The wooden door slowly opened, and a rotunda the size of a square with thousands of people appeared in my field of vision. Directly opposite the door stretched a gorgeous carpet. On both sides of the carpet, four people hugged the huge and thick supporting stone pillars, as if neatly The rows of soldiers stood upright, leading to the depths of the hall.
At the end of the carpet, a huge throne made of thrown skeletons stood tall. The owner of the throne, Andariel, with a body of more than five meters, was sitting quietly on it, with a pair of The snake-like eyes only fixed Sister Sharna in front of the door.
Aowu asked, if we exclude the pair of terrifying tentacles behind her and the vicious and cold aura emanating from her body, Andalil is definitely a stunning girl. She has a hotter figure than Sister Sharna, and her exposed figure The attire is enough to make any mature man's nose bleed. His fiery red hair is flying high like a flame. The sharp forehead is sexy and wild in line with Western aesthetics. Coupled with the round and slender legs, he stands proudly. With her twin peaks and cold and arrogant eyes, Andariel has the charm to attract any man.
There are many versions of the legend about Andariel in history. Some say that she was originally an orphan from the monastery and was once the most beautiful woman in the entire Rogge camp. Some say that she is the fallen goddess of youth and has a difficult-to-litigate story. Poignant experiences, but these are no longer researched. The only thing that can be confirmed is that she, Andariel, one of the four demon kings of hell, the Queen of Darkness who takes pleasure in dominating the pain and torture of others, is The public enemy of the entire Dark Continent.
On the other side, Sharna, who stood proudly at the door and looked closely at Andalil, also exuded an aura that was not inferior to Andalil's. Yes, she was also the most beautiful woman in Rogge's camp. The recognized queen of Rogge Camp, her strength can make even the cruel and ruthless demons fear her, and her pride can make even the noble and elegant angels bow their heads. Even if it is still impossible to reach the peak of Andalil, it can never be compared with her small projection.
This is a competition between queens and queens, and the battlefield is this closed rotunda. Those who are defeated can only die.
I don't know when the wooden door was closed. I stood outside the door blankly, as if a hole had been dug in my heart. I was empty, panicked, and my mind was blank. I didn't know what to think or what to do. Something. I don’t know anything, I don’t dare to think about anything.
"Xiaofan----"
My back was suddenly pressed against by two hard balls of soft flesh, and what was close to me was a warm and delicate body. My heart trembled slightly, and I turned around like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood. He hugged the little ghost and pressed him tightly in his arms.
"Aren't you very confident in her?"
The little ghost raised his head and touched my chin with his smooth little forehead.
"Confidence cannot be eaten for food."
I buried my head in the soft hair, and the gentle scent of the hair and body fragrance slowly relieved the tension and anxiety in my heart.
"Is this the so-called care that leads to chaos?" The little ghost blinked his big eyes, tilted his head and sighed in realization, and then gently stroked my hair with his little hands.
"Don't worry, if it's her, there will be no problem."
"Little girl, you sound like you know my sister better than I do."
I raised my head unconvinced and pinched the little Qiong's nose, which was raised with confidence.
"No, damn it, you always look down on me. I think back then, I was called the Holy Lady with a piercing gaze by the Vatican's master tailor!!"
The little ghost gave up and writhed in my arms on his hands and feet.
"They are totally two different things." I couldn't help but look at the awkward little ghost.
"By the way, I still have death leather gloves here. Oops. Why didn't you think of that just now?"
I'm excited. If my sister wears this pair of leather gloves, she should be foolproof. Just when I wanted to take advantage of her to rush in before the battle with Andariel, Alice suddenly grabbed my clothes.
I turned around and looked at the little ghost dissatisfied. Now was not the time to be willful.
Alice did not flinch at my questioning gaze, but spoke slowly in a melodic tone.
"At that time, I once had a question: Don't extend a helping hand to a warrior who is determined to fight. It is an insult to him. Xiaofan, do you think she will take your gloves?"
