"It's so laid back."
Sit on the soft grass. The breeze mixed with the smell of the rising sun blew in front of me. I sighed with enjoyment.
"Yes. It's so laid-back. Click, click, click."
The little fox sitting next to him. |My mouth kept chewing snacks. He stared at the playing field calmly.
This magical space. No | It is a competition space created by the angel clan. Even if you sit far away. Just "want" to see it. Vision can be zoomed in closer. Bigger screen than any high tech. Live broadcast must be convenient. certainly. If only there was a commentator. That would be the end of it.
As an elder. I also have the privilege of having an empty space of my own. No one bothers. You can watch the game with your wives quietly.
The issue is. Why does my protagonist sit and watch the game talking nonsense...
"I originally thought I was the protagonist of this game."
Check out Vilasshala below. They came especially to watch the game with me. As a result, I started yawning halfway through. One person fell asleep with one of my thighs on his head. Sleep peacefully and peacefully. His even breathing caused his small white nose to tremble slightly. The long eyelashes are gently closed. Strands of soft hair hang down. Not to mention how much I love you. I feel like watching them is much more interesting.
"Yes. Every adventurer thinks he is the protagonist of this game."
The little fox still uses the light | light to tell whether it is interesting or not. Watching the field. He responded casually, neither salty nor bland. His little hands kept stuffing snacks into his mouth. Fill one of her small cheeks.
The fifth day of competition has gone. The battalion's level is the Luyin level. A class match with Kuras. It's over. Now it’s a demon fortress-level competition.
Although there was nothing remarkable about the fox tribe in the first three levels of competition, they still achieved good results. Didn't bring shame to the clan. The little fox's mission is more than half completed. You can take the soldiers back with your head held high. So he was very calm at the moment.
"According to the law of novels, the protagonist often appears from the beginning and grows up while defeating countless enemies. Finally, he comes to the finals and fights to the death with the final B."
I casually opened a heroic knight novel and looked shocked: "Is it possible that I am B. and not the protagonist?"
"You have read too many novels. Let Willas wash your brain with a rag. Squeeze out everything inside." The little fox still complained in a neutral tone.
All that's squeezed out is brains. You want to kill me, right?
"Um"
Vilas in her sleep. She seemed to feel someone calling her name. He turned over uninterestedly, and the corners of his mouth gently formed a soft smile. He didn't know what kind of good dream he was dreaming of. That pure and natural look is really cute.
It’s no wonder that they all talk about success and failure again and again. Three and exhausted. The tournament had just begun. I still thought about punching Carlos. Kick the mysterious mage. Another headbutt knocked down the barbarian named Seattle Ke. On the championship stage, he shouted "Brother Xinchun.'s eternal life" three times. Now all the anger has been exhausted.
"Speaking of which, are you really confident that you can defeat Master Kasha's three disciples? Didn't you mean that Paladin named Carlos, who defeated you easily?"
The little fox finally turned around. The big black eyes twinkled. Look at me very seriously.
"It was there in the past, but it's gone now. Let's talk about that time. I was indeed no match for Carlos at that time. It's hard to say now. I must avenge this."
Under the stimulation of the little fox. I finally ignited a glimmer of fighting spirit again. It is through this fighting spirit. Let it burn. My little universe. A spark. It can start a prairie fire.
"? Is it hard to say? That's right. I'm still not sure."|The fox's beautiful eyes blinked. I felt guilty for a while.
"Don't underestimate me. I train every day. My current strength is extraordinary." Seeing the seeds finally ignited. Will be extinguished. I quickly spoke to save him.
"Really? I think you are in a daze every day. Besides." The little fox looked me up and down. Suddenly he sighed.
Hello. What more? Just keep talking. Why are you sighing like an unknown person? What exactly are you going to say. Come out. Say it even if it is offensive. Otherwise, I would feel even more panicked, you bastard.
Sighed for a long time. The little raccoon turned a blind eye and looked at me: "You bad guy. You don't have the energy of a master at all. That Carlos. Although I haven't seen it, his aura must be terrifying. You Look like that. Others will look down on you."
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Can't argue with that. I really have no objection. I recall the feeling of seeing Carlos in Lu Gaoyin. My current strength. It's definitely better than what he was back then. But when it comes to master temperament.
"Me. I am doing this to show my enemy that I am weak, don't you understand. It's a strategy. A strategy. Damn it. I'm just a master without temperament. All I need is Willas and the others. Wuwu."
