Thinking of what would happen between Bai Liu and Heart in other timelines, Tang Er Da showed Heart in an indescribable, complex and sympathetic expression.
But he quickly curbed his unnecessary extra feelings, and answered the question that Hearts asked him before: "It should be this three-level game. This is a new game that no one has entered yet."
Bai Liu has always liked new games, especially when there are opponents, his advantage in the new games will be maximized.
"Rose Factory?" Heart opened her eyelids, her face filled with a smile, "It feels like a very romantic game, and it matches your skills and identity that is unspeakable, Mr. Hunter, I believe you must be sure of this. Kill the newcomer who took my little witch in the game."
Hongtao looked at Tang Erda with a gloomy look: "Mr. Hunter, I will do my best to help you. I believe you can already feel my sincerity, but my only requirement is that I must never hurt the little witch. , Both inside and outside the game."
Tang Erda was weird and was silent for a second—Liu Jiayi helped Bai Sixth gear with one of his shots, and now it is unclear whether he is alive or dead.
Hongtao quickly moved away the look that fell on Tang Erda’s face with interest. She didn’t explore Tang Erda’s silence, but just seemed to casually mention: “I heard that my little witch is here. I had a gunshot wound on my body when I entered the game. I hope this kind of thing will not happen again, Mr. Hunter."
She leaned and smiled gracefully and gracefully: "She is the child I brought up and is very important to me. There is a little hurt in her body. It is all the harshness to me for failing to protect her. It is the happiness I promised her. In the future, I don’t want to see her paying the price for following people she shouldn’t follow.”
"I don't want her to be damaged by others, so you can deal with the adult who damaged her."
Tang Erda felt a familiar trick.
… The fact that this woman of Heart protects her shortcomings is really… very troublesome.
Liu Jiayi is now a member of her guild, and this woman seems to have a lot of affection for Liu Jiayi. Even if Liu Jiayi is the equivalent of rebelling against the guild, it seems that Heart does not care at all.
The league is about to begin. Hearts obviously need Liu Jiayi as a player, and only needs Liu Jiayi to go back safely. Her attitude has been expressed-as long as Liu Jiayi goes back safely, she can leave it alone...
If he moved Liu Jiayi casually, Hongtao would definitely try to use his skills to hook out his identity and background and retaliate against him—this woman is already showing signs of doing so.
"These three are all excellent reserve members of our guild fighting." Hongtao turned sideways, let the three members who had been standing behind her come forward, and briefly introduced, "They are all players who have trained with the little witch. He knows her skills and habitual attack methods very well, and knows how to control her without harming her."
Hongtao lifted the brim of her hat, her pupils at the moment were the same light brown as Su Chao, there was a kind on her charming face, her eyes were tender and there was a kind of heart palpitations familiar to Tang Erda, even her voice was the same as Su Chao. They are indistinctly similar:
"Mr. Hunter, I entrusted everything." She leaned forward slightly, her eyes became more and more like Su Chao, and her voice became masculine.
Hongtao stood on tiptoe and whispered intimately in Tang Erda's ear: "Then my witch, please bring it back."
"team leader."
This sound seemed to be true and false, and the captain, mixed with an erratic smile, made Tang Erda suddenly sober.
Hongtao has turned around and walked far away, leaving him with a feminine back, and a grinning smile: "Mr. Hunter is really wary of me, and I haven't seen all of that face in your heart. …"
Tang Erda's face darkened for a moment. He didn't talk nonsense with the players brought by these hearts. After carefully letting them pay attention to the money that Bai Liu had passed, and not to make any money transactions with him, the four people entered the game together. .
[The game "Rose Factory" has gathered players, and the game is about to start...]
Bai Liu opened his eyes during the game. A small, pitch-black TV in the multiplayer game zone made a squeaky electric noise and then lit up. On it, Bai Liu's bloodied face appeared, followed by five TVs around him. They all light up at the same time.
When the audience saw that the legendary newcomer who had been discussed on the forum for an unknown period of time reappeared, the audience rushed frantically to Bai Liu's small TV after a short period of sluggishness.
"I'm going! Go straight into the third level game, and it's too steep to upgrade to one level game at a time!"
"I just saw Hearts beating the strangling player, it might be him..."
"Have you not watched the forum yet?! Didn't it mean that Bai Liu came in holding the injured little witch this time! Did he hurt the little witch? Hearts must be strangling him! The King's Guild team this year focuses on the skills of the little witch. The core is built!"
"I saw a lot of reserve players from the King's Guild, but the last time Bai Liu won against the scavenger zombies, this time, maybe it's okay!"
Wang Shun looked very dark at the person who appeared on the small TV next to the Bailiu small TV-it was the Rose Hunter!
In terms of combat power alone, Hunter is more difficult to deal with than the three reserve guild members combined.
But these ordinary players are not familiar with the hunter, a player who has been hidden for a long time. With the addition of the hunter hiding his panel, these ordinary viewers are not clear about the strength of the hunter, and are still looking forward to a wonderful battle with interest—before Bailiu The overwhelming strength turned defeat into victory, which made many audiences have great confidence and expectations in him.
