Diablo Destruction

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When I woke up, I opened my eyes and saw the little dog Vilas sleeping next to the bed. I looked out the window. It was late at night. It seemed that I woke up at the wrong time. It was all because of that guy Evelina. I always thought Will it die if you drive me away and let me stay for half a day to study it as an ecosystem component of the Salted Fish Sword?

I quickly checked my body and found that it was fine. It was much less injured than the previous battle with the pain worm. Only my right arm had no feeling at all. Could it be gone?

I was startled and quickly turned my head to look. Even though it was covered by the quilt, I could still see the outline of my right arm. This made me sigh in relief, and then I smiled bitterly.

Because the outline of my right arm under the quilt was more than double the size of my left arm, I couldn't bear to lift the quilt and take a look, for fear that I would see a super-large sausage connected to my shoulder.

It hurts, it hurts! ! !

Just when I was about to move my body, I accidentally pulled my right arm. The place where I had no feeling at all suddenly felt severe pain. I gasped, grinned, and held back the sound for fear of disturbing Vilas. Awake.

Unfortunately, although the voice was suppressed, the slightest movement woke up the little dog who was always on standby and rubbed his eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered and she opened her eyes, staring into my innocent eyes for a few seconds. Vilas suddenly became excited.

"Sir...sir, are you awake?"

"I'm not awake, I'm still sleeping, I'm just sleepwalking." I immediately closed my eyes and snored a few times in cooperation.

Willas didn't respond for a while. I opened my eyes and saw the little dog's eyes were wet and he was sobbing silently.

"What's wrong? I was just joking. Why are you crying?" I panicked immediately.

"Because you are an idiot." Vilas wiped the corners of her eyes and said with a choked voice.

I:"……"

Coming from the mouth of Willas, who is not good at lying, these words were so reasonable and convincing that even I couldn't refute it. It turned out that I was really a fool.

"Okay, okay, I'm an idiot. It's okay that I'm an idiot." I coaxed and reached out to touch Vilas' head. Fortunately, she was on the left side of the bed, otherwise I could only stare.

"We clearly made an appointment not to mess around. Why do you just don't abide by the agreement? Why do you always mess around like this every time? Why don't you take your own body seriously?" It's okay if I don't comfort you. Once I comfort you, Vilas Her sobbing became more intense, and she felt more and more aggrieved.

"I...can't I help it?" I busily wiped away the tears from the corners of Vilas's eyes, wiping the left side and the right side. I wish I could grow an extra pair of hands to help.

"It's a lie. Everyone knows it. You can obviously protect Sister Angelil in an easier way." Vilas cried and stared at me with an anger that had no deterrent.

"This...this...that's what I said..." The hand that was wiping Veras's face was scratched on his head instead. I can't tell Veras that that female angel nozuonodie stimulated me. Go dark.

Looking back now, I was indeed a little impulsive at the time. I didn't mean tearing the female angel in half, nor did I mean forcibly using the four-fold flame fist, but when I used it, I didn't consider that it was in the third stage. In the first world, the power of the four-fold flame fist is equivalent to the peak level of world power. How could the first world be able to withstand it? If it affects Angelil and Kajiel, or the Elf King City, my sin will be great. .

"Are Angelil and Kajiel okay?" Thinking of this, I asked quickly.

"They are all very good, but the adults are completely broken and can almost be thrown into the trash can." Vilas glared at me angrily, a bit unreasonable. This kind of Vilas also has a contrasting cuteness. Very cute.

"It's okay." I breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that Angeliel is still very clever. Otherwise, the destructive power of the four-fold flame fist will affect her. In her sealed state, plus a Kajiel , there must be ten deaths and no life. When I think of this, I feel scared for a while. It doesn’t matter if I become a black person, it doesn’t matter if I become a black person and kill people. What matters is that it doesn’t affect people who shouldn’t be affected. I must be more thoughtful in the future, otherwise I will regret it for the rest of my life.

"Is the Elf King City okay?" After thinking about it, I asked again.

"It's okay, it's okay. You should take care of yourself first."

Seeing that I kept asking other questions, but never asked a question related to my own body, Vilas couldn't help but get angry. This usually gentle and kind little dog had the audacity to bully others for the first time in her life. Read], reached out and pinched my nose.

"What's the matter with the calendar? What's the point of Luleli?" My nose was pinched and I could only make an indistinct voice. It was also the first time in my life that I felt the little ghost talking as my face was being rubbed. The feeling, it was - awesome.

No, it seems like someone wants to tamper with my attributes as the number one man in Dongrog, trying to impose the unwarranted attributes on me. Who, who is it? !

Back to the topic, in short, what I just said refers to my own physical condition. Don’t I understand it myself?

Vilas is worthy of being my adulterer for many years... Ahem, no, they are an old married couple. Even when she said it like this, she understood. She understood the essence of how I got along with the little ghost. But just because she understood, She became even more angry.

"Sir, do you know your physical condition?" She said as she tried hard to open her dark eyes wide, trying to intimidate me with the intimidation that didn't exist in her body at all.

"Then, Sir, would you like to move your right hand?"

"This..." I opened my mouth wide and rolled my eyes.

"Well, ahem, Vilas, I've been practicing a secret skill recently, called Sad Palm."

"My lord is an idiot!"

"..."

You see, talking to people who don’t understand their flaws. Just trouble.

"Can my hand be saved?" I looked at Vilas pitifully and squeezed out as many tears as I could. Hoping to get some sympathy.

"It's hopeless." Vilas tilted her head.

"Oh, it turns out there is hope." I breathed a sigh of relief, because Vilas was not good at lying, so no matter how I answered, I could always get the correct answer from her.

"Sir, you are really... only when you bully me do you look particularly clever." Vilas's eyes turned red again.

