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- She wouldn't want to know

The next day, Lord Death got up early. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info because he didn't sleep all night.

This is an incredible thing for Lord Death, because sleep is just as important as keeping him alive, and if he doesn't sleep for a long time, Lord Death will become depressed. It's no different from a slow death, so Lord Death has always hated staying up late.

Fortunately, Lord Death is used to staying up late, and once or twice once in a while is fine. So even if he didn't sleep for a day, he still looked like normal. But for Lord Death, "almost" isn't enough.

Neither what he was going to do later, nor what he promised Mistress Luna was something he could afford to be careless about. Only by maintaining a certain mental state can he have greater confidence to accomplish these two things.

So the insomniac-stricken Grim Reaper sat quietly in the center of the hall after drinking milk and eating breakfast, and directly dropped his work for the day. If you can't sleep, it's the same with meditation instead, as long as you do it right, you can actually get the same effect as sleeping, and the effect will be better than sleeping in a short time.

In the meditative state, all perceptions of Lord Death will be raised to their peak. And only in a meditative state is that Lord Death doesn't need to look at the sky to know the time. His body's clock and self-calculations were more accurate than a clock could read.

At half past eleven, Lord Death opened his eyes on time, twisted his neck, which had become stiff from holding one movement for a long time, and stood up, directly ending his meditation that lasted for more than three hours. After a long period of meditation, Lord Death adjusted his physical state to the peak of his current reach, and completely erased the small effect of insomnia. He doesn't keep his body in good shape all the time, because that will make him die faster. And when he needs to use it, he uses meditation to adjust.

The meeting began at twelve o'clock sharp, half an hour before now. And it doesn't even take ten minutes to get from here to there. But Lord Death still wants to get over sooner.

Occasionally, he would like to try to say that and change his role.

The Grim Reaper-sama in his intact state will change many habits, such as doing things leisurely or something. And Lord Death hadn't turned on this state for too long, so he had to take a little time to get used to it. So it took him half the time he expected to get to the meeting.

The theme of the twenty-fifth floor seems to be desert, even on the main block, there are large patches of earthy yellow at a glance, and it seems that most of the buildings are built with a mixture of sand and soil, with curtains and tents everywhere, and a layer of scattered fine sand on the ground. The subtle thing is that although the buildings look rather backward, the town is unusually lively. If you listen closely, the voice is player's, but it's more of an NPC's. A group of NPCs are happy to shout out what the players are tired of hearing.

Well, uncles and aunts are as enthusiastic as a fire.

The meeting took place in a large tent in the middle of the city, which Argo said had been rented by the commander, and that the price was not cheap. However, when Lord Death saw it, he felt that it was actually normal to be more expensive, at least the appearance of this big tent still looked quite magnificent, much better than staying outside and eating sand with his mouth open.

Walking into the tent, there is a large round table in the middle, surrounded by wooden benches, and there is no distinction between priority and priority. On the round table, there are maps to be used for the meeting, and all kinds of snacks, which seem to be prepared quite carefully. But the only thing that surprised Lord Death was that he wasn't the first to come. There was also a man sitting on the chair facing the tent door. Coincidentally, he still knew this person.

"Long time no see." Lord Death found a nearby chair and sat down, smiling at the man sitting on the "main seat", "Looks like the last time we met was a month ago, Tooth King. ”

"Goo...... Don't you always arrive after a meeting? When he first saw Lord Death, he subconsciously panicked, but he remembered that he didn't seem to have done anything recently, and he probably forgot what he had done, so he calmed down a little.

"I want to change my mood a little bit today, what's the matter, don't you welcome me?" Lord Death asked, tilting his head while knocking on the peanuts on the table.

"No, no, no, welcome, absolutely welcome." The Tooth King smiled reluctantly. He would never tell anyone that he had nightmares for two days after he heard that Lord Death had single-handedly wiped out the second boss. Any idea is nothing more than a joke in the face of absolute horror.

"That's good." Lord Death nodded, and ignored him. For Lord Death, the other party is not even a passerby, at most it is only to the extent that he can make Lord Death remember his name. And Lord Death remembers almost everyone who will impress him.

Time passed intermittently, and the members of the strategy team crowded into this small tent one after another. In fact, the chairs here are not enough for everyone to sit down, and those who can sit are only the heads of the guild or people with more status. The people who came in at the back had more or less an impression of Lord Death.,All in all, it's actually difficult for the strategy group to produce new people.,Most of them are old faces.。

However, Kirito didn't arrive, and Asuna didn't arrive. It's just that it seems that it has become customary for these two people to arrive at the end, and no one urges them, just waiting quietly. It may seem strange that a group of guild players are waiting for two solo players, but it's just the way it is. What impressed everyone was the convincing swordsmanship of the two. Their fighting posture is simpler than anyone else's, but more effective than anyone else's.

And these two people are also very few people in this group who can replace the front row responsible for anti-damage for a short time. That's a very high dodge rate that almost no one can do. This is perhaps one of the few advantages for solo players, who have a much higher dodge rate than the average player for the sake of efficiency - to save money on medicine.

At about eleven fifty-five o'clock, Kirito finally walked into the tent slowly, and at a glance he saw the Grim Reaper-sama who was still stumbling peanuts happily, and couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Why are you here?" ”

"Just in time." Lady Death stood up with a smile on his face, walked over to Kirito and patted him on the shoulder, "You can sit in my place, I'll go out for a walk." ”

Then, before everyone could react, Lord Death slipped out of the tent.

Kirito scratched his face and asked a little strangely, "What is he here for?" ”

"Alright, stop talking nonsense, sit down. He couldn't do much anyway. By 12 o'clock we'd officially start the meeting. The Tooth King unceremoniously interrupted Kirito's question, urging him to sit down.

Kirito frowned, but still didn't say anything, and sat down in that position according to the words of Lord Death.

He had a faint premonition in his heart that it was not good. This group of people swelled so fast that even Lord Death didn't look at it very much. If you go to the front with this mentality, you are likely to be in trouble. However, looking at the high morale of a group of people, Kirito couldn't say anything to pour cold water, so he had to be silent.

The atmosphere was not pleasant, and he could only hope that his allies would come soon. She always arrives at the venue on time and always says the same thing. So Kirito sank his heart and waited.

Lord Death guessed right. He knew very well that according to Asuna's character, he would not be the first to come, but he would be the last. When he knew that she wasn't the first to come, he sat there with peace of mind and waited until the end.

He was going to do something now, something he had never thought of and was afraid to do. He felt that maybe he could be self-willed once in a while, especially at this time. He is not completely sure that he will come back alive, so he can only increase the chips in his heart to make his desire to survive stronger, and he can explode everything he needs in a desperate situation.

Lord Death was silently stuck in a dead corner, not carrying his scythe or hiding it. The position he had chosen was quite subtle, and it was not visible from a distance, and it could only be seen when he walked into the tent. Because the streets of the city are so complicated, it was easy for Lord Death to find this location.

Lord Death closed his eyes and quietly counted the time, counting the minutes and seconds to reach twelve. When there were only ten seconds left, he silently opened his eyes and gently hugged the person in front of him.

"You're late, half an hour late." The Grim Reaper-sama said it as if he were reading a script.

"What, it's just on time." Asuna pouted, a little dissatisfied.

"It's late now." Lord Death smiled.

"It's all your fault, and you have to take responsibility." Asuna looked up, her eyes looking at Lord Death tenderly.

"Yes."

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! 】