"What, why don't you stop it?" Back to Raphael's tent, I drank tea calmly, while Raphael and I watched the thunderclouds rolling outside the camp, filled with murderous intent, above the dark clouds , as if two giant dragons were biting each other, sending out trembling energy fluctuations from time to time.
I think that as the elder of the camp, Raphael should take the initiative to sacrifice himself at this time, even if he dies, he must stop the duel between those two people. Isn't this kind of realization beautiful? How could a passionate knight novel lack such a supporting character that makes people cry?
"I've been suffering from back pain recently and can't walk anymore. I'll leave this important task to you, Xiao Wu."
Raphael, who had just carried the tea table out of the door neatly, set out the teapot and cups, made hot water, and prepared pastries, suddenly seemed to have aged five hundred years, and he thumped his waist ecstatically.
"Just kidding, Master Raphael, you are in your prime, it is time to make immortal contributions." I chuckled and reached for the last piece of pastry.
"Hey, look for a fight." Suddenly, there was a tap on the back of his hand, and the pastry that was about to fall into Wuzhishan also disappeared from the plate. Raphael could be seen chewing something with his cheeks bulging, while giving a vague lesson. .
"I can't help but beat him to death...Okachi is so big..."
Sorry, I really can't translate this.
The battle between two worldly powers...
Squinting his eyes, his gaze fell on the far side of the camp, at the center of the storm that was sweeping in energy.
This should be the first time that I watch two such strong men fight as a bystander. Moreover, the two of them have the same profession, and even the moves and skills they are good at are very similar. It will definitely be a battle of wits and courage. There was a fierce battle, and I really wanted to get closer and take a look.
But no, based on my understanding of the old drunkard, if that shameless old woman found out that I was close, she would shamelessly involve me and use me as a shield to make Sister Sharna take offense.
Of course, I won't sit still and wait for death. I might as well go back and have a fight with the old drunkard to see if he can beat me to the ground and stab me in the head with a spear like before.
But in that case, he would become a "monster" who robs Sister Sharna. No matter he wins or loses, he will be punished by Sister Sharna after he goes back, which is not worthwhile at all.
Therefore, it was better to watch the battle from a distance here. If the old drunkard had a hundred courages, she would not dare to bring the battle within the confines of the camp.
This battle, which terrified the entire camp, lasted for nearly an hour. Night was almost falling, and the terrifying energy storm in the sky stopped. Not long after, two figures came from a distance.
The old drunkard still looked like a wandering prodigal, carrying a gun in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. The red cloak behind his back had several big holes and was almost turned into a rag. His face was black and white, and his body was soft and soft. The scales are also in tatters.
However, Sister Sharna walking next to her was similar. The only difference between them was that the old drunkard was proud, while Sister Sharna had a dark face.
The results of the victory and defeat are clear at a glance. Although Sister Sharna has obtained the inheritance of the burgundy demon from her predecessor, it is not something that can be fully absorbed overnight. However, the old drunkard has already integrated all the skills in his body and may have recovered to Back then, when the burgundy demon had not yet fallen, and she had not yet become decadent, it was normal for Sister Sharna to be unable to win when she was seven or eight points strong.
In two or three years, the old drunkard may not be so cool.
"Let's go." Sister Sharna walked over directly, picked up my collar, and dragged me away.
"You brat, let's go drink tonight. I'll treat you." The old drunkard didn't forget to stimulate Sister Sharna again. He waved to me who was being dragged away and shouted loudly.
"Wait, you bastard, pay me back quickly!!!"
It's okay that she didn't say it, but as soon as she said it, I immediately remembered that this old woman who owed a lot of debt actually stuffed me with a lot of IOUs before leaving, causing me to almost be overwhelmed by the debt collection army formed by the bar owner. Well, the account has not been settled with her yet.
"Haha...ah hahahaha, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do tonight, so I won't go." After hearing this, the old drunkard shrank his neck, turned around and ran away with a guilty conscience.
