Just when the little fat man was hesitating, the long sword placed on him by the man in the top hat suddenly flew up in the air, stabbed, and cut a long and slender gash on his arm.
Suddenly, blood flowed down. Under the severe pain, the little fat man screamed in pain.
At the same time, a miniature golden formation slowly spread out with the little fat man as the center.
After the little fat man inside was protected by the formation, the hesitant emotions in his heart gradually faded away, and reason took over his mind again.
"I'm sure, choose the odd number! Open it!"
"Can't you help your teammates?"
Seeing the flying sword flying out of the sky, everyone in Beibei's team subconsciously thought that the man in the top hat controlled the flying sword to kill Cheng Tianxiao.
Seeing the little fat man lose his mind, the expressions on the faces of captain Zhang Beibei and the handsome man looked very anxious, worried about the Easter egg that their teammates were about to lose.
Unexpectedly, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The man in the top hat's long sword seemed to have a sword spirit. It flew up on its own and "killed people" automatically.
After hearing Zhang Beibei's question, the top hat man on the side suddenly froze: a pair of invisible big hands strangled the woman's slender neck from a distance: "Are you questioning me?"
Feeling the sudden breath of death, the widow woman immediately put away her charm, straightened her expression, and explained with a strong face: "Senior... forgive me, I was rude. I am just worried that senior... making a mistake will bring consequences to the Beibei team. risk."
"Please...senior...have mercy on me!" Zhang Beibei was controlled by big hands, with her feet about twenty centimeters off the ground.
His whole body was shaking violently, his neck was scratched so much that he couldn't breathe, and his speech was choppy.
"I also want an explanation." Tuoba Hong moved his right hand, and a column of water slowly seeped out from his index finger, quietly crawled to the soles of the widow's feet, and slowly wrapped her around, forming a spherical water shield.
"Gen Water Shield Master", "Water Explosion!" After the man's words fell, the water on Zhang Beibei's neck suddenly contracted and expanded, and with a bang, it burst out of the top hat man's control.
Since the man formed a water shield on Zhang Beibei in advance, the damage caused by the water burst did not affect the other party.
After landing, Zhang Beibei expressed her deep gratitude to Tuoba Hong.
The man in the top hat had suffered internal injuries during the fight with the police officer and his wife. Now that his control was broken, he just snorted in dissatisfaction, but had no intention of pursuing the matter.
After all, he originally only planned to give the other party a warning.
The purpose was achieved, and the shortcomings in other small details are understandable.
"The little fat man has a weak character. I guessed before that he didn't dare to take the Blood Seal Sword. So I used the ability of the 'Alchemist' to add an additional time-effective flight function to the long sword."
If the polite man hadn't been injured at the moment, a cultivator in Sequence 6 with his "Air Sequence" wouldn't have bothered to explain to a "Gen Water Shield Master" whose "Factor Sequence" was only Sequence 7.
Tuoba Hong nodded and stopped talking.
Knowing that the other party has given him enough face, he no longer pursues the fact that the other party has additionally engraved a slashing formation on the long sword.
Fortunately, I only cut the little fat man's arm and used his Sequence 9 "Doctor Xunmu" ability to treat it when he came back.
After a small episode, everyone returned their attention to the competition between the little fat man and Lu Xueyan.
At this moment, an indescribable faint purple light flashed across Lu Xueyan's body. She circulated the spiritual power in her hands and murmured in a low voice: "Fortune Officer", "Transportation".
At the same time, a green light slowly shone in Lu Xueyan's palm, and then dimmed.
Then, she slowly opened her palm and saw two exquisite yellow and green eggs.
"It's an even number!" After the result came out, the formation around the little fat man slowly dissipated.
He suddenly collapsed on the ground, his eyes full of disbelief.
Immediately, the corresponding red and yellow eggs in the little fat man's hand slowly floated into Lu Xueyan's hand.
She picked up the red one and threw it to Fu Honglei, who was meditating to heal his injuries. The latter was grateful in return.
Only Su Lin's eyes were slightly confused. He clearly saw Lu Xueyan put three eggs, including his green egg, into the palm of his hand.
But he didn't understand that in the blink of an eye, one of the Easter eggs in his palm was missing.
"This should be the ability of the 'Imaginary Sequence' Sequence 8 'Fortune Officer'. After seeing that she could not control the opponent's emotions, she should have maximized her luck. Therefore, the opponent should be the unlucky one."
Seemingly sensing Su Lin's confusion, Chu Xuan raised the frame of the mirror and made an analysis.
Su Lin nodded thoughtfully and looked at Lu Xueyan again. This time it was her turn to guess.
The little fat man put away his contempt and carefully held an Easter egg tightly in his hand this time, as if he was afraid that the egg would disappear if he was not careful.
He put his fist downwards and said slowly to Lu Xueyan: "I'm ready, you guess."
Lu Xueyan didn't respond. The color of her pupils gradually changed, and she simply asked the little fat man a question: "How many Easter eggs do you have in your fist?"
Hearing the other party's question, the little fat man unconsciously moved his eyes upward, and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity in his heart that if he didn't tell the other party the correct answer, he would be failing his relatives, teammates, and the empire.
At this moment, he had a strong desire to express himself. He felt like a prisoner who had committed a serious crime and was in urgent need of salvation from the outside world.
The only way to save him right now is to tell the other person that he has some Easter eggs.
At first, he thought about scratching himself with the sword again to stay awake, but after thinking that the flying sword could only be used once, he slowly suppressed this idea.
In the end, he suddenly felt that instead of not being redeemed, he would rather sink forever.
The little fat man was struggling fiercely in his heart. In that closed world, it seemed like a long time had passed, but in the eyes of outside teammates, they saw this scene in the blink of an eye:
"I only have one Easter egg in my hand." The little fat man's eyes were empty, but he said the answer without hesitation.
When the widow Zhang Beibei saw this scene, she suddenly felt ridiculous that her virginity had fallen to the ground.
"Sure enough, men are all virtuous." She twisted her flexible waist a few times and began to think about the events she would compete with them in when it was her turn.
The little fat man dragged his body full of scars and returned to Beibei's team in frustration. Only Tuoba Hong simply bandaged his wounds.
But other people didn't care about him. Even the widowed woman who had promised to give her a reward was too lazy to encourage him now.
After Lu Xueyan threw away the two easter eggs he had won before, he got another victory fruit, three in total. It could be said to be the biggest victory since the game, and he was inspired by the whole team.
During the competition, Sulin's mental power extended outward from time to time, and he saw other intelligent players also competing for Easter eggs in an orderly manner.
He was dazzled by the variety of unheard of games. Those who win the Easter egg are happy and happy, while those who lose the Easter egg are depressed, and some even lose their lives.
But the Easter egg game is far from over, and it’s Chu Xuan’s turn next.
The game also gave them a half-hour break.
The time of the game always passed quickly, and as time passed, the scorching sun was already hanging above their heads.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a round of blood-red eyes, watching the struggles of these ordinary humans...
