Spirit Hotel

Abbaton's gaze suddenly turned at him, smiling strangely, then slowly reaching out his hand and hooking his fingers at him.

...

The hand that Shi Feixia had just put down suddenly froze. He just stretches himself, doesn't he have to be so serious? He swallowed, and whispered to Isfael, "What does he mean?" Don't mean what he thinks!

Although his voice is very small, because the surroundings are too quiet, his very small voice spreads into the ears of many audiences like a needle falling on the ground.

So Shi Feixia felt that the eyes cast around him were even more strange.

"Challenge," Isfael said.

Shi Feixia pointed to his nose and said, "Me?"

Abbaton laughed: "Relax, you can choose the painless mode. So even if I use thunder on your head, you will not feel pain. Rare to hell, don't you want to come up and play?"

...

Is this the legendary holographic online game?

Shi Feixia was excited. He always thought that this was only the YY of many authors, and it only existed in those wild novels, but he did not expect that it was actually developed in hell.

Abbat groaned, "How about? Do you want to try? For the sake of fairness, I will only attack physically."

Shi Feixia looked at Isfell with a jerk, asking for opinions.

Isfael saw his thoughts and acquiesced: "Just think about it."

As soon as his worries went away, Shi Feixia immediately smiled, and made an ‘oK’ gesture at Abadton, climbing to the arena with great interest.

Asmontis grinned at him, led him into the big grey egg, and whispered the usage at the door.

"Uh, what do you mean by painlessness ... what does it look like?" Shi Feixia was worried as he looked at the pattern on the panel.

Asmontis stunned, carefully reached out and pointed on the panel, and quickly retracted.

"Is that all right?" Shi Feixia was a little excited and nervous.

"Well. Relax all over, and then fantasize about getting out of here slowly." Asmontis saw that he knew what he knew, so he stopped talking and stepped back to help him close the door.

Shi Feixia was in this small and unfamiliar space, his heart was beating, his eyes were constantly glancing around, not to mention relaxing his body, he couldn't even close his eyes.

After a while, Asmontis opened the door again and whispered calmly: "Abdon is waiting for you."

"Oh, okay." Behind him, Isfell looked at him silently.

Shi Feixia slowly relieved his breath, readjusted his mood, and slowly closed his eyes.

Maybe it was drowsiness, or maybe it was the special function of this machine. He felt that he was calm down soon, and his spirit entered a state of almost selflessness.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened.

He found himself standing on the arena.

Abbaton was standing in front of him, holding a long, wide sword in his hand.

"Wait." Shi Feixia shouted before he split the sword, "Why do you have a weapon, and I don't have a weapon?"

Abaddon said: "As long as you silently imagine the weapons you need, the weapons will appear in your hands."

This is simply more advanced than holographic online games.

Shi Feixia couldn't help but get excited. He is not envious of Isfael's superhuman abilities, but the huge gap between angels and people makes him just envious, and never thought he could have this ability. But now this ability is in front of him. Although it can only be displayed on the competitive stage, it is okay to overdo it.

He closed his eyes and thought for a long time.

Abbaton and the audience held their breaths waiting for something to appear in his hands, but one minute passed and two minutes passed ... he still had nothing in his hands.

Abbaton couldn't help asking: "What kind of weapon do you want?"

Shi Feixia said excitedly: "AK47." He used to shoot for a long time, although not the best, but accompanied him to read countless YY years. Now I can finally feel it.

Abbat frowned. "... What's that?"

"Assault rifle. Of all, I was most impressed by its appearance." Shi Feixia closed his eyes and continued his efforts.

Abbaton wanted to say something, but glanced at Isfael, holding back.

After a while, Shi Feixia's weapon was finally born in the limelight, but—

"Why is it solid?" Shi Feixia stared blankly at the barrel of a rolling pin.

"You only imagined the shape?"

Shi Feixia said: "Isn't this enough?"

"Enough." Abbaton slowly raised his sword. "At least it's enough to stop the sword."

Shi Feixia also lifted helplessly, using firearms as weapons.

The long-silent crowd finally found a chance to vent, and cheers and whistles filled the stage and the stage again.

...

Although it was impossible to move Isfael, it was a wish for many years that he could split his man in half on the arena.

The corner of Abbaton's mouth slightly raised, and the figure appeared very quickly behind Shi Feixia. He lifted the knife and was ready to split. Suddenly Shi Feixia yelled, "Wait!"

The sword stopped in midair.

Everyone who was still cheering also seemed to be choking their necks, and gathered their voices together.

