The dungeon came, and I became the Archon of the Demon King

Chapter 83 #082 Special Concern
Nightingale threw away her head casually, and looked at the archer in front of her: "Your intelligence work is not in place, I once got an 'S' evaluation in the secret realm, and got a seventh-level skill called 'Bionic Teardrops' - I can create A clone that is exactly the same as me, the price is only a drop of my tear."

"Yes, damn it!"

The archer took a step back, his bow-holding hands trembling.

There was no emotion in Nightingale's eyes, she looked at the man in front of her extremely indifferently, and asked, "Who do you work for?"

"Don't be too proud! You can't get out of here alive!"

Knowing that he was invincible, the archer retreated while putting down a harsh word.

He observed cautiously and found that Nightingale hadn't reacted, so he turned around and ran away!

Nightingale stood where she was, with only sadness in her heart.

Who is plotting everything?
Is it the deputy head?

In his eyes, is she not as good as 800 million nightingales?

【dead nest】

Nightingale raised her hand and aimed at the back of the archer to launch her skill.

"Bam—"

The "dead seed" that had been planted in the archer's body broke out, dismembering his body into dozens of pieces, blood pouring out!

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The sound of applause sounded beside him.

Nightingale turned her head and saw a person wearing a blue cloak appearing.

He clapped his hands, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "As expected of the elite of the Broccoli Adventure Group, Ms. Nightingale, you have very good abilities."

"..."

Nightingale was silent.

The cloaked man continued leisurely, and continued: "Bionic teardrops, death tide, excellent skills! In addition, I know that you have mastered ten other skills, many of which are powerful skills above the fifth level. You are very powerful!"

Nightingale still didn't speak.

This is entirely a one-man show of the cloaked man, who is happy to perform and chatter endlessly: "In order to ensure that I kill you, I did spend a lot of thought...Let me tell you! My layout!"

"First of all, I will plant 'Mistress Grass' on the position where you are standing now. The aroma it emits can solidify the magic power in the professional body. But the problem is that it takes a lot of inhalation to produce the effect; if you just walk by, it will harmless."

"So, I deliberately arranged for two lunatics who want money and life to snipe you here! During the battle, your breathing will inevitably become deeper, heavier, and faster!"

The cloaked man opened his arms wide!
He looked crazy, and continued: "Are you feeling chest tightness, dizziness, and stagnant magic power now? You have fallen into my trick, and you are extremely weak now!"

"..."

Nightingale still didn't speak.

She looked at the cloaked man like a poor wretch.

The performance was not applauded.

Nightingale's calmness undoubtedly annoyed the cloaked man.

"It's boring! You're going to die, can't you cooperate with me and make me happier? Ms. Nightingale, you don't have the beauty of an adult!"

what!
The cloaked man drew out his sword and stabbed Nightingale's chest like lightning.

Ding!
Nightingale pulled out the short knife tied to her pantyhose with her backhand, and cut off the blade with one blow.

"what?!"

The cloaked man took a step back, looked at the broken long sword, and shouted: "Cutting gold strike! It's a gold cutting strike! How is it possible, how is it possible——you should be poisoned, and you can't use your skills!"

Nightingale looked at him indifferently, and said the answer: "From the beginning until now, I haven't breathed."

"……What did you say?"

"I don't understand why you are so confident. Your scheme is full of loopholes. The overly strong aroma of the heartbreak grass is a failure, the earthy color refurbished during transplantation is a failure, and the two assassins who are deliberately arranged here and are too weak are among the failures." His failure...is this also a conspiracy?"

Nightingale tilted her head.

She looked into the eyes of the cloaked man with deep puzzlement: "Your Excellency, don't use your brain next time. You have no talent."

The cloaked man looked at Nightingale, and it was his turn to be silent this time.

Nightingale withdrew her knife and turned around: "I have imposed a 'death seed' on you, it will attack after 48 hours - you can try to eliminate it, or find me before death comes."

dead species?

The cloaked man looked at his arm holding the sword, and sure enough, he found a blood tumor the size of a fingernail on the back of his hand.

"Sh-damn..."

The man in the cloak watched Nightingale's leaving back, and didn't dare to make a sound to stop him.

……

……

Nightingale's complexion was as frosty, and she walked alone on the green pine slope.

"Crack."

The sound of stepping on dead branches ahead caught her attention. She raised her eyes to look, first startled, then smiled.

It's Chen En.

For some reason, Chen En appeared here, looking at her calmly.

Nightingale stepped forward and asked, "Chen En? Why are you here?"

Chen En said bluntly: "I'm not very relieved, I came here to have a look."

"..."

Nightingale looked at Chen En, and restrained the smile on her face: "You might as well not show up, Chen En. Seeing you makes me even sadder."

Chen En tilted his head: "Why?"

why?
Needless to say...

Sometimes, care, comfort, and companionship will only magnify the grievance.

In many cases, a person who licks the wound silently will not have much emotional fluctuations, but once someone expresses kindness, the tears will not stop.

Nightingale took a deep breath and moved her body artificially.

She stretched her back, straightened her arms, and said with a smile: "I let you see how embarrassed I am. Chen, I am your senior, in front of you... I shouldn't be embarrassed, I should be very reliable."

Embarrassed?
maybe!
Nightingale had already sensed the conspiracy, but she still showed her sincerity and gave her trust without reservation.

Then--

It was smashed to pieces!

Who can take it easy in such a situation?
Chen En put himself in the situation and thought that if he encountered such a thing, he would only be more annoyed.

but……

Chen En smiled and said, "I didn't want to show up at first. But Captain Nightingale, I think it's necessary for me to show up, and it's necessary for me to stand in front of you."

Nightingale looked at him and smiled, "You want to see me make a fool of myself."

"No. I want you to understand—there are friends in this world who betray you for petty gains, and strangers who come here because they feel uneasy. You may meet bad people, and you may meet A good man who doesn't mind trouble."

"..."

Nightingale blinked twice, but was speechless.

Chen En continued: "Captain Nightingale, there is no need to be depressed. You are just unlucky for a while."

Yes.

Yes.

Like the two sides of a coin, where there is shadow, there must be light.

Chen En's appearance is timely.

At this moment, there was a warm force in Nightingale's heart—named justice.

Nightingale restrained her smile for the second time, looked at Chen En, and said seriously, "Thank you."

Chen En waved his hand: "You're welcome. Captain Nightingale, what do you plan to do next? Should we go back to the Broccoli Adventure Group to confront others, or calm down by ourselves first?"

"Go back to Fenglai Town first! Someone must be responsible for this matter, I need a thorough explanation."

Hey.

Hey.

Nightingale stepped on her high-heeled shoes, and walked towards the jeep under the green pine slope with a footstep that was much firmer than before.

When she got to the car, she let Chen En get in the car first, then opened the communication software and created a brand new group——

【Very concerned】

With a smile on her face, she glanced at Chen En, who was wearing his seat belt, and moved him into the group.

(End of this chapter)