The presidents of several major guilds shook hands with Bai Liu in turn, and then left.
The host was shocked and continued to explain: "According to the usual process, the first player in the preseason should draw the team first. As the president of the Russell Cemetery of the first team in the preseason is changing, the second team The president of the Wandering Circus—"
"—Bai Liu, draw a team ahead!"
In front of the big screen of the viewing pool, a lottery table was slowly stretched out. The table was an opaque black screen box with an opening that allowed people's arms to enter. Below the lottery table were three steps.
Before Bai Liu stepped slowly, he stepped on the steps. He lowered his eyes and put his hand into the box under the breath-holding gaze of all the people. He held a ping-pong ball inside, took it out, and handed it to the work waiting next to him. personnel.
The staff member carefully cut the elastic ball-like object with a knife, then took out a piece of paper from the inside, and carefully unfolded it face-down, but did not look at it, but directly lifted it up and turned the body to give The whole audience watched.
When the originally noisy audience saw the sign of the piece of paper, they fell into a brief silence.
The eight guild members of the team sitting in the inner circle also had expressions of astonishment, and many of them even put down their flags in a daze.
Hearts raised his eyebrows slightly, Phoebe held his face lovingly, tilted his head and squinted, Cen's unknown expression was cold, as if holding his chest as if he had expected it, Daniel sat up, his face looked gloomily Next to him, Georgia tilted his head slightly, and whispered something softly with the serious-looking Armand beside him.
Charles crossed his hands on the cane, looked from a distance to the white willow who stood watching the pond with an ordinary look, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
This gamble is getting more and more thoughtful.
Liao Ke tightened his hands on the shoulders of spades, and Bai Yi looked at the label paper dumbfounded, and muttered: "Damn, we wouldn't be so unlucky..."
"The god is not here." Bai Jiamu suddenly turned his head to look at Liao Ke, his face was dark, "There are no tacticians, how can we fight?!"
The host was so excited that his trembling voice echoed through the entire viewing pool along with his waving arms: "It's really unspeakable good luck, our new team, as soon as we get the first team-the killer sequence!!"
On the raised label paper, He painted an inverse cross—this is the emblem of the killer sequence.
No matter if the game is won or lost, drawing a killer sequence means that the killer sequence will definitely be the next game. Whether it is a win or a win, it means that a huge number of gambling pools will be blasted off on the opening day of the challenge.
The audience in the whole venue is boiling!
"The battle is about to begin! Every audience is in your place! Get your chips ready, ready to bet!" The host shook his hands and was so excited that the expression on his face was distorted. The tactician conducts a routine declaration of war!"
Liao Ke took a deep breath, and he raised his hand to show that he wanted to speak: "Our team's tactician is not there. I will temporarily act as a tactician to execute the game process."
The expressions of the host and the audience were condensed, and then turned into a huge, ferocious, fanatical expression: "Isn't against God?!"
"Replacement of tacticians on the spot is a top-notch! It will lower the level of the entire team to a new level!"
The host must roar: "Everyone! Everyone! Can our newly promoted team complete the counter-attack of last year's killer sequence-Challenge Dragon Slaying!"
"If this team slays dragon power, now the betting on this wandering circus team doubles! Please seize the opportunity! The sooner you bet, the more you will return! As much as possible! Hurry! Place! Bet!"
Sitting in the lounge chair in the passageway, Wang Shun’s eyes reflected the system panel. Even if he was following the hearts and waves, watching this almost straight-line gambling pool rate, Wang Shun couldn’t help but gasp: “... 37 times."
"This is too scary..."
Such a point bet, if you lose the first game, it will leave a very terrible impression in the hearts of these audiences. In the subsequent games, these audiences will retaliate and stop betting. It is very important to get popularity to avoid the gold medal. difficult…
Wang Shun couldn't help but looked at the players in the field worriedly, and finally fixed his eyes on the white willow standing in the center: "...President."
Liao Ke turned and prepared to walk down the back passage.
Bai Jia Mutu grabbed his wrist, pressed his lips tightly, and asked in a low voice, "Inverse God... So smart, he has always arranged everything, and he predicted that he will be all right when he sees the future, right?"
Liao Ke walked down from the back for a meal: "He will be fine."
"He said that he would personally stop Bai Liu from winning the game."
After Liao Ke finished speaking, he drew out his hand and walked down. He walked step by step into the compartment in front of the big screen, with complex eyes extending his hand to Bai Liu who was standing there waiting for him: "I didn't expect it to be so early. to you."
Bai Liu calmly raised his eyes and stretched out his hands to shake hands: "I didn't expect it either."
Liao Kejing said for a moment: "Thank you very much for your willingness to lend us the game pool."
"You're welcome." Bai Liu said in a flat tone, "I also thank you for arranging a single game for me. I really need this single game to earn me popularity."