Shi Feixia straightened up, walked forward to where Abaddon was standing, then turned, nodded to Abaddon who was holding his sword in the air, "Well, let's do it again."

...

Abbaton decided that no matter what Shi Feixia shouted this time, he would never stop halfway!

--absolute!

He absolutely faced Shi Feixia directly.

His sword was held high, and his blade shone in a dazzling cold under the light.

Shi Feixia narrowed his eyes and watched the sword getting closer to his head little by little.

Seems to want to appreciate his fearful expression, Abbaton's sword did not fall quickly.

Because of his displeasure, he gave Shi Feixia a chance to ask for help. "Isfell ..."

Abbaton raised a brow, and his heart had a bad feeling. Sure enough, when Jian Feng was about one millimeter away from the tip of Shi Feixia's nose, his eyes became dark, and he instantly lost consciousness.

Also losing consciousness was Shi Feixia.

But he soon woke up and walked out of the gray egg.

The sight in front of him surprised him.

The gray egg in which Abbaton was deviated from its original position, and the round shape was also recessed by a third.

Isfel stood expressionlessly in front of the gray egg, in front of him as Asmontis. It seemed that Asmontis' expression was very angry, but when he was angry, his face was puffy, and the voice was very light. He only saw his mouth closed and couldn't hear what he was saying.

Shi Feixia got closer, only to hear him say, "It's really bad."

The audience was silent, and it was clear that what had just happened was beyond what they could understand.

Alas, the gray egg door where Abbaton was opened. Abbaton came out slowly, with a large redness on his arm and a bit of messy hair. His eyes were as wolf as if looking at Isfield, "You ... foul!"

Isfel pushed it all out. "You didn't say it before."

...

Does this rule need to be said? Everyone knows.

Abbaton's mouth was raised with anger, "Damn! I want to single you out."

"Actually?" Isfael said.

Abbaton resentfully said, "Just fight!"

The audience went from silence to surprise to shock, and finally whispered. Abbaton is one of the seven demon kings, and he is one of the few who can become his opponent. Even if he occasionally ends up playing with other opponents, he usually picks the arena. The only one who played with him was Asmontis, but even if they were one of the Seven Demon Kings, they could occasionally see Asmontis's face hurt. I did not expect that there was actually an initiative requesting actual combat. How can this not keep them from being shocked and excited?

"Isfell, let's fight on it!" Abbaton slammed his wings, passed directly over the crowd, and flew up the stairs.

"Don't he think that flying up the stairs ... like a little bee?" Shi Feixia said with a chin.

Asmontis turned redder, slowly suppressing the urge to spread his wings, followed silently behind him and Isfell, and walked upstairs.

Come with them, and those audiences.

They all heard what Abbaton had said just now, and they never thought that this beautiful-looking son turned out to be a famous fighting angel. Since he had been in Noah's Ark, they were not familiar with him before. But Abaddon sometimes mentioned this name after winning on the arena, telling them that he had learned the combat skills he had just learned from him. It can be seen that the strength of the fighting angel Isfer.

Therefore, this kind of battle is really the strongest confrontation ever in the history of the arena.

Abbaton stopped in mid-air with wings spread, and looked down at Isfael, his anger gradually subsided on his face, leaving behind a strong desire to win.

Shi Feixia worriedly grabbed Isfell's sleeve. "Are you sure?"

Isfeel touched his head.

"If not, let me go, I can say he lost his helmet and armor." Shi Feixia capped his fist and eagerly tried.

"No." Isfael lifted his eyes, his dark pupil sinking slightly. "Just a waste of time."

...

That's no problem. Generally Isfael said that it was okay, then it was absolutely okay.

Shi Feixia reassured: "Then I'll wait for you to come back."

Isfel suddenly lowered his head and looked at him motionlessly.

Shi Feixia looked at him dullly.

Isfael said: "I heard that humans like to give lovers lucky kisses before the game?"

...

Isfael, you watch too much idol dramas.

Shi Feixia pursed his lips, then put his arms around his shoulders, and ‘wow,’ he kissed heavily on his face.

The corner of Isfeel's mouth was slightly raised, and he kissed under the corner of his lips before he retracted.

Shi Feixia only felt that the corners of his mouth were softly rubbed by feathers. Before returning to his mind, he saw Isfield spread his wings and rushed towards Abaddon.

He felt a pain in his heart, and remembered that the time when Isfael returned to heaven was also left to him ...

But this time he will come back.

Shi Feixia slowly raised his hand and gently stroked the corners of his mouth that still had the temperature left.