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The next day, the moment came when it was verified that Carlos' happiness turned into sorrow again. Just when everyone thought that there would be no problem this time, Kajie after the transformation was unwilling to let Carlos get close.

Although it was not unreasonable to punch her away as soon as she got close, when Carlos took a step forward, she took a step back. If she couldn't help it, she hid in my arms and hid in the room, unwilling to get close to Carlos.

Looking at Carlos who was stunned, I felt full of sympathy, and I just felt that the tragedy king in this issue must be him.

But Carlos was very tolerant and cheered up before I could comfort him. According to him, great progress has been made now. At least his daughter didn't beat him away with an iron fist anymore, right? You have to eat one bite at a time.

Ruth takes one step at a time. If she accomplishes it all at once, she will lack the joy of achievement.

I summarized this sentence and made a concise conclusion in eight words: I am a jerk, continue to abuse me.

In short, if Carlos doesn't mind, we will be more happy to watch the show from the sidelines. If Carlos is regarded as the male protagonist on the screen, it will be like playing a transplanted version of GAL. A certain character who was not conquerable in the past can be played this time.

As a new addition, she has become a heroine who can be conquered. You can make a lot of money by simply adding a little more scripts with your fingers. It’s so easy to cheat otakus. Please delete this internal monologue when it is broadcast.

Ahem, let's get back to the topic. In short, this character who originally hated the male protagonist became a heroine. After the male protagonist's step-by-step FLAG selection, her favorability was gradually reversed, letting the other person know that although she was a loser who accomplished nothing, she was still full of love in her heart.

It is quite good to have the kindness and gentleness to become the king of the harem, and then successfully conquer it, but Carlos is not conquering the heroine, but his own daughter.

Time passed bit by bit. Five days was not long, but it passed in the blink of an eye. Carlos seemed to be completely focused on conquering Kajier. Just when I was wondering if he had forgotten something important.

On the fourth night, he looked up at the stars and exclaimed incomprehensibly: This day has finally come.

Okay, I worry too much.

Early the next morning, I was woken up by Carlos, along with Seattle and me, but no one complained. After getting ready, we went to Acala's little black shop.

I didn’t explain this matter in detail to the girls. I only said that the three of us were going to ask an angel to do our best for Kajie. They probably didn’t expect that Carlos, or maybe the three of us, were worried in our hearts.

With the urge and drive to make these birdmen agree to their demands even if they fight with angels, they cheered for us when they left.

If we knew what we were thinking, I'm sure at least half of the girls would faint and fall to the ground immediately, and that's why they couldn't speak out.

"Grandma Akara, we are ready."

I used a clean and tidy white silk cloth to carefully wipe the Gaoji sword in my hand, took a breath on the sword, and wiped it several times again. I watched a stream of light flash across it, clearly reflecting my own shadow, and I couldn't help but

His eyes were filled with infatuation, as if he were a peerless swordsman who was devoted to his sword.

Carlos' expression was stern, although it was not as exaggerated as mine, but the long sword on his back said it all.

Seattle's expression was ferocious. The big wooden stick he had used to help Carlos sleep in the past few days was once again carried on his shoulder. When he entered the door, he almost punctured Akara's small tent.

"You all calm down!!!" When she saw us appearing in front of her like the three great gods of death and the three great dead warriors, Akara endured it again and again. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, and the crutch in her hand turned into a dragon swimming around me.

A heavy blow on the top of his head.

Damn it, why me? Why only me?

I, a peerless swordsman, could no longer pretend, so I touched my beaten head and complained softly, I misjudged you, Akara, I didn’t expect you to have thick eyebrows and big eyes... No, you, a blind guy with thick eyebrows, are also a bully who fears the strong.

disciples.

"Look at you, are you really going to fight?" After another glance at us, Carlos and Seattlek obediently put away their swords and wooden clubs.

"Don't think that I don't know what little idea you are planning." Akara, whose anger had calmed down a bit, paced, tapped his cane, and turned around a few times, as if he was hesitating.

Finally, she seemed reluctant to take out a letter sealed with a magic circle from her arms and handed it to Carlos.

"If Lord Tyrell has a tough attitude and is unwilling to let him go, just leave this to him. Of course, only God knows what the effect will be. Don't expect too much."

"Thank you, Elder Acala. No matter what, Carlos will never forget this kindness." Carlos respectfully accepted the envelope and bowed respectfully.

We have worked so hard to act like we are participating in an underworld brawl, just because we want Akara to give us some tips. After all, the three people standing here are the future hope of the alliance, and they are the least willing to see anything happen to us.

It's Akara. She will definitely try her best to prevent us and the angels from taking it on.

Although it seems like a threat, we are also working hard for Kajiel, and I believe Akara will understand our difficulties.

"I've done everything I can do, it's up to you. Regarding this meeting, I only have one thing to say to you, that is, don't conflict with the angels no matter what, even if it means it will

You guys are blasting out, you know? The future of the alliance, the future of hundreds of millions of people, cannot be messed up in your hands or mine."

"We got it." We looked at each other and responded in unison. We all knew what Akara said, so we were ready to kneel to pieces this time. The secret was just one word: stalking and being shameless.

"Well, I won't say much else. Go ahead. Tyrell will meet you in the temple of the Demon Fortress, the same place where you met him."

"Is it the Demon Fortress again?" I was a little curious.

"Why five...ahem. Master Tyrell seems to like it there so much?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's because it's the highest there and is closest to the heaven." Akara responded mysteriously and vaguely, both true and false.

"Then let's say goodbye." Carlos, who was anxious, saluted again, turned around and left without saying a word, and we hurriedly followed. We were afraid that this daughter, a knight-errant, would be walking ahead, and seeing the fifth master, we couldn't help but think of these things.

