Tang Lin woke up from being spying.

When Moses was watching others, although the person who was spied did not show much strangeness, he was "spiked inside" after all, and he always thought he would feel a little uncomfortable and resistant.

But in fact, there is nothing to feel.

He was like a sleep, the whole process was quiet, empty and peaceful.

However, when his mind gradually returned to his mind and his vision became clearer, he could still feel that the "travel of being spying" was a bit long.

Demos was still standing in front of him.

But I didn't see him.

The guardian's eyes were directed at the clearing camp at the rear, and it was not good.

Tang Lin turned around in confusion and looked back with Demos, but there was nothing unusual in the level-passing camp. If you have to say that, it would be more than a dozen level-breakers, all with the same confused faces.

It was clearly a spy on myself, why did Demos, who woke up first, look at others?

Tang Lin was puzzled and asked the guardian directly. The danger coefficient was too high, so he decided to attack the clearance camp first.

"That," he asked politely to his companions in the Passer Clan, "Has I... been lost for a long time?"

Loss of mind is a euphemism for being "spy".

After all, the weather is unknown to the guards of the gates now. If the words that are too direct stimulate him, it is really not worthwhile to Tang Lin, who is still under the assessment.

Although it was tactful, everyone in the level-passing camp understood it tacitly and nodded one after another.

Monk: "It's been a long time? That's quite long-"

Five-five minutes: "You two have enough time to watch a movie."

Whole wheat: "How much fear do you have in your heart?"

Cong Yue: "Bai Luxi still said that you two elope in the world of your heart, which made Mr. Fan look extremely bad."

Tang Lin: “…”

Tang Lin turned his gaze to Fan Peiyang and gained a low-pressure face.

Then he silently turned his gaze back to Cong Yue and objectively stated: "Mr. Fan's face is not very good now."

"It has nothing to do with me," Bai Luxi swayed one arm lazily and shook the blame. "He is unhappy now because Demos has been glaring at him since he spied on you."

Tang Lin was surprised: "Why?"

Bai Lu's arms raised slightly deflected, and a finger that stretched out pointed directly at Moss like a weather vane: "You ask him. We want to know too."

Tang Lin turned his head back, and Moss also looked back.

The two people who were facing each other finally met their sights.

Tang Lin's thoughts suddenly returned to normal.

He is still under assessment.

Demos saw his fear, so he woke up first and then went to Van Peiyang. After contacting each other, the only explanation was that his fear was related to Van Peiyang.

So after all, we still have to return to the central idea of ​​assessment.

"What is my fear?" Before Mos could be waited for, Tang Lin spoke first.

In fact, he could probably think of what he was afraid of, and based on the assessment experience observed before, his fear would not surprise Mos too much. If he was not surprised, he would be at risk of being sentenced to death, so he had to speak first and try to take the initiative so that he could win a greater probability of passing the level.

He doesn't want to die here.

"Your fear..." Moss said these words quietly, with a little carelessness.

Because he really doesn't care about Tang Lin's fear at all now, he just wants to take out the heart-wrenching memory journey he just experienced and let everyone taste it. He can't be frustrated and angry alone.

But the process of keeping the pass must be followed, especially the passers-by will ask you directly. If you don’t go down, you can’t explain it even if you go back.

"Black fur balls," Demos said listlessly, "three."

Tang Lin: “…Hmm?”

All the passers-by: “…what?”

Demos sighed, and inexplicably felt a little ashamed of the lines he was about to say: "Your fear is three black balls that are crowded together, right at the bottom of your abyss of fear."

Tang Lin: "Hairball?"

All the passers-by: "Crowd together?"

Demos suddenly looked up, looked at the clearing camp, and clicked the tiger down the mountain, Cong Yue, and monk: "You three, please do it together."

The tigers, Cong Yue, and monks were indeed standing next to each other, but they were at least half a step away from each other. Suddenly they were asked to "reach together". Look at me, I look at you, and finally they had to get together in a daze and turn into three people shoulder to shoulder.

