The High Evil Spirit has discovered that since its near-immortal abilities were discovered, it has been used more and more frequently, especially when the contract is changed and does not need to be spent, and its voice appears almost wherever there is danger.

Moreover, the High Evil Spirit was quite sure that if he could, its contractor would use it twenty-four hours a day.

"Stingy capitalists!"

"Cruel exploiters!"

"Ruthless slave owner!"

……

One adjective after another was crowned on Qin Ran's head by the high-level evil spirits.

Undoubtedly, such a description, if Qin Ran had the heart to check it, he would be able to see it clearly.

But!

The High Evil Spirits don't care.

Not only is it the other party's from the inside out, but it's also like a donkey and a horse, it's like this, don't you let it complain? Is there any reason left?

Of course, the High Evil Spirit knew better that it was very useful to its contractor.

With the character of the contractor, under the premise of being useful, the tolerance will increase.

But that doesn't mean there are no limits.

So, after complaining for a few words, the High Evil Spirit turned its attention to the matter in front of him.

Bait!

A plan to use Lore as a decoy, or more accurately, with Lore as a marker and him as a decoy.

As for whether they can lead the other party to appear, the high evil spirits have considerable confidence.

As long as the waiter III. does not appear with a hint of death, the other party will definitely appear.

Neither side has the slightest tolerance for traitors.

Especially when this traitor still has a certain identity and has quite a lot of information.

As for the waiter III. turned into a statue?

No one knows about it except it, its contractors, and the cowards around it.

"The strong always control the fate of the weak."

"Even in death, the weak have no choice."

Lore, who had been persuaded to no avail, let out a heavy sigh.

These days of frightened life is enough to make a strong man suspicious, not to mention that Lore is not a so-called strong man, he is just impulsive in reality to enter the huge city, just a rookie trial, let him recognize the reality, rather shrink on the edge of the steel chariot to survive.

Such a person, do you expect him to catch up?

Maybe it's possible.

But it has not yet appeared in Lore's body.

All he wanted now was to run back to his room and never come out.

Huge cities are too dangerous.

More dangerous than the dungeon world.

He'd rather die in a dungeon world than stay here any longer.

It's like a condemned prisoner on the execution ground.

When he pulls the trigger for the first time and the bullet does not shoot, he will be a little afraid of the rest of his life, but when he thinks of his identity and is about to usher in the second shot, it is the real despair, but what is even more desperate is that the second shot is still pulling the trigger and no bullet is fired.

If you give the other party a chance to speak, the other party will definitely cry and beg for a quick death.

"Death?"

"That's the greatest forgiveness."

"The scariest thing is ......"

"After you die, you have to come back to life and work for others."

After hearing Lore's exclamation, the High Evil Spirit pursed the corners of his mouth in disdain.

What is one death?

How many times has it died?

Pierced in the chest, beheaded off, beaten into a hornet's nest by bullets, and blown to pieces by bombs......

Scene after scene, pile after pile.

Did it exclamate anything other than dare to whisper a word or two?

It's hypocritical!

After commenting on Lore, the eyes of the High Evil Spirit looked around.

If there's one thing that makes the High Evil Spirit happy by carrying out the contractor's task, it's seeing something different.

Moreover, under the protection of the contract, it can directly contact the sun and feel the warmth.

Compared to the cold, damp, eerie cavernous place, it even produces a hint of happiness.

"If only I hadn't died so many times!"

Silently, the High Evil Spirit added in his heart.

Death, it can be resurrected.

But the pain of death and the memory of death are there.

The memories of countless deaths are enough to make anyone collapse.

If it weren't for its own specialness, it would have disappeared long ago.

"Please give me a taste of this."

The High Evil Spirit pointed to a restaurant on the side of the road and said to Lore.

"What?"

Lore was stunned.

Obviously, Lore had no idea that the High Evil Spirit would let him have a treat.

You must know that he is a very poor player, and he can't wait to cut his points into ten parts to spend.

The High Evil Spirit didn't pay any attention to the other party at all, and just walked over.

Lore was eager to cut the points on his body into ten parts to spend, but the high demon didn't even have a single point on him.

Qin Ran has it, and there are a lot of it.

However, let's not talk about whether the high-level evil spirit can use the points, even if it can be used, does the high-level evil spirit dare to borrow points from Qin Ran?

The answer is obvious.

Borrowing money from a miser?

Miser's Wrath......

I can't afford to mess with it, I can't afford to mess with

From the heart.

This restaurant, which was converted from the player's room, was not open inside, but only made a few tea seats around the perimeter of the room, and made up with a bamboo fence, and hung a huge sign on the entrance position-

Pastry House.

The word "pastry" is made from baguettes, cookies, cream cakes and other pastries, not rubber or plastic, but real materials.

It's a bit weird, but it's fascinating.

Smelling the smell, the High Evil Spirit sat down on one of the teahouses, and rang the bell on the teahouse.

But such a loud sound is obviously decoration, and the bell cannot reach the player's room at all.

"Go knock."

The High Evil Spirit commanded at Lore.

His eyes swept over the price list on the tea seat, and Lore, who was slightly relieved, did not refuse, and walked to the door of the room decorated with a bar.

And when Lore went to knock on the door, the eyes of the High Evil Spirit looked at the streets.

There, a scarlet figure was walking slowly.

The other party noticed the gaze of the high-level evil spirit, but he didn't have the slightest idea of speeding up his steps, and he didn't seem to be worried about the high-level evil spirit escaping.

Call!

The High Evil Spirit sighed feebly.

It is not afraid of death, but that does not mean that it welcomes death.

But nothing is changed by a single person or the will of existence, so the High Evil Spirit stood up.

"I thought I would be able to taste the sweets here......

With such self-talk, the higher evil spirits are about to go to each other.

Then, the door of the pastry shop behind him slowly opened.

Carrying a basket of spices that had been specially purchased, Mimosa walked out.