This is a man with black hair, wearing a black suit. He looks very young, but exudes a mature temperament. He is also very handsome, and he can be very charming when necessary, but at the moment, he is just showing off.
With a lazy face, he yawned and rubbed his messy hair out of boredom.
Vincent seemed to be waiting for something. He looked at the sky, and his sight soon stopped in the northwest corner of the sky. There was a cloud there, a solitary cloud, which looked so special and bright in the sunset.
As time passed and the sun set in the west, the cloud gradually expanded to the east and west, forming a long and narrow line of haze in the sky, which looked like a row of shoals hanging upside down in the sky.
As night falls, the wind gradually stops, and the calm sea turns dark purple, until a dark red crescent moon climbs into the sky, casting a hazy red layer over it.
"You came too early." Simon's voice suddenly sounded from behind Vincent.
Vincent did not look back, nor was he surprised at all: "Time is the most indispensable thing for us. Waiting is also a kind of relaxation."
"The teacher's words are always very philosophical." A childish voice came. The speaker looked like a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. He was also wearing a black suit and trousers, and his appearance could be described as delicate.
He is handsome, with those exquisite facial features that even women might be jealous of.
"Hehehehe... He is just staring at the sky in a daze, but he still pretends to be artistic... Hehehehe..." Woody's obscene laughter also appeared at this moment.
"Hoo ho..." There was laughter again, and a short, fat, penguin-like guy appeared near the four of them, "Vincent, Woody, Simon, Sid." Mr. You's gaze
He scanned the faces of the four people one by one and said, "I am really honored to see all four of you together again."
"Cough...cough...if you are not really honored, don't say that." A sickly young man appeared on the sea like a phantom and said to Mr. You.
Beside him, there were two other shadows, also in a floating state, standing on the surface of the sea.
"Didn't death come again?" Simon cast his cold gaze on the three figures.
Plague replied: "You know, he has absolute confidence in the target of his bet, so he doesn't pay attention to it at all." He covered his mouth and coughed twice: "After all... he chose the [Sky-Swallowing Ghost]
Xiao】Ah.”
"Hehehe...you mean we have to pay more attention to the cards in our hands, right..."
A woman next to Plague interjected: "The fact that you let Feng Bujue acquire psychic weapons proves this, doesn't it?"
"Hehe... You seem to be very dissatisfied, Lord Disaster..." Woody smiled sinisterly.
"I have already dealt with this matter." Simon interrupted them to prevent the two guys from starting a fight over a disagreement: "It was resolved the day after Mr. You staged that farce. So, there is no need to
Let’s argue again.”
What Simon was referring to was naturally the script in which Feng Bujue met K3 Hematie. It was the first team survival mode script that Feng Bujue arranged after Death Questions and Answers. As a result, he encountered an almost impossible character in theory.
Derivatives that may have been encountered many times. Obviously, this is controlled by someone behind the scenes... And Feng Bujue's loss in that script is also obvious to all. He returned to the state before liberation almost overnight. This is why he gained psychic powers prematurely.
The price of weapons.
"Don't mention those things in the past anymore." Vincent continued Simon's words and said: "Let's get down to business."
"The business is that the person you selected has already understood [Soul Intent]." Zhan Zhan, who was standing on the other side of the plague, said, "This progress is too fast."
Woody smiled obscenely: "Hehe... the guy chosen by your plague brother has just passed level 30. The summoning specialization has reached B level. Don't you think this is too fast?"
Zhan Zhan's eyeless eyes suddenly appeared: "Don't change the subject, Woody, you know it's different."
"Ah... I always feel like there's going to be a quarrel..." I don't know why. As Sid spoke, he hugged his arms and trembled: "I hate quarrels the most..."
Mr. You stood aside, watching the four scoundrels from hell and the three knights of the apocalypse at war with each other. On the surface, they were calm, but in their hearts, they were gloating about their misfortune, hoping that these gangsters would turn against each other and start a fight.
"Master Zhan, you are right." Unexpectedly, these words came from Vincent himself: "My people, the time to master [Soul Mind] is too early... This may not be a good thing." He paused.
After a moment, he added: "However, what has happened has already happened and is irreversible. How to solve it is what we need to discuss."
"Hey hey hey... If you say that, you must have found a way to satisfy everyone?" Woody obviously knew Vincent very well.
"My people will not be able to play the game in the next forty-eight hours of real time." Vincent said: "Is this level of concession okay?"
He looked around for a week, but no one spoke. Then, he continued: "If there is no objection..." He glanced at Plague: "Master Plague, would you like to go for a walk?"
Plague bowed slightly and said with a smile, "I'm happy to oblige."
Vincent added: "But you must also agree to one condition."
"It sounded like a dangerous deal..." Mr. You immediately smelled a conspiracy.
"At this moment, except for Simon, who has never placed a bet, the six people you selected can just play a killing game, right..." Vincent smiled evilly: "My request is very simple.
, let them have a fight.”
"Hmph... So that's the condition." Zhan Zhan was the first to sneer: "It's just what I want... My chess pieces won't lose anyway."
"I'm also happy to accompany you." Calamity continued.
"Since the teacher said so..." Sid usually would not object to Vincent's opinions.
Plague and Mr. You looked at each other and shrugged: "Since no one objects..."
"Hehehe... It sounds like it will be very interesting..." Woody smiled sinisterly: "But is this really good?" He turned to look at Vincent: "A game between masters, a fight to the death beyond the limits.
, maybe it will make them stronger... Hehe... This is not good for you at all." The lenses of his glasses were still filled with white light, and no one knew what his expression was like at this moment: "What on earth are you doing?
...What do you want to see from this battle?"
Vincent did not answer Woody, he just faced Simon and said leisurely: "Mr. Referee, what do you think?" (To be continued...)
