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"Stinky boy, I want to thank you this time."

, The old drunkard said this suddenly, and suddenly I had goosebumps welling up all over my body, this guy would even thank people? Isn't there any conspiracy brewing again, my first reaction, I thought of this.

Seeing my ghostly vigilant eyes, the old drunkard, who had finally put his face right, revealed his true form again, his eyelids trembled, and he immediately struck me on the head in anger.

"You stinky boy, it's rare for me to thank you sincerely, what's your reaction?"

"Your sincerity only makes me sick." I covered my head, my mouth still sarcastic.

The old drunkard opened his mouth to refute, paused, but stopped with interest: "Forget it, I'm not in the mood today, don't worry about you kid, anyway, I've already said it, this time you can let Carlos win, you kid did a good job." ”

As she spoke, she patted me on the shoulder, her expression full of exclamation.

"It's nothing, anyway with real strength. It's true that I'm no match for Carlos, and seeing that he'd rather spend decades of his life to win this fight, I'm sure no one can be indifferent, and winning this fight is not very important to me. ”

I shook my head and said, then remembered something: "By the way, it's useless for Carlos to ask for so many divine potions, you are his teacher, can you help me talk to him, how many bottles are there for me?" Well, a few more bottles. ”

"Don't worry, I know you lazy bones, this is what you participate in, if there is no reward, I'm afraid that ten camel beasts won't be able to pull you, I've already told Carlos about this, the holy potion is a dispensable thing for him, even if it's all for you, it doesn't matter."

"All? That's the more, the merrier, but Carlos doesn't need it himself. Is it? I couldn't help but ask.

"To our masters of this state of mind, in addition to the indispensable equipment. In addition, they generally disdain to use other external objects to enhance their strength. The old drunkard said with a light on his face that could blind a dog's eyes, and said in a dignified and upright manner.

Me: "......"

"What's wrong?" Her gaze passed.

"No, nothing." I tilted my head away and changed the subject.

"But then again, what exactly Carlos's purpose is, it's worth it. So desperate? ”

Seems to have asked something. If you shouldn't ask, the old drunkard sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"You'll know later, but I think it's not that simple for him to achieve his goal, no, it's not possible at all, and he probably knows it."

"I even knew it was impossible, why did I have to work so hard?"

"There are some things in this world, even if you know that it is impossible, you have to do it desperately, even if there is only a glimmer of chance, because if you don't try, you will have no chance at all, and if you live and work hard for it, it will be meaningless."

Speaking of this, she sighed again, looked up at the sky, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "There are three kinds of people in this world, the first kind of people, who live to achieve the purpose in their hearts; The second type of person lives to find the purpose of living; The third type of person is to live aimlessly and spend his life in vain. ”

Hey, I said that the topic has turned to the connotation again, why is this old drunkard feeling like his brain is convulsing today, and he has been sighing all the time?

"In short, even if Carlos wins, the hope of achieving his goal is very slim, but if he doesn't win, I really don't know what he will do, so I thank you, of course, the money will not be returned for the time being."

The old drunkard said seriously, of course, if the last sentence could be ignored.

As we spoke, we had come to the edge of the tournament space.

"Is this the place to go?" I asked, raising my voice.

Although it is said that it involves individuals, the reward process cannot be made public, but there is no need to choose this kind of place.

"Of course not, we'll wait." The old drunkard replied, looking into the distance, as if he was waiting for someone to come.

After a while, the miser led Carlos over, and when he saw me and the old drunkard standing here, he did not look surprised, but walked straight over.

If it was seen by others, they would definitely think that the three of us Alliance Elders plus a martial arts tournament champion, the four of us were going to engage in some kind of illegal gathering to subvert the Alliance in a place where birds don't.

Carlos seemed to have been led directly from the ring, his expression was a little solemn and nervous, absent-minded, looking at something and fearing something, even the shattered heavenly costume and the bloodstains on his body after the battle had not been cleaned up, his clothes were ragged and bloodstained, and he looked like a down-and-out warrior who had just stepped down from the battlefield.

Seeing me and Kasha, he didn't say hello, but nodded subconsciously in a trance, so that people could know at a glance that his heart had been completely pulled by something, and he didn't take the surrounding qiē to heart.

"Why is it so slow?"

The old drunkard complained, "It stands to reason that we had been on Verus's side for a while, and that the miser and Carlos should have arrived first.

"I accidentally got entangled by that silly boy in Seattle, and I finally got rid of him."

The miser didn't seem to be able to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and sometimes people with a tendon in their heads were more difficult to deal with than those old foxes.

"I said he was gone after the game." The old drunkard looked abrupt.

"Why get rid of Seattleck and not let him come?" I lift.