But Wang Shun had watched the Rose Hunter League.
Why these guilds are still paying high prices to hire hunters to participate in the league, because this person has never been defeated in a single game-that is a sturdy, almost god-given strength.
In the next two years, the audience is not the same group of players who have not witnessed the hunter. The moment the Rose Hunter bullet was fired, the audience began to cheer for the victory he had-this is a convincing battle for top league players. Power is not something that the current Bailiu can resist
If in the league, Bai Liu will undoubtedly die when he encounters a hunter.
But in the game, there is still a silver lining—because there is a store system in the game, Bai Liu can use a lot of points to cash out items, which can be used to disrupt or counterbalance the hunter’s attack rhythm and find a way to clear the game.
Although this cost is high, this is currently the only way Bai Liu can take.
… I don’t know if Bai Liu’s points can hold up…
Wang Shun stood in front of the Bailiu TV and was about to charge Bailiu's TV. Suddenly, Hongtao led a group of people into the viewing area of the Bailiu TV.
The crowd dispersed spontaneously and gave a spot in the front of the Bailiu TV to the sudden arrival of Hongtao.
Wang Shun changed his appearance vigilantly. He rolled up his hood and drew back to the back of the crowd, but he did not back away. Hearts.
The Queen’s face that was very interested in Bai Liu gave Wang Shun a very familiar and unknown feeling...
Hongtao turned around. She smiled and leaned slightly to Bai Liu's audience, and she seemed to be polite: "Although I disturbed everyone's viewing, from now on, Bai Liu is officially designated as the number one enemy of the King's Guild. We forbid anyone to give him a thumbs up, charge and collect. I hope you will be considerate."
"We will let the King’s Guild members stay next to Bailiu’s little TV until he falls into the unnamed zone. I believe you don’t want to get involved in the dispute between us and him. Then I hope you will appreciate the little TV of other players. Happy TV."
Hongtao smiled and waved her hands downwards. The members behind her fell along with her movements, lined up swiftly and quickly arranged on the edge of the Bailiu TV viewing area, forming a line of defense.
The members of the King’s Guild in the direction of the human wall stood with their hands behind their backs and expressionlessly. The intermediate and high-level members of these guilds are extremely deterrent to ordinary players. Even if the central hall cannot harm each other, it is difficult for these ordinary audiences to have the courage to pass this person. Go to the wall to give Bai Liu a thumbs up and charge.
For those league players who are really interested in Bai Liu, they risk offending the biggest guild in the game to give Bai Liu a thumbs up with the presence of Hearts and the league is about to start in two months. Obviously not a very sensible behavior.
Wang Shuan, who was excluded from the small TV area of Bailiu by the human wall, stood outside the small TV area with an ugly face. He pulled off his hood that hides his face, and looked far away at the town where the Queen of Hearts looked like a dragon. Hold the Bailiu TV that no one can touch.
It's really bad now...
If you don’t have enough points, it’s second. Hearts want Bai Liu to fall directly into the [Unnamed Zone]. This is to directly kill Bai Liu’s life in the game...
If you fall into the [Unnamed Zone], the small TVs in that place are all broken small TVs, and the TV screens are basically snowy noises. Players can’t see clearly when they broadcast live inside, so naturally they can’t tell who they are. Who is it, and because of this, [Anonymous District] has no viewers, and no one cares about the players on the TV.
So this place is called [Anonymous District]. Because you fall into this place, you will lose your name and become one of thousands of ordinary players who are unnamed and dying.
If Bai Liu’s small TV falls into the [unknown area] where the abandoned small TVs are piled up, even if the audience wants to like and charge Bai Liu, it will not be possible to find the small TV where Bai Liu is located among the thousands of abandoned small TVs. And without likes, collections and charging, Bailiu's small TV can't come out of [Anonymous District].
This enters an endless loop-once the player falls into the unnamed zone, even if the player enters a new game next time, the small TV will only start in the [unnamed zone], so as long as one player falls into the [unnamed zone], They can only struggle to become monsters or die in this abandoned screen with no one watching the noise forever.
It is really simple for the big guild to use resources to block the ascent channels of a powerful newcomer, otherwise there will not be so many powerful newcomers who choose to join the guild and be exploited invisibly instead of developing by themselves.
Wang Shun, as one of the important middle-level personnel who has been helping the King’s Guild to screen information and newcomers, actually rejects this kind of oppression and monopoly in his heart—because he also joined the club like this. After being learned of his skills, he was coerced and lured. Enter the King’s Guild below.
But no matter how he doesn’t like this behavior, Wang Shun must also admit that in the current situation, unless there is a guild of the same level as the King’s Guild who is willing to come out and fight the King’s Guild for Bai Liu, the scene is unsolvable. -Bai Liu will definitely fall into the [Nameless Zone] under the strict guard of the King's Guild, and enter an endless loop of no one cares about.
But unfortunately, the guild owned by Bailiu, that is, the Corruption Guild, is at least one league champion away from developing into a big guild at the level of the King’s Guild.
