The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Chapter 458: the name of the past

The thumb gently rubbed the thin knuckles, and Peter Pan's eyes were slightly obsessed.

He was sitting in the empty and depressing "Throne Hall", the spiritual center of the entire "Midnight Paradise". In front of his eyes, various lights, shadows and colors were constantly changing.

He had just witnessed the process of two Queen-level teams knocking out the strongest King-level team.

At this time, in the picture, Sean Dickinson supported his hat and pocketed the platinum cufflinks he had just harvested.

He was so calm, as if he had just defeated an explorer of the same level.

At this time, Peter Pan's eyes focused on the male mask of "The Last Dance"...

From the beginning, he felt that the explorer was somewhat "different".

Unexpectedly, he was able to reach the final tiebreaker.

For his previous performance, the Lord of the Spirits is very satisfied, so he is also looking forward to the final scene - the rupture of their small league, and even the mutual harm within the team...

There was a frenzy of anticipation in his eyes: "Go on...

"Give me some more fun!"

In a scene that Peter Pan did not pay much attention to, it can be seen that the velvet-textured curtain is fading a little bit.

There was also a winner and loser among Fagar Taylor and the Dollins three siblings.

At this time, although it can't be seen directly, Sean and others have already sensed it...

It was not Father Taro who came out, but the three brothers and sisters who still had enchanted expressions.

The tall figure in the priest's robe fell into a pool of blood at this time.

There was a sharp weapon stuck in his abdomen, and he was out of breath due to the loss of blood.

Olivia Wind Chime and Moonlight 1902 both closed their eyes.

Sean's cheeks bulged, and his sharp eyes quickly turned to the double door leading to the "Throne Hall"——

They must confront Peter Pan asap!

With grief and indignation, a group of people walked through the corridor, pushed open the door, and entered the hall.

On the high throne, the Lord of the Spirit, waved his hand to erase the picture in front of him, and looked at the group of people who didn't seem to plan to continue the final game.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, with his hands open, with a somewhat puzzled expression on his face: "What are you doing here to find me?

"I said the last surviving team is the champion - you still have two teams left!"

Obviously, Sean and Max have no intention of attacking each other. Seemingly unable to read the atmosphere at the moment, Peter Pan straightened up, spread his hands and said, "What the **** are you thinking?—Champions cannot be shared.

"I don't care how strong your alliance is. If you want to decide the final champion, you must solve each other, or be solved by the other party."

There was some kind of conjecture in his heart, and the master of the spirit stood up and frowned suspiciously: "Seriously, do you think that a pure gold statue is not enough?

"Want to sit on the ground and raise the price? What else do you want?"

Max raised his hand and pointed at Peter Pan, his voice still hoarse: "I want, your life."

The boy in black was stunned.

The entire spiritual world seemed to fall into silence along with Pan.

Peter Pan lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face.

Then, the whole spirit room began to tremble slightly.

Moonlight 1902 realized: Peter Pan was about to get angry.

He had to raise his hands slightly, on guard for the impending fury...

Then, Pan suddenly raised his head:

"Hahahahaha..."

The Lord of the Spirits laughed out loud, and his laughter echoed throughout the throne room.

"Hahahahaha..."

In this unbridled laughter, Sean and the others were silent.

After a while, the laughter finally subsided.

Peter Pan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "This year is almost over--

"However, I just heard the best joke of the year!"

At this time, the three Dollins siblings also appeared behind Peter Pan with smiles on their faces.

With a residual smile, the idea of ​​Paradise turned to Sean's direction: "What about you, The Last Dance?

"Are you here to kill me too?"

Sean was silent—conflicts could break out at any time, but this stalemate was just the time for all of them to restore the spiritual power brought by smelling salts.

Peter Pan showed a slightly contrived surprised expression: "My God, it really is!"

I learned that on the opening day of the park, the two teams that broke through many difficulties and reached the finals, their goal is not the grand prize but themselves...

Peter Pan didn't show any anger at all, but a fresh and exciting look appeared on his face.

His pretentious tone made Sean wonder if he had already seen the clue.

From the beginning of his confrontation with Peter Pan, Sean knew one thing well: as the master of this spiritual world, Peter Pan could manipulate the entire spiritual world at any time and launch a miracle-like super-standard attack on himself and others... …

But, even after the showdown, he didn't do it—

The hostility did not create a sense of crisis in his heart, on the contrary, it made him feel fresh, interesting and exciting with a twisted mind!

And these are exactly what he wants!

Apparently, he sees "fun" in front of him, not "crisis".

"Sure enough..." Sean stared at the black-clothed boy standing at a high place, "There is no clause in the admission agreement to protect himself, it really is because he was expecting such a thing to happen..."

Seemingly waiting for all this for a long time, Peter Pan clapped his hands quite contentedly, and said, "That's it, the purpose of all of you coming here is me!

"Then what are you for? What do you want by killing me?" As if not wanting to miss any of the fun in this precious "dramatic moment", Peter Pan rubbed his hands together and asked the question in a dislocated state of mind, in the air Inexplicably full of absurd atmosphere.

Maintaining communication is beneficial to recovery, Sean said deliberately: "My purpose is very simple - I ask you to release all the souls imprisoned here, dissolve Midnight Paradise, promise never to deprive any soul of freedom again, and follow I'm going back to the Quest Association to be judged...

"If you can do that, I think we can avoid a conflict."

Sean naturally didn't expect Peter Pan to actually agree to such a condition - he was just creating a topic and delaying the time when the conflict broke out.

Hearing what Sean said, Peter Pan was almost about to laugh, and made a voice that couldn't help laughing.

As if feeling a little rude, he cleared his throat and tilted his head.

Then, his eyes turned to the remnant Max: "What about you? You are also a 'white knight' like this gentleman, a messenger of justice and justice?"

The burning mask shook his head: "To be honest, I don't care what happens here...

"That's none of my business.

"What I'm trying to say is," Max pointed to Peter Pan, "Pan, we know too much about your past..."

"The name 'Peter' doesn't belong to you at all.

"I ask you to return this name to his original owner."

Peter Pan, who had always maintained a teasing attitude, suddenly changed his expression.

His face was filled with uncontrollable surprise: "You are..."

"Mike Downes?!"

With an expression of disbelief, Peter Pan's eyes rolled back and forth, as if he was retrieving long-lost names from his memory.

"Your two teammates... are Faye Rachel and Holly Carter??"

Moonlight looked at Max in confusion, and then at the demigod on the throne——

He found that Peter Pan's expression at the moment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was rather a little panic than surprised.

But at this moment, the remnant soldiers seemed calm and calm: "That's right, Pan.

"Looks like you're not crazy enough to forget the past...

"Here we are, little one..." The figure of Foley and Holly appeared behind the remnants of the annihilated legion, like a lingering old hatred, "We want to take back the name 'Peter'...

"Get back those lost lives."

Take the name "Peter" back?

Take back those lost lives?

Moonlight and the others were full of doubts, while Sean's eyes were deep.

Because of having read the black diary, the New Testament reporter followed the client back to that memory...

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