Diablo Destruction

"Little Lulu, what was your personality like when you were a child?"

Coming out of Lal's house, on the empty night path, Vilas seemed to be more relaxed. After putting aside her usual calm side, she jumped onto the wooden fence outside the path with some mischief, spread her hands, stood on tiptoes, The slender and graceful figure is like a nimble swallow.

The first time I met Vilas was about two years ago. She seemed to be only 17 years old at that time, which means she is not 19 years old now, not much older than Sarah. In the original world, girls of this age were the right ones. It’s the flowering season and the rainy season.

"Sir~~" Vilas said with a blushing face. She looked around and found no one around, so she breathed a sigh of relief. Forget it at home. It would be so embarrassing if others heard "Little Lulu" or something like that. ah.

"Me before~~" After a pause, Vilas began to recall: "Hmm~~, let me think about it, I only remember some things after I became sensible. I remember that I often washed clothes with Allura and went home to cook. Planting Morolo with grandma, and picking wild vegetables outside the village..."

Pointing his fingers, Vilas counted each item in detail. After all, it was nothing more than helping with housework. The answer was already obvious. Vilas's current personality was accumulated step by step since childhood, and she experienced everything. A daily routine without any mistakes, without even a single ripple. Although it sounds a bit boring, if you listen carefully, you may not be able to taste the warmth from this steady and slow pace.

She really has her style. I couldn't help but laugh at Willas' confused eyes. I just felt that such a peaceful pace should be the way to cultivate such a perfect little wife.

"Do you care about the changes in sister Sarah?" Vilas suddenly turned around and looked at me.

"Ha, it's a lie to say you don't care, but there's nothing you can do about it. This is growth that must be experienced, right? But speaking of it, I have some questions. I wonder if you noticed it, little Lulu?" I lowered my head and pondered, His eyes were full of doubts.

"About three years ago, when Sarah and I first met, she was about this height." I compared my chest a few inches down.

"But I compared it secretly just now..." As I said that, I moved my hand down another half inch and sighed.

"My little Sarah, it's been three years, but why has she become shorter?"

"That's unlikely. I think it's probably because you've grown taller, sir." Vilas covered her mouth in surprise.

"Well, it's not that I didn't expect this. I do feel like I'm a little taller recently, but it's a fact that Sarah hasn't grown up much."

"Wow~~" Vilas exclaimed worriedly. She didn't know how tall Sarah was three years ago, but recalling the first time she saw Sarah, she suddenly realized that it seemed to be nothing. Change. This is a fatal problem for a girl. Thinking of this, Vilas suddenly panicked.

"Adults, don't worry too much. I think it's because Sarah's sister's development age is a little later than that of ordinary girls, and there are other things. I remember some secret recipes passed down in the village. I will prepare the medicinal materials tomorrow and wait until Sarah can If my sister drinks it, she will definitely grow up soon."

"Ahem. You misunderstood me. I'm just a little confused. I don't mind. It doesn't matter whether Sarah can grow up or not. Forget about those ancestral secret recipes, so as not to ruin the body." I explained while coughing , if you have to say it. Except for the B cup, I like them all! !

By the way, Veras is between c and d, Little Ghost is above and below e, Sister Sharna is definitely above f, but when it comes to Big Mac, Chasi is undoubtedly the number one Rogge, and as for Sarah Well. Ahem. I'm not sure if she needs to wear it...

"Hmm..." she responded, but Vilas was obviously distracted. This is indeed an issue that has been ignored. They don’t understand the alternative ideas of me, a time-traveling otaku. In the eyes of most dark black people, women who are too short and have a “poor” figure are both flaws, so Vilas thinks that Sarah The problem La was facing now was very serious, and she began to wonder whether she should have a good talk with Sari tomorrow...

"careful."

Willas's body is very dexterous. Even in a state of absent-mindedness, she can still walk steadily on the fence. However, no matter how dexterous she is, she cannot predict what is in front of her. Unknowingly, she has reached the end of the fence, but He still took a step forward in a daze, and when he stepped into the air, his whole body suddenly fell forward.

Wuwu~~It was miserable. Looking at the ground that was gradually approaching, Vilas closed his eyes in mourning. The expected collision and pain did not appear. The force of leaning forward was relieved by another force, and then he was hugged. got up.

Vilas slowly opened her eyes, just in time to see the evil smile on my face: "My little Lulu, I haven't arrived home yet, why can't I wait to throw myself into my arms? Do you want her so much?"

"Eh-eh——?!!!"

Her face turned red all of a sudden, and Vilas found that she was being hugged in a shameful position, with two hot palms tightly grasping her sensitive buttocks, her thighs spread into a figure, and she subconsciously clamped them At the opponent's waist, both hands were hung on the neck and he was pulling down hard, as if he was trying to bury the opponent's face into his towering chest.

"Poof!!" As if a burst of hot smoke came out of her cheeks, Vilas turned her head a few times, and finally hung down softly.

"Hey - no, little Lulu, cheer up." I quickly hugged Veras, who was sliding down due to loss of strength, and gently patted her hot face in a dumbfounded way. It was such a thing that she fainted out of shyness. , I thought it could only happen in animations, but I didn’t expect that I could actually witness it with my own eyes...

On the third floor of the tomb, the lights in the netherworld gave off a cool color. Dozens of exiles floated past the corridor in a mighty manner, as if they were chasing something. In the corner of the dim corridor where they had just passed, there was something. A very inconspicuous small wooden door, and the faint sound of breathing came from inside.

"Damn it, I thought this time it was going to be over." In the room, the three adventurers were breathing heavily, and one of the giants was leaning against the wall as if exhausted. Breathing heavily, his whole body was charred as if it had been roasted by fire. Without thinking too much, he must have been intimately baptized by the fireballs of the group of exiles just now.

