The Devil’s Cage

Chapter 1721: table manners

Chapter 1721 Table Etiquette

The voice is clear, but there is no emotional fluctuation, just like the expression of Qin Ran.

The pale, sorrowful monk is stiff and as if frozen.

The prophet who crashed and cried didn't cry again, but the sobbing in the whisper was even worse than the previous cry.

Two people who know quite a lot of secrets, watching Qin Ran standing in front of them, can only make some instinctive reactions.

As for more?

That is to hold back without shaking.

The monk who was dragged by the prophet and shared the vision of the ‘predictive’, he looked at the uninhabited, uninhabited wilderness, and the desperate bottom of his heart appeared.

Because he can see what the darkness is.

Not the darkness of nature.

It is not a common supernatural darkness.

There is ‘swallowing’!

Devouring all the horror.

The dark monster is lazy and proud, but does not hide his hunger, just like a high god, overlooking everything in the world.

And, disdain.

Biting his teeth, the monk did not bend down.

However, this is the limit.

When there was a glimmer of flame in the distance, the monk was simply sitting down on the ground.

In his big eyes, there was a lava demon.

Different from dark monsters.

This lava demon exudes a violent, chaotic atmosphere.

There is no real proximity.

He has already found that his heart has been polluted, and whispers of evilhood begin to appear in his ears.

Even more terrifying is...

He can't stop this change.

The monk finally knows why his friend collapsed and cried.

Death is inevitable.

There was bitterness on the face of the monk.

He struggled to sit up straight, hoping to be calm when death came.

He still wants to stand up if he can.

But the legs are a bit soft, it is really not sitting.

The lava demon is getting closer.

then……

Everything is gone.

He returned to the church again.

Behind him is a prophet who whispers sobbing, and he maintains a fairly decent sitting position.

There were no dark monsters in front of him, and there was no lava demon.

Only left, Qin Ran.

A young man who looks ordinary and indifferent.

But the more it makes the monks understand that the other party is terrible.

Evil god!

After experiencing death, but escaped the reincarnation, the evil spirit that wakes up again!

Recalling the darkness and flames in my mind, the monk is very sure of the identity of the young man in front of him. After all, no matter whether it is dark or flame, the evil atmosphere above can be determined without discrimination.

Hey, is this our end?

After the sigh of the mourner, he patted his friend's shoulder and tried to calm down his friend.

Then, as far as possible, he kept his body sitting on the ground straight and said:

"I saw your origins."

"I also understand your identity."

"One of the many departures."

"Or one of the debilitators."

"We can't ask for anything from you, don't dare to ask for anything, just ask you to follow the old contract..."

As I said, there was a dagger in the sleeves of the monk.

The dagger is not long, but it is not small.

The first blade is very wide, making it look like a kitchen knife.

The monk stalked his dagger to his heart and his voice became trembling.

"My soul will be your sacrifice."

"With you... enjoy!"

The weird dagger straightens down.

But did not pierce the chest.

With tears in his face, the prophet with his nose covered the wrists of the monk, and shook his head hard. The tears and nose were scattered in the patch of the monk, but on the clean robes.

Qin Ran took a step back.

I have seen something disgusting.

But it does not mean that I am willing to contact.

After staying at a safe distance, Qin Ran looked at the prophet.

"Your return, your recovery, I saw it."

"What you want to find, I saw it too."

"I want to make a deal with you."

The prophet prayed in a low voice.

See what I want to find?

Qin Ran flashed a suspicion in his eyes.

To be honest, he does not believe what the prophet in front of him sees, even if he sees something, he is scaring himself.

and……

Still scared.

However, this does not hinder Qin Qin to test each other.

"transaction?"

Keeping the voice of indifference, Qin Ran slowly asked.

"Yes, trading!"

"I will give you a message that will point directly to your opponent... that opponent is what you are looking for, right?"

Predicting the power of the house nodded, the residual snot was picked up, stuck on the robes of the monk, and pulled out a crystal clear but extremely sticky thread.

Qin Ran’s eyes were unconsciously shifted.

