Temple.

After the square face of the return group, Demos "chat" with a member of the Iron Blood Camp and a member of the Kongming lantern team respectively. The process was not pleasant, and both of them were stirred up with intense emotional fluctuations by "fear". However, with the lessons of the square face, no one dared to overestimate one's ability to attack Demos.

But even so, Demos still deprived them of their lives on the grounds of "unhappy chatting".

The process is the same as when treating square faces - staring at the level passer for a few seconds, the level passer fell to the ground in fear and died of anger.

No one knows what method Demos used.

Is it like [Sphinx Mystery] that only he can hear a demonic voice in the heart of the level breaker?

Or did you use your special abilities to launch an invisible attack on the level breaker?

No one knows what Demos' "happy" standard is.

The more unknown, the more feared it is.

What's even more creepy is that as of now, the mortality rate of "chat" with Demos is 100%.

Chat = Death

No one said it clearly, but this equation subtly implanted into the minds of every level breaker through three living lives.

So when Moss chose a brother from the Tenth Society, he walked to the other side when he was the fourth person to chat with. The latter was tense all over, his calves were twitching, and he looked carefully, and there was a slight shaking that was not easy to detect.

This is the most realistic reaction when facing fear, especially fears related to life.

But Moss obviously doesn't like it.

He raised his hand without warning, and the cuffs of the black evening dress passed by the selected members of the Ten Society, leaving a dark afterimage with a cold wind in his eyes.

The members of the Ten Society took a big step back and instantly got close to Demos.

"What are you doing?" Moss was confused, and raised his hands and touched his blonde hair naturally, as if this was what he was going to do.

The members of the Tenth Society were both embarrassed and embarrassed: "I, I thought you were going to attack me..."

Moss stopped talking.

The dim light of the temple reflected on his face. The light was very warm, but he was cold.

The temple is cold, too.

The members of the Tenth Society swallowed and asked, "Don't you... want to see the biggest fear in my heart..."

Sooner or later, he would rather have to face it less of the torment of waiting.

Other passers-by understand this mentality, and even hope that Mos will be more happy. Since you choose, start chatting quickly and don’t torture it so much.

Unexpectedly, Moss shook his head directly: "Don't talk anymore, you have successfully made me lose all my interest in you."

The passers-by satisfied the expectation of "give me some pleasure" by passing the passers-by, and even skipped the "chat" session and headed straight for "death staring".

The moment the eyes met, the members of the Ten Society were stunned.

Before the others could react, Cui Zhan had already rushed out of the badge camp. As the stationery tree was accelerated, he rushed towards Mos like a shell: "Stop the fuck-"

He is the head of the dungeon team of Shishe and the leader of Shishe's passing this time. He lets him watch a brother being killed in front of him unless he steps on his body first!

"Bang--"

"thump."

The first sound was Cui Zhan hit Demos hard.

The second voice was that the members of the Tenth Society fell to the ground.

Cui Zhan didn't knock Mos down, but just stepped back a few meters with his body.

The members of the Ten Society were still dead.

"Ah--" Cui Zhan couldn't help but roared, his eyes were so bitter that he suddenly hugged Moss tightly with his arms, kicked his feet, and rushed towards a pillar of the temple at a speed that was enough to be crushed to pieces.

And he doesn't use running, it's more like gliding on ice, faster than [striking like flying]... It's his second-level stationery tree!

This formation and this speed were all intended to drag Morse to death.

Everything happened too suddenly.

The onlookers didn't even have time to think about anything. In just a blink of an eye, the figure that was hugging hit the pillar of the temple.

It is the one that Bai Luxi has sat on before.

"Bang--"

The loud bang of the impact made the entire temple tremble slightly.

At the impact of the pillar, gravel splashed everywhere and dust flew, and the two figures were swallowed up in an instant.

In the next few dozen seconds, the level-breakers could not see anything clearly, and could only hear fierce fighting sounds coming out of the dust and fog, occasionally with Cui Zhan's curse.