I feel like I can't even convince myself. I immediately burst into tears. He snatched the snacks from the little fox's arms. Take big gulps into your mouth. Turn away.
"Ah, anyway. Click, click, click. I don't have the temperament of an expert. Just go and sit with someone who has the temperament of an expert. Click, click, click." "Oh. I want to have a child." The little fox smiled softly. Beautiful eyes glowing with charm. Lean over. White fingers stretched out lightly. Poke me in the face a few times: "You're such a bad guy. Me."
"What are you two doing? Keep talking. I can't pretend that I didn't see it." The little ghost's dissatisfied voice suddenly sounded from the side. Her silver eyes looked over. Press your little mouth. look at me. Then she glared at her natural enemy "Sexy Fox". Finally, my eyes fell on the snack bag I snatched from the little fox’s arms.
Then. Then he looked at what was being held in his hand like a pine cone. A half-eaten diamond. There was some reluctance in the eyes. Licking the corner of his mouth to hold back his saliva. Finally it was a cry. He handed the half-gnawed diamond to me.
ah. Even if you hum it, it will be useful.
Looking at the diamond stretched out to my mouth, my teeth started to hurt again.
"Huh?" Seeing that I hadn't accepted the little ghost yet, he glared at me. |The light is sinister.
Even if it's useless... "You just eat that naughty fox's food. What I gave you. Why don't you want to eat it? It's so difficult that I reluctantly give up." The little ghost lowered his head and trembled slightly. Gradually, a black aura that was about to go berserk came out.
"
It's whether you want to or not. It's a question of whether you can or not. Don't take it for granted and eat diamonds whenever you can, you bastard. It's time for you to wake up to me. All Rogge. All mankind. The entire dark continent. One who can eat diamonds with relish. only you. Just you, a greedy, stupid, stupid ghost. "
"I don't listen, I don't listen. Xiaofan is an idiot. Big idiot (I bite) Big pervert (I bite) Big bastard (I bite bite..."
"Oh. Stop it, you canine. It's bleeding. It's going to bleed. Damn it. If you don't stop, I'm going to fight back. | My Thousand Buddha Hands Recital..."
"Alas. It's starting again."
The little fox sighed sadly. He raised his upper body. Naturally poured on the soft grass. Take a deep breath. Looking up at the sky. Thought. This kind of life is not bad. Only this bad guy is around.
same day. The game in Demon Fortress is finally over. Starting from the next day. It’s the much-anticipated Harrogas game.
but. I still have no share in it.
Early the next morning. The side of the playing field was crowded with adventurers. Except for the first day of competition. The angelic gates open for the first time beyond. It's never been as lively as it is now. Adventurer here. Mostly just waiting for today. Come get a glimpse of the strongest level battle in the first world.
On the vast expanse of grass. Hundreds of stations merged into ten. Just to be on the safe side. Spectators are no longer allowed to gather around the ring to watch the fight. You can only stand on the outside of the field. Just like a football or basketball game. Divide the playing field into ten fields. The audience is watching the game from the outside.
but. Each of the ten fields here is more than ten times larger than a football field.
And the angel I have been waiting for. Finally appeared. Patrollers constantly fly above in the presence of twelve angels. It attracted the attention of most adventurers.
but. I guess many risk takers are a little disappointed. in the Legends. Angels have beautiful and handsome faces. There are one or more pairs of beautiful white wings on its back. The whole body exudes a holy light. Make people worship you.
These twelve angels. Six men and six women. He looks very handsome. Or extremely beautiful. Plus perfect body proportions. It can only be described as perfect. No flaws can be found in appearance. Even the elves, who are famous for their beauty. You have to be a little inferior in front of them.
The power emanating from his body is also powerful enough. At first glance, each seems to have at least pseudo-domain level strength. Passed through the air. |The powerful holy aura was also oppressed. Let the most restless adventurers below. Also obey the rules honestly.
but. I always felt like something was missing. Those wings on your back? No wings. How can he be considered an angel? That's true, but it doesn't feel quite right. All in all a bit disappointing.
Just like before buying it. A game I really want to buy. After buying it, I had no interest in playing it. It can only be stored in a corner. A sense of loss after "harvest".
"What's wrong? Seeing the angel all the time. Are you unhappy?"
strictly speaking. Today is the first day of the competition. The first four levels of competition. At best it can only be considered a warm-up. So on the first day of the Harrogas level competition. Our elders. It still has to be like going on tour. Spend time together. Commonly known as catwalk.
