Merissa's breathing was sometimes faint, sometimes anxious and anxious.

In her eyes, it was a mixture of despair, pleading, and pain.

The more she talked to the black-haired, green-eyed girl, the more she felt her brain turn white.

“……”

Ranchi originally planned to try to summon the strongest Phantom Great Love Poet when he was alone, and then fight her, if he can win, maybe he can become a new Great Demon before he joins Huberian and Antanas.

As a result, he now meets a warden who is accidentally addicted to the Great Love Poet, and is even forced to summon the Phantom Great Love Poet.

At present, ordinary persuasion cannot calm the warden's emotions at all, and if she continues to talk to her or delay, she may really lose her mind completely.

"The poet of great love is really a harmful spirit, a good warden, and her voice has turned into this picture."

Ranch sighed inwardly.

Now the only way to help the Warden Merissa is to use the "Ferrat Emotional Calming Method".

And I can only start a little heavier and suppress the crooked demon of the great love poet with all my might.

With the improvement of Lan Qi's battle intent, the magic power of the enchantment on the negative five layers began to surge, as if it was gathering in the distance, about to give birth to a very terrifying phantom monster.

The warden Merissa was sure that the black-haired green eyes had finally begun to do what she had requested, and her eyes seemed to find peace in the chaos.

In this moment, her whole world revolves around only the anticipation and joy of that moment.

Even though there was no new figure on the corridor where the two of them were now, there was already a cold and heavy sense of oppression in the air.

Then, at the end of the corridor, a black mist gradually began to gather, slowly spinning, the black mist filled the ground like a tidal wave, strange and turbid, and after a long time, finally a looming slender figure came out of its depths.

The warden of Merissa stared at him for the first time.

I saw that it was the figure of a gray-haired girl, her long hair fluttering gently, and her chin was locked with the same mask as the black-haired girl, but the bright smile in the eyes of the gray-haired figure was completely different.

The seductive blue pupils seemed to float flames in the mist, like stars in the abyss, cold and charming, full of irresistible strangeness.

The sigil lights around the cloister lit up around the Phantasmal Poet until the black mist on her body slowly faded, revealing her evil Eros-like demon figure.

The way she stepped out of the black mist, it was as if a real eighth-order Great Demon Clan had been born here.

In general, the phantom body copied by [Hopeless Extinction] will ignore all camouflage magic.

It also means that the girl with black hair and green eyes should actually have gray hair and blue eyes.

But Warden Merissa couldn't think about the inconsequential things at this moment.

She didn't care what the other party was for a long time!

The moment she appeared, the Warden Melissa seemed to see an angel, and ran towards her with his sword in the form of a swift shadow.

However.

At the moment when she was about to meet the Phantom Poet.

"Thank you, two idiots."

The Phantom Love Poet took off his mask and whispered to the Warden Merissa.

Suddenly, as if she had been electrocuted, she gradually bent down, and the bones on her body seemed to be melted, and she was completely unstable and collapsed on the ground.

In the end, he continued to twitch faintly on the ground, and his life and death were unknown.

She reached the pinnacle of some emotion and completely lost her ability to fight.

“……”

Lan Qi looked at the appearance of the warden Merissa, and it was a little difficult to judge how high the emotional amplification multiplier of the eighth-order Great Love Poet had been adapted.

The warden's brain may have burned out.

But there should be no cerebral hemorrhage, and it is difficult to define whether her current state is "good" or "bad".

Even judging from her expression, there was a kind of satisfaction that could be said to be dead at night.

In any case, if she is not sent for treatment in time, there is a high probability that her life will still be in danger, and even if she is rescued, there may be some sequelae.

A slight sigh can kill a seventh-order human powerhouse in seconds, and it is an extremely alternative existence in the eighth-order great demon clan.

Although Lan Qi personally thinks that the Great Love Poet is the demon who ranks second in the "useless demon list", whenever he sees the Great Love Poet having an unpredictable impact on other living beings, he thinks that it is time to downgrade her on the list, especially this eighth-order version of the Great Love Poet, it really seems to be a little strong.

At the moment when Ranch was analyzing.

"You...... Why aren't you afraid of me? ”

The phantom loves the poet's magical voice, and seems to be dissatisfied with the black-haired and green-eyed self in front of him who is not affected by the magic sound.

And she felt like the guy was thinking about something damn good.

inexplicably felt that he was very impolite, and his calm eyes seemed to be seriously comparing her and paramecium who was more advanced.

“？”

Rankie looked up at the Phantom Poet in confusion.

"I can control your mind, let you be willing, and fall for me."

The Phantom Love Poet did not rush to kill the other party, but raised his chin meaningfully,

"If you win against me, you can obtain an incomparably rare Great Demon Clan's mark, but unfortunately you can't do it in your life."

Her confident expression made her feel like the greatest demon in the world.

Ranch sneered, as if amused by her.

"What are you laughing at?"

The Phantom Love Poet noticed a little that the other party didn't seem to be very moved by her magic sound.

However, this is the case for creatures with a stable state of mind, but now they have not yet begun to seriously mobilize the emotions of the other party.

She knows very well what kind of character she is, and it is impossible for her ontology to be unaffected by a hundredfold increase in emotions.

"I didn't laugh."

Even if the black-haired and green-eyed poet is wearing a mask, it makes people suspect that he is actually holding back a smile.

It was the toughest Don't Laugh challenge he'd ever played.

“……”

The Phantom Love Poet stared at Lanch.

She always felt that the other party's eyes were a little pity, trying to take care of her feelings.

This strange smell of tea makes the phantom love poet not understand why his own ontology is completely different from his own personality.

Obviously, according to the principle of knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, the other party should start to mock her constantly at this time.

Her personality is to taunt her opponent first, no matter what, and then torture and face her face after winning, rather than calmly pity her opponent at the beginning like this.

Observing the expression of the black-haired green-eyed girl, the Phantom Love Poet gradually felt that the other party had not taken off the mask to release the magic sound until now, but he was afraid that it would be too rude to laugh and hurt her heart.

The visceral contempt in his eyes seemed to say—

Even if your vase is an eighth order, what's the use?

The Phantom Great Love Poet was immediately furious!

No one dared to humiliate her like this!!

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