Little one, get up, otherwise little Lulu won’t give us food. " He left the little ghost's fragrant lips and patted her elastic butt.
I clicked my bright red lips, like a puppy that hasn't had enough to eat, showing an expression of attachment and regret. The little ghost raised its head slightly, but still didn't leave my body.
"Yes, little Velas is in charge of our three meals a day. If we don't obey, we won't be given food." She showed a sad expression of being wronged, as if she was barely living under the oppression of the cruel head wife. Like a concubine.
"Hey, Master, I can't protect you anymore. Little Lulu has taken charge of all the family's finances, and now I'm just a puppet." I sadly wiped away my tears and sang an oboe with the little ghost.
"You guys..."
The honest and lovely Weiss half-touched her little face with her fingers in confusion. Under the teasing between me and the little ghost, she didn’t know what expression to show.
"Okay, if you keep talking, you'll really have nothing to eat."
Seeing that Vilas was in trouble, I couldn't bear to tease her anymore. Seeing that the little ghost refused to leave me, I simply hugged her and sat up.
"Little follower." I pinched her cheek and cursed with a smile.
"It is an honor for me, the Saint, to be with you. You ignorant mortal, please shed tears of gratitude and swear allegiance to me."
As a little ghost of a saint. But he said things that only a devil could say. I really don’t know how to complain.
Holding the little ghost in my arms. Walking back with Weiss. Not even close to the tent yet. Then I heard the loud noise coming from inside.
"What happened?" I looked at Vilas with confusion.
"This...haha-" Vilas continued her signature style. Holding her cheek slightly cutely. He laughed a few times in confusion. Then he sighed deeply.
Open the tent door. I immediately understood what was going on.
Largo and Goff. He was making a lot of noise inside looking drunk. Each stood on a chair with one leg. He put the dishes on the table up to his nose and performed acrobatics. That body shape is crooked. Vegetable juice splashed everywhere. It's about to fall off at any time.
Saying they are sea lions really slanders sea lions.
Poor Sarah took this and started playing tricks on the other side, walking back and forth doing useless exercises, while Princess Sanwu sat calmly in a corner, moved her precious teapot and teacup over and looked at her expressionlessly. Sitting there, taking a sip from time to time, it exudes an aura of isolation.
No, it's not about isolation from the world, it's about escaping reality. Go over there and help Sarah, you idiot.
"It's just... like this, hahaha——"
Verasci, who came in from behind, smiled bitterly and sighed helplessly.
Needless to say, these three guys must have been in high spirits and drunk when they went out to brag early in the morning.
"Ahem, it's really—"
Vilas wailed softly and waved Jade's little hand gently, and the dish that was held on the noses of Lal and the other two people suddenly flew up out of thin air and landed steadily on the table.
At this time, the thunder mage's telekinesis is indeed the most convenient.
Seeing Willas come back, Sarah also breathed a sigh of relief and I showed an embarrassed and beautiful smile. No wonder, with such a father, I would also feel very embarrassed.
Lal and the three others wanted to continue playing their sea lion game, but Xiaoxue and the others had already appeared one by one and grabbed them by the collar and dragged them out.
Aunt Lisa, who just came out of the kitchen, smiled and patted Xiaoxue on the head: "If you do well, Xiaoxue is great. Come, this is your reward."
As he said that, he brought out hot dishes that were twice the size of the basin from the kitchen, placed them in front of Xiaoxue and the others, and then turned to Sarah.
"Sarah, prepare three dog-feeding plates for me, put yesterday's leftovers on them and place them outside the door. By the way, do you want to build three dog kennels outside?"
Aunt Lisa made a terrible decision with a gentle smile on her face. At this time, I was just glad that Sarah was not infected with her sinister attributes.
…
Soon, the scheduled three days of rest quietly passed by the fingertips. Tens of thousands of adventurers who had adjusted their mood once again came to the competition arena with high enthusiasm, while discussing the countless things that had been spread in the past three days. Gossip version, while looking forward to the semi-finals.