After ten years of separation, his wife and daughter are separated, and when he gets angry and draws his sword, the alliance will be ready to screw up.

When we arrived at the teleportation array, we simply followed the white light and teleported to the long-lost demon fortress. The teleportation array for the demons fortress was near the square in front of the temple, and there was a noisy adventurer trading market around it. When we were walking in a hurry,

When we walked through the square and came to the temple corridor, the place that we could enter at will was now empty. It had obviously been cleared.

Two rows of hundreds of two-winged angels with dazzling holy light stood upright on both sides of the temple gate, wearing armor and hanging swords on their waists. They looked majestic and solemn. With the added solemn atmosphere, the person who came to greet us turned out to be an accurate figure.

The four-winged angel. The power fluctuations emanating from his body are much stronger than mine.

We exchanged glances with each other. Although we had no intention of using force from the beginning, when we saw this quasi-four-winged angel, we couldn't help but feel a little bitter in our hearts. If we really wanted to fight, not to mention the fifth master, just the quasi-four-winged angel in front of us.

, he can probably send us back to our hometown for a blind date.

"What a grand display. These angels are all entities, not projections. Do you want us to retreat in the face of difficulties?"

"The last time I saw Tyrell, he was the only one."

"Don't make random guesses. The last time we met it was to solve the problem of Yizuer, the former number one warrior of the angel race. Tyrell didn't want other angels to know this news. That's why he asked us to do it. Otherwise, as an angel,

Where is our strength?"

When the three of us were whispering, the quasi-four-winged angel had already arrived in front of us.

"Guests from the Alliance, Lord Tyrell is already waiting inside. Please come in."

"Sorry for keeping Sir Tyrell waiting for so long." Upon hearing this, Carlos, the leader, quickly bowed and apologized. People had to bow their heads under the eaves, not to mention that this time they were asking for help from someone.

"Come with me." The Quasi-Four-Wing nodded expressionlessly, turned around and walked towards the majestic main temple gate. We quickly followed him and started communicating privately again.

"Something's wrong. This guy's face is so stiff and his tone is so cold. Could it be that he knows the purpose of our business?"

"Nine times out of ten, that's the case. It seems it will be difficult this time." Carlos sighed with a somewhat ugly look on his face.

"There is no way. Who told us that we are here to ask for people from them? This kind of thing has probably never happened in the angel tribe. It is natural not to give a good look. The key is Tyrell's attitude." I comforted the loss in a low voice.

Senior brother, he quickened his pace to keep up with the quasi-four-winged angel in front of him.

Passing through the long stairs, after a while, we followed Quasi-Four Wings to the temple lobby. Unlike the heavily guarded outside, it was extremely empty inside, with no other angels in sight. Unlike our original

The three imaginary trials are very different.

"Lord Tyrell, the guests from the Alliance have arrived." The quasi-four-winged angel in front said respectfully and saluted forward.

Only then did we notice the huge figure standing quietly on the steps and under the cross in front of us. When we didn't notice it, it was like air and had no sense of existence. However, once we noticed it

, but it became the thing with the strongest sense of existence in my eyes, so strong that everything else became an embellishment. The three of us seemed to be pulled directly into a vast white world by its figure. The only existence in this world was like a mountain giant.

The angel of light towers before us.

The four-winged angel Tyrell is such a powerful existence.

Remaining calm, I was shocked in my heart. I think Carlos and Seattle were also the same. The last time we met, Tyrell gave us a far less strong feeling. As our strength became stronger, Tyrell gave us

The shock becomes stronger and stronger, and the stronger I feel, the more I can feel the insurmountable gap.

Moreover, the Tyrell in front of us is most likely just a projection. The projection alone can give us such a powerful feeling, which is something that even the Four Demon Kings and Three Demon Gods cannot do.

It is worthy of being the naked fifth master. Standing in front of it, we are as small as just a drop of water, but it is as huge as the sea. It is unfathomable, full of breadth, full of tolerance, full of kindness, making us feel like worshiping.

impulse.

"I understand. You go down, I want to have a good chat with some alliance guests who have come from afar."

The neutral voice, neither male nor female, slowly sounded in the temple. It was neither fast nor slow, full of gentleness and confidence, as if it was a saint who had already taken control of his destiny.

"I follow your instructions, sir." Zhun Siyi put his arms on his chest, bent slightly, saluted, and decisively turned around and left, leaving the three of us behind.

"Lord Tyrell, we meet again." There were thousands of words brewing in my heart. I was ready to take the lead and convince Tyrell with my sharp tongue. However, when they actually met, they turned into a cry.

Smiling awkwardly, it seemed that all these preparations were bubbles that could burst in front of the Fifth Master.

"Yes, we meet again. Young men from the Alliance." Tyrell turned around slowly. He was wearing a majestic and sacred bronze armor, and his tall and straight figure looked taller and taller in front of us, with a pair of unique wings of light behind him.

Slightly spread out to both sides, it looks like the continuous Arreat Mountains, towering in front of you, giving people a feeling of almost suffocation.

But its soft voice quietly soothes this sense of oppression. My Chinese is not very good. I don’t know how to describe it. It feels like being given a stick first and then a carrot. Of course, in the face of little people like us,

Character, Master Wu would definitely disdain to use such boring tactics.

"I've met Lord Tyrell." Carlos saluted solemnly. Even the lawless Seatik had to show nervousness in front of the Fifth Master, brace himself and lower his head along with Carlos.

The face hidden under the hood seemed to scan us all over, and only the fifth master could be heard smiling softly.

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