Gently rubbing his thin knuckles with his thumbs, Peter Pan's eyes were slightly enchanted.

He sat in the empty and somewhat depressed "Throne Hall", the spiritual center of the entire "Midnight Paradise". Before his eyes, various lights, shadows and colors were constantly changing.

He had just witnessed the process of two Queen-level teams eliminating the strongest King-level team.

At this time, in the picture, Sean Dickinson helped his hat and pocketed the newly harvested platinum cufflinks.

He was so calm, as if he just defeated a mystery seeker of the same level.

At this moment, Peter Pan's eyes focused on the male mask of "The Last Dance"...

From the very beginning, he felt that there was something "different" about this explorer.

Unexpectedly, he could reach the final decisive game.

For his previous performance, the Lord of Souls is very satisfied, so he is also very much looking forward to the final scene - the breakup of their small alliance, and even the killing of each other within the team...

There was a frenzy of anticipation in his eyes: "Go on...

"Give me more fun!"

In a picture that Peter Pan didn't pay much attention to, it can be seen that the velvet curtain is fading a little bit.

There was also a winner between Fargar Taylor and the three brothers and sisters Dorins.

At this time, although they couldn't see it directly, Xiao En and the others had sensed it...

It was not Father Taylor who came out, but the third sibling who still had a demonic expression.

The tall figure in the priest's robe fell into a pool of blood at this moment.

A sharp instrument was inserted into his abdomen, and he was out of breath due to excessive blood loss.

Both Olivia Windchime and Moonlight 1902 closed their eyes.

Sean's cheeks were swollen, and his sharp eyes quickly turned to the double doors leading to the "Throne Hall"—

They must face Peter Pan face to face as soon as possible!

With grief and indignation, a group of people walked through the corridor and opened the door, and entered the hall.

On the high throne, the lord of the spirit world erased the scene in front of him with a wave of his hand, and looked at a group of people who didn't seem to intend to continue the final game.

He leaned forward, propped his elbows on his knees, and opened his hands, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Why did you come in and look for me?

"I said the last surviving team is the champion—you still have two teams!"

Obviously, Sean and Max had no intention of attacking each other. As if he couldn't read the atmosphere at the moment, Peter Pan straightened up, spread his hands and said, "What are you thinking about?—Champions cannot be shared.

"I don't care how strong your alliance is. If you want to decide the final champion, you must solve each other, or be solved by the opponent."

Some kind of conjecture emerged in his heart, the Lord of the Spirits stood up, frowning suspiciously: "Seriously, do you think a pure gold statue is not enough?

"Want to sit on the ground and raise the price? What else do you want?"

Max raised his hand and pointed at Peter Pan, his voice was still hoarse: "I want it, your life."

The boy in black froze.

The whole spiritual world seemed to fall into silence following Pan.

Peter Pan lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

Then, the whole spiritual world began to tremble slightly.

Moonlight 1902 realizes: Peter Pan is about to lose his temper.

He had to raise his hands slightly, guarding against the coming fury...

Then, Pan suddenly raised his head:

"Hahahahaha..."

The lord of the spirit world laughed out loud, and his laughter echoed throughout the throne room.

"Hahahahaha..."

Amidst the wanton laughter, Sean and the others were silent.

After a while, the laughter finally died down.

Peter Pan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "This year is coming to an end—

"I just heard the best joke of the year though!"

At this moment, the three Dorins siblings also appeared behind Peter Pan with smiles on their faces.

With a lingering smile, the idea of ​​paradise turned to Xiao En's direction: "What about you, the last dance?

"Are you here to kill me too?"

Sean was silent—the conflict could break out at any time, but this period of stalemate was just for all of them to recover the spiritual power brought by the smelling salts.

Peter Pan showed a slightly contrived expression of surprise: "My God, it really is!"

I learned that on the opening day of the park, the two teams that broke through many difficulties and reached the finals, their goal is not the grand prize but themselves...

Peter Pan was not angry at all, and there was something fresh and exciting on his face.

His contrived tone made Sean a little suspicious, whether he had already seen the clues.

From the beginning of the confrontation with Peter Pan, Sean knew one thing well: as the master of this spiritual world, Peter Pan can manipulate the entire spiritual world at any time, and launch a miracle-like super-standard attack on himself and others...

But, even with the showdown, he didn't—

The hostility did not give rise to a sense of crisis in his heart, on the contrary, it made him feel fresh, interesting and exciting to the twisted mind!

And these are exactly what he wants!

Apparently, he thought that what was in front of him was "fun", not "crisis".

"Sure enough..." Sean stared at the black-clothed boy standing on a high place. "There is no clause to protect himself in the admission agreement. It is because he expected such a thing to happen..."

It seemed that he had been waiting for all this for a long time, and Peter Pan clapped his hands somewhat contentedly, and said, "So it turns out that the reason you took so much trouble to come here is me!

"Then what are you all for? What do you want to get by killing me?" As if not wanting to miss any fun in this precious "dramatic moment", Peter Pan rubbed his hands and asked the question with a misplaced mentality. Inexplicably full of absurd atmosphere.

Maintaining communication is beneficial to recovery, Sean deliberately said: "My purpose is very simple-I ask you to release all the souls imprisoned here, disband Midnight Paradise, promise that you will never deprive any soul of freedom again, and follow me Back to the Society of Mystics for trial...

"If you can do that, I think we can avoid a conflict."

Sean naturally didn't expect that Peter Pan would really agree to such a condition—he was just creating a topic and postponing the outbreak of the conflict a little bit.

Hearing what Sean said, Peter Pan was almost about to laugh, and made a sound of restrained laughter.

Seemingly feeling that he was being rude, he cleared his throat and tilted his head.

Then, his gaze turned to Max, the disabled soldier: "What about you? You, like this gentleman, are a 'white knight', an envoy of justice and axiom?"

The burning mask shook his head: "To be honest, I don't care what happened here...

"That's none of my business.

"What I want to say is," Max pointed at Peter Pan, "Pan, we know too much about your past..."

"The name 'Peter' doesn't belong to you at all.

"I ask you to return this name to its original owner."

Peter Pan, who had always maintained a teasing attitude, suddenly changed his expression.

There was an uncontrollable surprise on his face: "You are..."

"Mike Downs?!"

With an expression of disbelief, Peter Pan's eyes turned back and forth, as if he was extracting names that had been dusty for a long time from his memory.

"Two of your teammates...are Fry Rachel and Holly Carter??"

Moonlight looked at Max in bewilderment, and then at the demigod on the throne—

He noticed that ~lightnovelpub.net~ Peter Pan's expression at the moment was not so much surprise as panic.

But at this moment, the remnant soldier seemed calm and calm: "That's right, Pan.

"It seems that you are not crazy enough to forget the past...

"Here we come, little man..." The figures of Foley and Holly appeared behind the remnants of the destroyed legion, as if the lingering old enmity, "We want to take back the name 'Peter'...

"Bring back those lost lives."

Bring back the name "Peter"?

Get those lost lives back?

Yue Guang and the others were full of doubts, but Xiao En had deep eyes.

Because of having read that black diary, the New Testament reporter followed the person involved back to that memory...