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"The burgundy demon?"

I tilted my head and thought about it for a long time, before I remembered that this seemed to be the nickname of the old drunkard when he was young, and it seemed to be remarkable, and it was the only information I knew about her past.

"Can you tell me more about what the burgundy demon means? Otherwise, I don't know what to do

After thinking about it, I felt that I couldn't let go of such a good opportunity to inquire, so I hurriedly asked.

"Yes, if you don't say it, how do you know?"

The mysterious red-clothed white-haired elf man sighed softly with a lost gaze.

How do you describe it? The burgundy demon, the one with the red cloak and the ponytail in the ponytail is like the most beautiful sax crystal red wine, rippling with a ruby luster, the one sitting on the blood-stained throne of the concubine of the mainland, looking down at the ants under his feet with contemptuous eyes, killing like hemp. The arrogant queen with no one in her eyes

"Wait, wait,"

I clutched my dizzy forehead and reached out to stop the guy from continuing to read the lines that were churning in my stomach.

"Are you sure you're talking about this guy?"

I rummaged through the inventory for a while, and finally took out a portrait and shook it in front of the mysterious red "Sorry, I read it wrong, it's the mysterious elf man in red."

The portrait depicts a vivid scene of the old drunkard standing on the wine table in an independent posture of a golden rooster after getting drunk, and standing under the table with a wolf of wine bottles and dishes kicked away by her. On crutches, he stretched out his old hand tremblingly, wanted to stop it but didn't dare to stop it, made a look of desire to speak and fear, and his face was covered with bitter wrinkles and tears, a hotel owner who was over 100 years old and had gray hair. There are also adventurers and soft barmaids who climb and roll, hug their heads and run away, and they want to express this picture. The high-level power of the old society was drunk and made trouble, preyed on the common people, oppressed the civilians, and occupied the women of good families? 's brutal side of all evils is perfectly set off.

From the faint hint of the painter's vivid and refreshing meaning on the picture, it can be seen that the old man who painted this portrait must have been oppressed by the old drunkard, and just holding this portrait to show Akara, I can guarantee that the old drunkard will be sent to mine by the angry Akara for at least three years.

Underneath the portrait, there are a few lines of text, which I and more than a dozen bar owners from Rogge discussed and decided.

First of all, there are three blood-red wanted notices in the middle of the march! This is a certain bar owner who has been unsuccessful in collecting debts for ten years, biting his finger in anger and writing it in his own blood.

By the way. Although this kind of behavior is indeed very arrogant, it makes many bar owners shout that they are really heroic. But afterwards, because the bite wound was not treated in time, he became infected, and the medical expenses cost five or six gold coins, and the old drunkard owed him only more than three gold coins in total."

Of course, I think this account still has to be credited to the old drunkard, and this fact has fully demonstrated that the debt collection of the old drunkard is no longer just a matter of money. Instead, it has risen to more than a dozen bar owners as an operator, as well as the dignity battle of himself as Rogge's third door, in short, this is a declaration of challenge to the position of the camp's second door by the third door of the camp and more than a dozen iron rooster bosses, and if you win, we will be the second door of the camp in the future.

Well, then again, it's not a title to be happy about."

Below the general order, there is naturally some information about the old drunkard.

Race: Humans probably

Gender: If you treat her as an ordinary woman, you lose

Age: Unknown but certainly an older woman

Hobbies: Wine! Wine! Wine! It seems that she can be lured out with wine syrup to capture her

Here's a narrative.

"The above-mentioned prisoner is in debt and does not pay back the money, and the elder of my alliance is also the bitter creditor Druid Wu Fan, after consulting with more than a dozen other creditors, it has been decided that anyone can arrest this person and order him to repay the money, and half of the debts repaid can be taken as a part

Originally, this bait order was intended to choose an auspicious day of the zodiac and post it on the alliance bulletin board in the camp market, but I didn't expect to be disrupted by the marriage, and I forgot it for a while, but it was just right, and now I can take it out and use it.

The mysterious man in red "Ah, it's really too troublesome, so I'll call you red, and I don't want to tell my name, then I'll call you red unceremoniously!!

Red's eyes stared at the portrait, not knowing if he wanted to laugh. Still feeling painful and sad, the handsome face that resembles the super elite prince but is more of a mature young woman killer is slightly distorted, and the shiny teeth that can only appear on a mouthful of toothpaste advertisements are clenched.

Well? With such a description, I noticed that this guy and the super spirit prince are really a little similar, could it be a relative?

"No, absolutely not

After staring at it for several minutes, Red took a few steps back as if he had gotten rid of something, pressed his thumb and forefinger against his forehead, and firmly denied it.

Isn't it, isn't it, how is that possible? How to make "the long hair in a red cloak and a ponytail like the most beautiful sax crystal red wine, flowing with a ruby shine." The one who sits on the bloodstained throne at the top of the continent. With a contemptuous gaze, he looked down at the ants under his feet. The arrogant queen who kills people like hemp and has no one in her eyes" is associated with the drunken old woman in the portrait in front of her?