This old drunkard, when he came to the third world, he was able to kill monsters and make money, and he didn't have to worry about food and drink, but he still wanted to default on his debts. This stinginess was so stinging that even Old Man Farah and Mu Aodonggua would see it. I will feel sorry for myself.
"You bastard, stop!" I watched the old drunkard slipping away with grief and anger. I wanted to rush forward and give this guy a heartfelt slap in the face on behalf of the poor creditors and bar owners all over the world.
After dragging me back, Sister Sharna still had a pretty face, which seemed to be covered with a layer of ice that lasted ten thousand years, and the air was filled with the depressing atmosphere of Her Majesty the Queen saying "I am very unhappy".
"Sister, please calm down." I played the role of Xiao Guizi and stood by to comfort her.
"Old woman Kasha, she must have been prepared in advance. She caught my sister by surprise, and she lost a small move because of her carelessness."
"Hmph!" Her Majesty the Queen snorted heavily, not satisfied with my comfort.
"How about I go find that old woman to fight one another and help sister regain your position?" When the consolation failed, I had a second plan in mind, straightened my body like a general waiting for the master's order, and took the initiative to ask for help.
"No." It was better not to say it. As soon as I said it, Sister Sharna exuded an even more unpleasant aura and stared at me closely. Her hands came over without any warning, squeezing and pulling on my cheeks.
"I want to be the first to defeat that old woman. Before I defeat that old woman, brother, you can't go, do you understand?"
"Purple...Purple, swing the other (yes...yes, obey)."
"Well, that's right." She nodded with satisfaction. The anger on Sister Sharna's face subsided slightly. She took her hand away from my face, clenched her fists, and stared above.
"You don't have to comfort me anymore. Winning is winning, losing is losing. My strength is still a little behind that old woman. While I am improving, she is also improving, and she is improving faster."
"That's because she is recovering her strength, but sister Sharna, you are honing and improving your strength. The situation is different."
I couldn't help but interject, how can these two be compared? If we compare strength to life, Sister Sharna is desperately trying to increase the upper limit of her life, while the old drunkard is trying to restore her life. The difficulty is not comparable at all.
"These are not reasons." Sister Sharna shook her head stubbornly and murmured to herself.
"Not strong enough. I'm not strong enough. I have to work harder. As long as you give me three years... no, two years is enough. I will definitely beat that old woman to the ground. If I can't even defeat this old woman, Why talk about defeating Andariel?"
As she said this, the aura emanating from her became increasingly lonely and cold, which made me feel distressed and uncomfortable.
"Sister Sharna, do you think there are no other important things besides improving your strength, defeating the old drunkard, and defeating Andariel?"
Before sister Sharna could react, I held her in my arms.
"Don't forget, you still have me. If I only think about improving my strength, I will be lonely."
She raised her head and looked at me blankly. After a moment, Sister Sharna, whose pretty face was covered with frost, finally showed signs of melting away and regaining warmth.
"There's really nothing I can do against you. If you're always so coquettish, I'll be troubled too." The corner of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint warm smile. Sister Sharna looked helpless as if she had absolutely nothing to do against me, and stretched out her hand on my hand. Stroking the head.
"However, you are right. If I ignore you, my brother, for the sake of old woman Kasha and Andariel, it will be my biggest failure and loss."
"That's it." I lowered my head happily, gently caressed Sister Sharna's pretty face, and rubbed my ears and temples together.
"What a coquettish guy. Because of this, I can't always leave you alone."
The fire of family affection and love rekindled in her heart, and the cold and ruthless aura lingering around Sharna finally melted away. At this time, she had a faint smile on her face, a strong maternal radiance emanating from her body, and a doting brother. There is no difference between ordinary sisters.
Seeing Sister Sharna like this, I feel relieved and happy from the bottom of my heart.
It's really dangerous. I should be the one who can't let go of my sister. She's just one step away from going to extremes again. Even so, she can concentrate more on martial arts and improve her strength faster. However, this way What is the difference between Sister Sharna and a killing beast?