"A bit disappointed. I can't tell you how. I hope the four-winged angel after the game can bring surprises." I shrugged helplessly.
"Actually, angels are no different from us humans. They have the same emotions and desires. It's just that they are born with the power of holiness - coupled with the strict and conservative rules of the angel family, they are exaggerated by the beliefs of the human church. Therefore, they appear mysterious to them. .It’s just a tall image.”
Akara is not afraid of whether those angels in the sky can hear it. He said in a very judgmental tone. The elders of various ethnic groups nearby also nodded in agreement.
If you think about it carefully. In fact, the angel race can be regarded as a powerful race in another world. The patriarch is Michael the Great. They have their own customs and culture. In addition to being powerful. In fact, there is nothing worth fussing about.
But if I have the chance, I would really like to visit the Angel Clan and see where they live. What does the so-called heaven look like?
After walking around as usual. We spread out. Each went to the arena of his own tribe's warriors to compete. The old drunkard also came up from behind.
"Wait a minute, brat."
"What's the matter? Don't tell me that you have advised your two precious disciples to change their minds and turn over a new leaf. They should turn themselves in and go to jail."
I looked her up and down and said sarcastically. In fact, those who most deserve to change their minds and go to jail. It should be this guy. not enough. It is estimated that the flowers in the camp will bloom more vividly.
"What a kind-hearted guy. I came here specifically to tell you first-hand information." The old drunkard pulled his face. Pretending to leave. "Don't worry, don't worry. Look, there is some fruit wine brought back by Lu Gaoyin. Let's drink and chat." I heard first-hand information. I immediately cheered up and looked at the old drunkard and thought she was much cuter.
"This time. I took advantage of my position to investigate all the Harrogas-level contestants." The old drunkard heard that he was drunk. It's also exciting. He started talking incessantly.
"Just tell me directly. Which ones are stronger? It's worth paying attention to."
It seems that she has the momentum to comment on all the contestants. I stopped her. joke. There are hundreds of Logas-level contestants. Let her talk from beginning to end. I guess I can’t even talk about the competition.
"What a boring guy. He was about to talk about something exciting. Ahem. Then just listen up." The old drunkard pretended to cough a few times. Then he said.
"First of all. It's me and those three unfilial students. I don't need to tell you how powerful they are."
I nodded. I know how powerful Carlos is. And that mysterious mage. See what the old drunkard has to say. It seems to be a bit more powerful than Carlos.
"By the way. That barbarian Seatik. How does his strength compare to Carlos?"
"He. He has been Carlos's old enemy since he was a student. In the entire training camp, no one except Carlos dared to fight with him." The old drunkard weighed his chin. began to recall.
"In other words, Carlos is as strong as him?"
"Probably. But Seattle|Boy has some character flaws." When he said this. The old drunkard's expression became serious.
"defect?"
wrong. That kid is usually pretty cute. But when the obsession with victory becomes intense, it becomes crazy and unreasonable. I'm afraid that even my relatives can kill me. It was because he accidentally killed several adventurers in the arena competition. That's why he was tolerated by other adventurers. Join the League of the Fallen. "
"Then he participates in the competition. Aren't other adventurers dangerous? I rolled my eyes. What kind of teacher does he teach? What kind of disciple does he teach?"
"Don't worry. I'm still here, right? As a master, he will still listen to me. Hahahaha" the old drunkard laughed optimistically. certainly. There is some credibility to what she said. I seriously doubt it. It would be safer to place our hopes on those angels.
"Besides these three guys. Are there any other strong enemies?"
"Hmph. If I have to say it, she is a stinky girl. She can understand the power of the state of mind in that way and come back. She is also a half-master. But compared to Carlos and the others, it is still a little worse. The state of mind and hypocrisy. The fields and realms are incomparable."
Speaking of which. The old ghost has a meal. Although she sounds like a stinky girl, you can tell. She still cares about her sister's competition.
"That stinky girl has a stinky and tough character. Now she is fighting against a master in the pseudo-field. It may be a little early for her." He said this. The old drunkard looked at me inexplicably.
"To be honest. I'm willing to start. That stinky girl will confront you."
"What do you mean?" It means that I am really bad. Not as good as Carlos and the other three. I just gave it to my sister to practice with. Or does it have another meaning?
