If human beings are excited, they will show it through their demeanor and limbs, whether it is obvious or subtle, there are traces to follow. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hisoka is an outlier, and when his emotions flood into a river, he doesn't need to trace them, not to mention his demeanor and limbs, and the aura that spreads from his body through the amplification of mental power.

It's like... Hormones that have condensed into entities.

He never hides his posture when he is excited, he is never willing to suppress the outpouring of emotions, the kind that is provoked by desire... Interest, through the aura, is clearly expressed to Luo.

Around Hisoka, the contestants were like puppets manipulated by the line, following the established trajectory, behaving as they should, and moving away from Hisoka.

They didn't know what the so-called thoughts were, and what the aura that could render their emotions was, and at that moment, they only knew that Hisoka had become very dangerous.

They were able to perceive danger, not because they had a beastly sense, but simply because Hisoka magnified the aura of danger to the extreme.

For a brief moment, Hisoka's surroundings were emptied, and he was the only one sitting there, then looking at Law.

"It's disgusting..."

Nobunaga shuddered, because the aura that had swept over him was full of deformed emotions, but he only put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and then did not move.

March's thin eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her gaze at Hisoka gradually cooled, no matter how good the emotions in this aura were, she didn't care at all.

However, it was only mixed with malice, which she could not tolerate.

Because, this trace of malice is not aimed at her, but at Luo.

Chirping...

Her face was cold, and she quietly pulled out a thin line, and the winter-like killing intent was vented, only aimed at Hisoka.

March's reaction was aggressive, but it was the way she deserved.

Anyone who showed her fangs as a threat to those close to her, she would unceremoniously pull them out, even if she committed a heinous crime, like a tigress guarding her calf.

This kind of short-term protection is normal for people on Meteor Street.

For those who accept and agree, they will not care whether that person is right or wrong, they will not hesitate to stand on the same front.

Compared to March's aggressive performance, Sambika and Buhara were a little better, but their eyes were full of vigilance when they looked at Hisoka, and if Sisoka made any moves, they would definitely take action.

"Well, all of them are like that..."

Hisoka's eyes were bent to the extreme, and the tiny eyeballs reflected the figure of Luo and them, and they were trembling slightly.

He enjoyed the cold killing intent of Machi, the vague waiting of Nobunaga, and the minions of Sambika and Buhara that were exposed like vigilant little beasts.

These signal-like reactions were picked up by his nerves, which can be called antennas, so that there was a noticeable reaction in his lower body.

Among all of them, Luo was the only one who was so calm, and when he looked at him, the emotions revealed between his eyebrows and eyes were like looking at an inconsequential trouble.

Xisuo quietly watched Luo's reaction, and then slowly converged his aura, and the boiling emotions gradually calmed down.

He never suppressed his emotions, and even if he did, he had to find another outlet point.

It's not time yet...

He thought like this, so he restrained his aura.

If pleasure is to be found in Luo, not in this moment, not in this place now, but in a higher place above the head.

So, not only did he rein in his aura, but he even shifted his gaze to look at the boring battle in the sixteen rings below, as if what had just happened was an illusion.

Everything came so suddenly, and disappeared so strangely, like a psychopath.

Seeing that Hisoka was so inexplicable, Nobunaga's hand on the hilt of the knife slowly moved away, and the thread pulled out by Machi turned into telekinesis and disappeared, but the brows were still frowning, and Sambika and Buhara pressed the fluctuations of telekinesis on their bodies back into a state of entanglement.

The atmosphere that had been stirred for a moment returned to calm.

Luo, who was always calm, sighed softly, he felt that the contrast between Sisoka and before and after was more like a stormy calm.

However, now he is not afraid of this so-called storm, or rather, the presence of Hisoka no longer qualifies him to be vigilant enough.

To put it mildly, the current Xisuo may not even be able to reach half of An Tongmu's strength.

After all, Hisoka, and March, have not yet ushered in the period of rapid growth, and they still have a long way to go before the plot begins.

Seeing that Hisoka suddenly stopped, Law withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at March and Nobunaga, and asked, "You all signed up?"

"Hmm. March and Nobunaga nodded at the same time.

Luo rubbed the corners of his forehead and said, "You were infected by Wojin, right? He didn't come, but you came." ”

"Wojin is here too. Nobunaga gave a thumbs up and pointed to the passage behind him.

"What about the others?" said Law, looking at the entrance of the hallway.

"When I came, something happened at the registration office, I don't know why, those who were going to sign up were in a mess, and Wojin thought it was the way to sign up, so he ran to join in the fun. Glancing at the silent Sambica, March explained.

Not far away, Sisoka faced down in the ring, and a red arrow hung above his head, pointing at him.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the riot was caused by Hisoka's love of stretching and free, and they continued to talk.

"That guy is really..."Luo shook his head slightly, and then asked, "Is the group okay now?" You are so free, and you still came to sign up. ”

"I just ransacked the San Maria Museum some time ago, and now it's on vacation. Nobunaga scratched his cheek.

March suddenly knocked his elbow on Nobunaga's ribs, causing him to look at March in confusion.

Spider in action... It's finally begun.

Luo thought silently.

At this time, a familiar voice came from the entrance, it was Wojin.

He walked up from the entrance and shouted at them as he strode towards the meteor.

"Luo. ”

Wo Jin walked over, gave Luo a hug excitedly, and then let go, but threw his hands on Luo's shoulders, and said excitedly: "Come down with me to fight." ”

Luo angrily slapped off Wo Jin's hand and said, "Do you only have a fight left in your head?"

Wo Jin said seriously: "There is still food." ”

"Okay, let's wait until you finish the first game first, the contestants at the bottom are basically ordinary people, don't overdo it. Luo reluctantly reminded.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a cry of surprise in the hall, and followed the sound to see one of the sixteen rings below, on which Hisoka was standing, and his opponent was lying on the ground silently.

A playing card, embedded deep in the man's forehead.

The referee looked at Hisoka, who was playing with cards in his hand, and calmly took out the machine, typed out a note representing the pass, and handed it to Hisoka.

After getting the note, Hisoka did not go to the exit, but returned to the audience under the watchful eyes of the audience in the arena and came to Luo.

There was still a murderous aura left on his body, but his expression was calm.

March's reaction was provoked by Hisoka's again, and he stood beside Luo as if he was protective.

Luo's reaction was very flat, he looked at Hisoka, and suddenly asked, "Do you have enough playing cards on you?"

Hisoka was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Enough~"

"Well, give me a pair. Luo stretched out his hand to him, and suddenly reminded as if he remembered something: "There must be big and small ghosts." ”

Hisoka pinched his chin and wondered, "What do you want playing cards for?"

"Fight the landlord. Luo replied.