"What are you doing, are you going to admit defeat again? It's only been an hour, and you can't do it anymore. It's boring." Desentegert snorted coldly.

"I will admit defeat? Stop being funny." Simon said stubbornly.

"Then let's continue, whoever admits defeat is the grand thief." Desentegget became excited.

"Wait!" Simon hurriedly called to stop, he knew that he must be the one to admit defeat in the end, and he didn't want to seek abuse.

"What the **** are you going to do?" Desentegert said impatiently.

"Don't you think this kind of scolding is boring?"

"No, I think it's interesting."

Simon has a black line on his face, this guy has been sleeping for too long, been alone for too long, and no one has spoken, so he likes to talk so much?

"I think we should have a good talk." Simon said seriously.

"Talk about the size of your horse." Desentegert got angry, and danced one by one, and the dark magic energy began to infect Simon's spiritual world.

"Hey, hey, you have something to say, don't be rough." Simon shouted hurriedly.

Tentacles slammed towards Simon, Simon quickly blocked it, and shouted at the same time: "Desentegret, I'm not the one who made you into a flesh-and-blood sword, your enemy shouldn't be me,"

"Humans don't have a good thing, they all deserve to die."

"I'm dead, you can't wake up."

"Hmph, when I occupy your body, I will be resurrected." Desentegger snorted coldly, his eyes boiling with killing intent.

"You can't invade my body." Simon's mental power exploded to resist its invasion, and at the same time, the old cat appeared, and the cat's meow stopped the tentacles, pushing Decent Gert out of Simon's spiritual world little by little.

The old cat has always been in Simon's spiritual world, guarding Simon.

"Damn, it's this **** old cat again." Desentegert was very angry, and the roar shook the entire spiritual world.

"You can't invade my body, let's have a good talk." Simon continued to shout.

"Not today, sooner or later I will be able to succeed." Desentegger said harshly.

"You can't succeed. Haven't you noticed that I'm using you less and less now? Now that I know your threat, do you think I'll continue to use you?"

"You will, you can't refuse my ability." Dissentegert is very confident in his ability.

"Dicentegut, you are too confident, you should know my strength and potential. I estimate that in five years, no, maybe not five years, three years will be enough, my spiritual power will surpass yours, to At that time, you had no chance to infect me at all."

"Hmph, three years is enough for me to infect you and occupy you."

"Why do you deceive yourself? I can completely seal you up for three years. As long as I am careful and don't cause big trouble in these three years, I can definitely spend it safely. After three years, I will use you again."

"And there is a kind of suppression potion in this world, which is specially used to suppress the flesh-and-blood magic outfit, and I happen to be able to get it. Once the suppression potion is used, I can still use you." Simon boasted.

Disentegret's face was gloomy, his anger was even more intense, and the magic energy rolled like a black tide, but under the joint resistance of Simon and the old cat, Disentegert couldn't make an inch.

"We should have a good talk, Dicentegut."

"Roar!" Desentegret responded to Simon with a roar again.

Simon frowned, his anger and hatred prevailed, he had lost his mind, and it seemed that he was about to fail again,

"Old cat, beat it out." Simon said.

The old cat nodded, and the majestic mental power began to fluctuate.

At this time, Desentegert calmed down, his anger dissipated a lot, and the madness in his eyes subsided.

"Let's talk!" Desentegart spoke on his own initiative, gnashing his teeth, it suppressed the insanely crazy killing intent and hatred in his heart, and let reason prevail.

Simon was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Okay!"

"Dicentegut, I would like to work with you."

"how to cooperate?"

"In future battles, I can use your abilities, but you can't infect me."

"What's in it for me."

"Don't you want a body to revive? I can promise you to help you find a body to revive in the future. With my help, your resurrection is more likely to succeed." Simon said the answer he had thought of for a long time. .

"How long will it be in the future? I need you to give me an exact time." Dissenteger said solemnly.

"Thirty years, as long as thirty years, I will find a body for you to resurrect."

"Thirty years is too long, I can't wait, three years at most, otherwise it's impossible."

"This is impossible. If it's only three years, I might as well keep you for three years. As long as my spiritual power exceeds yours, I can still use you for a lifetime."

Desentegget started to be abnormal again, Simon's words made it angry again, and the fire of hatred in his heart spread and burned.

But it successfully suppressed it again: "Ten years, I will only give you ten years, one more point, one more second will not work."

"I'm taking a step back, twenty years."

Simon and Desentegert negotiated a price and finally settled on fifteen years.

Fifteen years of use is better than a ticking time bomb. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

The reason why Simon didn't choose to use less or keep Desentegt for three years was that he could use Desentegt permanently after Simon's mental power surpassed that of Desentegger.

There are two reasons for this. First, the reason why the so-called spiritual power exceeds the ability to use Disentegret is the suppression of mental power, but this does not mean that Disentegert will surrender.

Once Simon is seriously injured, Decentegert will still fight back against the infection.

Second, the next three to five years will be Simon's rapid development period, and passing this stage safely is the most important thing at present.

Who can say what will happen in the future, maybe three or five years later, with Simon's strength, he no longer needs the sword of disintegration, or he has a new flesh and blood magic sword again.

"We had a great time working together!"

"You remember your promise."

"I have always counted my words, and I have sworn by my family's reputation."

"Hmph, your human oath is no different from farting."

"What you should worry about is yourself. If you violate your promise, our cooperation will be terminated immediately."

"I also swore a poisonous oath, don't you believe it?"

"Each each other."

Although neither of them believed in each other, as long as Ling Chuan didn't give Dicentegut a chance and prevented himself from being seriously injured, Decentegert didn't dare to do anything at will.

The collaboration with Decentegut is the happiest thing these days.

On the second day, another happy event came.

It is a reward from the city hall for Simon's outstanding contribution to the red clown virus incident.

The distribution of the reward showed that the Iron Feather Army and the Security Bureau had not found Sigmund, and Simon breathed a sigh of relief.