Diablo Destruction

Moissa is not someone who gives in easily. Turning the tables is one of her few hobbies. Otherwise, she would not have risked her life by hiring someone to investigate the sewers. So after staying for a while, she didn’t know what to do. Thinking of something, I suddenly jumped up from the bed, put on my hat and scarf, lifted up my clothes and turned around, looked at myself, made sure I was dressed correctly, and set off.

"What is this little guy planning?"

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, I saw Moissa's little figure passing quickly through the yard.

Do you want to sneak out to get some food?

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

As if she had read through my thoughts, my sister said confidently, even though we had only been together for less than a day, why could she use a decisive tone as if she had already figured out Moissa's thoughts? After all, I have been with Moissa for several times. Master of the Moon, why do you have an irrefutable sense of agreement with your sister's judgment? Is it true that only women can truly understand women?

I turned around unwillingly, and saw the culprit who stirred up Moissa, my sister, lying on the large and comfortable wicker chair in a sexy posture as if nothing had happened, with her ten little toes raised casually, exuding The suffocating white and slender halo, as if the jade fingers have never been touched by spring water, are flipping through a magazine similar to a women's fashion weekly with elegant movements, and a half-smile appears on the soft and beautiful face of an elf. At the corner of her mouth, her cold and arrogant sea-blue eyes made her noble aura that kept strangers away from her even more intense.

Many people may wonder about the magazine in her hand. In fact, this kind of thing can often be seen in adventurer bars. Adventurers can flip through it at will when they are bored. If necessary, the bar owner can make a copy for you. Just because paper is expensive, the cost of this procedure is expensive. However, this amount of money is nothing to me who has the consciousness of being a nouveau riche, so I will habitually ask for a portion of it every time I go to a pub, and thus I have accumulated a thick stack.

Of course, the content inside cannot be an introduction to food and accessories, but rather some rumors and gossip about the possibility of adventurers, such as which team is doing well, which area has a sudden increase in the number of monsters, etc. , and one thing that is absolutely indispensable for adventurers who like to gossip. That is the strength ranking among Lu Gaoyin's various adventure teams. Although the ranking method is unfair, many adventurers sneer at it and treat it as a joke. However, few people dare to question the person at the top. There is no doubt that this person is Sister Sharna sitting in front of me.

As for my message, I paid attention to it with some curiosity, because the ranking methods of each adventurer bar are different. So I was probably floating between 2-8, looking at a lonely string of brief data on the ranking list - one of the three heroes of Lu Gaoyin, a mysterious and powerful shape-shifting Druid, wearing a black cloak and wearing a Blue Excellence Helmet. No one knows his appearance or name so far. It really made me enjoy the feeling of being at a high place. Having said that, if I pretended to be a passerby and sold my information to the tavern, I don’t know how much it would be worth?

And another identity. That is to say, priests, of course, cannot appear in the rankings. No matter how much they admire and admire this profession that has been lost for many years, no one will think that a priest has strong attack power - at the same level, a priest may not even have a mercenary level. This concept that no adventurer can win has been quoted in countless heroic novels and has been regarded as a law. Perhaps this is indeed the case. After looking at the skill tree of Little Ghost, I have a fairly complete understanding of the damage output ability of the priest.

"It seems like dinner won't be peaceful either."

Looking at the little white figure going away, I groaned feebly beforehand, stretched lazily to my own place on the wicker chair and lay down, holding my sister's petite body in my arms.

"You're just asking for trouble."

Sharna put down the magazine in her hand leisurely, hugged it with her backhand, and raised her chin. But found that the other party was already asleep. An Ran's breathing gently brushed her eyes. Itchingly, a smile couldn't help but appear at the corners of her cold mouth, and she closed her eyes one after another.

"Forget it, it's not bad to take a nap. There aren't many days like this..."

On the other side, Moissa, who was preparing to launch the "Last Holy War" during dinner, was patrolling the street with firm eyes and full of confidence. Her eyes did not deliberately stop at the shops frequented by adventurers. After walking for a while, she arrived at Stopped in front of a tailor shop.

Moissa looked around guiltily. If she pulled off the gauze, she would definitely see her little face that was gradually turning red. Unfortunately, the people around her didn't have such good eyesight. Unless they had clairvoyance, their sight would be limited at best. She can only stay at her small but exquisite figure. In fact, most of the men along the way are also like this. Moissa's figure cannot be described as plump, and it is not even well developed, but it can be called Lu. How many women can match the proportions and coordination of Gao Yin's flower?

