Author: Going to the Winter

The author of "The Wandering Guide to Chaos Hell" often suffers from mental illness. At the same time, unlike popular science works such as "Forty-Six Common Areas Energy and Your Life", this book is a literary work that takes care of itself, so the style of writing often looks quite strange.

In general, this is barely a written book.

But it must be criticized that the author often ignores the efficiency of information transmission because the author does his best.

Icha doesn't like this book very much.

The main reason is: he believes that this is a pastime, without any beginning or end, and is dedicated to appalling works.

And he didn't need much time to have a pastime.

Especially when he was going through a difficult journey at Gammeniti, trying to recall the useful tips about Gammeniti that he had seen in the past - all the book were inexplicable descriptions, and the arrogant whispers like crazy.

His evaluation of this book has been reduced a lot.

However, when the humble gardener's spreading palms and being overwhelmed by the feeling of humility, the relevant content of "The Wandering Guide to Chaos Hell" poured into his mind as soon as possible.

"Whenever the 'humble gardener' comes out, a 'small grinder' will be dispatched.

"Small grinding"?

Maybe it will bring variables.

He observed the surroundings with his own light.

"Child. What are you waiting for?" said the backlight giant Geeta Hamube softly.

A slight sound similar to opening and closing the old wooden door came from him - Jita Hamube slowly squatted down.

With this action, you can see the crown of thorns on the humble gardener's head piercing into his skin.

Jitahamube still spread his palms to him, unable to see his face clearly, but he found out that the giant must have an extremely peaceful, calm, tolerant and majestic expression.

The gaze of a humble gardener must be a venerable and sincere, full of compassion, and a direct gaze of a soul.

Arouse humble eyes.

It can melt countless kneecap gazes.

All crowns must humbly release the large and shining gems embedded on them under these gazes, and obediently fall into the mud.

This feeling is almost irresistible, and the humility is like juice, and it is constantly squeezed out from the heart that softens into peaches.

"Go quickly. What are you waiting for?" Balan muttered in a slight voice.

The balcony supervisor Barbas also made a small urge.

They talked intimately, as if the classmates asked him to answer questions, without hostility - hostility was resolved by endless humility and endless humility.

"Come on, kid."

Jitahamube said again.

I felt my body tremble a little while without saying a word.

Once again, he felt his vision be fixed on the open, small island-like big hand.

The broad hand attracted him like a vortex.

Even though he had learned from books about the ability of a humble gardener, he was still shocked by the power of this powerful creature of law.

Even he could not resist this feeling because he could feel a similar feeling-

Just like when he was eleven years old, he first read "Spells 101", he felt the vastness of the sea of ​​knowledge and the smallness of a single existence for the first time.

That was almost four thousand years ago.

To check the thoughts you try to recall, this is definitely not a good time to fuel any emotions.

Can't go.

His reason clearly knows.

Being taken away by a humble gardener is much worse than staying on the "balcony" for trial or being stabbed by Barbas.

He knew clearly.

But this behavior is like spring breeze and rain, and it is the most irresistible...

"I'm waiting for you."

Jitahamube once again sent a moving invitation.

The air fluctuated.

The sunlight in six directions was almost dim and was about to disappear.

Yicha felt a heat on his face, and his whole body seemed to be pulled forward by strange forces.

He tried his best to use his reason to fight his inner impulses.

...

"You freak. You're so long-winded. Do you want to die? Ha???"

A little white fly suddenly appeared and buzzed.

In this peaceful, humble, and peaceful atmosphere.

Little Beizebu.

Xiao Beizebu made noise as if no one was around.

It's as eye-catching as a fly floating on white milk.

"Get out of my sight. I'll give you a second." Xiao Beizebu said irritably.

She turned around arrogantly, stopped at the crown of the humble gardener's thorns, condescendingly, and hummed, "Don't you see my dear don't want to? Get out of here!!! You'll die ugly, I promise. Hot."

The feeling of being pulled weakened.

Yi Cha looked up at her.

Yes. Too right.

This is exactly what he is familiar with.

Conceited, cruel, and do whatever you want.

Beizeb never knew what awe, fear, silence, and humility were. She never understood, never obeyed, never let go, never sympathized, never concealed.

Even if she is the most talkative person in the world, she can't stand the long-winded words of others.

It's simply the best annotation for Chaos Evil.

This is also the fundamental reason why she was able to rise to the King of Ten Thousand Demons and the Great Enemy of Order in such a fast time.

She is not affected by "humility" at all.

but.

At the moment, this guy is just a weak soul fragment, with no capital to confront.

"Betzerya."

Yizha reacted and immediately reached out to grab her.

Too late.

She broke the short and hypocritical peace.

The light is bright again.

Babass had a cold face and a recurved blade pierced the little white fly through the air.

when!

Lucifer flashed in front of Yizha again, and a six-colored rainbow appeared out of thin air, knocking down the recurve blade—

The yellow light strip was shattered.

"Hey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Like a peak piercing through the space and rising up, Jitahamube stood up.

In an instant, calmly evaporated from the face of the humble gardener.

His roar was deafening.

Boom-

It echoes endlessly, and the vision is blurred.

For a moment, all souls stopped moving, and sound waves rubbed out their burrs.

The little white flies were stunned and fell in circles. Lucifer swung the "last rainbow" with difficulty, and a strip of light on the edge barely rubbed it and took it over.

The gray flowers at the waist rustled, and Jita Hamube raised one of his legs as thick as a tower.

Come to investigate and investigate by the sound waves.

brush--
To be continued...