"That kid is too impulsive for this kind of occasion." The old drunkard pulled out the flask and took a sip, and said contentedly.

Is there a necessary conflict between impulsiveness and "such an occasion"? I was just about to ask what the old drunkard was saying, but the miser was making a serious effort to make me shut up immediately.

I saw his fingers draw a circular magic array in the air, and the originally empty air suddenly appeared a two-person high black vortex, after the vortex stabilized, the central part, like a door, slowly opened, revealing a soft and holy white light from the open gap.

"Go in, Akara and the others are waiting."

After doing this, Farah took the lead and walked in, followed by Carlos, who seemed a little impatient, and the old drunkard and I followed behind, and as soon as we stepped in, the door had already disappeared into thin air.

I said where did Akara go, what is the important thing to let go of such an important final and not watch it, it turned out that he was hiding in this limited edition special seat to watch the live broadcast.

As I walked, I surveyed the space of holiness.

The divine aura in the air is so rich that it even presents a faint milky white mist, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

When the nose inhaled this milky white gas, the body and mind immediately became calm and peaceful, filled with a sense of holiness and serenity, which was dozens or hundreds of times stronger than the realm emanating from the arrival of the two-winged angel Eriker.

What's even more frightening is that the aura of this terrifying holy power is unique, that is, it is all emanating from a person.

Could it really be the four-winged angel Tyrell himself, otherwise I can't imagine anyone else who could exude such a surging and pure holy aura.

Four-winged angel, that is equivalent to the existence of the three demon gods, no, if it is Tyrell, it is beyond the three demon gods, as the patriarch of the angel clan Seraphim Michael, and the deputy patriarch quasi-seraphim under Gabriel, known as the first person in the strength of the four wings, I heard that under the combined efforts of the three demon gods, he still escaped unharmed.

His strength is recognized as the first person in the four-winged level in the two worlds of heaven and hell, and the fifth in the three realms, only under Michael, Gabriel, Lucifer and Satan, and because the wings are different from other angels, Tyrell is the touch of light...... Oh no, it's the wings of light, so it's called the five with light wings, referred to as the five with bare arms, and the angel clan is called the fifth master, it is said that the left arm has a dragon-shaped tattoo, and the face is wearing a Texas chainsaw massacre mask, and the dragon flying phoenix dance with nunchucks in one hand is stained with the blood of countless underworld brothers.

By the way, the latter words were from my own YY.

I don't know what's going on in this space, and when I'm done YY, I don't see the end, but Carlos next to me seems to be more anxious than me, and the look on his face almost can't help but lead the way in front of him, and the gentle Farah is clamped on his waist and performs an instantaneous step.

After a while, the milky white holy mist around me became more and more intense, and the aura coming from the opposite side became more and more amazing, almost making me feel like I was bowing and worshipping.

Soon, Akara appeared in front of us, and next to her stood the four-winged angel with two pairs of wings on his back.

But it's a pity that it's not Tyrell, because his wings of light are so easy to recognize, almost everyone in the Three Realms knows about it, and the angel in front of him, although he is also four-winged, is an ordinary white wing.

However, although this four-winged angel is not Tyrell, the aura it exudes is so terrible that when I didn't see it, I thought about asking him for an autograph and selling it to those rich people who were so rich that Lu Gao was so rich, it was probably worth a lot of money, but now that I looked closer, I didn't have any evil thoughts, I just felt that my soul was affected by the ubiquitous holy aura, and even my steps involuntarily lightened a lot.

There is absolutely no doubt that the giant four-winged angel in front of me, who is more than five meters tall, can easily kill himself in the posture of a blood bear, even against Eric at the level of the second wing, I dare not say that I can win the other party, but I have some confidence in my heart, but in the face of the four-winged angel in front of me, I can only say that the difference between the quasi-two-winged and the four-winged is too big, and it seems that from the second wing to the quasi-four-wing, it is a big threshold.

"You are the finalists of this time, Carlos and Wu Fan, very good, as adventurers in the first world, you are very good."

The four-winged sky said in a majestic voice, which sounded like a bell in his ears, solemn and ringing in the brain.

"I'm the would-be four-winged angel Cair, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

Then, he added something that made my jaw drop, this guy turned out to be just quasi-quadruple? Just a quasi-four-winged has already made him feel small and powerless, if Tyrell comes, what kind of scene is it, will he have low self-esteem and choose to commit suicide directly?

My ordinary brain is completely incalculable, and it crashes directly, and at the same time, I have to admire Akara for being able to sit in front of the pressure of such a strong man for so long, with a smile on his face, didn't the Great Eye tell the person next to her that he could directly wipe out her soul with just a single hair?

"Your table is very good this time......"