Moissa, who is very rough in some aspects, did not realize that she was being stared at by countless scorching eyes. If it were not for the mercenary level strength she showed, I am afraid that a pretentious man would have walked up to talk to her. She checked her surroundings again and again. After she had no acquaintance, she swooped into the tailor shop like a clever little squirrel. After about half an hour, she walked out again. It seemed that she was ready. She held a bag of things in her arms and went to the tailor shop. Walking back - you can imagine her mood swings at this moment. As a mercenary, there is no need for her to hold things in her hands...

When passing by the yard, I "inadvertently" shifted my gaze and saw the two people through the glass, leaning against each other like a litter of newborn kittens, their sleeping faces extremely happy.

"snort--"

Her nose twitched slightly, and her beautiful right foot wearing pink princess shoes made a high arc and suddenly fell on an innocent big tree branch nearby.

"Buzz--" The big tree trembled violently, and even the newly sprouted young leaves rustled down.

"Buzz buzz-"

She kicked five or six times in succession like a combo, until the area where she was kicked was obviously dented, and the ground was covered with a layer of fresh green leaves. Then she stopped in relief, her expression changed from beginning to end. No changes have occurred. He walked through the yard with a straight face as if nothing had happened.

I have to say that the other victim of the accident, the seemingly flashy princess shoes, were quite durable...

After returning to her little nest, Moissa threw the things in her arms on the bed, then picked up the mirror, and kept looking at the mirror like this for the rest of the afternoon, as if she was casting some terrifying curse. , what conspiracy is she planning in her heart? What useful (?) knowledge did she learn from the books, and what terrible (?) situation would happen during the dinner? No one except her could have predicted...

When I woke up hazily, it was already evening, and the sleepy sunset gradually sank from the treetops. The surrounding scene was shrouded in darkness, and the wind was quietly rising in the desert at dusk. But it felt very warm. When I lowered my head, I saw that my sister was sleeping tightly in her arms. Her soft sleeping posture looked like a kitten, if you look at it this way. It is impossible to imagine that she is the cold and arrogant Queen Lu Gaoyin.

I stood up gently, but my sister, who was usually more vigilant than a cheetah, was surprisingly not awakened. However, the warmth next to me disappeared, causing her to beep a few times. Feeling cold and lonely, I curled up even tighter, and I couldn't help but smile. I never thought that my sister's sleeping face would be so cute, and I started to envy Kasha a little. She must have seen such beautiful scenes often before.

He carefully took out a blanket and wrapped her up, then stood up straight and stretched his waist and shoulders. Inadvertently, he discovered that several magic lights had been lit in the dark corridor. There seemed to be some movement in the kitchen. Counting the time, it seemed that Moissa was preparing dinner.

I walked gently toward the kitchen, thinking that it would be great if I could nip Moissa's little plan in the cradle. Maybe if my sister is happy, she will be merciful and reward her. Give her some leftovers...

Soft magical light spreads in the corridor, and the wooden floor stepped on by bare feet still exudes the residual warmth of the sun. It makes the time and space of the entire corridor seem to be delayed compared to the outside. The desert morning and evening are the most beautiful moments in the desert at this time. There is no excessive enthusiasm during the day, nor is it as violent and dry as the night. It is as if you are sitting next to a bonfire at night, flicking the scarlet charcoal fire with branches, and taking a sip of fragrant hot milk tea from time to time, which is warm but not burning. , will only make people feel comfortable and want to have a good sleep.

But now I am in a foreign country, walking in an architectural style full of Western style. The sunset with a hint of residual warmth and the somewhat deserted magic lamp reflect each other, sprinkling a golden color on the wall corridor, and the window is quiet and hazy. Surrounded by the peaceful atmosphere, it gave me a dreamlike feeling. Although I am not a literati, it does not affect my intoxicated mood at the moment. Yes, if the forbidden door had not been opened, the scenery should have been like this Peaceful and quiet beauty.

The bright lights in the kitchen broke the hazy beauty, forcing me to squint my eyes. In the haze, Moissa's petite figure still stood upright in the same position at noon, with the flat chair at noon resting under her feet. Doing the same thing as at noon, that cutting board..., yes, it turns out that is the case. Isn't it a matter of course for a wealthy family to prepare hundreds of spare cutting boards?