Let's analyze it, the red cloak is right, but the old drunkard is a dirty red cloak, which is said to be a mass-produced product, and there are always hundreds of spare ones at home, and I once broke one, and I wanted to use the ridiculous excuse of "this red cloak has countless stories, and it is my own priceless" tattoo, in a vain attempt to blackmail me. “※

And then it's tied into a ponytail, like that, whatever? Seems to have heard about it from Finney. It is said to be the most precious wine in the secret collection of the elves, in short, this is ignored for a moment, how can the old drunkard's shoulder-length red hair that has not been washed for I know how many days be connected with the cute and cute setting with a ruby ponytail?

As for the queen, it's even more of a joke, I think it should be sitting in a wine bottle. The drunken demon king with a trance-like posture on the trance, right?

All in all, this is definitely the most ridiculous joke I've heard in years, and if the old drunkard is the one with a red mouth, then my family's reserve of dry food is a small golden retriever who can't do anything about it. Maybe it's still a golden dragon, wahahahaha

"That's right, it's her, but it's not her. So, I want you to turn this self-defeating waste into the majestic queen of the past!! ”

Calm down, Red said in a categorical tone.

"Wait, I heard me right, my ears are fine, turn the old drunkard into "become like this?" ”

I looked at the alien with the eyes of the red, and suddenly remembered something, rolled up the portrait of the old drunkard, and then carefully took out another portrait.

It was a picture of blood flowing from it.

The gray sky, the earth full of fresh blood, the corpses scattered everywhere, and several monotonous colors perfectly outline the atmosphere of the battlefield, looking at this painting, the nose seems to be able to smell the strong smell of blood.

In the middle of the battlefield, there was a mountain of corpses piled up high, and from the gray sky, a ray of golden light fell on the top of the corpse mountain.

In that ray of golden light, stood a tall figure, golden armor stained with the blood of the enemy, wrapping the slender and plump female body, with a faint blood-red battlefield wind, raising the beautiful long hair that glittered like gold tied into a ponytail, like a golden banner that exuded an aura of arrogance.

When the eyes are accustomed to the golden light in the gray battlefield, a beautiful and immaculate face with a lonely color compares the light that appears in the gray world, like an oasis in the desert.

With a confident, arrogant, and cruel smile, she stuck the golden spear still with blood on the back of a corpse at her feet, and she condescendingly looked at the corpses all over the field below the corpse mountain, with a hint of satisfaction in her beautiful golden pupils.

The contemptuous and proud gaze seemed to inadvertently look beyond the portrait at the warriors who gathered around the mountain of corpses where she stood, trembling with their weapons, looking up at the coming with fear and admiration.

So proud, so beautiful, as if there is only one color left in the sky and on the ground.

That look, that kind of heroic posture, makes people involuntarily think of a sentence battlefield rose, lonely, confident, arrogant, like a high queen of killing, her blooming red petals, only watered with blood can become more beautiful and bewitching.

That's right, the woman in this portrait is Sister Sharna, I remember it a few years ago, well. It was a day not long after the tournament. I dragged my sister to paint, and the old painter was scared, "This is the famous Queen Rogge, I'm afraid that if the tip of my pen is slightly crooked, the heads of the whole family will be separated."

Still, the result is quite good. Although my sister didn't say anything, I can see that she seems to be quite true, let me take good care of it, I must take it out once a day to see it, otherwise the consequences will be very strict.

Except for the portrait of Sharna's sister. There were also Veras, Sarah's Ghost, Linya, Lena, Little Fox, and many more, each of whom drew several of them, which I carefully kept in the most important corner of my inventory, along with amulets, perfect gems, and potions of total rejuvenation.

It can be seen that compared with the white wolf, the dead sister who only puts Lena's small portrait in the necklace, I am much more upright and tasteful.

However, what made me more depressed was the princess of Sanwu, although I took her to the old painter to paint several times, but in the end, the portrait was only the scenery behind her, and only one was missing. The old painter was also very puzzled, claiming that when he was engrossed in painting, the figure of the princess of Sanwu did not know why it became blurry and transparent, and his attention was unconsciously put on the scenery behind.

Later, I kept thinking that maybe the three-no princess is more suitable for the word ghost than the little ghost.

So,The only thing missing in the portrait is the three princesses.,But this little Lori princess didn't feel so sad.,Instead of the portrait.,She stuffed a lot of books for me.,Let me think from time to time.,I'll remember that she does just think about it as long as her eyes are right.,After all, this is the only one in the whole continent.,Uh,The content of these books doesn't need me to explain more.。

Oh, and there's also a pair of small white panties that she said she wore for two days.

This little bit, she completely treated me as a pervert, did she think I would be happy to send me such a good thing? It's a real nosebleed every day!!

Later, the classmate Alice, the saint, found out about this and tried to follow suit, but finally gave up, because for her, she had to wear underwear for two days in a row, which really made her feel sleepy more than rubbing her face.

