Dark room, group of five!

Everyone is silent, and the pin drop can be heard!

The cheerful atmosphere is gone? Dihua's breath is completely empty?

Behind all kinds of abnormalities, is it the distortion of human nature or the degradation of morality?

What is the untold story behind it?

Welcome to the "Fourth Meeting of the United Front Against Ye Mingyu", which will take you to appreciate the thinking of the wise and enter the life of the wise!

......

The gloom spreads in every inch of the air, and the feeling of decadence is like a maggot attached to the bones, and it is difficult to escape from the quagmire.

"We failed......"

"It's a mess of losing."

"I never thought that the evil Ye Mingyu would actually use the golden cicada's plan to get out of the shell!"

"Damn, how can there be such a sinister person in the world, we have obviously achieved an overwhelming victory on the local battlefield, but we are still ruined in the decisive battle!"

"It's all my fault, I didn't unite all the enemies of Ye Mingyu." The first phantom said bitterly.

Even through the hazy barrier, I couldn't see his expression clearly.

But from the tone, it can also be inferred that he is remorseful from the heart.

If there is a priest in front of him who listens to his sins, he will not hesitate to kneel down and confess.

"No, I don't blame you, it's just that the enemy is too cunning, and we can't get in touch with the fierce guys of the King of Angels." Three reassured.

Bang!

Number One slammed the table, a large crack spread on the table, and he said word by word:

"I can't let him continue to be arrogant, now, I'm going to take action myself! It's a showdown, I'm the first undead monarch, the current Hades of the underworld! ”

The mist on One's body was instantly undone.

Reveal your true face under the mist.

In the scorching green ghost pupils, a dusty soul-taking soul suddenly appeared, carrying panic from pre-eternity.

It's the fear of death.

Inherited from primitive society to the present, it is still an emotion that still lingers in the corner of genes.

He stood proudly in front of the square table, the heavy pressure condensing into substance, and the killing intent caused the air around him to ripple.

"I'll kill him."

Leaving these words, the other four were in awe.

They stood silently and gazed in the manner of a gaze salute, as if watching the brave man who was crusading against the dragon.

One's grim face softened slightly.

"I'm leaving." He said.

Turning around, the Hades King's cloak flicked, and this personal object that accompanied him in many planes also showed its symbolic meaning at this moment - triumph.

One's figure vanishes into the dark room.

And somewhere in this universe, the sleeping king will finally awaken.

The so-called Hades, if he does not die for a day, he will be a king for a day.

"Will he succeed?" Two muttered.

In the oppressive atmosphere, the resistance seemed so thin and powerless.

It's like a piece of paper, beaten to pieces in ****.

"I don't know," sighed Three, "no one wants to fail, but failure always comes." ”

"Hey, it's rare that No. 1 is so serious, shouldn't he be more confident?" Number Four said slightly angrily.

This sentence is like a shot in the arm.

It was injected into the hearts of everyone present!

No. 4 continued: "Do you think that in fact, everyone overestimates Ye Mingyu, this guy may not be as strong as he imagined, he is very weak, so weak that we can crush us to death with one finger!" ”

"Why?" The first phantom said in a daze.

"If he's really that powerful, why don't you take it upon yourself to kill the Nameless Lord?"

No. 4 lifted his glasses, and the lenses reflected white light, "There is always only one truth, and I have already seen the ending!" He can't beat the Nameless Lord! ”

Everyone gasped.

They saw that Number Four was laughing, laughing maniacally!

Laughter echoed through the dark room, mingling with the echoes for an eerie shock.

"Number Four is right," Number Two snapped up.

He said very quickly: "All this time, we are likely to enter a state called 'Dihua'! In this state, we over-speculated on Ye Mingyu's strength, that is-"

Three stood up, slapped the table excitedly, and asserted:

"Number One can kill Ye Mingyu! We can win! ”

The atmosphere was ignited.

The flame of vengeance burns in the hearts of every man, and this flame summons the dawn and ignites the light.

It will also bring hope for a new era!

A perfect era without Ye Mingyu!

"The best way to overcome fear is to face it, and we can win—"

As soon as the words fell.

A door suddenly opened.

Number One burst out of the door, his face terrified, his cloak tattered, and his long, softly washed hair turned into a hedgehog-like exploding head.

The BGM suddenly solidified.

The atmosphere that had just been ignited died down.

"Number One, are you okay?" Four asked awkwardly.

"I... Too bad, I just had the idea of killing Ye Mingyu," Number One said in fear, "There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and I walked out of the dusty ice coffin, only to be slashed!" ”

"Just thunder?"

"No, the thunder contains the righteous qi of heaven and earth, it slashed me forty-nine times in a row, there is no time to breathe, each one is comparable to a forbidden spell, if it wasn't for running fast, I would almost die."

Number One slumped on the ground.

"Is this a coincidence?" The first phantom asked, puzzled.

"No," Number One shook his head, "as long as I have the idea of killing Ye Mingyu, the thunder will fall, this must be some kind of unknown spell!" ”

Number Four looked gloomy.

He understood that he had been wrong.

Ye Mingyu is actually very strong, he doesn't kill the Nameless Lord himself, just to make the event more interesting.

It's like a cat teasing a mouse, enjoying the process, not the result.

"This could be a spell beyond the forbidden spell." Number Four guessed.

"But we've stopped him from playing, how can he still comprehend forbidden magic?" Number Three said incredulously.

The first phantom was silent for a moment.

With his hands crossed and his elbows on the table, he mused:

"Comics, he also likes to read comics."

This sentence opened everyone's minds, and No. 2 doubted in fear:

"Could it be... This guy is actually learning the magic in the comics? It's impossible, those are obviously made up! ”

"No one stipulates that what you make up can't be cultivated." The first phantom said lightly.

"That is—"

"As long as we continue to let him read comics, we will die!"

"No, you have to stop him from reading comics!"

The first phantom looked at everyone's fighting spirit, smiled slightly, and said coldly:

"In that case, now, the united front against Ye Mingyu, the fourth meeting, began to discuss, how to break his dream of cultivating through comics!"

......

Unfortunately, sweet dreams are always one after another.

Ye Mingyu and the holy maiden sat on a bench, it is now the depths of winter, and the day after tomorrow is New Year's Day, and it is said that it will snow.

Cold air from the Western Wilderness Ice Fields seeps in to breathe.

He suddenly felt something itchy in his nose.

I think it's probably a friend who is thinking about himself.

I have already called Beiyao Maple Leaf, and I am safe and sound.

Seven generations of undead monarchs ran out of the tomb before they were resurrected.

Knowing that Ye Mingyu was with the Holy Maiden, he said to take care, there was something to do tonight, so he left first.

"It's okay not to accompany that girl?"

The holy woman leaned against Ye Mingyu, wrapped in a coat she had just bought from the store, and exhaled cold air as she spoke.

"She knows."

"Know what?"

"I'm a prodigal son with too much desire, even if I have a beautiful girl idol around me who has been with me for hundreds of years, I will accompany a homeless woman on the street for a spring dinner."

The saint pulled her scarf: "She's such a good girl." ”

"You're not bad."

Look at each other.

Both laughed at the same time.

The neon in the early morning flickered in the imperial capital, and there was a blur of light and shadow in front of him, confusing the prosperous years.