Then, things in my eyes gradually became clearer, gradually..., gradually...

"boom--"

In an instant, the earth trembled, the sun roared, the galaxy was shocked, and the universe exploded...

Standing still at the door, I was completely stunned by the scene in front of me. My consciousness stopped, my brain shut down, and my whole body was petrified. Only my nose was still faithfully flowing with bright red liquid.

(The little ghost in the necklace knelt down on the ground helplessly at this moment, muttering with a pale face: "So...it turns out there is still this trick. Sure enough, there are mountains beyond the mountains. I...I lost, and I am convinced that I lost." ...")

In the bright kitchen, Moissa's back with her back facing away gave off a faint halo, as if it were a delicate glass art piece that was shocking. The snowy skin without a trace of wrinkles revealed the delicate luster only found in high-grade silk satin. The soft curve of the back is as if it has been made by magic. Any addition or missing will make people feel extremely regretful. From the shoulders to the bottom, the petite buttocks that are not yet mature and are tilted due to the upright posture are also so charming. The most important thing is that she is naked down there. That clean pink slit, ahem... I couldn't look at it any longer. I forced my gaze down, and there was still a long, snow-white, alluring calf...

What I saw before my eyes was Moissa, wearing only a cute apron. This was simply...

I stared blankly at Moissa, who looked as if nothing had happened. The shock was so shocking that even his voice trembled slightly.

"You...where did you learn this...didn't I tell you...to stop reading those strange books? If you say this, I...I..."

"I...?" Sakura lips parted slightly. She seemed to be puzzled by my unfinished words, and I felt Morissa's eyes become confused.

"I...my spirit...soul..."

"Spirit...soul...?" The voice became more confused.

"My soul is about to explode..." I had an erection and was about to become a Super Saiyan.

"Blast your head off."

It was as if a kick from the void intercepted my words in mid-air, and my sight lengthened. It became blurry... It felt like my body passed through many obstacles in an instant, and finally was embedded in some hard object...

Sharna's tall figure appeared behind the door, looking at Morissa with hostile eyes, her brows twitching fiercely, as if she couldn't believe the scene in front of her. There was no doubt that it made someone smash the bamboo with overwhelming force. Several kitchen utensils, and finally a foot firmly embedded in the wall. It was from her.

"Dear... dear..., Lord..., Master..."

Moissa ignored Sharna's murderous gaze. She trotted forward, dragged me out of the wall and placed me on the ground. She rested her head on her lap and held my hands tightly.

"Are you okay, Master!?"

"No~it's okay..."

I responded weakly. I can clearly feel the gentle touch under my head. And looking up from this angle, the breasts were originally less than the size of steamed buns. It seems to have become more impressive...

"Excellent, Master, from now on, your most loyal and lovely Moissa will serve you well. For the rest of your life, 'two people' will be together, staying away from all wars and hatreds, and staying away from all 'superfluous' people. Create a world that only belongs to the 'two of us'."

What touching words. If the expression could be a little richer and the tone less cold..., ehhhh-? Having said that, this line seems a bit familiar. I seem to have seen it in some hero novel. Am I overthinking it?

"well……"

I couldn't think too much about this situation. I could only nod my head excitedly, feeling even weaker. Could this be the legendary true.end?

At this time, something happened that shocked me even more.

Moissa, who was originally silent, suddenly bit her bright red lips hard, and a blush quickly spread across her face. It was so fast that I couldn't tell the truth. Would she show shy feelings? Just kidding, I immediately attributed it to my own illusion, but it is undeniable that Moissa's current appearance must be that she is trying hard to suppress some feelings in her heart.

However, everything had just begun. She quietly took a few deep breaths, and then...

Shake... shake...

The corners of the lips trembled, pulling..., and pulling..., slowly pulling them apart in a slow-motion camera.

Time seemed to be slowed down hundreds of times. I looked at her without blinking, watching the corners of her lips slowly...slowly pulling apart, and gradually...the corners of her lips seemed to gradually become concave. , a small dimple appears seemingly absent, this feeling of uncertainty is gradually expanding with the constant trembling and pulling of the corners of the mouth, and is finally confirmed.

Moissa, who was constantly struggling with giving up and working hard, seemed to have spent a whole century, constantly working hard, giving up, and mustering up courage, and finally the corners of her mouth curved into a weird arc.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped. Staring at that arc, it was so stiff, even a weird smile, with no matching eyes and no manner to modify it. Why was this infinite emotion jumping out of my heart? My heart was so violent that it felt like it was about to jump. It's like coming out, I can't breathe. Those little dimples and crooked curves constitute everything in my mind...

