In the evening, on a deserted beach.

A figure appeared without warning.

This is a black-haired man in a black suit. He looks very young, but he exudes mature temperament. He's also handsome and can be charming when necessary, but at the moment, he's just putting on a lazy face, yawning and rubbing his hair in a messy way.

Vincent seemed to be waiting for something. He looked up at the sky and soon stayed in the northwest corner of the sky. There is a cloud, lonely cloud, in the sunset appears so special and bright.

With the passing of time and the setting sun sinking, the cloud gradually expands to the east and west, forming a long and narrow haze in the sky, which looks like a row of upside-down shallows.

As night fell, the wind stopped gradually. The calm sea became dark purple until a dark red crescent climbed into the sky and covered it with a hazy red.

You came too early. Simon's voice rang abruptly from behind Vincent.

Vincent did not look back or wonder: Time is the least important thing we need. Waiting is also a kind of relaxation."

Sensei always have a philosophical talk. A voice with some childish voice came. The speaker looked only a teenager of sixteen or seventeen years old. He was also wearing black suits and pants. His appearance was so beautiful and handsome that even women would be jealous of his delicate facial features.

Hehehe He's just staring at the sky but pretending to be literary Hehehe Woody's frivolous laughter also appeared at this moment.

Whoop There was another laugh, and a short, plump, penguin-like fellow appeared near the four, Vincent, Woody, Simon, Sid. Mr. You's eyes swept over the faces of the four people one by one. It's a great honour for me to see you four gather together again.

Cough Cough If you're not really honoured, don't say that. A sick young man appeared on the sea as a phantom said to Mr. You.

There were two other shadows beside him, standing on the surface of the sea in an empty state.

Didn't Death come again? Simon cast his cold eyes on the three figures.

Plague replied, You know, he has absolute confidence in his betting target, so he doesn't pay attention at all. He covered his mouth and coughed twice: After all Who he chose is [The Valiant Ghost Devouring Heaven]."

Hehehe You mean, those pawns of us have to work harder, don't they?

A woman next to Plague interrupted at this time and said, Didn't you gave Feng Bujue spiritual weapon prove that?

Hehehe You seem very unhappy, Lord Famine Woody grinned insidiously.

I've dealt with it. Simon interrupted them in order to avoid any disagreement between the two guys: The day after Mr. You finished the farce, it was settled. So there's no need to argue anymore.

What Simon meant, of course, was the script that Feng Bujue encountered K3-Hematite. That was the first team survival model that he had unknowingly arranged after the Death Talk. As a result, he met a derivative that was virtually impossible to encounter many times in theory. Obviously, it was manipulated behind the scenes The loss of the script is obvious to all, almost overnight, back to the pre-liberation state, which is the price of his premature acquisition of psychic weapons.

Don't mention those past things anymore. Vincent went on to Simon and said, Let's get back to business.

The business is that the person you choose has already realized [Spiritual Mind]. War, on the other side of Plague said, It's going too fast.

Woody grinned trivially: Hehe Your Plague brother's chosen fellow has just passed the level of 30, but his summoning specialty is level B, is that not too fast for you?"

The motionless eyes of War suddenly flashed: Don't escape what he said, Woody, you know it's different.

Ah I feel like you are going quarrel" Somehow, while speaking, Sid shivered with his arms in his arms: I hate quarrelling

Mr. You was there, looking at the Four Villains of Hell and the three of Knights of Apocalypse fighting in word. On the surface, he was silent, but in his heart he was glad to see the fight. He wished these guys would start to fight really.

Lord War, you're right. Unexpectedly, this sentence came from Vincent's own mouth: My people, it's too early to grasp [Spiritual Mind] This is not necessarily a good thing. He paused for a moment and then said, But things have happened, and they can't be reversed. How to solve it is what we need to discuss."

Hehehe If you say so, there must be a way to satisfy everyone." Woody obviously knows Vincent very well.

My people will not be able to play in the next forty-eight hours of real time. Vincent said, Is that a concession of this kind OK?

He looked around, no one said anything. Then, he followed, "If there's no against opinion" He looked at Plague."Lord Plague Would you mind?"

Plague bowed slightly and said with a smile, My pleasure.

But, Vincent added, You guys must make me a promise.

Sounds like a dangerous trade" Mr. You caught a whiff of the plot in an instant.

Here and now, with the exception of Simon, who didn't bet on the game, the six of you chosen would make a killing game, right Vincent smiled wickedly. My request is simple. Let them fight.

HumSo it is.? War sneered first: "That's just what I wantAnyway, my pawn will not lose.

I'd be happy to. Disaster followed.

Since sensei said so" Hid does not usually disagree with Vincent.

Plague looked at Mr. You and shrugged. Since no one against it

"HeheheSounds so fun" Woody grinned. But is that really good? He turned to Vincent. The game between the best, the death match beyond the limit, may make them stronger HeheIt won't do you any good anyway." The lenses of his glasses were still white, and no one knew what his expression was like, "What do you want to see out of this fight?

Vincent didn't answer Woody. He just looked at Simon and said, What do you think, Mr. Referee?"