Whole wheat, 55 minutes finally turned around and looked at his teammates in a neat manner: "Do you talk to us again?"

Monk: "Get out."

All the passers-by: "…"

It’s not a family, it’s not a family.

Demos: "…"

He did have malice in sowing, but the greatest joy in sowing was that when both sides "tatically understand", they didn't want to go out to die, but they couldn't say it explicitly, so they had to deviate and let me be humble. When I humble to you, he would jump out to expose this hypocritical performance.

Now, his happiness is deprived.

The two donuts, eventually, used the "draw dagger" method to determine the order of appearance.

The dagger fell to the ground, pointing at the tip of the knife for 50 minutes.

By the way, on the way down, he almost stabbed Moss.

Moss no longer wants to pursue such a small episode.

After he realized that whole wheat, 550 cents, and the bald head who was absolutely single for the rest of his life belonged to the same organization, his "tolerance" for these two people became involuntarily higher.

As Demos stood in front of 50 minutes.

The eyes of all the passers-by focused on this melancholy young man with slightly curly hair for the first time.

Five-five points are not a person with a high sense of existence.

Especially when he is with Donut's teammates, he is more likely to be submerged. He is neither Guan Lan's lively and dazzling nor Leon's fatal blow. He is not as yelling as a monk, nor as smart as Tanhua. Even the same low-key whole wheat has a striking wheat-colored skin, but he doesn't have any signs of 50 minutes.

Even slightly curly hair is not the kind of very exaggerated natural curly, especially now that the hair is a little long and at first glance it looks like ordinary half-length and non-short hair. You need to look carefully to see some textures.

But it is such a person. When the level-breakers really focus their attention, they realize that Chunmai didn't lie just now, and 50-50-minute is really "beautiful".

It is not that kind of ostentatious, dazzling handsome, but 50 points is another kind of restrained temperament that looks more and more delicious.

When he was in the dungeon, Tang Lin had two words about this person - middle part, melancholy.

Now he realized that this melancholy does not really come from his character of 55 minutes, but from his facial features, with sorrow between his eyebrows and a bridge of his nose standing just right. When he frowned slightly, his eyes looked particularly deep, unruly and passionate.

This is a face that photographers will like.

But Demos obviously didn't care about the escapist's skin. After standing face to face, the first thing he asked was: "What are you afraid of?"

Five-five minutes took a slight step back, and he felt true: "I'm afraid you're too close to me."

Demos: "…"

Everyone: "..."

In the solidified air, five minutes suddenly realized: "Ah, you ask 'fear', I think about it..."

Demos: "…"

Other passers-by lower their heads, and try not to look at the gatekeepers to avoid being implicated by the melancholy donuts.

"To be honest, I'm afraid of too much." Wuwumin lifted his bangs, his eyes deep, and his tone was sincere. "I'm afraid of death here, I'm afraid of having a home, I'm afraid of being disappointed by those who like me, I'm afraid of being overwhelmed by those who hate me, I'm afraid of being fat, but I love to eat... Sometimes I think, life is composed of countless fears, don't you?"

Demos looked expressionless: "Shut up, don't move, look at me."

Just obediently, but use raised eyebrows instead of continuing the questions.

Demos pretended that he didn't see it and looked into the depths of his eyes.

Wuwumin was stunned and his expression gradually became confused.

The temple is quiet.

This is the fastest time that Demos entered a "spying" state in recent conversations.

Many passers-by understand.

After all, I want to lay a prelude to create a horrible atmosphere before the war, but you pulled me to talk about life with all my heart and soul, and no one could continue to talk.

I just don’t know what the deepest fear in my heart is this literary and melancholy 550 minute.

Demos found the abyss of 50 or 50 points.

This is an ordinary abyss of fear, neither big nor small, neither deep nor shallow, and even the monsters piled in the abyss are nothing special.

Such an abyss was not attractive to Moss. He jumped in and prepared to slide to the bottom and go directly to find the monster at the bottom.

As a result, as soon as he slid down a little, he was stopped by a monster.

No, it can't be said to be a stop, a monster who was eager to climb up and hit him directly.

The moment he touched, the environment around Demos changed completely.

He frowned in annoyance. The "fear" he encountered would automatically unfold and he would not be able to see it if he didn't want to.

The abyss full of monsters disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was a huge screen, more than one person high and extremely bright. When he suddenly appeared, he thought he had been attacked by some photoelectricity, so he jumped back and jumped far away in an instant.

Only after he was far away did he see the full view of the screen clearly.

It's a mobile phone.

Although the size is amazing, it is indeed a mobile phone that is constantly refreshing information.

Rows of text, like flowing water, swipe up on the mobile phone screen—

【Who is this person?】

【Don't recognize.】

【Seventy-second-line little actor.】

【Hahahaha, xswl, it’s all up to the border.】

【Why do I think he has touched the face?】

【It must have moved.】

【It's so ugly after moving.】

[Fans all think he is a melancholy prince [smile][smile]]

[There are still fans in the seventy-second line? He is a fan of him and he is a supporting role? He is a fan of him and is a fan of the center of the earth?]

【Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha】

【…】

The information was brushed too quickly, except for the first paragraph, Moss didn't read the complete picture later, but no matter which sentence he saw, it was basically slander, ridiculed, and sarcastic.

Although he can't understand some nouns and abbreviations, he does not visually mean it.

At this point, this fear attribute is very obvious - negative evaluation.

This is the fear that many people will appear in the abyss. Worrying to be hated, so in fear, these "hate" will appear one by one.

However, in the fear of other level-breakers, real people jumped out to evaluate, including relatives, friends, bosses, colleagues, etc., and 50 points are the first one to review by "mobile phone".

Moreover, his "negative evaluation" is also more than others. There are at most dozens of sentences, and some of them are only a few fewer sentences. This is simply a huge amount, and he can make it to the forever.

After finally jumping out of the fear of negative comments and returning to the abyss, Demos slid down more carefully, but the monsters seemed to be staring at him and rushed towards him one by one.

Demos had never encountered such a "passionate" abyss, and the result was that the fear of being forced to browse almost formed a complete career line—

Negative evaluation fear.

Acting is urgent and frightened.

A fear of termination of a brokerage company (I don’t want you anymore).

The agency is afraid of not termination of the contract (I won’t let you go).

Love is exposed to fear.

Fans turn to black fear.

Fear of falling popularity.

The face is old and frightened.

The company fears that the company refuses to have plastic surgery...

When he jumped out of the last fear, Moss had a headache and wanted to kill someone.

Fortunately, I reached the bottom of the abyss.

A colorful plasticine-like monster occupies here. Its body is a pool with many tentacles that can flow on the ground, like colorful streams.

Demos rubbed his eyebrows, cheered up, and stepped into the stream with one foot.

The abyss disappeared, replaced by the bleak autumn wind, the deserted street corners, and the 50-50-minute walk forward alone.

Moss's eyes lit up, and the dimness in his expression swept away.

It is too rare to meet the fearful person in the abyss.

He quickly stepped forward and caught up with 55 points, and Moss directly patted him on the shoulder from behind.

Five-five minutes stopped and turned around in a daze: "Are you?"
To be continued...