Ahem, the topic seems to be getting more and more open, let's get back to the topic, seeing that Hong stared at the portrait of Sister Sharna in his hand, with a fascinated expression of recalling the past, I hurriedly put away the portrait vigilantly.

It's not good, this guy shouldn't empathize with him, and take a fancy to Sister Sharna.

"Like, too much."

Muttering to himself in despair, for a while, Red seemed to come to his senses.

"It's like, but it's not, and the burgundy devil's her, "Worse than your sister!!"

Seeing that this bastard had compared an old woman like an old drunkard to Sister Sharna, and was a little worse, I almost couldn't help but kick it. I still remember that he is a master of the old drunkard, and he can't afford to provoke him now.

But that's fine, at least it doesn't seem to have the idea of beating Sister Sharna, so let him continue to be obsessed with the old drunkard who only exists in fantasy.

Secretly relieved, although I don't think Red can rely on his handsome face. Pose any threat to my relationship with Sister Sharna, the bond between our siblings. It's not something that can be compared to handsomeness, but after all, if you are remembered by a field-level master, you will feel a little worried. What if this guy is soft and can't be hard?

"Let me make sure that your deal is for me to turn that old drunkard into this."

"That's right, that's kind of it." Red smiled and nodded.

Without saying a word, I regarded his abundant dark gold equipment and perfect Anshi as nothing, and turned around and strode away.

Just kidding, let me turn the old drunkard into the image of Sister Sharna, why don't you let me turn the dead dog into a golden dragon? Even if the artifact is in front of me, I will not be moved, because it is impossible to do it.

Lancet watched the other party's figure leave, and did not stop it, because he also knew that this was one. Simply impossible task.

Although she is no longer the same her, she is still her, unless she wants to open it herself, no one can change her.

No matter how much the personality and temperament change. But only the trace of pride hidden deep in the soul will not disappear, and no one will be allowed to touch and change.

"Failed."

With a grinning taunt coming from the treetop, Lancet looked up to see that at what time Kasha was already sitting on it, leaning against the trunk of the tree, drinking and letting the skull's gaze fall.

"Oops, I wanted to tease that kid, but I didn't expect him to be stupid enough to be tempted."

Ranster shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression.

Judge, follower, you are too attached to the past. Be careful that I kill you if I don't like it. ”

Sloppy and sloppy directly wiped the wine on the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, Kasha's head was slightly tilted, and she looked at Lanster out of the corner of her eye, and her eyes became sharper with her slightly narrowed eyes.

Lancet was stunned for a long time before he sighed. Raising his head and squinting his eyes slightly, as if recalling something, he spoke.

I haven't heard the word "little follower" for many years, and I thought you had forgotten it. ”

After a pause, Lancet turned his back to Kashya, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the other man with a sideways face.

"Although, maybe you have your reasons, but for me, who fell in love with that burgundy demon, such a reason was too cruel. So"

With a self-deprecating smile, Lenster closed his eyes.

"So, no matter what, this time, I'm going to be willful once, if you want to kill, then kill, die at your hands, it's better than waiting for the years to pass, ** The boring way of dying of aging makes me feel much happier."

With that, Lancet strode away, and even as he said, he turned off all his senses as a super master, leaving an unsuspecting back for Kashya, as if I was ready, if you want to kill, come on.

If Kashya had been willing, he would have landed a powerful blow in the back at this point, and Lancet would have been dead.

Of course, it is impossible for Kasha to do this, even if she takes a hundred steps back and says that she has this idea, she must also take into account the relationship between the alliance and the elves, you must know that although not many people in the entire elven clan know about Lancet's existence, his status is unquestionable, even higher than Lyman.

"Alas, is it so hard to think of an easy life? Sometimes I really envy that kid. ”

Muttering softly, Kashya's figure disappeared in place.

At this time, I was facing a severe test.

As soon as I returned to the banquet, I was blocked by Tia and Beya.

"Wow, got you, Fan Fancan"

Before I could react, Tia teleported in front of me, her hands firmly wrapped around her arms, and pressed the soft bulge on her chest.

It's a pity that I'm not in the mood to enjoy the ** pleasure coming from my arm, these two little girls have three big words of prank clearly written on their faces.

Woo, has even the kind Tia been taught badly?

While she was slowing Tia, Beya quickly came up and stood on the other side and grabbed me firmly. and Tia form a terrifying tactic of flanking left and right.

However, Beya, this elf beauty. It's not as big as Tia's, I don't know how to guard against it, she just grabbed my wrists with both hands, and that's it, her pretty and lovely face was also dyed with a layer of ruddy, probably rarely so close to the opposite sex.

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing the two little girls smiling at themselves. I couldn't help but look terrified, and when Beya didn't know where to take out a bottle of wine, the fear in my heart immediately rose to despair.

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Ah, finally a month has passed, and whether this book can survive the end of this year, as the author Xiao Qi feels very stressed.

Defense: The goal for next month is still no goal, and it will remain in the top 100 of the total monthly pass as before. The first fifteen and seven in the classification are satisfied. Thank you for your support...... If you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the heart, more chapters, support the author, support positive!