Alice's face shone with a faint white light, her face revealed a wise and mature tenderness, and her whole body exuded a calm intellectual beauty, just like what I saw when I first met her. I'm afraid this is what she is like. The true side of the saint.
I was completely shocked by this sudden maturity and calmness, and what she said was indeed reasonable, so I could only nod helplessly and put away the death leather gloves I had just taken out.
"Damn humans----"
The whole earth suddenly shook, and along with the hoarse and low roar like the whispers of a demon, a light green evil aura came through from the other side of the door. My heart was shocked, and my fists were clenched tightly. She finally told Anda Leal faced off.
Just like in the game, after entering Andariel's palace, you will not fight with her immediately. She will let the minions inside test your strength to see if it is worth her to take action. Of course, if you can be favored by Andariel, And allowed to stay in her palace, how can he be an ordinary person? The weakest one is probably as strong as a boss.
Unexpectedly, within half an hour, my sister had already met Andalil. I was both happy and worried. What I was happy about was that I didn’t expect that my sister would get rid of those little guys so quickly. Even if it was me, if Without Xiaoxue's help, they probably wouldn't be able to do it. They couldn't help but feel a little more confident in her strength. What they were worried about was naturally the process of her fight with Andariel.
"Don't you want to go in and have a look?"
Alice came over lightly, tilted her head and asked. The image of the saint that was hard to look at just now was just a flash in the pan, and now she has been completely brought back to her original form.
"No need, if I rush into my heart, it will only distract my sister, and I have absolute confidence in her."
I gave her a cool look.
"Really? That's it! Is that really the case? Are you sure?..."
This hateful little ghost focused its gaze on my white and trembling fist, repeating it with weird emphasis.
"Wow!!"
Unable to bear it, I opened my big hands, expertly pinched the soft flesh of her face and gently applied force to both sides...
With lively Alice by your side. The originally unbearable waiting seemed a bit lighter. Looking at her bright and lovely face, I thought of the mature and calm expression just now. Sometimes I even wonder if the little ghost in front of me has been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, or if it has multiple personalities. Women, it is really difficult to understand.
It has been almost an hour since the battle between my sister and Andariel. Fierce roars and fighting sounds are still coming intermittently from the opposite side of the wooden door. It seems that both parties are still in high spirits. I don’t know if this battle will last. When did I let the poisonous flowers lurk quietly? Although I couldn't convey the scene of the battle, I was still able to detect in time when my sister was in danger.
"Alice, in your eyes, what kind of person is my sister?"
The two of us stared at the wooden door idly, as if by doing so we could see through the battle scene inside.
The little ghost expressed doubts about my sudden question. Then he tilted his head and thought about it carefully.
"A very cruel woman... wow!!"
Alice, who was tightly held in my arms, choked on the ordinary words she spoke.
"Wow, I haven't finished talking yet!"
She moaned in confusion, her big silver eyes pretending to be fierce, but still looking very cute as she stared at me.
"I will not take back my words about a cruel woman. Although we have only been together for a short time, I am absolutely certain that she is the kind of devil who can slaughter a city for just one person."
Alice's affirmative tone and burning gaze left me unable to refute. However, her conversation suddenly changed.
"However, she is also an enviable and good sister, ugh
After finishing speaking. She seemed unwilling to accept the feeling of being outdone. She groaned in pain and buried her whole body in my arms.
"This little girl."
I was particularly amused when I looked at the little ghost who was moaning unwillingly in my arms, but I had to admit that what she said about the Vatican tailor master was very reasonable. The eyes of this little ghost in front of me. Maybe it can really be described as "a burning gaze".
A few hours passed slowly, and I finally realized what it means to live like a year. If it weren't for the sound of fighting still coming, I would even wonder if the poisonous Hua Teng was herding cattle.
