Thriller Paradise Chapter 258: Dangerous transaction

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 exudes a mature temperament. He is also very handsome, and he can be very charming when necessary, but at this moment, he just puts on a lazy face, yawns, and rubs the somewhat messy hairstyle boredly.

Vincent seemed to be waiting for something. He looked at the sky, and his gaze quickly stopped at the northwest corner of the sky. There, there is a cloud, a lone cloud, which looks so special and bright in the sunset.

Time passed, the setting sun began to sink, and the cloud gradually expanded east and west, forming a long and narrow haze in the sky, looking like a row of shallows hanging upside down in the sky.

As night fell, the wind gradually stopped, and the calm sea turned dark purple, until a dark red crescent moon climbed the sky and cast a hazy red on it.

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

Vincent did not look back, nor was he surprised at all: "Time is the last thing we lack. Waiting is also a kind of relaxation."

"Teacher's words are always very philosophical." A childish voice came. The speaker looked like a boy of sixteen or seventeen. He was also wearing a black suit and trousers. The appearance can be described as beautiful and handsome, and the delicate facial features may even be jealous of women.

"Hehehe...he just stared at the sky in a daze, but he still wanted to pretend to be art...hehehe..." Woody's wretched laughter also appeared at this moment.

"Ohhhhh..." There was another laughter, and a short, chubby, penguin-like guy appeared near the four of them, "Vincent, Woody, Simon, Sid." You The husband’s eyes swept across the faces of the four people one by one, "It’s really an honor to see the four gathered together again."

"Ah...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 are two other shadows, also in a state of vain. Standing on the surface of the sea.

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

The 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... he chose [ Heaven-swallowing ghost] Ah."

"Hehehe...You mean, the cards we have in hand, it takes more effort, right..."

A woman beside the plague interrupted at this moment: "You let Feng Bujue get a psionic weapon, doesn't it prove this?"

"Hey...you seem to be very dissatisfied. Famine Lord..." Woody smiled sinisterly.

"I've already dealt with this matter." Simon interrupted them so that the two guys didn't agree with each other: "The day after Mr. You finished the farce, it was settled. Therefore, there is no need to argue."

What Simon was referring to was naturally the script in which Feng Bujue encountered K3-Red Iron. That was after the death question and answer. Feng Bujue ranked the first team survival model book, and as a result he encountered a derivative that was almost impossible in theory to encounter multiple times. Obviously, this was controlled by someone behind the scenes... and Feng Bujue's loss in that script was obvious to all, returning to the state before liberation almost overnight. This was the price of his premature acquisition of psionic weapons.

"Those things in the past, don't mention them anymore." Vincent continued with Simon's words and said: "Let’s talk business."

"The business is, the person you choose. Has understood [soul]." The war on the other side of the plague said: "This progress is too fast."

Woody smiled wryly: "Hey...The guy selected by your plague brother has just passed the 30th level, and the summoning specialization has reached the B level. Isn't that too fast for you?"

The war's eyesless eyes flickered: "Don't break the subject, Woody, you know it's different."

"Ah... I always feel like arguing..." For some reason, Sid was talking, holding his arm trembling: "I hate arguing..."

Mr. You was on the side, watching the four knights of the **** and the three knights of the Apocalypse rattling, on the surface, he was calm. In my heart, I was gloating for misfortune, wishing this gang turned around.

"Master War, you are right." Unexpectedly, this sentence came from Vincent's own mouth: "My man, the time to grasp [Soul Will] is too early...This is not necessarily a good thing. "He paused. He added: "However, it has already happened and it is irreversible. How to solve it is what we want to discuss."

"Hehehe...you say that, there must be a way to satisfy everyone?" Woody obviously knew Vincent well.

"My people, I cannot play games in the next forty-eight hours in real time." Vincent said: "Is this level of concession okay?"

He looked around for a week, no one spoke, and then he continued: "If there is no objection..." He glanced at the plague: "Master plague, you go take a trip?"

The plague leaned slightly and said with a smile: "I am happy to help."

Vincent said again: "But, you all have to promise me a condition."

"It sounds like a dangerous transaction..." Mr. You instantly smelled the conspiracy.

"Here and now, with the exception of Simon, who has never placed a bet, the six of you can make a killing game, right..." Vincent smiled evilly: "My The request is simple~IndoMTL.com~ let them play a game."

"Huh...it turned out to be such a condition." The first person in the war sneered: "It's just what I want...I won't lose my chess piece anyway."

"I am also happy to accompany you." Misfortune continued.

"Since the teacher said so..." Sid usually wouldn't object to Vincent's opinion.

Plague and Mr. You looked at each other and shrugged: "Since everyone is not against..."

"Hehehe... it sounds interesting..." Woody smiled: "But, is this really good?" He turned to look at Vincent: "The game between masters, beyond the limit The death fight of, may make them stronger... Hehe... For you, this is not the slightest benefit." There is still a piece of white light on the lens of his glasses, no one knows how he looks at the moment: "In the end... 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. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) Recommended tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)