"Shut up, shut up and stop breathing, you're almost sucking all the air in the room." Opposite the giant, also leaning against the wall, a black paste-like object that was much shorter than him cursed. All the clothes on his body were scorched, and the fragrant smell of meat emanated from the exposed skin. The situation was miserable, much more miserable than the giant opposite.

"You bastard, you want to suffocate me to death, right? Is fresh air more important than my life-and-death partner?" He probably took a breath, and the roar of the giant was so breathtaking.

"Hmm~~, well--" the other party was obviously deep in thought. There seems to be some hesitation.

"Don't think about it, you bastard. Which one is more important, fresh air or life and death comrades? Do we still need to consider this question? Can't we tell the answer immediately?"

"That's true. There's no need to think about it at all." The other party replied somewhat ambiguously, not sure if he was talking about fresh air. Still the comrade in front of me.

The last adventurer watched them quarreling and showed a simple smile. The two partners in his eyes had a fun quarrel almost every day, even when they were escaping. He has long been used to it.

He kept rubbing his charred arms on his charred face, and the result became darker and darker. Finally, he seemed to have noticed this, and had no choice but to give up. He paused, took out some firewood, laid it out, lit it skillfully, and then started again. Set the wok on top. Fill it with water.

"Let's rest here for the night."

He smiled naively and said to the two people who were still noisy. As the flames rose, the room gradually became brighter, and the shadows of the three people gradually became clear. However, the dark heads made it impossible to recognize their appearance. From the outside, the flaming man was as tall as the giant, with a whip swinging from his bare head. Almost printed from the mold. There is no doubt that he is a barbarian, and he is a strong man who is a little shorter than the two people in front of him. His profession is unpredictable, he may be a druid, a paladin or something else.

"Bah, bah - I've had enough. I really want to go back and eat some delicious food." The quarreling barbarian was the first to gather around the campfire and took out a piece of dried meat without waiting for the water in the iron pot. After boiling, he ate the dried meat with a mouthful of water. Although he complained about the taste of the dried meat, he ate it very quickly. He swallowed the dried meat weighing several kilograms in a few mouthfuls. In addition, Both of them are almost like this.

They have been running away for who knows how long since they encountered the first batch of monsters. This is the case in the tomb. When encountering an overwhelming number of monsters and choosing to run away, it is often the beginning of a chain of disasters. Often you have not been able to escape the bite. The monsters behind us met another group in front of us. Many inexperienced and unlucky adventurers were cornered in this way, or even chased to death from exhaustion. Probably only a certain druid had the ability to ignore everything here. He has the strength to outnumber monsters, but he has never "enjoyed" the experience of escaping in embarrassment.

Generally speaking, these three people are lucky, because they found this hiding place during their endless escape and successfully got rid of all the monsters. However, looking at the relaxed look on their faces, it is not because of their efforts in escaping. Being confident and thinking that you can get rid of the monster even without this hiding place means that you have already put your own life and death at risk.

"Brother, what should we do next?" the honest barbarian asked. He took out a rag towel, soaked it with some hot water, and then handed it to the adventurer who was much shorter than him.

"What should I do?" He took the hot and wet rag, wiped it on his face fiercely, gritted his teeth, and finally said decisively: "We have already found the entrance, so let's just take a gamble and fuck him. Damn it.”

"Okay, okay, I agree with brother's opinion!!" The barbarian who was quarreling with him clapped his hands and applauded. At first glance, it was clear that he was a big boss who used his hands more than his brains.

"This is not good, it's different from the original plan." The honest barbarian was a little worried: "And if my sister-in-law doesn't inform me in advance..."

Originally, the three of them planned to take a nice trip back to Rogge after this experience, and explain everything before proceeding with this operation.

"Stop talking, the plan can't keep up with the changes." The eldest brother shouted majestically: "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with your sister-in-law? I am the head of the family. Do I have to report to her what I want to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, not to mention the arrogant one, even the honest barbarian immediately gave him a bs look, as if to say, you are just a henpecker, you just dare to show off your power here.

"Of course, we have to think about it carefully. We are going to fight for our lives, not to die. ***, I really don't know how Lady Sharna and Wu got through here with their own strength. We arrived here some time ago. I don’t have any definite feeling. Now that I have gone through such a journey, I realize that this is not a job done by humans at all.” Recalling the mobile turret-like deportee brigade, the steel-hard wing demon traps, and the flexible He couldn't help but shuddered again at the strange rat-men clan.

"Tch, I never treated them as human beings." The arrogant barbarian finished speaking carelessly, seeming to feel that he had used the wrong words, and then added: "I mean, they are not normal people in the first place."

"But this time we are going to surprise Wu, haha ​​-" As if imagining the other person's surprise in his mind, the elder brother threw away the wet cloth on his face, revealing a handsome bearded face.

"Doug, Geoff, are you confident?"

"Oh! Of course!!" The two barbarian brothers roared loudly, and the small room was suddenly filled with a chilling air.

"Hush——, it's the deportee." Lal suddenly made a gesture to silence, and then a series of passing sounds passed through the door.

"Let's keep it down, keep going, keep going." Doug laughed sarcastically, and he had the loudest voice among the three.

"Before that, let's change our clothes first." Gefu, who liked to be clean, suggested. During the escape, the equipment on the three of them had been infinitely close to zero.

"The sky is big and the earth is big, eating is the biggest thing." Lal was not happy, he was still hungry.

"..." The three of them looked at each other, and no one wanted to give in.

"Discuss combat!!" Doug became anxious.

"Change clothes!!" Gefu said calmly.

"Eat!!" Lal showed off his big brother's airs.

As a result, a great debate with the purpose of defeating Andariel officially started in the small room.