Social death? Or really dead? this is a problem?
"Is it impossible? First the social death, then the real death, and no one can escape."
Seeing the two bald heads in the scene with frightened faces, Lu Pingping touched Xiaomu's head in a playful manner.
This development seems understandable based on the positive teachings of the God of Fighting, Domineering Three Faces, of "continue fighting under any adverse circumstances."
Whether you can accept it or not is a matter of opinion.
The fight to the death between the two monks came to a standstill at that moment, and their heads were obviously overloaded at that moment.
When choosing women's clothing, just imagining a muscular and bald dress and wearing it on the spot is just the basis. Being photographed and then widely circulated is inevitable.
Choosing a feminine body, both of them don't wear much, and they are both muscular, which may make them even more blind, and at the same time, it may leave a lifelong shadow.
". It seems that no matter which choice you make, you will have to be a lifelong shadow. Tsk, that's really cruel."
Watching other people's excitement always makes people happy.
Lu Pingan, who had a bad taste, laughed out loud, especially when he saw
"The time is up, then, the random selection begins!"
A burst of mischievous pink light fell, and both parties completed their "transformation" in an instant.
A muscular man, his upper body is dressed in his sister-in-law's colorful floral shirt, and his lower body is in a black silk short skirt. He also comes with super heavy makeup that looks like a small country bar, but he wears thick foundation and red lips. Well, Lu Ping'an smiled. When it came out, someone almost sprayed it out.
The other one is much better. "She" has grown black hair directly to her waist!
The muscle lines have become beautiful, full of masculinity, and she has a face of a beautiful middle-aged woman that is somewhat like a male beauty.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
On the spot, both sides suffered a mental attack of 100,000 pounds and let out shocking screams.
However, at this moment, the two sides are still fighting together and cannot make mistakes or stop.
Who's winning? The effeminate boss who punched his opponent in the face won.
Because "she" couldn't see her face after all, but the cross-dressing boss could see her little skirt, and her mentality became even more intense.
"Tsk, it's so miserable." Looking at the winner who was about to cry but had no tears and was frantically covering his chest, it was difficult for Lu Ping'an not to laugh out loud.
As the Awakened Ones who are the most capable of cultivating the mind, the way the two sides directly broke through the defenses was really hard to watch. Maybe they were the two who were chosen less favorably.
But Lu Pingan thought about it. If he was in such a scene and really had to choose, it would be better to jump into the sea.
"Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Liu Dapeng for getting off to a good start and let my Lord reward him."
The light from the sky fell, covering the "lady", and not long after, he showed a joyful smile. It seemed that he was very satisfied with this "divine grace", but...
"Well, it looks even worse when he smiles. I hope he can smile again tomorrow."
Looking at the "tourists" frantically taking photos and videos on the deck, Lu Ping'an expressed sadness for Liu Dapeng's future.
"Fuck, whoever put this in, I told you to be more serious the first few times. Uh, I'm sorry, a small work mistake is definitely not my Lord's bad taste."
In the sky, the emcee who forgot to turn off the microphone also made a little joke.
But it's hard to tell whether this was an accident or a trick to lighten the atmosphere and prevent everyone from giving up directly.
In short, after a burst of good-natured laughter, the scene became a little more relaxed until the two unlucky guys were shaken into it again.
One of them was holding coffee and a sandwich in one hand, and the other was holding a camera to take pictures. They were just people looking at the scenery, but they instantly became people in the scenery.
But this time, it is slightly different from before.
"You all understand the rules, please place your bets!"
Well, the betting table in the sky and the constantly beating multipliers say it all.
"The wait is finally here!"
"This is the real match!"
"Who to buy, who to buy?!"
And these noisy customers immediately started making noises.
But in this day and age, it seems to be quite normal.
"The winner will receive at least one low-level divine grace or gift from our Lord. The more brilliant the performance, the better the reward. And the loser will also receive 10% of the profits from the gambling game."
No professional likes to be looked at like a monkey, but if the rewards are sufficient and there are additional large profits, it is another matter.
The loser gets the profit from the game, but what about the winner? The divine grace obtained by the victor, even if it is the lowest level and most useless, is absolutely impossible to buy with money under normal circumstances.
The profit share for the losers will definitely be considerable. The wealthy people who bet on the game spend extremely exaggerated money, but from this perspective, it is more like a consolation prize or medical expenses.
"These days, even the God of Martial Arts smells like copper."
"Do you know who owns three of the top ten gaming companies and horse racing companies in the East?"
"I didn't know it before, but I know it now."
It is no longer news that the gods are involved in local operations. Each god has his own "industry". Obviously, this one is a bit of a loser.
Lu Pingan felt it was subtle, but if he thought about it carefully, "fighting for a huge reward" seemed to fit the action pattern of the God of Martial Arts.
Commercialization itself brings huge benefits and traffic, and at the same time, it also brings stable income and backup resources to the church.
"only."
"A little unhappy? It's normal. I'm unhappy too. We professionals are not fighting dogs in a cage."
Wang Hai said angrily, as a young man, even if he usually tries to suppress his emotions, he still feels a little unhappy and unfair when facing this situation.
"Uh, I want to ask, can the contestants place bets? Isn't it a little late to place bets now?"
But obviously for Lu Ping An, there seems to be nothing that is completely impossible to do.
Just looking at classmate Wang Hai's embarrassment, Lu Ping'an shook his head and smiled.
"The more you care, the more excited they become. In their eyes, maybe this is an opportunity to spend money to let a superior professional fight in a cage, but..."
There was undisguised disdain in Lu Ping'an's calm words.
"...But the fact is that they are nothing. Even without them, we would still bet and fight, and seek an opportunity to advance for God's favor. From another perspective, they came here to give money on their own initiative to support the professionals."
With a few words, Lu Ping'an calmed Wang Hai's irritable mood. He realized that his classmate might be under a lot of pressure, and the awakened person's cultivation could no longer suppress the innate ghost's rampage.
"What's the truth?"
As for Big Cat, he was only interested in Lu Ping'an's opinion.
"If they look at me, they love me, they like me, or they hate me, they hate me, they want to kill me. It doesn't matter to me."
The young man smiled, appreciating everything in front of him, not only the deadly fight within the bureau, but also the "insiders" who thought they were outsiders.
He also saw more in his eyes.
Throughout the secret realm, tangible or invisible "golden chains" link everything.
Being tied to the chain, becoming a member of the cage fight, becoming a part of this festival, not only the contestants, but also the audience are also making sacrifices for this festival.
"It's interesting. Emotions, excitement, gambling, life, money, everything you have can be used for 'gambling' or martial arts?"