What I want is the gentle and strong queen sister, so I must not let her fall to the extreme of a ruthless beast or a killing machine. Sister Sharna loves me so much and will definitely understand and tolerate my selfishness and capricious.
"Sister Sharna... you must remember these words, no matter where you are, you and I, and your dear brother, need to be taken care of and disciplined."
Gently rubbing Sister Sharna's pretty face, I murmured sincerely. My lips crossed, kissing and licking her pretty face, and finally slid down to that cold, aloof feeling. On my proud and inviolable lips, this is a treasure that belongs only to me.
"There's really...nothing you can do...such a...brother...you probably have to take care of...for the rest of your life."
She was a little out of breath after being kissed by me. Sister Sharna finished speaking intermittently, and then instantly took over the initiative and passed on the queen-like tenderness more actively and enthusiastically.
Hug and kiss each other, enjoying the warmth that can only be understood but cannot be expressed. In the end, I don’t know who is hugging whom, who is kissing whom, who is filled with happiness and sweetness first, closes his eyes first, and slowly falls asleep. , this is a night that is more intoxicating and satisfying than the fusion of sex.
Early the next morning, I was still half-asleep and hugged her into my arms. I suddenly woke up. Sister Sharna's body fragrance was still in my arms, but the beauty had disappeared.
Here it is again, is Sister Sharna a cat? How come I get up and leave silently every time.
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she walked out the door and saw Caroline walking towards her.
"Where's Sister Sharna?"
"Lady Sharna went to the training ground."
Sure enough, although she successfully stopped Sister Sharna from going to extremes last night, the arrogance in her heart still urged her to work harder all the time, wanting to surpass the old drunkard, defeat Andalil, and become the world's number one. 1. The Killing Queen of the Invincible Continent.
I can't lose, I can't let Sister Sharna down.
After rubbing my eyes hard, I told Carolie to prepare breakfast and lunch, quickly returned to the tent, washed up, and set off towards Lu Gaoyin's training ground.
Beansha is still there waiting for me as always. This silly little junior sister, as long as I don't speak, I'm afraid she will keep waiting like this every day.
I touched her head with emotion, clenched my fists, and shouted, "Come on, try harder." I don't know where the energy suddenly came from. Beansa also raised his fists high and said "Oh" with great momentum.
I am really blown away by the cuteness of this little junior sister.
After the training started for a while, sister Sharna suddenly appeared.
Growing up in the forest and grassland, as an Amazon, she prefers to use the training ground in the camp. But because Beansa and I made too much noise, I had to choose the larger and more complete training ground here in Lugoin. But I didn't expect that Sister Sharna, who was over there in the camp, also came over to watch my training.
At the beginning, I was a little embarrassed. After all, it was so embarrassing to be slapped around like a ball by my junior sister in front of my sister. But I got used to being beaten and beaten, and my eyes almost hallucinated like a grandma in heaven. , how can you care about your appearance?
He was beaten away by Biansha again, and this time he flew all the way backwards, and happened to arrive at the edge of the training ground, at the feet of Sister Sharna.
"Brother, do you...really plan to keep training like this?" Sister Sharna couldn't help but ask as she looked at me miserable.
"I can't help it, who made me stupid." Wiping the blood from the corners of my mouth and nose, I gave her a silly smile.
There is absolutely no way Sister Sharna can accept such training. It would be better to kill her if she is beaten like this.
Fortunately, having inherited the legacy of the burgundy demon, Sister Sharna will definitely have no shortage of ways to pass the intermediate level of World Power in the future. The same goes for Kaluge.
But I'm different. Even if Sister Sharna and Carol tell me the methods they know, I probably won't be able to copy them. At least I'm sure that even if I learn them, they won't be as effective as the current training.
Misfortune has come, but no one can deny that this is a very efficient method of training and improvement. Who can stimulate the recovery ability and anti-attack ability of the intermediate level to my current level in just one or two months? I don’t think so. Even Sister Sharna and Kaluge, or my king, may not be able to have such speed as me in the future.
The cosplay bear's rough-skinned body was born for this kind of training method, and others can't imitate it.
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