71. King's Game
(Anti-theft has been replaced)
Zong Jiu still did not give up.
He asked Xu Su and Xu Sen: "Is there really no fruit left from your last time? Do you, who eat durian, eat the peel?"
Xu Su had a sad face: "Brother Jiu, it's not that I litter everywhere, but the durian peel can't be put into the system backpack, right?"
Hearing this, Zong Jiu sighed.
If he can't start with the fruit he gave to others in the deserted village copy, then he can only think of the worst answer.
That day in Las Vegas, the devil stepped on the murderous aura and bent down and said, "I like you very much." He smiled and handed over a rose. In order to avoid bloodshed at the scene, Zong Jiu took it with humiliation, but he was very vengeful in his heart, and deliberately gave it to the purple-clothed dealer in public.
So much time has passed, and Las Vegas has been closed permanently. Where can he find roses?
Zong Jiu suddenly remembered that Azan in Black had exchanged five apples for him, and hope began to ignite in his heart.
Unfortunately, the next second, he remembered what Azan in Black was like now.
The puppet strings on Lin Guoxing's head are now tied to Azan in Black.
It's true that all roads lead to Rome, and everyone has become a devil.
What's the difference between looking for Azan in Black and looking for the devil himself? I'm so tired.
On the other hand, he drew the king but accidentally clicked on his own Messiah.
Almost as soon as this result came out, people from the Temple came forward and respectfully presented their props.
All the people in the Temple are supporters of the Messiah. Although the Son of God advocates equality for all, there is no doubt that the leader of the Temple is the Messiah himself.
This command was no difficulty for Messiah, because he had helped so many people. Sometimes, even when he met newcomers who did not have special props in the dungeon, he would often help them. He not only led people through the dungeon but also gave them props. He was a great philanthropist. There were so many people who owed him favors. Some old people who became rich later still kept their original props. Messiah only needed to take a casual walk to get the props that the main system command required to be given to others. He submitted the commanded items on the spot without any effort.
[S-level trainee Messiah, completed the command and received the reward: the number of blind box selections of the player x1]
[Because the last round of the game is limited to three days, the game at this table ends in advance. The participation rewards of the remaining trainees have been distributed to each person's system backpack. Please check them carefully]
[The game has ended]
With the prompt of the main system, the people at the game table also stood up and left.
The black wizard swept his heavy black robe and disappeared.
The exorcist was also about to take Tsuchimikado to have a drink, but when he turned around and saw Soujiu still sitting there, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"What's wrong? Can't remember who you gave the gift to?"
When he asked this, everyone's eyes were focused.
Messiah, who had just submitted the task, also turned his head and showed a concerned expression, "Do you need help?"
Help you a big head ghost!
There are only three rounds of the King's Game in total. The first two rounds were bloody, and the style suddenly changed in the third round. It was such a serious and incompatible order. If there is no devil behind this, it is a ghost.
Soujiu cursed in his heart.
Ever since he knew that Messiah was a puppet of the devil, he thought the blond son was hypocritical.
But now Soujiu didn't plan to reveal that he knew this. Who knows if he can use it in the future to plot against No. 1?
The white-haired young man smiled hypocritically, "It's okay, I already have a clue."
Messiah still looked a little worried, "Okay, if you need anything, you can always ask me for help."
[There won't be any problem, why does the magician look so reluctant?]
[The main system just rejected his application, which means he must have given things away.]
[Indeed, if you can give things away, the relationship will not be too bad. As long as you say it is the requirement of the King's Game, you will die if you can't get it, and you will not let it die. And the Son of God is willing to help him. Compared with the previous two orders, it is simply a free point question, so I won't talk about it.]
[It's a pity that there is no live broadcast after leaving the King's Game area. I'm quite curious about who the magician gave things to that makes him so distressed.]
[Curiosity +1]
......
Everyone at the game table left, and Zong Jiu wandered to the bar on the side.
He found an NPC who looked like the lobby manager of an open-air bar.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
Zong Jiu: "Last time, Las Vegas was permanently closed for special events. Where are the dealer NPCs there? Are they working in the open-air bar or the trainee dormitory?"
The NPC looked embarrassed, "Sir, NPCs are all virtual staff differentiated from the main system. They will also be transferred after the event is closed. The dealers of the last special event have returned to the consciousness of the main system. We are the batch that has undergone professional bar service training. If this event is closed, we will also return to the main system. There is no possibility of continuing to stay."
This is difficult. Zong Jiu rubbed his hair irritably.
Behind him, Xu Su and Xu Sen followed like little tails. In addition to them, almost all the newcomers in Zong Jiu's camp in the last deserted village copy followed eagerly.