After the Yar finished speaking, it was our turn to speak to our head boss Akara, and a burst of praise made me embarrassed, but I don't know if it was an illusion, I always felt that Akara glanced at the smiling face from here from time to time, which seemed to imply a sense of "what price do you want to sell this kid for".

Carlos's face calmed down, and he didn't know what was going on in his head, and it could be seen that he hadn't paid attention to Acala's wordy words at all.

After a while, Acala finished his speech and announced with a pout, "Then, now ask Carlos, the champion of this competition, to come up and receive the reward." ”

It wasn't until these words sounded that Carlos came back to his senses, and his body shook violently, as if he was welcoming something solemn, and strode up.

"Angelil."

With the order of the quasi-four-winged angel Caiar, a female angel with an indifferent expression slowly walked out from behind her, holding ten bottles of delicate crystal vials that seemed to be carved from diamonds and inlaid with gold edges.

Those transparent liquids are probably diluted sacred water.

However, these ten gold-inlaid crystal bottles and the sacred water in them certainly attract people's attention, but in front of the female angel named Angelil, it is also a few points dim, her appearance is too dazzling, compared to other female angels, it is simply a standout, the fly in the ointment is that the expression is too cold, just like an emotionless machine, compared to the three princesses have been better.

Of course, no matter how beautiful the angel is, in my eyes, it is no match for Veras, and after a few words of praise in my heart, I bored my gaze on other people, and this look, I saw that it was inappropriate.

Carlos, who had already become very calm, suddenly had a dramatic expression on his face - shock, surprise, disbelief, doubt, and at this time he gave me the feeling that it was no longer the indifferent paladin who seemed to be indifferent to everything, but a great volcano that was about to erupt with great enthusiasm.

His excited gaze was staring motionlessly at the face of the female angel, could it be that this was the legendary love at first sight?

However, under Carlos's hot gaze, she was still unconscious, like a puppet-like female angel, and her calm kung fu was really good.

"Carlos!!"

Seeing Carlos take a step forward suddenly, as if he was about to make some move, Akara's voice rang out, and in a calm tone with a slight sigh, it was full of unstoppable majesty.

At this shout, Carlos seemed to be a little sober, stepped out and stopped, his eyes still did not leave the other party's face, the corners of his eyes flashed with tears, his lips trembled, and he looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

"Carlos, this is your reward."

The female angel handed over the ten bottles of divine potion in her hand, her voice crisp and sweet, but it was like a cold wind blowing from Harlogas, cold without a trace of emotion.

"Angelil, what's wrong with you? It's me, it's me, Carlos!! ”

Carlos showed an unbelievable look for a moment, and the tears in the corners of his eyes finally couldn't help but flow down from his bloodstained face, and his lonely look, coupled with the tattered armor stained with blood, looked like a soldier who came back with joy after a bloody battle, but found that his family had all been killed in the war, so that even adventurers who are accustomed to seeing joys and sorrows can't help but feel sour when they see it.

"I'm Angelil, but I don't know you."

The female angel named Angelil said with that indifferent look that seemed to be a man, and then almost semi-forcibly stuffed ten bottles of divine potion into Carlos's trembling hands.

"No, it's impossible, you're Angelil, my wife, your breath, your taste, I still remember it clearly, it's impossible to admit it, tell me why, Angelil, why don't you recognize me, those damned angels? Don't be afraid, even if I fight for my life, I will be with you, didn't I make an agreement at the beginning? Angelil !? ”

Carlos said loudly in a tone that was close to incoherent, holding Angelil's hands hard, his eyes full of determination and hope, as if he felt that by saying this, the other party would shed tears and rush over with a sweet laugh that intoxicated him, yes, as before.

However, as the minutes passed, the expression of hope on his face gradually stiffened.

At this time, the expressions of other people are also diverse.

There was no expression on Caiar's hazy face, but a faint smile could be discernished, and another two-winged male angel stood behind Caiarl with indifferent wings, looking like I didn't know anything.

Akara, the old drunkard and miser, had an endless sigh on his face.

And myself, although I can't see my own expression, I think I should have a puzzled face.

"What the hell is going on?" I whispered to the old drunkard.

"Angelil, the angel two-winged angel, was seriously injured and suffered temporary amnesia due to a mission decades ago, met Carlos, and finally married and lived for five years, and was finally discovered by the angel clan, and he himself has already recovered his memory, and returning to the heavenly realm is as simple as that."

From the mouth of the old drunkard, he spit out an extremely formulaic and bloody answer that seemed to be read according to the words in the history of official documents, but when I saw Carlos's bloody figure, I couldn't complain at all when I thought of the qiē he paid for it, and the tears that kept falling on his face.