We contestants are walking leisurely on the way to the competition space with Akara and the others, me, Sister Sharna, Carlos, and Seattle.
Although Sister Sharna is an Amazon and Seattle is a barbarian, and they are the leaders of the Alliance of the Fallen with Carlos, in the eyes of outsiders, they are all part of the alliance, so this game can be said to be the best for the alliance. It’s no wonder that Akara’s mouth was closed early in the morning. For her, no matter who wins the final game, it is a victory for the entire Adventurer Alliance.
The representatives of the other four tribes seemed a little uninterested. Although they knew that the alliance was powerful, such a result still made them depressed.
Especially the elves, the top eight Yaluo turned out to be an elf, which was originally an unexpected surprise for them, but before they had time to taste this joy, disasters followed one after another - Yaluo not only lost, but also the elves A precious high elf was also lost. No, the gray beard of Elder Leiden, who was walking in front of the elves, seemed to be a bit sad.
Muradin on the other side was not much better. He was crestfallen. He seemed to have no strength to open his eyelids. Chris, the fake smile prince, also had a somewhat forced smile. Lucia, the little fox, was in good spirits. Seeing me Looking at her, she did not forget to give her a look that was three points arrogant and seven points charming.
Then I spotted a very annoying person.
The old drunkard, in the midst of a joyous atmosphere throughout the alliance, was alone there praying for something with a frown on his face.
"Why are you looking so dead? Did you teach Sister Sharna a lesson three days ago?" I asked as I approached.
Sure enough, when he was so excited, the old drunkard jumped up angrily: "Am I going to lose to that stinky girl? What a big joke. Do you want me to describe how that stinky girl went back crying after I stepped on it? What does it look like?”
"Then why do you look like a dead person? What are you praying for?"
After a pause, the old drunkard told me seriously: "I'm expecting that stinky girl to lose in the semi-finals."
"..."
No matter how subtle your mother-daughter relationship is, it doesn't have to go to this level.
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With an expression that said nothing, the old drunkard patted my shoulder earnestly, raised his eyes and sounded sad and sad: "Boy, you are still young and don't understand the cruelty of the adult world. I..."
When he said this, tears flashed from the corners of his eyes, as if he had really experienced some cruel adult experience in the past few days, and he continued.
"I've already bet my last ten silver coins. If the stinky girl doesn't lose this time, I will chase the debts from those bar owners to the ends of the earth. The world of adults is really cruel..."
"..."
I am now thinking that if Sister Sharna wins, I will tie her up before she runs away and sell her to the angry bar owners for 1 gold coin. At least I will give her the money she borrowed from me some time ago. Let’s get the money back with interest.
My sister's support rate is very high. Talking about the odds of the semi-finals, even the odds of the finals, if I buy her to lose and win the lottery, it will immediately increase tenfold. If it weren't for my sister, even I would be a little bit disappointed. Bet a big one to be tempted by the excitement.
Amidst the whispering prayers of the old drunkard, we came to the competition ring. In the special seat, with the announcement of the angel referee, and the crowd cheering, my sister Sharna, the paladin Carlos, the barbarian Seattle, one by one Stepped into the ring.
It’s still the old rule, decided by drawing lots.
The old drunkard was holding a wooden box in his hand, staring at his sister closely with the green eyes of a skinny wolf who had been starving for half a month, which made the four of us who were familiar with her character couldn't help but feel cruel. I shivered hard.
Having said that, I just remembered that the four of us who entered the semi-finals seemed to have been taught by this guy. At least put away that hungry look and show me a more serious and proud expression, you bastard.
Kasha has been chased by the bar owner for the past three days and has not dared to return home. Now he looks weak and bows like the audience around him.
"Ahem, I'm very grateful to everyone for buying Erna the winner. Thanks to this blessing, I..."
"Why don't we start quickly, Ka! Xia! Chang! Lao!" He interrupted word by word with gritted teeth from behind.
"Ahem, okay... okay, then I announce that the semi-finals signing ceremony has officially begun."
