Apostle cosplay

When a person is killed, he will die, but the murder weapon cannot be blamed.

Tiana made up her mind to practise hard, because she heard that when her strength was restored to a certain level, she could use the Futa technique, but she didn't mention how many Istars would be restored.

"Master, the rabbit ear lady in front is so familiar."

It was a slapstick, and Istar wouldn't delay doing business. After comparing the rabbit ears in front of her with the person in Tiyana's memory, she immediately learned her identity.

Avalanche Rabina's sister, the town mascot of the Kunik tribe, Min Tai.

Istar can read most of the knowledge in Tijana's memory. Although there is only knowledge, it is enough to stain the originally pure goddess.

"Would you like to go up and take a look."

Istar eagerly said, she knew that Min Tai was an important NPC.

"Go." Tiana walked up without hesitation.

"By the way, people's rabbit ears are hat decorations. Don't look at her with that bad idea or look."

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It’s said that there has been a bit of complaints recently. Is it well written or everyone doesn’t like to watch such chapters that focus on plots.

In addition, I will explain here about Istar and the protagonist.

Some people think that the protagonist should not be angry with Istar, and that painting the moon is not worth the protagonist.

But the painting of the moon is real and tangible. The protagonist does not need reason to like her. To like it is to like it. The same reason that Istar likes the protagonist. Istar is himself for the protagonist, and objectively speaking, the same is true.

The protagonist is angry because Istar uttered an insult to the person he likes, which is unacceptable to anyone. For Istar, it is already on the protagonist’s face not to shoot his rival to death. The ugly words are taken for granted.

Everyone will change, it can't always be the case, the personality is different, you can adjust it slowly.

Chapter 129

"You want to enter the Wannian Snow Mountain?"

Min Tai's face was full of unbelievable expressions, his little head shook like a rattle.

"No, no, it's too dangerous there, Brother Rabina dare not go too deep, your adventurers are too weak."

Tiana smiled slightly, noncommittal.

"We have been recognized by the Bantu people, and we have the ability to protect ourselves in this snowy field." Huayue stepped forward.

"That just means that you can survive. Even if you have unlimited lives, the Wannian Snow Mountain is still too dangerous for you. Only Buwanga dares to stay deep in the snow mountain all year round."

Min Tai resolutely refused to help everyone, and how the three people persuaded her was tight-lipped.

"No matter, maybe our level is not enough."

Tiana left with the other two people helplessly. No matter what, the level is always the hard currency representing the strength of a player, and it has always been this way before entering the era of "full level is the beginning".

"If we can't enter the Wannian Snow Mountain, we can only kill some monsters on the periphery to level up."

Huayue shook the hilt of the sword in the handshake, reluctantly.

Wasn't the snowfield outside the wall so famous?

But if you can't kill you, you can also disgust your existence.

"I made a mistake, but that's the only thing now."

Tiana sighed.

Going back to the Principality of Mar is indeed the best choice, but Tiana doesn't want to take the lead.

"Come here first today, I'll go out to buy some ingredients and come back to cook."

The other two readily promised.

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[Good health, goodbye]

As soon as the door of the game experience warehouse was opened, Tiyana stretched out her hand to grasp it, and the surging apostle power gushed out, condensing a figure in the void in front of her.

Tiana began to learn various techniques of using power under the guidance of Istar. This phantom is her biggest achievement in the past few days.

The phantom gradually stared, and finally fell to the ground quietly like a real person, without making a sound.

"It's a pity that you and I are too weak, can only condense projections, and cannot interfere with reality."

Istar's voice came from the mouth of the phantom, she was a living person by looking at her appearance, but both knew that this was just an illusion, and she would be exposed whenever she touched the real thing.

"At the end of your cultivation, creating the world is just a matter of thought for you."

Tiana opened her hand, apparently not yet used to her sudden ability to surpass ordinary people.

After a while, Tiana crawled out of the game experience warehouse, sorted out her clothes, and turned her head to see the ancient painting staring at the two of them.

The three people present have lived together in a real sense.

The relationship was confirmed that day, and Tiyana was able to lie down on the bed of the ancient painting, and even moved the experience warehouse.

"Good morning, senior sister."

The two regard each exit from the game as morning.

"Good morning." The ancient painting stepped forward and touched Tiyana's head and opened her messy bangs.

"I'll go out to buy ingredients, senior sister, please tidy up at home."

"Be careful."

"It's just the supermarket downstairs."

Now let alone ordinary people, even if someone took a pistol, Tiana couldn't hurt her, and she didn't have enough to show her to catch the bullet empty-handed.

But letting a "little girl" go out alone is an individual uneasy.

In ancient paintings, I can’t bear to see Tiana putting a tiptoe stool in the kitchen every time she cooks. However, Istar and Tiana strongly resist this person who can make a "black hard substance" in reality. The horrible humans enter the kitchen.

"Ista going together, I heard that a new batch of goods has been put in the supermarket."

"No, I'm at home, don't go too far."

Tiana was a little surprised but didn't think too much. The projection could not be too far away from the body, but there was nothing wrong with this street. What she was curious about was that Istar, who was always fresh in seeing everything, actually gave up the rare opportunity to go out.