Then, I was surprised to find that the prophet in front of me seemed to know more than I expected.

At least you should know some secret things.

And the so-called 'opponent'?

Qin Ran did not think that the other party saw the ‘hacker’.

Not to mention that the layer of protection that the hacker himself set up for himself should not be found by an ordinary prophet. If it is so easy to find, the grave of the hacker is three meters high and wants to kill. The **** is really like a river, and it’s endless.

The protection of the ‘male city’ alone is enough to make the prophet in front of nothing helpless.

What's more, a person who just saw his ‘surface’ might have ‘see’ so much.

So why does the prophet say something like 'accurate'?

Very simple.

This is a speech.

If he is really described in the other's discourse, it is natural that there is no such thing as an enemy, and among these enemies, he must have the desire to remove it.

Under such a premise, it is not uncommon to say that he wants to find the other party.

Even, it can be said to be extremely accurate.

Although it is known to be fake, Qin Ran is happy to know the secret things that the other party knows.

Seeing Qin Ran nodded, the prophet was overjoyed.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Your opponent is hidden here!"

The prophet is still narrating.

But there was no sound coming out. I could only blame him for seeing his mouth one by one. It was like a fish that was thrown on the shore. The prophet himself did not feel it, and continued to say.

The monk monks apparently found it wrong.

As soon as he raised his hand, he caught the mouth of the prophet.

But it is late.

The sunlight outside the window became dim.

The shadow under the window became deep.

The bleak sunshine did not have the brilliance it deserved.

The deep shadows are a bit more cold.

Hey, hey.

A layer of frost began to appear on the ground inside the chapel. During the clogging of the sound, everything was distorted by the frozen sound. The table and chair were like a wrung towel. The candle and candlestick became the first. The oil and fat gathered together into a beach, and a humanoid figure condensed in it, emitting the smell of oil and fat.

The monks and the prophets have been frozen, and they cannot see it all at all.

Qin Ran is also in the ice, but his vision accepts all this.

Looking at this as if it was a world that lost color, his mouth was slightly upturned.

Not weird!

At least not ordinary weird!

Mixed with the power of extremely chaotic beliefs!

A **** like a book?

still is……

The guess at the bottom of my heart, let Qin Ran stand silently, waiting quietly for the other party's appearance.

The humanoid figure quickly condensed.

It came to the front of the monk.

"Stupid idiot!"

It is such an evaluation.

"Damn coward!"

After looking at the prophet, it said another sentence, and then looked at Qin Ran.

"The arrogant fool!"

"You never know who you are!"

"who is it?"

"of course……"

The humanoid that wants to respond to the subconscious, suddenly found out that something is wrong. It is subconsciously retreating, but it is slowed down. It should have been raised by the frozen Qin Ran, and the frost on the surface of the body is completely cracked. The palm of the hand pinched the other's neck, and the force was slightly applied. The other side used the wax to condense the neck and cracks appeared.

However, the humanoid-like counterpart did not have any panic, but instead gave a sneer.

The other person who should have been bound, his hands became a sword made of candles, and he stabbed Qin.

Then the other party was terrified to feel that amazing heat appeared from its neck.

Its body, with its arms re-melted again, is faster than condensation and does not know how many times faster.

then……

‘Candles’ began to evaporate!

Melting is not terrible, it can condense again.

But what if it is evaporated?

It is impossible to get the body again.

Immediately, the space at the bottom of my heart occupies its mind.

"Rain!"

"I will always hand over the 'key'..."

The shouts stopped abruptly, and the raging devil's inflammation drowned the other party. Qin Ran silently looked at the burning opponent. Even if a crystal ball appeared in the other body's body, floating in front of Qin Ran, Qin Ran did not care.

Until the other party really died.

Qin Ran looked at the crystal ball.

The crystal ball has a fist size, and it is printed with Qin Ran's figure.

【name:? ? ? 】

[Type: strange things]

【quality:? ? ? 】

[Attack power:? ? ? 】

[defensive power:? ? ? 】

【Attributes:? ? ? 】

[Special effects:? ? ? 】

【demand:? ? ? 】

[Can I bring out this copy:? ? ? 】

[Remarks:? ? ? 】

......