"Don't cry, don't cry, come on, let me hug you."

"I hate it. I'm not a child." Vilas refused while wiping her eyes.

"Ah~~~Ahhhh~~~My right hand hurts so much. There is only one way to relieve the pain, which is to hold you. Holding you will stop the pain. What should I do?" I pretended to scream.

"Bullying again!" Vilas glared at me angrily, knowing that I was lying. She still held back her shyness, gently leaned down, and took the initiative to lie in my arms.

He stretched out his only movable left hand and gently hugged the little dog. He took a deep breath of the familiar fragrance intoxicatedly and wrapped his hand around her waist. He touched the ring-shaped hair ornament on her chest and played with it gently.

Vilas is right in front of me, right in my arms, this feeling is unmistakable. This warmth, this fragrance. It is a real existence.

At this moment, the last shadow of the illusion left in my heart was completely dispelled by Willas in my arms. My heart was filled with warmth, peace of mind, satisfaction, and happiness. I would rather hold Willas like this for the rest of my life.

As if he felt something, the little dog got on the bed and leaned close to him.

"Hey, Willas."

"Hmm~~~" Enjoying the warmth of this moment, Vilas responded with a soft snort through her nose.

"Sing a song and listen."

"It's about time..."

"Okay, let's sing, I want to hear it."

"Even if you act like a spoiled child to me..."

"Ahhhhh~~ My arm is starting to hurt violently again. The terrible thing sealed inside is about to break the seal. No, it can't be released to harm the world. It must be suppressed with singing."

"Okay, I'll sing." Faced with my full swing, Vilas compromised.

"What should I sing?"

"Just hum the little tune you usually hum in the kitchen. I think it sounds pretty good."

"Ugh~~~ I don't want it, it's so embarrassing."

"Then it's a more exciting song. After listening to it, I'll go find Seattle and have a fight."

"My lord is bullying me again." Vilas lowered her head and thought for a moment, then moved her soft body a little higher, her cute and alluring little mouth just facing my ear, and then she started humming softly. When I woke up, the quiet and ethereal notes, like a lullaby, quickly made my eyelids twitch and I gradually fell asleep.

A few days later, I was completely alive and well, but unfortunately my right arm was still half-dead. I finally had some intuition, but because of this, it started to throb like an animal and made me want to cut it off.

Thanks to this, I am still lying in bed 24 hours a day, unable to go anywhere or do anything. Of course, it would be a lie to say that I can't do anything, such as mending magic, or Mend the devil, or in other words, mend the devil.

With the arrival of the girls, Caroline naturally followed them. The maids around Yalandlan quickly changed. Of course, this does not mean that the dirty maids can just go around selling their savings for a long time. She has a lot of integrity that makes me envious and jealous. If Arturia doesn't come back for a day, she can't rest.

However, I was finally able to take advantage of the girls' absence to sneak over and give me a quick magic touch. I can only use five words to describe this.

Ride the best!

There is nothing more pleasing to my eyes than to see a pornographic maid who will quickly change from immoral mode to shy and timid mode once she enters the serious stage, and take the initiative to make up for her demons while enduring the intense shame.

Ahem, ahem, let’s stop chatting here for the time being. Mother and daughter Angelil, who was safe and sound, also came to visit me the day after I woke up. The little angel was worried that I would be so worried that I was tired of it all the time. I was willing to leave, even my mother's words didn't work. If I hadn't fallen asleep later and was taken back, this cute little guy would have held me in his arms until the end of time.

After this incident, Kajiel seems to like me more and is even more disgusted with me. Although I was very happy, I still felt that I should let Carlos know. That handsome face is about to turn into a horse face.

When will he, the real father, come into his own? I feel a little hung up.

In addition, Angelelle also told me some things that happened after I became unconscious that day.

For example, my four-fold flame fist was caught by the Fifth Master, and it did not cause a big disaster. If it had not appeared that day, it might have caused a serious incident, so I was concerned about its appearance. I still feel mostly grateful.

It turned out that the palm that appeared out of thin air was not an hallucination caused by my eyesight, but was really the fifth master's hand. Although Angelil tried her best to avoid mentioning that I almost choked out the food I had just eaten that day, come on. The four-fold flame fist that was unleashed was received by the Fifth Master so lightly. In order to avoid damaging my self-confidence, I have changed from an optimistic savior of the poor to a rich second generation who walks around with birds and indulges in food and death.

However, in fact, when the Fifth Master reached out that hand, I was still somewhat aware of the strength gap between myself and the Fifth Master. This gap. It was as if I had gritted my teeth and spent the money I had saved over ten years of brick building to go to a three-star hotel for a night of fun. When I walked out refreshed the next day, I met a scolding man who had just walked out of a four-star hotel. The guy said he had never lived in such a bad place in his life, even worse than his own doghouse.

oh. By the way, director. Please let me be that rich second generation who walks birds and indulges dogs.

Angelil was concerned about my face and didn't mention it, so I naturally didn't mention it either. Then she talked about the Fifth Master's group resurrection technique. I was shocked at the time, but then I thought about it, this kind of ability happened to the Fifth Master, It doesn't seem to be a big deal. I have played a lot of online games in the third generation of Krypton Gold, and I feel that a young priest at level 30 would be too embarrassed to download a dungeon without practicing the group resurrection technique.

Okay, let’s put aside the resurrection spell first. This setting is too high and I can’t touch it yet.

Mainly speaking, the more than ten angels who participated in the mission were all resurrected under Wu Ye's lofty setting, including the female angel who was good at illusions... What was her name, Aiijima?

At this point, Angelil became cautious. Probably, although she didn't know why I used such cruel methods to tear this guy who looked cute without taking medicine today, but what is certain is that this hatred Big hit.

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