"A total of eighteen of you here, I believe each of you has heard of their names, Bai Mengyu." Chulawang Melson pointed to Bai Mengyu and said: "Each of you can choose a white nightmare, they Devour your fear and despair, and become more powerful. You need to vote for death. Each person can vote for two people. They cannot be repeated to one person. The two people with the highest number of votes and the white nightmare they choose are going to fight death. The loser. Will be swallowed up by the winner. "

Everyone's face became very unnatural,

Chulawang Melson's face had a cold smile: "Yes, that's it, fear, despair, and overwhelming, but now you haven't chosen your own white nightmare, so you can't provide food to white nightmare. . "

"The winner has the power to take the next game." Chulawang Melson said.

"The condition of the winner is that the duel or the contract Bai Mengyu died, and they will be judged as failures."

Totti Belster has been scolding in his heart, and the flatches just shot are useless.

The demon didn't leave him at all.

But cursing and cursing, Chulawang Melson's words, he did not miss a word, all in mind.

Suddenly, Morocco Beek pushed Totti Best.

"Belster, go and choose Bai Mengyan, what a mess?"

Totti Balst looked up to see that everyone else had already picked Bai Mengmu.

He was analyzing the situation in his mind just now, which caused him to be a little distracted.

Bai Mengyu scattered around and surrounded a dozen people.

There are far more Bai Mengyu than the prisoners present.

They have large and small heads, and some white nightmares have spots of other colors on their bodies.

Totti Blast came to a big white nightmare.

This white nightmare is almost catching up with the big dog.

Moroccan Bick suddenly pulled Totti Best: "Berster, don't choose this one."

"why?"

"I don't know if you noticed it, all the white nightmare here."

"What's wrong?" Totti Belst still didn't understand what Moroccan Beek meant.

There are nearly a thousand white nightmare here, densely packed together.

Looked at the big head, what other things did you notice?

"Those big white nightmare are not necessarily powerful, and those small are not necessarily weak, and you see, those colors are pure white and the size is not small. White Nightmare, so I feel that when choosing White Nightmare, you do n’t have to pick the biggest one, but the whitest one. "

Totti Belst stared at Morocco Beek in amazement: "Choose the whitest? Isn't it too irresponsible to choose this way?"

Moroccan Bick silently didn't explain too much to Totti Belst.

Everyone here can't trust, even if they are friends.

In the same way, Totti Belst did not trust Morocco.

But he saw Morocco. Bick chose a pure white nightmare.

He believed that Moroccan Bick would not joke about his own life.

So he finally decided to choose a pure white nightmare.

As for the other inmates, some people choose big people, while others choose pure white.

"Well, now each of you has chosen a white nightmare, and you can start voting now. You are not anonymously voting. Each of you needs to directly vote for the two people who voted, and say why you voted for both."

Everyone was in an uproar, and unexpectedly Chulawang Melson would propose such a rule.

This is to tear them up in person.

But they have no veto power.

Everyone was in a circle, and everyone was looking at each other.

No one speaks, no one wants to open this mouth.

"If it is a tie, no matter how many people are going to duel." Chulawang Melson said, "Do n’t think that everyone can escape without a word, and only one person can do it on the duel. Survive. "

Everyone felt a chill rising, and at this time, the exclusive White Nightmare that had stood behind them began to devour the fear in them.

Those big white nightmares have grown bigger, like blowing balloons.

Those pure white nightmares have more intense morphological changes.

Some have horns on their heads, while others have dorsal wings.

Of course, there are spots on Bai Mengyu.

Now no one knows whether these changes are good or bad.

There was also a change in the white nightmare behind Morocco Beek, with a pair of small horns growing on his head.

Totte Belst's white nightmare has a horn growing in the middle of his head, which is much longer than the white nightmare of Morocco.

Moroccan Beek's face was dignified, perhaps because he had contacted Chen Chen.

So Morocco Beek is not as afraid and desperate as everyone else.

And in his arms, he kept hiding the bottle of unspeakable things.

Although he once spurned the bottle, he hated it.

But at this moment the bottle became his final hole card.

"Just start with you," said Chulawang Melson, pointing at Morocco Beek.

Morocco Beek looks up at Juravan Melson.

"why me?"

"Because you are the most calm," said Chulawang Melson. "You don't seem too scared."

Morocco Beek wanted to disguise his fears, but couldn't.

Because of all his fears, the white nightmare behind him could feel it.

So this cannot be disguised at all.

Morocco. Bick took a deep breath and glanced over everyone at the scene.

Everyone looked nervously at Morocco Beek.

"My first vote was for Nello."

"What? Why give me? Why give me? Did I offend you?"

You can see from the white nightmare behind Nilo, how scared he is now.

His white nightmare has grown like a tiger.

The body is colorful and exudes an ominous breath.

"Because your block size is the largest, if any of us go up against you, there is no chance of winning." Moroccan Bick said: "So we need to deal with the strongest."

"Morocco, I remember you, you wait for me, I won't die! And I will kill you."

Morocco Beek turned a deaf ear to Nilo's words, as if he hadn't heard them.

"I voted for Daniel for the second vote."

Daniel looked up abruptly, and he was also full of mistakes: "Why? I'm not strong or dangerous."

"You are the most educated of us."

"so what?"