A series of question marks appeared in the eyes of Qin Ran, his brows were slightly wrinkled.

Obviously, his mysterious knowledge is unrecognizable or requires special knowledge recognition.

Under all the unknown, Qin Ran did not touch this crystal ball cautiously, letting the other side float there, and he looked at the monk and the prophet.

Black and white has receded.

The two people who were frozen and died were safe and sound.

The two saw Qin Ren again.

A body is stiff and a low sob.

Then, the pale bitter monk tried to sit up straight.

"I saw your origins."

"I also understand your identity."

......

Also as before.

The same.

There is no change in the look.

Even the special dagger was returned to the sleeves of the monk. When the other party took out the dagger, the prophet stopped again and said the words again.

The monster that was born from the candle once again began to condense.

Qin Ran raised his hand is a devil's inflammation.

The other party evaporated.

Another crystal ball floated in front of Qin Ran.

Then, the sorrowful monk, the whispering prophet, appeared again.

Qin Ran slightly frowned, went no more action.

After waiting for everything to finish the process, he raised his hand again with a demon's inflammation and evaporated the monsters that had not yet appeared.

The number of crystal **** suddenly became three.

Just like a satellite, three crystal **** surround Qin Ran.

......

Inexplicable void, watching the presence here, made a low-pitched and malicious laugh.

"Only three times!"

"This is a start!"

When the other party said, he laughed again.

The other party has not played this small game for a long time.

Suddenly appearing qualified people make the other party happy, and can't wait to wait, even some people do not care to pull the other into this small game.

After all, it hasn't seen such delicious food for a long time.

But it still has restraint.

A complete ‘table ritual’ will make the food more delicious and make it more reassuring.

So, it is waiting quietly.

Waiting for food to make a mistake.

The food that makes the mistake will be fermented.

However, gradually, it found that the food was a little different.

ten times!

Twenty times!

Thirty times!

The other party has not changed any of the goals and has been staring at the right choice.

"Humph!"

"Very cautious."

"But how cautious can this last?"

"You will eventually change your goals!"

“Just like the vows who have vowed not to harm the innocent priests, is that delicious snack on the first few times against the monks and prophets?”

"The hundred and one time?"

“Or the hundred and twenty times?”

"Don't worry, I will wait slowly."

Time passed by.

In the second hundred times of Qin Ran, when he continued to attack the candle monster, the predator could not sit still.

The candle blame does not appear out of thin air.

Table manners are not free to use.

All of this is the supply of power that needs it.

When a candle dies, its power consumes one point.

The table manners last for one second, and its power will consume two more points.

Must change it!

It thinks like this.

Then, a little force outside the 'table' was used.

Immediately, the black and white world began to change.

The fine scales appeared on the monk's body. His nails began to grow and his teeth became sharp. During the breathing, the monk became a armored monster.

Hey!

As soon as the monster turned back, he bit the prophet's head in half, and then began to swallow the prophet.

Flesh flies.

Broken bones.

Qin Ran looked at all of this. When the candle blame debuted, he raised his hand to see the devil's inflammation, and once again made the candle blame become steam.

"Why don't you shoot!"

"The monk is already a monster!"

"You should kill the monk before you!"

The growl echoed in the void.

The one who was unwilling was once again.

This time, it did not let the monk monks chew slowly, and then bit the dead prophet, and then rushed to Qinran. However, Qin Ran did not have any counterattack, and the dodge waited until the candle blame appeared, and a record of evaporation.

Even if the prophet became a monster at the same time, it did not change the choice of Qin Ran.

It is three hundred times later.

The existence of the void is silent.

It found that this qualification seemed to be somewhat different from what it had encountered before.

The weaker body tells it that this time the food is lost.

It sighed, lifted the hunt, and firmly remembered the look of the food.

It swears that it will never play with the other party again.

Then it is ready to leave.

Just before it looted the trace, it suddenly heard the sound of swallowing.

As long as you listen to the sound, you can feel that the other person is very hungry.

More importantly...

That is not it.