Wang Shun changed his face again. He put on a mask and walked to a place behind the hall with a deep gaze.
—He knows that there is a guild president, and he might be interested in Bai Liu in this situation.
The richest guild in the game-the fifth guild, the Gamblers League.
But before he finds reinforcements, Bai Liu can't be killed by hunters first.
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At the same time, Lalaiye Temple.
This is a small island near the sea, or it is not appropriate to describe it as a small island. It should be said that it is a corner of a huge abandoned ancient building that floats from the depths of the sea to the shore.
The neat and filthy tall, gray-white stone pillars were tilted on the deep blue water, and under the swaying waves, you could see swimming fish devouring the saprophytic weeds on the dark green stone steps.
On the magnificent stone steps of the temple, there was a man with a black hood and a cross-spiral mask who sat still for a long time, and suddenly moved.
This shocked the ashes still deposited on his old black hood and a seabird of unknown species that had already built a nest on his shoulder.
He slowly took the nest off his shoulders and placed it on the old, dusty stone table in front of him.
The small-looking bird jumped out of the nest and unconsciously pecked at his fingertips, then jumped to a card placed on the stone table, face down, and the bird looked at the sitting around the stone table with its petite eyes. Of the gods.
Surrounded by this masked man are eight weird and slippery idols with different expressions. The upper body of these idols is a normal human appearance, but the lower body is full of strange, involuntary tentacles and thick fish tails. , Mottled bird feathers and the shape of plants covered with parasites.
They have their holy eyes closed. Although they are only statues, they appear to be inviolable and inviolable. There is an ancient and sacred luster flowing on their textures that have been corroded by time. It seems that one more glance at their ugly and terrifying lower body will make you uncontrollably fall into madness, sacrifice your soul for these ancient gods, and succumb to death.
The only thing to be thankful for is that these gods are still asleep, and the unfortunate thing is that they seem to be asleep as if they are about to wake up in the next moment.
These idols are entwined on the stone platform with their eyes closed. The lower body of this man who is sitting still in a mask has also begun to turn into stone. The toes are covered with coiled snails, moss and dense, grass-green, unknown species. Rhizomes of different plants.
They sat around a huge stone table.
The stone table is thick and old, and it is full of potholes that have been eroded by wind and rain. The monster with huge octopus tentacles originally engraved on it is exactly the same as the sign of the dangerous heresy.
Opposite this person sat a person who also wears a hood, but looks much more laid-back and neater than him. His face is hidden under the pure black hood. Only the white to transparent neck can be seen. He is from the hood. He stretched out his well-knotted hands and touched the wet playing cards on the table.
"Prophet." He said with a seemingly non-existent smile, "This is already the fourth night of the werewolf killing we played, whose identity are you going to verify?"
The prophet sitting across from him was silent, only the sound of a huge wave slamming against the old temple.
"I need to help you review what you have to play with me. Is this the whole process of the werewolf killing?" The man spoke unhurriedly, his fingers lightly on the other cards that had been turned over. point.
"You didn't verify anything on the first night. I sent a mermaid." This man gently tapped his fingertips on a closed-eyed Siren card. "No one died this night, it's a peace. night."
"The next night, you tested a thief, and I put down a mirror. Under your guidance, the werewolf killed a guilty puppet master and a villager who had a crime, and sanctioned two [criminals]. , Be regarded as your victory."
"On the third night, you released a [Witch] and [Cupid], I released [Blood Ganoderma], this night you led [Cupid], that is, Liu Huai connected [Worgen] and [Witch], and The werewolves sanctioned two [criminals], but [Cupid] this innocent man also died because of the werewolves, so we drew this night, and you played a beautiful match."
The fingertips of this man traversed the cards on the table, and in front of him was a card of the Joker who was smiling crazily.
The reverse cross sign drawn under the Joker's right eye on this card is exactly the same as the pattern on the back of this man's clothes.
The man's fingertips finally froze on a hunter's card entangled by rose vines. He looked at the person on the opposite side, and the sea breeze swelled his black tent.
"This rising hunter card is your last magic card that can be verified. Prophet, are you going to test him this night?"
The prophet, whose lower body had been petrified, was silent for a moment, and then replied softly: "I want to test him, may I ask if he is a human, a god, or a monster?"
The person opposite the prophet said with a faint smile: "This hunter was originally going to become a god, but after he was chosen as a hunter, he became a human. Now he is about to become a monster in the endless cycle of reincarnation."
"Prophet, are you sure you want to release this card? Whether it is a werewolf or a hunter who killed someone in this round, you will lose. The next night you will only have your own magic card to end. If it is contaminated, the werewolf will be slaughtered."
The prophet closed his eyes: "Yes."
"Then I will release a rose." The person opposite the prophet turned over a card in front of him, and he whispered, "I like its taste very much. I think it matches well with you, a decentralized hunter. Withered desperate breath."
"—It smells like a monster."
On the card that was turned over was a branch placed in a long cylindrical glassware, with its buds drooping down, and it felt like a rose that was about to wither.