Kasha, who realized that he had made a mistake, saw Akara's smiling eyes coming from the special seat, couldn't help but shuddered, and quickly changed his words.
"You're the guy who showed up at my door. You should smoke it first.
"
As he said that, he handed the wooden box in front of me, watched me put my hand inside, stared at my hand closely, and kept mumbling something in his mouth as if chanting sutras, which made my hair stand on end.
Pulling out the tactile pick, I straightened it up and looked at it. I felt as if I had been cursed by something, and my whole body became cold. T***, it turned out to be pick No. 3 again.
From the top 16 to now, I seem to have an indissoluble bond with this No. 3 pick.
Then Carlos, under the gaze of countless pairs of nervous eyes, slowly drew out the lot.
It was No. 1, and I was immediately disappointed. My most ideal wish was for him to get the No. 4 pick and resolve the resentment in my heart in the semi-finals. As for the finals, although it was still possible to face my sister, at this time The ostrich mentality is necessary, just delay it for a while.
Then, I started praying for Seattle to draw the fourth pick. This result is not bad for me who has the aura of tragedy and the title of the only designated heir to the tragedy emperor. Just think of it as a big circle to reach the final goal. .
When Seattle's stick was drawn out, my face suddenly turned pale green, which was even more exaggerated than being bitten by a poisonous flower vine.
If I'm not dazzled, the pick in Seattle's hands should be the No. 2 pick.
When Seatik showed his pick, for the first time, I hated the damn sharp eyes of Druid so much, which made me enjoy the tragic pleasure a few seconds in advance.
There is no doubt that the remaining No. 4 pick belongs to my sister. The semi-finals were divided into groups. The first game was between Carlos and Seattle, and the second game was between me and my sister Sharna.
What a tragedy. Did all my luck run out in the previous games?
My sister took out the last No. 4 lottery without any question. Then, the old drunkard with the empty box in his hand suddenly let out an excited scream and looked at it with eyes that were so exaggerated that they almost turned into the shape of gold coins. The two of us acted like we wanted this result.
What on earth is this bastard thinking about and why is he so happy? Is it rare that she thinks Sister Sharna will lose? This is absolutely impossible, because I... can't raise a weapon against Sister Sharna at all.
I sighed in frustration, but the sister on the side came over, shook the No. 4 lottery in her hand, looked at me with a dejected look, and couldn't help but smile across the corner of my mouth: "I didn't expect that we would touch each other so quickly. Come on, brother."
"Yeah, what an unexpected result, alas..." I held the No. 3 pick in my hand, wishing I could use my great move to trade with Seattle's No. 2 pick.
My sister seemed to enjoy my distress. A doting and gentle look flashed across her eternal iceberg eyes: "Don't worry, let's take a look at the wonderful duel in front of us first."
As she said that, she looked at Carlos and Seattle. She had already seen that these two people had the strength of the pseudo-realm. This battle would definitely be earth-shattering.
Seattle, who had drawn the second pick, was already yelling excitedly. His eyes were staring at Carlos like they were on fire. His undying fighting spirit drove the air around him, even standing there. You can feel your skin being burned by hot steam from dozens of meters away.
Seeing that Seattlek was so excited that he was ready to move into the pseudo-realm, I couldn't help but open it immediately and have a good fight. I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh.
If this guy were to participate in any sports competition in the original world, he would definitely be considered to have been injected with doping and be dragged out and disqualified, oh, except for the national football team.
On the other hand, Carlos, facing Seattle's destructive fighting spirit, still looked like he was neither salty nor indifferent, with his hands clenched on his chest, his eyes calm, and his cold expression with absolute confidence, which could make anyone In the Korean drama "Kimchi", the handsome young man committed suicide by jumping off a building out of shame.
Under the leadership of the old drunkard who was humming a tune, the three of us stepped out of the ring and gave up the battlefield to two people.
The first game of the semi-finals, Carlos vs. Seattle, is about to begin! !
