Quadruple split.

Chapter 528 Definition of Winning and Losing

"It's not a funny joke."

Futaba stared fixedly at the mad eyes of the other party, and said leisurely: "But if this is not a joke, you have to explain to me the purpose of doing this."

Mo Tan leaned back comfortably, leaned on the back of the chair and smiled: "Of course this is not a joke. As for the explanation, is it really necessary? I just want to guarantee the death of His Majesty Clever and you kill Marshall." As long as there is no conflict with the purpose of the whole family, it will be fine.”

The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, and asked softly after a while, "How do you guarantee it?"

"Guarantee with my personality."

Mo Tan patted his chest solemnly.

"You also have a personality?"

Futaba sneered and snorted.

Mo Tan nodded as it should, and then suppressed the smile on his face: "Yes, if I use my integrity or character as a guarantee, then you can put the previous words as a fart, but 'Personality' well... I think you can trust me, old chap."

"You can call me Futaba or SUN."

The girl pushed her glasses and looked at Mo Tan coldly: "Who is your old buddy?"

Mo Tan smiled, and peeled an apple for Futaba with the knife that kept jumping and flipping between his right fingers: "What you say, honey."

"I can trust you."

Futaba took a bite of the apple thrown by the opponent, and said angrily, "Two conditions."

At the same time, an elemental scissorsman with orange flames appeared in front of her.

Mo Tan whistled and said with a light smile, "But it's okay to say."

"The first is a verbal agreement. If you break your promise, you will lose this game directly."

Futaba wiped her hands on her robe, turned her gaze to the brightly lit camp outside the car window, and said flatly, "Of course, even if you break the contract, I can't do anything to you."

Mo Tan nodded happily: "Yes, if I break my promise, I will give you my name, address, phone, photo, constellation and measurements with both hands, and I will do whatever I want."

"second……"

Futaba nodded absent-mindedly, and continued with a yawn: "You have to come up with some more convincing reasons to prove that even if Clever Blaisen dies, the Marshall family will never turn over."

Mo Tan raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a smile: "Is it necessary?"

"Of course there is. After all, if those people really dare to do something, their purpose must be to completely mess up the matter, and then take advantage of the situation to support Ruibo Blaisen to the top." Futaba curled her lips and said without thinking: "Unloading The possibility of killing a donkey is infinitely close to zero, how can you guarantee that the Marshall family will be completely finished?"

Mo Tan rubbed his chin lightly, and said with a mean smile: "I thought you would rather guess by yourself than ask me on the spot."

"You thought there was a fart for it."

Futaba snorted angrily, and said sternly: "Only this matter, I must ensure that nothing goes wrong. Now that I have reached this point, I must never fail."

"Only this matter...it is guaranteed to be safe...absolutely not..."

Mo Tan jokingly repeated these words, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he said softly: "It's so boring to deal with you in front of me, SUN, you can't even make me feel happy at the moment, this is really a thing A sad thing."

The girl didn't say a word, just looked at him with a gloomy expression.

"To be honest, you are really not suitable for socializing with people. Although it is only temporary, you still have a bottom line, responsibility and a disgusting sense of mission, just because of a few people who have been with you for a while, It’s just a bad data person.” Mo Tan’s tone was full of malice and sarcasm, he squinted at the girl with a bad face in front of him, and said every word: “To be honest, I’m really happy that those people are now gone. dead."

Ned, Silvera, Crabbe, Salazar...

Futaba clenched her fist subconsciously. She knew exactly what the other party was saying, but she couldn't refute it at all.

"Look at your embarrassed appearance, how funny and powerless."

Mo Tan grinned, and continued to whisper softly like a devil: "You know, if I want to destroy or kill you now, it's easier than snatching candy from a child, and what about you?" , no matter how angry you are, you don’t dare to move a finger of mine now, the reason is very simple, you want to guarantee something...you want certain things to be safe...you exposed all your bottom lines, just for some extremely boring Trivia, you know this very well, you know it better than anyone else, and it is this 'clearness' that makes you appear even more powerless in front of me."

Click!

A round dark yellow stone suddenly hit Mo Tan's hand, and after breaking two of his fingers, it turned into pure elements and dissipated invisible.

"Who do you think dare not move a finger of yours?"

Shuangye gritted her silver teeth lightly, and looked at Mo Tan coldly: "Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now."

In an instant, countless wind blades, fireballs, ice arrows, and rocks suddenly appeared out of thin air. They slowly revolved around the ink sandalwood in a complex and unique rhythmic pattern. The terrifying power and killing intent, at the same time, the condensed dark elements were also stripped from the air, turning into chains to firmly imprison the latter on the seat.

As long as Futaba has a thought, 'Tan Mo' can be evaporated in less than two seconds, and it can guarantee not to destroy the environment at all.

"When a person who is proud of his mind and wisdom has already tried to use his strength to solve a problem, he has already lost completely." Despite the desperate situation, Mo Tan's tone was still full of malice and mockery: "Of course , even if you kill me in a fit of anger, I can still forget the truce agreement in large numbers, and I won’t define you as a loser on my own initiative, but... my dear, but if you kill me now, you will You must be mentally prepared that the Marshall family is very likely to escape. If you don’t care about it, I will be killed by you with pleasure. It can even be considered that you have won half of the game. A little bit of disclosure is a little bit for me Threatening but not too deadly intelligence for you."

Futaba frowned deeply. She knew that the person in front of her was not lying to her, and it was impossible for her to make provocative words without doing any backhand. Since this 'Tan Mo' said that the Marshall family might escape After a catastrophe, if you really dare to kill him, the Marshall family is very likely to escape the catastrophe!
Of course, he may also be bluffing, but this risk... I can't take it!
And at this moment, Mo Tan spoke very 'just right'.