After the game, Xu Sen immediately spent 500 points to recover from the wound. Now his face is ruddy, and there is no other sign except a large piece of blood on his chest. No one can imagine that he is the tough guy who just cut off one of his ribs.
"What are you doing?"
Zong Jiu was still thinking about whether he had given away anything, and when he turned around, he saw them following behind him.
Xu Su shouted, "One, two, three--"
They shouted in unison, "Hello, Boss!"
"I didn't have time to thank Brother Jiu last time in the dungeon, so today we made a special appointment to thank Brother Jiu together." Xu Sen explained quickly.
Zong Jiu glanced at them for a few times, and suddenly went up and touched everyone's head.
Everyone stood there obediently, without asking any more questions, so Zong Jiu didn't know how to explain for a while, so he had to wave his hand, "Okay, okay, you might as well play a few more King Games to improve yourself."
"Yes! We will definitely work hard and never let Brother Jiu down!"
Xu Su saluted in a proper manner, and rushed to the game area with others as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
Zong Jiu: "......?"
Looking at the backs of these people, he wondered what these newcomers were thinking. He was sold out by the insider and helped the insider count money. Now he wanted to recognize him as the boss. This kind of weird brain circuit was completed without being tied with puppet silk. It was really confusing.
He looked at it for a while and had to blame it on his own personal charm.
However, after being interrupted by Xu Su and others, Zong Jiu remembered that he had given away something.
So, he knocked on Zhuge An's door again... again.
The last time they talked, it was not a bad end, nor was it a good talk.
But Zhuge An's words were there, saying that he would not be his enemy and would assist him. In Zong Jiu's mind, he was equivalent to a dog-headed military advisor who did not need to be responsible for him. The assistance delivered to the door would be useless.
Sure enough, the door slid open automatically after knocking.
Zong Jiu once again walked into the room of No. 3 in full view of everyone.
Zhuge An disappeared after returning from the dungeon. Not only was he not likely to appear in the public city area on the first floor, he didn't even go to the King's Game area to join in the fun. He sat in his room meditating every day, and no one knew what he was doing.
After seeing Zong Jiu coming in, the black-haired man asked without opening his eyes or raising his head, "What's the matter?"
Zong Jiu, "Can you give me back the drop of blood I gave you before?"
Zhuge An suddenly opened his eyes.
The deep eyes, like the cold abyss, looked straight at him, and the edges seemed to show a light glass color under the reflection of the dim light in the room.
He looked at the white-haired young man steadily, and after a moment, he said coldly, "No."
Zhuge An wanted to refuse, and Zong Jiu had no choice.
According to the other party, the drop of blood was a transaction between the two of them. He probably used it to verify whether Zong Jiu was the person in the prophecy. Even if he was not, the deal had been concluded and there was no reason to take it back.
In fact, what he said above was all nonsense. The truth was that he could not beat Zhuge An.
Perhaps because he saw that the master he had just pledged allegiance to was in a bad mood, Zhuge An rarely showed mercy and asked, "What happened?"
"Don't mention it." Zong Jiu said gloomily, "The order of the King's Game was to take back something that had been given away."
"The devil's rose?" Zhuge An hit the nail on the head.
Seeing the white-haired young man nod, he showed a trace of thought, "No. 1 flower is a special prop."
Special prop?
Zong Jiu was a little surprised, "What's the use of a flower?"
"Maybe it will always be covered with dew and will not wither?"
This joke is a bit cold, especially when it comes from Zhuge An's mouth.
Zong Jiu was speechless for a while, then he figured out the key to the matter, "Since it is a special prop...wait."
The scene at the gambling table in the center of Las Vegas flashed through his mind.
From the cigarette cheating to the meaningful expression of No. 1.
Zong Jiu found the problem.
If he had used the magician's trick of changing cards quickly to cheat, what about the devil?
The devil had crossed his hands from beginning to end, and sat in the first seat with a lack of interest.
Zong Jiu didn't see any signs that he had changed the cards.
At that time, he was busy cheating and didn't think about it carefully. Now thinking back, he found that everything pointed to the only possibility.
- That is, the devil controlled the purple-clothed dealer.
Just imagine, if the dealer helped cheat, there would be no need for No.1 to do it himself, right?
It turned out that he took the rose from the original owner and gave it to the original owner's puppet.
The original owner's puppet must have returned the flower to the original owner, and now Zong Jiu had to take it back from the original owner.
After a long detour, to put it bluntly, Zong Jiu had to go to the devil. He guessed that the other party was just waiting for him to come to the door leisurely.
Good boy, this is a really good plan.
Zhuge An said slowly: "But - there is another way."
A strange key appeared in his palm, "B-level prop, universal key."
"You can pick a time to go to No. 1's room and be a gentleman on the beam."
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