Diablo Destruction

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Milas's performance was over, and everyone had not yet recovered from the intoxication of the fairy music. The atmosphere of the banquet had been completely heated up. I don't want to be lonely. Even though I knew that I was a tragedy emperor, I still made rapid progress and committed suicide for the first-class Fini. I can’t wait to jump on stage and perform some magic tricks for everyone.

Then, she was kicked off the stage because the magic she performed was too bad, and she fell into mental shock and died again. She fell to the ground and was pale and shed tears. Then, the shy Vilas was forced onto the stage by everyone. As a singer in the alliance, this kind of How can we miss her when we have time?

Although he is not as versatile as Knight Mipa and can sing, dance, and sing, at least in terms of singing, Willas is not inferior to Knight Mipa. Her prairie-style, distant or exciting tunes also refreshed the ears of the elves present. The cheers continued.

"Vilas, Vilas, I am your fan, fan, fan~~~" As a result, just halfway through the song, the drunk Saint Yue Xian Wolf became so thirsty that he rushed to the stage with his bestiality and held Wei in his arms. The fierce kiss made Vilas, who was already shy about singing in public, blush like a big apple on the spot.

In the end, the Holy Moon Wolf was pulled away by the Colgate sisters, but in the middle of the song, Vilas was too shy to continue, so she hurried off the stage and hid in a corner, blushing and ashamed alone.

In this regard, everyone expressed their dissatisfaction, strongly condemned the Holy Moon Sage Wolf, asked him to compensate, and continued the song that Vilas had not finished singing just now.

The Holy Moon Wolf, who has the temperament of the goddess of ice, snow and moon, sings prairie-style tunes, which is exciting to think about.

As a result, Shengyue Xianlang, who suddenly became strong-willed, expressed that he would rather die than obey. He kept shouting that he was not such a casual person, that he must have inspiration when singing, and that his strong-willed melons were not sweet. His excuses were rejected by everyone. The crusade, led by little King Arthur, brandished a toothpick sword and launched a [wolf] hunting operation. The entire banquet suddenly entered the most noisy stage. The graceful running figure of the Holy Moon Wolf was passed by the menacing people chasing behind him. There was laughter and laughter everywhere, and it was extremely noisy. Even Lena, who had a quiet temper and learned to be calm at a young age, also participated in a few games with Claudia's support.

However, amidst the commotion that everyone participated in, there was always one person who was out of place, as if she was in another unrelated world, and like a person who had been forgotten by the world. The bustle on the opposite side formed a strong contrast with her silence.

This person is Ai Wa'er, her silent eyes have been chasing the figure of the Holy Moon Wolf.

It's really unimaginable that the person I admire, respect, and be obsessed with would have such a side. Under normal circumstances, Aiwa'er who sees this scene should feel disillusioned in her heart and feel tired and unloved. Emotions, such noisy, and such unscrupulous Saint Yue Xianlang are not her cup of tea. What she likes is the noble and elegant Saint Yue Xianlang, who is like a goddess.

But...why? There seemed to be some kind of enlightenment in my heart, and the question that had been confusing me seemed to be answered at this moment... No, I didn't get the correct answer, I just saw the hope of solving the problem. From this In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the cheerful smile on the face of Saint Yue Xianlang was completely inconsistent with his own temperament.

Is this her thought, this is the world she loves, is this her unwavering persistence?

If...if she were replaced by me at this moment, would my thoughts change? Ai Wa'er suddenly came up with this idea and was moved by it.

Aiwa'er, who has been growing up in the group life of angels and developed a self-disciplined, rigorous and unsmiling character, wants to try to change for the first time, not to deny her previous life, but to the land within her reach. Curiosity in the field and...envy.

Maybe, I can also smile like Master Xianlang? Are you expecting it? Do you deserve that kind of smile? Can I value the people around me like Master Xianlang, even going against the rules of the clan?

I don’t know... No, the answer is obviously no, how can you violate the clan rules? Violating the clan rules is tantamount to betraying one's past beliefs and honors. Why don't you know this?

Ai Wa'er was confused again.

At this moment, an evil black shadow enveloped her. As soon as Aiwaer woke up, she was hugged by this fast black shadow.