When I came back to my senses, Moissa's face still had a numb expression. Was everything just a dream? No, no, the trace of blush remaining on her face made me think. That scene could never be a dream. The real feeling still fills my heart and I can never forget it.

"You guys seem to be getting along quite happily."

The pillow under his head was empty before he could react. Then something hard object stepped on me, and my body seemed to... sink into the ground.

It seems that my sister is really angry. I hope she won't get a concussion.

With only half of her head exposed on the ground, I saw my sister carrying her like a kitten. He grabbed Marissa's neck and twisted her out, and then there was the sound of the door opening, the sound of an object falling to the ground, and the sound of the door closing, all in one go. As expected, she was indeed a battle-experienced warrior.

"Be conscious, don't use magic, and climb to the top of the building with your bare hands. Just sleep there wearing these clothes from now on."

My sister's faintly angry voice made me feel a surge of joy when I saw the normally steady adults showing dumbfounded expressions after a successful prank.

The sound of treading footsteps came back and gradually approached. I pulled half of my head out of the ground, but instead of standing up, I turned over and lay lazily on the floor.

"Be happy."

Just turned over. I saw my sister standing next to me. He bent down his beautiful figure and narrowed his eyes slightly to look at me. Extremely dangerous signals were emitting from his whole body.

It’s not good. I judged instantly. If I don’t give a good answer later, I can’t get over it with the injury just now. U-shaped hoop, V-shaped kill, no matter what it is, it will be a nightmare that I can’t get rid of.

"I couldn't have expected this kind of thing. Who would have thought..." He explained awkwardly, and the scene just now flashed through his mind. The nosebleed that had finally stopped started to flow back again. Looking at the face of his sister that was gradually approaching, Smiling face, how dare I continue to think about it, I shook my head quickly.

"No, no, that kind of thing is really obscene and shameless. As a new generation of educated, thoughtful and ambitious career changers, we should resolutely put an end to it, resist it with all our strength, and create a healthy and harmonious new life for future newcomers. The world is right.”

Seeing my funny explanation in a hurry, Sister Sharna couldn't help but smile, her eyes blurred, showing the color of memories.

"Really, it really hasn't changed at all. Do you remember the first time we met?"

My mind instantly recalled that two years ago, that archery field, that rookie archer who knew nothing about the world. I couldn't help but blush. It might be a warm memory for my sister, but as a clown, I undoubtedly can't wait to remember it every time. Hit the wall.

The cold little hands fell on my cheeks. My sister knelt down and gently stroked my dusty hair and face with a gentle look on her face.

"Does it still hurt?"

"If it hurts, you will definitely hit me again."

I looked over pitifully, and to be honest, it didn't hurt at all. Although those two feet seemed to be extremely lethal, my control over the strength had reached a level that an ordinary adventurer could not imagine. My sister, my gentle sister, and How could you be willing to let me get hurt?

"Of course. If you can't even withstand this attack, you might as well go back to Rogge to farm, so you don't have to worry." He glared back at me and continued.

"I just didn't expect that that little guy would do this to me. It's really a bit..." He looked like he had a headache.

Haha, Moissa is proud to be able to show such frustration to her sister. In a sense, she has already won a small game tonight.

However, my gain is not bad. I can see Moissa trying hard to change herself. Although her smile is still very stiff, in my opinion, the way she works hard is more moving than any smile.

"I always feel..." I muttered to myself while lying on the floor.

“I feel like ‘my daughter has finally grown up’!!”

"Hmm, although it looks a bit ugly, I did work hard. This is worthy of praise. I am barely qualified to be my brother's maid." My sister raised her brows, seeming to understand my inner feelings at the moment, but what happened next One sentence immediately brought it back to its original form.

"It's just too presumptuous, without a sense of etiquette and shame."

"Speaking of which." I turned my head and looked at the half-processed ingredients on the cutting board.

"Sister..., can you cook?"

"Barbecue..." he replied without hesitation, then looked at the tools left and right, weighed them, and added a few words: "And stew soup."

"What a coincidence, I happen to be able to do these two things." I scratched my head and smiled bitterly.

Barbecued meat and stewed meat soup are two dishes that adventurers call two sacred foods, but the taste...