly beat King Arthur.

so what? What about the promised inheritance suit?

Just when I was stuck in an endless loop and couldn't figure it out, the little ghost blinked and used her little brain that was a hundred times smarter than me to guess this sentence.

"Xiaofan, could it be that...the Holy Ark and the Holy See Mountain are actually the inheritance suit of the first-generation Saint?"

"Huh?" I was startled. I was about to say how could this be possible? How could such a huge building be transformed into an artifact suit?

But if you think about it carefully, it is not completely impossible. After all, there are many strange things in this world that we have never seen before. The existence of Holy See Mountain is already a miracle, so it is okay to make it more miraculous.

Although it is unbelievable, it seems that the little ghost's statement is the most reasonable explanation.

"When we get the Holy See Mountain back, everything will be revealed." After thinking about it, I hugged the little ghost tightly and nodded vigorously.

Since this is the case, it is even more important to get the little ghost's things back, including her [Heritage Set].

"Xiao Fan, you can't do anything stupid." The little ghost noticed my thoughts and nervously raised his head and looked at me.

"Even if I don't have the inheritance suit, I can still punch the three demon gods and kick the four demon kings. When that time comes, it won't be too late for us to get the Holy See Mountain back."

"Listen to you, my Lady Saint." I smiled and touched her head. The little ghost wanted to tell me that there was still time and there was no need to take risks. Anyway, the Holy See Mountain would not run away on its own.

"Okay, you stupid ghost, you can't let me go, but I can't let go of Vilas and the others." Seeing that the little ghost still looked worried, I couldn't help but you are hungry, she teased with her little nose.

"Damn it, Xiaofan is the most annoying, I won't pay attention to you." The little ghost felt relieved, but also got angry. He knocked his forehead hard, hit my nose, and then slipped into the necklace.

"What kind of hero is a sneak attack?" I said angrily, covering my sore nose.

"This saint is not a good man, but a good saint." The little ghost made a sound from the necklace, and I seemed to be able to see her cute face making faces at me, and I couldn't help but laugh.

There's really nothing you can do about this little saint.

However, the first-generation saint... I always feel that there are still some secrets that have not been unearthed, so forget it. In short, let's pay a little attention to the control center mentioned by Yalandlan. Since there has been a small war on the Holy See Mountain, Idea words.

Also, what happened to the secret room in the Holy See Hill... those "ciluo" girls in the glass pillars?

Recalling that scene, I still have the urge to feel sick. I suppressed the disgust in my heart and thought gloomily in my heart, it’s not a good thing anyway, it might involve the dark history of the Holy See, or even something more ulterior. secret.

Forget it, it's useless to think too much, let's solve the current problem first. I touched my stomach, and the empty stomach sound coming from it made me feel embarrassed.

At this moment, two identical pretty faces appeared at the door.

"Dad." "Dad."

"Xilusi, Aikelu, what's wrong?" Seeing my lovely daughters, I couldn't help but smile warmly.

"Dad went to Grandma Yalandlan's place?"

"Um."

"Have you had lunch?"

"No."

"Great." The twin princesses walked in with brisk steps, holding hands and cheering.

Is it such a happy thing that I didn't have lunch?

"Dad, Sirus and Aikolu have already prepared lunch."

"I did it together with Sister Jeluka." Sirus was more honest and didn't dare to take all the credit, so she quickly added.

"And Aunt Lucia."

"Everyone is getting together emotionally. Are you waiting for me?" I was very touched.

"Because Sister Jeluka said that Dad will most likely not have lunch at Grandma Yalandlan's."

"The little maid..." I was stunned for a moment, shook my head and smiled. As expected of the intelligence leader, his guess was really accurate.

"Okay, let daddy have a taste of your craftsmanship to see if there is any progress." I stood up with a smile, letting Xi Lusi and Aike Lu take me up and pull me forward.

A white light flashed on his chest, and the army of foodies who heard that there was food were also dispatched. Needless to say, the little ghost was obviously a ghost, but he was a staunch carnivore. He liked to eat meat, and of course he was not picky about other foods. He even owned Seattle Katsuya lamented his inferior eating speed and bottomless appetite.

Aria, although it's not that exaggerated, but if you look at her petite body, according to body size comparison, she may eat several times as much food as her own body, and Seattle Lake can eat the same size as him. BBQ? Maybe she can eat one portion when she is very hungry, but she can never eat two portions, so Elijah is undoubtedly a foodie. By the way, she is a fruit pie. Contrary to the little ghost, she is not interested in meat at all.

Kajier is also a fruit pie. Her appetite is not as exaggerated as that of Little Ghost and Eliya, but it gives people the feeling that as long as she is willing to eat, she will definitely be able to eat more, so she is also a snack food.

As soon as these three foodies appear, we have to hurry up, otherwise we will only see a mess and leftovers when we rush over.

Holding the little hands of Xilusi and Aikelu, we smiled at each other and quickened our pace...

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Uh-huh, 7,000 words have been completed. It’s obviously working time... It’s so hard, ugh~~

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