"If you're not mentally prepared, I suggest you get rid of all this mess immediately."

He laughed comfortably. Even though he was tightly bound on the seat and faced with the threat of death, Mo Tan's expression was calm like that of a king (who has nothing to worry about), and said slowly: "Then frankly admit own failure."

slap~
In the next second, with the sound of snapping fingers, the magic around Mo Tan and the imprisonment on him disappeared at the same time.

"Wise choice."

Mo Tan took out a bottle of life potion from his luggage, took a sip, raised his eyebrows and said, "Although I don't really appreciate it."

"Oh?"

Futaba's expression suddenly melted, she smiled sweetly, leaned over and asked, "Why?"

Mo Tan gently helped the girl brush a strand of hair from her forehead, and said with a smile: "Because it is a good thing to admit failure frankly, but it will make people who have always cared about you sad."

"It's really hard for you to care about me."

Futaba drew the corners of her mouth playfully, slapped away Mo Tan's claws trying to hook her chin, and asked in a leisurely tone: "But who told you that I lost?"

The latter raised his eyebrows: "Is this called a dead duck?"

"No, no, dear BLACK, you made a mistake."

Futaba stood up and patted Mo Tan's cheek lightly, and said with a smile, "That's the definition of failure."

Mo Tan looked at Futaba unmoved, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "If your so-called failure only has the option of 'being caught by the other party' as an option, I can tell you clearly, then call it a dead duck Hardest."

"of course not."

The girl shook her head lightly, covered her mouth with a light smile and said, "Let's put it this way, in your eyes, the reason why I failed was because I exposed my bottom line for some real reasons. Become passive everywhere for the master's plan, and your position is so clear that no matter how you make a move, you will analyze it thoroughly at the first time. As long as you have the heart, you can solve me at any time, who has been thoroughly seen through in this game, right? "

"you can say it this way."

"But the problem is..."

Futaba also took out a bottle of mana potion mixed with a cocktail, and lightly clinked glasses with Motan, then took a sip in an inelegant way, and said with a smile: "Will you do this? It will make you feel uncomfortable to settle a restrained SUN." Are you happy? Of course not, so you will never use my disadvantages at this moment to do something, and you will not use your advantages to hinder me. Although you are not a proud or noble person, BLACK, but you seek What I want are those things that can make you happy or happy, which I can't give you now."

Mo Tan rolled his eyes: "You are sophistrying."

"Of course I'm not sophistry, because I'm the same kind of person as you."

Futaba stared at Mo Tan with burning eyes, and said with a sly smile: "This is an extremely simple account. You can't arouse my interest in dealing with me, and I just need your help. Under this premise, as long as you We still have a common goal, so what does it matter who controls the overall situation?"

Mo Tan laughed, and made a funny expression to Futaba: "According to this, it turns out that you are superior, and you are just using me?"

"That's not true, after all, your target was not me from the beginning."

But Futaba shook her head, shrugged her shoulders and said, "If I have to say it, I can only say that I took advantage of you a little bit. Why, are you unhappy?"

"No, no, it's really exciting, haha, very good, if you have this kind of thinking from the beginning, it will really make people bursting with joy, hahahahahaha."

Mo Tan covered his face and laughed foolishly. After a while, he got up and saluted Futaba: "Sorry, I seem to have gotten carried away."

"Oh, man, it's understandable. If you are the kind of person who wants to lose face, I can even praise you a few words about how big you are."

"Then why don't you praise me so much?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"Haha, good, good."

Mo Tan sat back down again, and said without warning: "I have every reason to believe that the main members of the Marshall family are basically heretics, especially evil cultists."

Futaba was stunned for a moment, then smiled suddenly, and said softly, "I see."

"not worried?"

"Don't worry, I'm leaving."

"No, let Baluoka find a good-looking girl to come over to me by the way."

"Why are you looking for a pretty girl?"

"Peel fruit, feed, put to sleep."

"Can't I?"

"It's okay, then don't go."

"Think beautiful~"

Futaba squeezed Mo Tan's nose hard, then disappeared from the door with a faint scent of fragrance, and ran to another carriage where Levin, Cassie and dozens of Fireclaw fighters were.

The car became quiet again...

After a while, Mo Tan closed the curtains, blew out the candles, slowly closed his eyes in the hazy darkness, and said to himself with a half-smile: "It seems that I am indeed a little carried away, She pretended to be annoyed before, but in fact she just wanted to break two of my fingers."

Futaba's sly smile slowly emerged in his mind, and was quickly replaced by a cloud of erratic black mist in the next second.

That is the current Mo Tan... No, it should be said that it is something that Mo Tan is very concerned about under any circumstances.

[The time has completely matched, it seems that the monster that Yuchen and the others caught is 'I', there is nothing wrong with that, heh, in this game, it should be a proper chaos and evil...]

A brain-made 'Motan' appeared in his mind, with ragged clothes and a face full of madness.

[It's hard to imagine that my 'side' would turn into this kind of virtue, but...the possibility of disguise cannot be ruled out...]

He shook his head, opened his eyes again, and showed a rare serious look: "The Light of Apocalypse is one of 'Mo' and 'Black Fan', Yuchen, and Yuying respectively, and the Shadow of Apocalypse is Southwest respectively. A certain noble from the Chauvin Empire on the mainland, as well as my 'side', always feel a little strange."

He tapped on the table lightly, and after a long silence, he revealed a chilling smile...

"Anyway, Cordova is coming, so why not let him try 'Tanmo', Xiao Yu will be very happy to see me..."

Chapter five hundred and twentieth: The end

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