Chapter 106 Feeling

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"Nine days with a human..."

"I, Ogg, didn't find his flaws and was fooled by him from the first day to now?"

The demon Og can't be understood by outsiders at this moment. All kinds of things in the past appear in its heart. It is unbelievable that the real identity of this disguised Akia is a human being (Chen Qinghe).

- squeak.

The door of the box is closed again.

Chen Qinghe sent the guard outside the door and squint at the devil's heart in his hand.

He clenched his fist twice, and the metal life completely wrapped the devil's heart like a black scale worm, and then moved to the back of him like a raised tumor on the surface of the skin.

"The eighth floor is at least ten meters away from here."

Chen Qinghe raised his head slightly and stared at the cement ceiling above his head. Although he has not been to the eighth floor, he can roughly calculate the actual height of the eighth floor from the height of the seventh floor.

Black Dragon Armor, enter the battle mode.

Chen Qinghe's whole body was wrapped in black armor, the dragon wings behind him unfolded, and his left hand clenched the high-shock particle knife. His perception overflowed from the brain, making his attention highly focused, like the perception of invisible filaments, like an infinite extended arm with sensory functions.

Chen Qinghe closed his eyes. As the perception passed through the cement ceiling, the eighth scene appeared in his mind.

This is a box with a similar layout to the seventh floor, but it is more spacious. The wall is carefully covered with simple wallpaper, and there is no sense of simplicity in the seventh floor.

The figure of the demon Didan was the first to enter his "vision".

Four aristocratic demons sat on four retro single sofas. They were facing the direction of the arena and talking about something with wine glasses in their hands, but because of perception, Chen Qinghe could not hear the sound.

With his current hearing far from superhuman height, he can't distinguish the specific conversations of demons through the cement ceiling and in an environment with noise interference.

"The one on the right hand of Devil Didan is Simpson--"

"The next is Devil Morin. The far right is Devil Morin. They are in the eighth-floor box stand, which is similar to the seventh-floor box stand."

Chen Qinghe closed his eyes, bypassed the body of the demon Anlun on the ground, and came to the stand of the box on the seventh floor.

After a moment, he stopped.

Chen Qinghe opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with coldness.

After several corrections, the top of his current position is exactly the demon Ron.

Between the seventh-floor box and the eighth-floor box, there is only a cement ceiling. As long as the mobile phone appears, this small layer of cement ceiling will be removed by black fire.

At that time, there will be no barrier between him and the devil.

"Time, time."

Chen Qinghe's perception has not been recovered from the eighth-floor box, and he has been observing the demon Ron.

His first target was the demon Ron.

Among the four aristocratic demons, the demon emperor is the oldest, followed by the demon Simpson. These two demons are definitely rich in experience, and their strength is above the second peak of evolutionists. Chen Qinghe's consideration, these two demons are not suitable to be the first target.

He needs the first kill!

The Morin brothers are his best choice, but through observation in the circle, his brother Morin's performance is not in line with its age, so the demon Ron is his only choice.

As long as it succeeds, four demons are equal to one less.

Then the task pressure will be much slower, but if Chen Qinghe's first kill fails, the demon nobleman's powerful regeneration power is far better than that of mixed blood can make the demon Ron recover instantly, which is equivalent to losing a precious mobile phone.

There is 1 hour, 03 minutes and 27 seconds left before the end of the forced incubation time of the task, leaving Chen Qinghe running out.

When he killed for the first time, it was also the time when the flame brand exploded.

......

The eighth-floor box stand.

"Arthur, can Brown go back?"

The devil Morin held the goblet in his hand, and his two purple lips were stained with human blood beads. He got the blue stone from Simpson, which made the young master of the Monroe family in a good mood.

With the different blue stone family, it will be more prosperous!

"Master Morin, Brown has gone back."

"I believe that the family will know the news and will send people to the earth soon." The devil Asef had palm-sized purple scales on his cheeks. He held a transparent glass wine bottle and slightly tilted the glass wine bottle to add new wine to the demon Morin.

Human blood was poured into the goblet, and the demon Asef stopped in the middle of the wine glass.

Brown, the old housekeeper most trusted by the devil Maurin, returned to the demon world through the red hole in the dark area (demon factory) a few minutes ago to send the news of the strange blue stone back to the family, so the two young masters will be taken care of by Arthur from now on.

According to the strict rules of the demon world, the general master regards the servant as private property and will not allow his servant to dress up as other demons, even if the object is his own blood brother.

But the demon Ron doesn't mind.

It can be seen that the relationship between the demon Morin and his brother must be very good, thanks to the sparse blood of the third generation of the Monroe family. The two brothers have received a different education from ordinary aristocratic families since childhood.

"Brother, don't worry."

"Old Brown will be able to handle such a small thing as returning the news smoothly." The demon Ron's eyes were taken back from the dense human slaves from the lower arena.

"Hmm--"

The demon Mo Lin nodded slightly and said nothing more.

It unconsciously pressed its chest with its left hand, and the palm felt the ancient iron box in the underwear pocket of Huafu. The inexplicable anxiety in the bottom of his heart was slightly relieved.

The demon Morin glanced at Simpson, who sat next to him.

Aware of the eyes beside him, the demon Simpson turned his head and grinned at Morin.

The demon Morin also responded with a smile and raised his glass.

The demon Simpson enthusiastically drank a glass of blood wine to his face and asked, "Brother Morin, what's on your mind?"

"A little."

The demon Mo Lin took a sip of blood wine and said lightly.

"Oh?"

The demon Simpson muttered suspiciously.

Devil Didan, the demon Ron also cast his eyes.

The demon housekeepers who served the master in the box lowered their heads and focused on the conversation of the master.

For a while, the box was quieter.

Only the excited roar of demons in the stands of the slave arena. As more and more human slaves are guarded quickly in the arena, the devil's excitement has so much that they can't wait to enjoy this thousand-person performance.

"Don't you have any special feelings?"

The demon Morin frowned slightly. He pushed away his blonde bangs and asked.

A special feeling?

The demon Simpson is even more confused.

It doesn't know what the demon Morin said.

"This feeling..."

The demon Morin said in a voice, "Just now, it felt only a little bit at first, but now this feeling is getting stronger and stronger, as if there is a hunter staring at the prey in the dark--"