It was something she was very familiar with, a breath of cold ice and snow, like moonlight.

With a puff, just after identifying the other party's identity, Aiwa'er's head sank deeply into the deep canyon of the other party's towering chest, and she could only let out a whimpering sound.

It feels so uncomfortable, but so happy. This is the first time that Master Xianlang has hugged himself, and the first time that her beautiful scent has invaded him so unscrupulously. It's over, and I don't want to take a shower in this life.

Aiwa'er is in pain and happiness. Now she is completely like a veteran fan who is unwilling to wash her hands after shaking hands with her crazy idol.

"Aiwa'er-chan~~~" Shengyue Xianlang didn't treat her indifferently like usual, but her voice was sweet and waxy, full of soft and intimate atmosphere. It sounded in Aiwa'er's ears, making her feel like a grown-up. The Buddha ascended to heaven, and his heart was instantly filled with explosive happiness.

In the past, Mr. Xianlang, who had a cold temperament, was very good, but this kind of Mr. Xianlang seems... seems to be pretty good too.

"As an angel, you must be versatile and know a lot of things, right?" Shengyue Xianlang's voice continued to sound, and Aiwa'er, who was about to faint from happiness, nodded her head in confusion as she was caught in her chest. , but then shook his head again.

No, how can I be complacent? No, Ai Wa'er, you can't get carried away because of happiness, and you can't forget about yourself just because Lord Xianlang treats you well. You must remain humble and respectful in front of Lord Xianlang.

However, Saint Yue Xianlang perfectly ignored the shaking of her head behind her. When Aiwa'er was about to cry with regret, he pushed her away from his arms and kept patting her shoulders.

"Very good, very good, Aiwa'er, I like your honesty."

Eh...Ehhhhh? Hi, like me?

Ai Wa'er was completely stunned by Shengyue Xianlang's combination of punches and couldn't think clearly.

"As a versatile angel, how can you be indifferent to being compared? Right, so now it's your turn to perform, Aiwa'er, go ahead and let them see the power of the angel family."

The dazed Ai Wa'er was forced onto the stage. When she came to her senses, she was already standing on it, receiving everyone's gaze.

The little King Arthur and others who were chasing the Holy Moon Wolf saw that she had offered a sacrifice...oh, no, it was a substitute, so they gave up the action and turned around to watch Ai Wa'er's performance.

These days, no more than hundreds of thousands of years ago, there are as many angels as dogs and giant dragons roaming the ground. It is not easy to even see an angel, let alone watch an angel's performance. The opportunity is rare and will never come back, so how can you miss it.

So, when Ai Wa'er said that hers belonged to the victim and wanted to stop the performance and step down, facing the glittering and scorching expectant eyes of everyone, she felt like her bones were in her throat and she couldn't say anything.

I can't refuse these expectant looks, especially the expectation of Master Xianlang.

Ai Wa'er is also a determined person. After realizing that she could not get off the stage, she stood on the stage again and coughed a few times.

"Then...then, let me sing a song for everyone too."

"Oh!!!" everyone responded in unison.

After taking a deep breath, Aiwa'er closed her eyes, knelt down on her knees, intertwined her fingertips and made a fist, placing it against her chin. She lowered her head slightly, spread her wings slightly, and made an impeccable prayer posture.

Seeing this gesture, everyone immediately knew what Aiwaer was going to sing. It was a hymn of praise to the Lord. That’s right. Isn’t this what angels are best at?

Then, a deep and loud singing voice came from Aiwa'er's mouth. It was completely different from the clear and cold female voice she had tasted. It was like the voice of the sky, neither male nor female, extremely majestic, extremely holy, and extremely kind.

Unknowingly, dots of holy light fell from the sky, rendering the entire Elf Square like a church, sacred and solemn, and wherever the singing came, even the elves in the wind gave devout prayers and sang along with Eva's song.

All people, whether they are believers or non-believers, closed their eyes silently and listened quietly. The believers prayed, and the non-believers enjoyed the cleansing of their souls.

"Awesome, it seems that Aiwa'er's reputation as the princess of the Angel Clan is not entirely due to her identity. Her current performance alone is enough for her to obtain such an identity."

