Chapter 3337 The Four Wings Arrive

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"Senior brother, senior brother."

When I was in a daze, feeling that the dark clouds above my head had turned into gray mushrooms, Beansa pulled my cuffs again.

"What's wrong, Biansha, is it time to pick mushrooms again?" I patted my butt and prepared to stand up and continue my Mario journey.

Beansa shook his head and pulled my cuffs to prevent me from standing up. His pair of dark and bright pupils stared at me with seriousness and coquettishness.

"Beansa, I want to be with my senior brother forever."

"Okay, then you can stay with me. You can eat whatever you want, mushrooms, meat buns, honey, etc., as much as you want."

I slapped my chest hard and confidently assured that I was not bragging. As a savior, if even this could not satisfy Beansa, then I might as well go back to my hometown and grow sweet potatoes.

"Biansha also wants to be with his sister forever."

"Of course." I thought for a moment and said, "You can bring your sister to the Holy See Mountain, or if she doesn't want to, that's fine. You can come to play with me from time to time, and then give your sister good things to do." There are countless types of mushrooms in the Dark Continent, and you may not be able to eat them all in a lifetime. If your sister really likes to eat them, she will be in great luck."

"Yes, my sister must like it very much and will be very happy." Hearing the countless mushrooms, Beian smiled widely, and his beautiful big eyes curved into crescents.

"Beansha, I want to be with my senior brother and sister forever." Beansha repeated it again, using a positive tone.

"Yeah, if this is your wish, Biansha, I will definitely try my best to help you realize it."

"The other two sisters... forget it, let's reluctantly leave two places for them." Speaking of her two sisters, Beansha frowned reluctantly.

"She's your sister after all." I snickered secretly. During this period, the junior sister told me a lot of bad things about her two sisters. She was cunning and cunning. She always liked to tease her eldest sister. She had a bad temper and always had a bad temper. The middle sister who loves to scold her.

Of course, what I talk about the most is her cute, cute, smart and cold younger sister. It would be hard to say it more than ten times a day. After all, she is my little junior sister, my sister controls my younger sister.

Hey, there seems to be some strange settings mixed in?

Seeing Beansha's uninterested look, I wondered what was wrong with the lively little junior sister. I touched her head and focused on taking care of the two black ponytails.

"Biansha, what's wrong with you today? What's on your mind?"

"Beansha doesn't understand." Beansha said in a daze as he stared into the distance.

"I don't really understand, but I've been feeling weird lately."

After a pause, she turned back, tilted her chin, and looked at me, her eyes full of confusion and uneasiness.

She is a cool little junior sister who always looks cold in front of others. In front of me, she is a stupid and cute little junior sister. A fool will not be confused and will only do what he wants to do straightforwardly. Beansha I have never been so confused as I am today.

"I feel a little uneasy, and my heart feels tight, as if something bad is about to happen."

"Really?" I stared at Biansha without blinking. She had some secrets and couldn't tell me. Once she showed her current expression, I knew I shouldn't ask further, otherwise it would make Biansha confused. Sad, sad.

"If one day you are willing to tell me, remember to come to me. No matter what happens, I will be your senior brother and will stand by your side. Do you understand?"

"Yes, senior brother." Beansha, probably comforted by me, shouted sweetly, showing a pure and bright smile, and the two black ponytails behind him swung happily.

"Senior brother."

"Hey, I'm here."

"Senior brother."

"Beansa."

"Senior brother."

"Beansa."

Like a pair of idiots, after shouting at each other dozens of times, Beansa stood up happily and swept away the gloom.

"Brother, Beansa is leaving."

"Eh, now?" I knew that Beansa couldn't stay with me forever. She also had a mysterious sister to take care of. In addition, her two mysterious sisters, although she often scolded her, the eldest sister scolded the second sister after she finished scolding her. After saying it once, I praised my sister three times, and then turned around and continued to scold her. If I didn't interrupt, she could keep doing this for a whole day.

But because of this, it can be seen that Beansa actually cares about her two sisters. Otherwise, she would not scold them at all. She would just avoid them coldly like other people.

Therefore, I know that as my senior brother, I cannot keep Beansa by my side forever, and I don’t dare to hope.

I just didn't expect that Beiansha was in such a turbulent mood that he had to leave immediately, and he would have to face the separation of his senior brothers and sisters so soon.

Well, it was like this before. This is the character of the junior sister, and I was the one who made the fuss.

"Well, let's go, senior brother, please take care." Beansa nodded heavily and stared over. The mirror-like clear eyes reflected him, like a camera, preserving the picture.

"Here, these mushrooms are for senior brother."

After saying that, Beansha put down a large bag that was half a person's height. Without waiting for me to say anything, he turned around, flicked his two black ponytails, and disappeared in front of his eyes in a clean and heroic manner. It was impossible to capture any of her movements. .

I stared blankly at the place where Beansa disappeared and rubbed my face. Her uneasiness seemed to be infected to me. There was an inexplicable panic deep in my heart. It seemed that as soon as Beansa left, something would happen. Something terrible happened.

It's an illusion. After a while, the little junior sister will definitely come back and play with him, just like she did when she suddenly appeared before. Even if she goes back to the mainland to pick mushrooms for her baby sister, she will do the same.

I came back to my senses, looked at the bag of mushrooms, and smiled bitterly.

This bag must weigh dozens of kilograms, right? If I really eat it, I'm afraid my life will have to be dealt with here.

Throw it away secretly? No, how could I let down my junior sister?

How about... give it to the Demon King's army, one or two per person, and they can be divided in the blink of an eye. I thought of this crooked idea with some guilt.

After all, although I have always said that it is a devil-level mushroom, I mean it in terms of taste and mental impact, and it is not poisonous. If an ordinary person eats it, it will probably die. If an adventurer eats it, it will only be broken into pieces. I don’t want to think about that smell. Sister An is giving you a "Ah~~~" feeling like feeding.

Referred to as heavy flavor.

Very good, I decided happily to have a big dinner for the whole army another day, and then lied that everyone was drunk. Anyway, the memory will be fragmented, and no one will remember that this is his masterpiece, hmm.

I was carrying the mushrooms, and all the previous entanglements disappeared, and I was even a little happy. Sure enough, it was the happiest thing to pass on my misfortune to others.

However, I still feel a little reluctant to let go of my junior sister.

The melancholy in my heart didn't last long. It wasn't that I didn't want to, but that I no longer had the leisure time.

As early as a few days ago, news came from Akara that the Angel Clan has agreed to send people to help us. This is not surprising. If even Akara takes action, plus the chief matchmaker of the three realms and the easy-to-talk Fifth Master, we can't do it. That's what's wrong.

Of course, my fantasy of the Fifth Master personally taking action is just a fantasy after all, and it is impossible to happen. Akara told me that the angel clan will send a four-winged angel by then, although it is not as good as the Fifth Master. But just the word "Four Wings" is enough to look down upon the entire alliance and find no rival.

Thanks to this help, even adventurers who usually talk about angel conspiracy theories can no longer find any reason to gossip.

This four-winged angel will arrive in the next few days.

Of course, this is not the reason for my busyness. The other party is a noble angel. If we hold a grand welcome party with gongs and drums and banners, it will only be counterproductive, and the other party will not stay for too long. If everything goes well, he will probably just Once he arrives, he will carry out the action non-stop. In the end, no matter whether he succeeds or fails, he will not continue to stay on the Holy See Hill.

This is the world of hell. The more powerful an angel is, the faster his power passes. The longer you wait, the more dangerous you will be.

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