At most, the sound of fighting gradually weakened until it disappeared.

A slender figure slowly walked out of the gray fog, with a few more folds on the evening dress, and the light golden hair was a little messy, but overall it was elegant, and there was no anger on the face, and even a little joy and refreshment were revealed.

The dust settles.

Everyone saw Cui Zhan lying under the pillar behind Demos.

The man was lying on his face, his body was shattered, and he still had footprints, and his life and death were unknown.

At this moment, Demos suddenly turned back, returned to Cui Zhan, and kicked him in the shoulder with his toes: "Don't pretend to be dead. I'll change my mind temporarily, and I'll talk to you, the one with the badge, first."

Not dead?

The passers-by looked at each other. They chatted carefully before, but they all died one after another. They all took action directly, but were let go?

Of course they didn't want Choi to die, but Demos's behavior was completely logical, which made people collapse.

Cui Zhan was still lying there, motionless.

Demos frowned, and he stepped up the force, and kicked him a few more times: "Come on, let's have a happy chat."

The cheerful ending sound circled and circled in the temple, slowly dissipating.

Cui Zhan finally moved.

It took him more than ten seconds before he struggled to turn his body over, from lying on his back, and then said to Demos, who was condescending above, "Talk about your mom."

Demos: "…"

Other passers-by: “…”

The temple fell into a subtle silence.

The level-breakers could not guess Mos' expression at this moment through their backs.

But soon, they all heard Demos sigh at Cui Zhan: "It's a miracle that you haven't been beaten to death yet."

Then there was Team Leader Cui's response rhythmically: "I often worry about my charm, so you'd better kill me now, otherwise you'll kill you when I recover."

Demos laughed: "Don't shout and kill, stand up first and I'll take a look."

Cui Zhan was silent.

Obviously, his injuries made him unable to stand up in a short time.

The situation is one-sided.

Everyone knew in their hearts that the reason why Cui Zhan could still speak harshly with Demos was because Demos wanted to talk to him.

In the face of huge strength, there is never equality.

"Let me see what you fear the most..." Demos squatted down beside Cui Zhan, his tone was light, his enthusiasm was full of energy, and he calmly left the entire back to the nineteen passers-by over there.

If nineteen people come together, can they defeat Moss?

Tang Lin had the first thought, but after looking around, he had to stop.

At least half of the people have given up on the initiative to attack.

Demos left such a big gap, and they turned a blind eye, focused on his conversation with Cui Zhan, and tried their best to capture, analyze every sentence, trying to find the pass key from the only person who has not yet died.

There were only six people who looked at him - the monk with strawberry donut, whole wheat, 55 minutes, the white road slant of the white group, the fat man who returned to the hometown group, and the tiger who rose step by step.

Among them, the fat man Yue and the tiger in the mountains still accidentally met him. The former secretly greeted him with his eyes, while the latter smiled shyly, completely polite.

So the first four are the real militants.

Oh yes, and Van Peryang.

In the first second when Tang Lin started looking for potential collaborators, he expressed with a firm look that if you need it, I will do it, don’t look for others, it’s inefficient and troublesome.

Tang Lin didn't dare to look at him for a second time, for fear that the other party would misunderstand, so a [Good of Lazy Man] opened fire directly.

"Tsk," Demos, who had been peeking at Cui Zhan for a long time, finally spoke out, but was full of disappointment. "I thought you would give me something interesting... I was afraid that I would be trapped here forever, so I would not have time to support my parents in their old age and see them off?"

Without any scruples, he shook off the secrets in the hearts of the passers-by and sneered: "It's extremely boring."

The passers-by have different expressions and complex eyes.

"Is it boring?" Cui Zhan laughed, accidentally touched the wound on his body, coughed for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice, "If you have no father, mother, no one to raise, no one to teach, I forgive you... If you have parents, then I will be really sad for them. I have raised a wolf with a white-eyed eye for so many years."

A dangerous light flashed through Demos's eyes: "..."
To be continued...