As a former angel, Angelil understood the weight of Eva's song better than anyone present, and couldn't help but murmur in a low voice.

"But, having said that..." A sly and interesting smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"I originally thought that Junior Brother Wu's capture failed, but now it seems that it is not a complete failure. No, it should be developing in a good direction."

Aiwa'er, who has such a talent, shouldn't have to sing a hymn on such an occasion. This is no longer a performance, but a display of Hong Guoguo's potential abilities.

However, she did this. In the final analysis, the key to opening her heart was Junior Brother Wu. Because Junior Brother Wu was around, she would have the slightest interest in such an occasion. Without Junior Brother Wu, such an occasion would not be possible for her. It's just like a noisy bar.

The persistence and belief of angels make it difficult for them to be easily moved into their hearts, and it allows them to change themselves, even at the cost of betraying their past beliefs and glory. As a person who has experienced this, Angelil can say with certainty that there is only one kind.

That is - love.

"Yeah, you sang pretty well." At this time, Angelil heard a compliment from the culprit next to her.

"Junior brother Wu, is Ai Wa'er's hymn just a good performance?"

Angelil asked in disbelief, could it be that the druid's tsundere attribute was violated again? Well, that must be the case. Even she, as an angel, was fascinated. There was no way she could only get something like this. evaluate.

"No more." Shengyue Xianlang gently shook a delicate finger and explained.

"If you rate her too highly, the ghost will get carried away."

"You mean Alice?"

"That's right, Alice can sing better than her." At this point, Saint Yue Xianlang raised his chin proudly, showing off his pride.

"No...it can't be right?" Angelil was startled. Looking at the other party, it didn't seem like he was lying.

"Uh-huh, I'll find out later by asking the little ghost to sing to you." Shengyue Xianlang shook his head lightly, not wanting to dwell on this topic any longer. This is an obvious fact, and you will know it once you try it.

"Ha~~~~~~" Seeing the affirmation on Shengyue Xianlang's face, Angelica paused, looked at Ai Wa'er on the stage, and suddenly showed a wry smile with pity in her eyes.

It seems that the situation on Junior Brother Wu's side is more difficult to deal with. No, if you want to completely persuade Ai Wa'er and let her switch camps, it won't work if Junior Brother Wu doesn't open his heart to accept her. It may even have the opposite effect. Love can change Everything can also destroy everything.

A song of praise made everyone feel calm and smile softly, but there was no way to continue the fight. So when the last ray of holy light fell, the noisy dinner also came to an end. Everyone cleaned up and said goodbye. , Elf Square suddenly became deserted.

Early the next morning...

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" With a druid's deafening scream, everyone got up.

"What's wrong, sir?" Vilas hurried over, wearing a simple and cute apron over a sky-blue maid uniform, holding a feather duster in her hand. It was obvious that this hard-working little dog was doing daily morning cleaning.

"Vilas, come here and take a look, this... what the hell is this thing?" A certain druid raised his sticky hand and showed it to Vilas.

That hand was covered with thick vegetable juice and meat sauce.

"Where...does this come from?"

"I don't know who's prank it was when I took it out of the inventory and it stuck to my hand! That's right, it must be that stupid ghost!" A certain druid transformed into a dragon, spitting out anger, and wanted to Take off the necklace and shake out the ghost saint living inside.

At this time, Willas looked troubled and solved the crisis for the little ghost: "I think this has nothing to do with Alice."

"Really? You can't lie to protect her. Then tell me who it is?"

"I'm afraid it's...yourself, my lord."

"Me? I will pour these leftovers into my inventory?"

"Sir, do you really not remember? When you performed on stage last night, didn't you... so coolly disappear the dishes on the dining table?" Vilas laughed bitterly.

"Me? Perform on stage?"

A certain Druid who was sleepy looked thoughtful, then clapped his hands and remembered: "I remember, it seems that there is such a thing. In order to save trouble, I just casually removed the things that were in the way. The dishes have been put into the inventory. Damn it, I’m such a fool. It’s time to clean up the inventory.”

He was muttering to himself. Suddenly, his expression froze as if he was acting, his eyes stared straight, and then, a scream sounded even more shrill and shrill than before.

"What did I do last night, you bastard!!!!!!!"

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