Demos: "A little tighter."

The three of them twitched the bullet and squeezed into a ball.

Demos nodded with satisfaction and looked back at Tang Lin: "Just squeezed together like this, and when I go to catch them, they still run away."

Going down the mountain tiger, Cong Yue, monk: "…run?"

Demos: "No need to act this!"

Tang Lin couldn't help but bent his lips. When he thought of three black hair balls living in his heart, he was still... quite cute.

"If I were you, I wouldn't laugh," Demos's voice subsided, like the low moan of a wandering soul in the middle of the night, dark and dangerous. "Your fear is the most common and cliché. I have seen it here countless times, and I have seen it all the time. I have vomited. A hundred people with such fear may not be able to pass one of them here..."

"I'm afraid of death," Tang Lin stole his words, "I'm afraid of death, right?"

Demos was a little surprised.

Tang Lin's fear was not like Fan Peiyang, who was born with a clear and famous book. No matter how cute the hairball monster was - of course, he reserved his opinions on this adjective - in essence, he was also a fear monster.

And the fear of such monster form is almost hard to be clearly understood. To put it bluntly, it is all subconscious fear, such as Cui Zhan is worried about his parents, and is out of breath, and the monk is afraid of being single, so he suddenly realizes it.

Even he, a snooper, had to catch the wool monster before he knew what was inside.

Tang Lin's "self-awareness" is extremely rare, just like Fan Peiyang's "strange bookshelf".

"It seems I guessed it right." Tang Lin read the answer from Demos' expression.

Mos calmed down and sensed Tang Lin's "frightening fluctuations". This was the only criterion for a passerby to pass the level or the death penalty.

Very calm.

There is almost no big fluctuation.

Moss breathed inexplicably relieved.

If Tang Lin's fluctuation exceeds the red line, he will have to execute the death penalty. Then he will not find a chance to spit it out, and he will be injured until next year.

"Yes, fear of death," said Demos, "of all your only three fears are fear of death."

Tang Lin smiled and said, "One is afraid that I will die by myself, the other is..." He looked back at Fan Peiyang, "Are you afraid that he will die?"

"Everything is right," Demos said, shaking his head, "but I can't understand the second one."

All the passers-by: "…"

This kind of question is clearly about letting the other party show their affection, why ask?

Tang Lin: "If it weren't for him, I would have died long ago, so his life is as important as my own."

Demos: "Thank you for not saying 'His life is more important than yours'."

"It's almost the same," Tang Lin said naturally, "If I can only choose one of two, I'm willing to trade my life for him."

All the passers-by: "…"

Look, the critical hit is coming.

but--

Everyone looked at the guard guards whose aura was cooling down sharply. Even if they ate dog food, they didn't have to be so angry. It was not just anger in the simple sense, but the complex feeling of "sading his misfortune and angering his not fighting".

In sharp contrast to this is Mr. Fan, who has just been "confessed".

My shoulders were straightened, my waist was straightened, my jacket was shaken, and my hands were inserted into my pocket. Although all the movements were very light, they still couldn't stop the joy and wildness of the soul.

"The third fear," Demos pulled the topic back, "You guess again."

This time Tang Lin hesitated.

In addition to fearing death, he certainly was worried about many things, but it was indeed a bit vague to which one stood out and entered his heart.

Demos waited patiently.

But Tang Lin finally gave up: "Come and tell me."

It doesn't matter if you de Mos, it's just a process anyway, and everyone says it the same: "You're afraid that after you reject Van Peiyang, you won't even have to do anything with him."

Tang Lin was stunned there and caught him off guard by the third wool ball.

The passers-by were even punched in front and completely confused.

What is "rejection"? What is "friends have no choice but to do"?

More than a dozen pairs of eyes focused on Fan Peiyang: "Did you two fall in love?!"
To be continued...