"Hahaha. Because of that, interesting things will happen." The old drunkard seemed to have thought of something. burst out laughing
"Go, go, go. Don't act like you know me very well. Do you know what will happen then?" I just looked at her with disdain.
"Of course I know. You two are just fans of the authorities." The old drunkard smiled mysteriously. It seems that he doesn't want to talk any more. Dropped the topic.
"Another thing you should pay attention to is the old man Muradin."
"Pfft, does that old man really mean to compete?" I didn't take a breath. Squirted out.
"Then what can be done? That old man does belong to the first world in terms of strength." The old drunkard shrugged. The look on his face was also very disdainful.
"People have no shame. No one has any." The two of us sighed at the same time.
"Although the old man Muradin was bound by the identity of the Dwarf King in the past, his strength is not very good. He has not reached the realm of the pseudo-realm, but you should be careful. It is a special profession of the dwarves. Dwarf Titan Warrior. You have also seen it. Exceed his power."
"That's right. The special profession is really scary. That thunder hammer. Even in the state of a blood bear, I'm not sure I can catch it."
"But the dwarf profession has always been characterized by great power and slow speed. You just need to be careful. There should be no problem in dealing with him." The old drunkard nodded. A fair assessment.
"There is another thing worth paying attention to. Hadamas, the seed player of the werewolf tribe. It is said that he is also a special profession. Although he is only at the fifth level, his explosive strength should not be underestimated. Don't let the boat capsize in the gutter."
"Don't worry about this. I have fought against him before. I am familiar with his tricks." I said there was no pressure to deal with Hadamas. Please rest assured the people of the motherland.
"That's good."
The old drunkard and I were muttering. soon. Just | arrived at Sister Sharna.
She held a bow with one hand. Finger flicks on the bow string - once. The bowstring just followed her will. It makes a pleasant buzzing sound. Looking from a distance. It's like the good man and the bow merge into one. People are bows. The bow is just like a human being and needs to move a little bit. This "bow" can sound immediately. A shocking blow. Although there are many people around. Coming and going. But there was a large empty space next to my sister. It's like a plate that belongs to her. No adventurer dared to come close. That is an adventurer who has experienced life and death for a long time. Instinct detection and avoidance of danger.
"This stinky girl is starting to show off some of her strength."
Kasha said with some envy. On strength. She is certainly stronger than Sharna. But compared to Sharna. But she is already old. With that spirit that shocked everyone.
There was a "whoosh" sound. Bystanders didn't even see clearly what happened. The old drunkard already had an arrow between his fingers.
"Stinky girl. She's learning how to use a gun and dance a bow even before her breasts are weaned off. Aren't you afraid of getting out of hand?" When the two mother and daughter meet, they will inevitably quarrel.
"elder sister……"
I shouted in surprise. Leave the old drunkard behind and go up.
"Brother, why are you here? Just take a look at a game like this. There is no need to come here."
My sister ignores the presence of others. I went my own way and hugged me. Delicate and elastic face. Rub it on my face a few times comfortably. |The familiar fragrance of orchid enters the nose lightly. I almost couldn't bear to leave.
"You can't stay in a female college."
Kasha saw that she was ignored by Huali. He couldn't help but murmured sourly. Suddenly I thought of Yaluo. The eyes couldn't help but become more complicated.
"I've been looking forward to seeing my sister in battle day and night." He reluctantly left his sister's arms. I said hopefully.
"Really? If so. Then take a good look."
My sister looked at me. A warm and confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Spread your golden straight hair. Set off against that extremely beautiful and extremely white face. It vents a beauty that makes people unable to open their eyes.
Sister Sharna’s beauty. Like the sun. Very eye-catching. It's impossible to look straight at it.
"Here. Take it."
After gently lifting the long cloth-like hair away. My sister handed me a golden hairband with a little old color. Then sit on it. Patting the grass behind her.
"Brother. Help me with my hair."
Said so. She was sitting on the grass. Put your hands on your thighs. Close your eyes gently. There is a smile on the lips. A quiet and strict temperament emerged spontaneously.
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I responded stupidly. Sitting behind my sister. Clumsily, she tied up her sister's hair with a hairband. But it's the first time after all. No matter how you close it. Those naughty hairs will slip through your fingers. It's so smooth and soft that you can't even hold it. Feeling like a head of bright golden hair. It was almost ruined by my own hands.