Even Alice, who was calm and composed at first, began to reveal a layer of worry in her eyes. Although she didn't have much affection for women of this character, she was his only sister.
Time is ticking by, and now even the corridor is beginning to be filled with a light green gas. If an ordinary person smells this gas, he will definitely fall to the ground and die within a few seconds, because this is Anda The poisonous residue released by Leer.
Even the poisonous gas outside is already so strong, one can imagine how fierce and dangerous the battle for Sister Sharna inside is.
Just when I couldn't help but move forward, trying to see something through the crack in the door, the whole world seemed to collapse, suddenly shaking, followed by an angry and unwilling roar, as if it was about to shake the air. As if tearing apart, hot breath suddenly spurted out from the crack in the door, sweeping away the permeating green mist.
My heart was filled with great joy. I stiffened my body and was at a loss. What should I say when my sister comes out later? Cheering and shouting "congratulations"? It’s so tacky, you don’t say anything and rush up to give me a hug? It seemed a bit pretentious. For a moment, I felt as if I was meeting my father-in-law and mother-in-law for the first time. I was nervous, afraid, excited and confused.
"Xiaofan, this is a good opportunity."
The little ghost behind me floated over with a smile on her face. Sister Sharna's return meant that she was lurking. I never understood why she didn't want to appear in front of her sister or other people.
"She is actually a woman who looks strong on the outside but is very sensitive on the inside. Whether she can be happy or whether she will degenerate into a devil may just depend on your thoughts, so you have to..."
Alice's voice gradually disappeared inside the necklace. Before I could carefully savor the meaning of these words, the door was gently opened with a sway.
In my imagination, my sister would open the door majestically, coldly utter "It's not challenging", and then float away; or she would hold Andalil's head and tilt it condescendingly. Sexy thighs sit on the skull throne, looking at the adventurers who come to worship him with cold eyes.
However, what appeared in front of me was a weak girl. Her tattered and dusty clothes made her look a little embarrassed. Her face was full of fatigue and boredom, and she even looked shaky with every step. Akira seemed to be about to fall down at any moment. The most shocking thing was the pair of sea-blue eyes. No matter how tired or painful they were, they could not let the sharpness inside shake them at all. For the first time, they revealed their softness. His expression no longer looked like the vast ocean, but a small, injured lake.
It is no longer physical fatigue, but mental fatigue.
She raised her beautiful eyes, and as if she had lost all her strength, she fell into my arms as I rushed forward.
"I didn't expect you to see me looking so weak again, haha----"
She weakly stretched out her hands and gently stroked my cheek, and she forced a wry smile.
"No, in my mind, sister is always the strongest."
Seeing this weak face, my heart was filled with unspeakable distress and sadness.
"I'm really old. I wasn't like this before..."
She groaned weakly and murmured somewhat depressedly,
"No matter what, my sister will always be the youngest and strongest."
Rubbing my eyes, I knew of course that the so-called "before" was referring to the days when she was hunting monsters in the forest when she was young.
"Brother, do you think they will regret it?"
"Well, they will regret it. Expelling you from the tribe is the biggest mistake of their lives. When the news comes out, they will roll on the ground crying with regret."
"Haha----well said----"
She smiled weakly, hesitated for a while, and finally whispered to herself in uncertainty,
"Do you think they will come and beg me to return to the tribe?"
"Yes, I will, I will definitely do it, but you can't take advantage of them. You have to step on the messenger who is kneeling on the ground and tell her with your nose, "Let all the elders in the village take all the cattle and sheep in the village and kowtow three times and five times. Come beg me and maybe I'll think about it. "
"Well, let's do it. I originally wanted those elders to use their bodies to pave the road for me to step on before I would consider it. But since my brother said so, let's do it..."
The voices in his arms gradually weakened, replaced by tired and reassuring breathing.
From now on, I, Wu Fan, swear to kill those who bully you and humiliate you!
I held back the tears in my eyes and silently confided the most solemn vows in my heart.
