Lynch once missed it, but at that time he could only cover his face every day without thinking about how to face it after tomorrow.

People choose to get drunk, which is more important to prevent themselves from recalling painful memories.

However, the torn wound will not be cured, it will only continue to ulcerate.

finally.

On the thirty day, nearly a full month is coming.

Lynch, who was still full of stubble and pale, had his eyes still sharp and divine, finally ushered in a different problem with the mysterious man—

"You have lost so many times, don't change it? Anyway, no matter how you guess, it's a 1/2 probability, and you won't suffer any loss when you change it. You may not be sure to win this time." The mysterious man said in a sensation.

Lynch shook his head lightly.

"Probability is, but fate is not."

——

"Once upon a time, many interesting preys have come to the 73rd floor of the abyss. Whenever these fresh preys arrive, we prisoners will choose the prey that suits us."

"prey?"

Listening to the mysterious man's identity as a prisoner reveals his identity, Lynch is even more curious about the term prey.

"Yes, we are not so stupid as to think we can leave this cage with you." The mysterious man smiled. "In fact, those detainees want us to treat you as life-saving floating boards, so that they can lay poison needles and squeeze us completely. What choices do you think those prisoners will make before the imprisonment of immortality and eating clean puppets?"

Lynch nodded, and Ding Dian in the City Jue did beat Di Yun to the death and then make mistakes first.

"Then you communicate with me, just because you are too lazy to catch cats and mice? Is it my death date?"

Lynch suddenly felt unlucky.

He doesn't think it's his own time to run and get through.

If it were the chess players who were imprisoned "demon lords", "demigods" and even "gods", they could witness the changes in the plane for thousands of years. Playing a game with ordinary people, the test for a year was a lower limit. How could they show up in just 30 days?

The only explanation is that I am tired of him.

Lynch was helpless too.

"No." The mysterious man smiled heartily, "In fact, if you continue playing, it will be an endless game. No matter how you choose, it will be the wrong answer."

"That's interesting?" Lynch frowned.

He didn't feel anything when he saw others eating dog meat. But once someone abused a puppy, he would meddle in other people's affairs and stand up to refute the other party. This is his usual attitude.

"This is naturally very interesting." The mysterious man explained, his voice was full of magnetic. "Some of the first few people committed suicide for more than 300 days, while others persisted for almost ten years and were still crazy. The longest record in my hands was persisting for a hundred years before choosing to destroy themselves."

"During this period, many people were doubting, especially those who persisted for a month or two but couldn't guess it. But I was their only hope every day. So even if they refused halfway, they would come to guess it obediently. After all, everyone had the idea of ​​guessing you."

The mysterious man analyzes the mentality of every "prey" in the past word by word.

"Then why did I end in thirty days?" Lynch asked back.

"this……"

The mysterious man's tone was entangled, "Because you are one of the few targets of mental dislocation on the first day, and you can be considered a very inferior type in my prey. However, your mental strength is stronger every day, and you have no thought of regret at all. Until just now, I could see from your eyes that even if you are imprisoned for the rest of your life, you will be dismissed when you answer the word "this tone."

"I don't have the patience to play with you."

Lynch then suddenly realized that he had actually stopped the other party first.

Just like a certain version of the Three Kingdoms Kill, after Liu Bei equipped the Zhuge Crossbow, as long as there is a Shu general in the scene, he can constantly use his skills to "provoke" because every time he uses it, he can refresh the countdown for 10 seconds.

At that time, there was a four rebels who forced Liu Bei to leave the black room.

Obviously, his continuous strengthening of fighting spirit made this mysterious man feel boring to continue to "suffer the eagle" with him.

"Who are you?" Lynch asked.

"Didn't my name flash in your heart?" the mysterious man smiled.

"Ma Yuan, the God-killer?" Lynch said in surprise.

He quickly remembered the last life records of the once stirred upside down God-killer.

Centuries ago, some divine powers in the abyss existed in the most powerful demon lords, the lords of the devil, the lords of the devil, Glazt, Demogorgen and others reached a difficult agreement to completely end Ma Yuan's threat with a temporary alliance.

Finally, under the leadership of the two gods, the alliance joined forces to drive Ma Yuan to the 300th floor of the bottomless abyss, the Soul Suffocation Realm of Fengdu. In the end, they defeated and joined forces to capture the God-killer.

Ma Yuan's triangular stone was also taken away by one of the gods for custody. It is rumored that it is the key to release Ma Yuan.

"Who is your lord?" Lynch asked in a low voice.

Although he has not yet proved his true self, no one has been brained to impersonate this person. Faced with a superman who is famous for killing gods, Lynch still maintains silent respect in his heart.

"Don't think too much, you don't have the qualifications and strength to negotiate or reach a deal with me."

The god-killer Ma Yuan sneered, "Even if you have a time dragon's carrier and an alternative thought bottle hidden in your body, that's all."

Lynch lowered his head silently and tidied up his old foundation in just one sentence, and he deserved to be an existence that can kill Gods.

As for whether he looks down on others so much, he doesn't want to isolate Qi Ling, otherwise he will be able to complete a prototype microprocessor if he gives him a few more weeks.

"Do you have any instructions?" Lynch asked.

"I do need you to do something. But you are still too weak now." God-killer Ma Yuan sighed, "Well, you can practice first, when will I pass the level and when will I find you again."

"What exercise?" Feeling the other party's coming and going without a trace, Lynch hurriedly asked.

"Concentration practice. Only with enough concentration can you get something for me. After I get it, I will give you freedom."

In an instant, Ma Yuan's voice returned to ethereal.

Then a buzzing mosquito appeared beside him.

"A mosquito will lie on you and suck blood. Your first level of assessment is to stab it with a needle when it sucks blood without leaving any wounds."

Your uncle!

Is this self-abuse rather than a concentration exercise?

Lynch complained from the bottom of his heart, and almost felt reserved and cursed.
Chapter completed!