Liao Ke slowly raised his head: "It seems you have guessed our match schedule."
In the absence of the gods, the team matches cannot be played temporarily, and major problems will occur. As a tactician in the temporary field, Liao Ke will try to delay time in the single and double matches.
Bai Liujing said for a while: "Nishen must be there, right?"
"The opponent is you." Liao Ke said firmly, "Then yes, no matter how severe the injury is, that person will crawl here to compete with you."
Bai Liu looked down and retracted his hand: "I know."
"I will wait for him."
After speaking, Bai Liu was about to turn around and leave, Liao Ke spoke out loudly: "This time, he won't let you again, he will win you desperately."
Bai Liu paused, then walked off the stage with a faint hum.
Liao Ke glanced deeply at the back of Bai Liu's departure, and turned and walked out of the communication compartment.
The host probes left and right: "Now that the tacticians of the two sides have completed the exchange, it is necessary to make arrangements for the singles -"
"The killer sequence does not go out, the single player should be the ace main attacker of spades."
As soon as the host’s voice fell, the spades supported the fence with one hand, turned over and fell down neatly, and walked towards the big screen. He wore a bundled black bone whip around his waist, and his pants were wearing " "Punch" is very strapped and tied some props on his face. The spades walked up and kicked the props that were forcibly pinned to the pants and swayed from side to side, and also shook one off.
The spades looked down at the prop and didn't move.
Liao Ke covered his face, his voice was weak: "... I know you don't like to bring props, so I beg you, don't get rid of it, I can see that you kicked it off, pick it up quickly..."
—The props of the spades pants were just made by Liao Ke forcibly not leaving the spades.
No matter whether he is playing games or playing games, the guy spades doesn't have any props. He insists on the most fifteen minutes to lose the spades or not.
This time Liao Kele ordered that Spades must bring enough props.
The opponent is that Bai Liu... A guarantee is always good.
Liao Ke was holding on to the fence, looking deeply at the white Liu who came over there with a pale expression.
It is no exaggeration to say that he has such a dangerous and powerful team against the game, no team like Bai Liu can lightly understate the pressure brought to him by the field.
Liao Ke felt that his heart was beating fast enough to jump out of his throat.
Wang Shun felt that his heart had jumped into his throat.
He clenched the pen and paper in his hand, staring at Bai Liu in the field, and constantly took a deep breath to adjust his dizziness at the moment, it seemed as if it was not Bai Liu who was going to play, but him.
On the bench next to Wang Shun sat other players who were temporarily absent, and it seemed that his condition didn't need to be better for him.
Mu Ke's face was not bloody, and the fingertips of his fingers had pinched a few marks. Liu Jiayi pressed her lips tightly, her calves were stretched straight, Tang Er frowned, and "touched" her for a few seconds. The gun in the lower back slowly exhaled a suffocating breath.
Mu Cheng gritted his teeth and shook his legs frantically: "Grass, I'm so nervous that I want to vomit."
Tang Er patted him on the shoulder: "Relax, adjust your state, you will have a double match later, and Bailiu won't die a gold medal, it won't be a big deal."
Liu Jiayi's expression must have not loosened when he heard this, but tightened: "Bai Liu is indeed free from the gold medal."
"He may not be in this game." Mu Ke's lips are not bloody, "Or, to take care of us who didn't avoid the gold medal in the team match, but also to increase the excitement and betting rate of the game—"
"—Bai Liu has a high probability of not avoiding the gold medal in this game."
Mu Cheng was dizzy: "What kind of thinking?! This is the fucking peach!? He can't help but die a gold medal? Is he crazy?!"
Mu Ke's face was pale and shook his head: "It's because of the peach that Bai Liu won't."
"He wanted to break the myth of unbeaten singles in spades once with'sex', and then his popularity jumped to a high level. He is a very topical star player. As long as there is a star player in a team, the audience will ensure this outstanding star If a team member advances, there is a high probability that the entire group will be in the top 100."
Mu Ke turned his head to look at Mu Cheng, whose pupils were tight, and said one word at a time: "If he wins the game in such a high-risk situation as a gold medal, he will basically be able to ensure that everyone in our team can eat. His popularity bonus earned him a death-free gold medal."
"Is this fucking eating his popularity bonus?!" Mu Cheng's eyes were red and his fists were clenched. "This fucking is eating Bailiu's life!"
The host’s voice was almost excited with the whistle: "Come on! Both players are on stage!"
"Please two players declare war on each other!"
Bai Liu stood opposite the spades and looked up at him, with no emotion on his face: "Do you want to win?"
The spades nodded without hesitation: "I want to beat you."
Bai Liu smiled: "I want to win too."
He slowly grasped the void from his neckline, and a dead-free gold medal dropped on the line appeared and hung on Bai Liu's neck. At the same time, a dead-free gold medal of the same style also appeared on the neck of spades.
"Oh, both sides are free of gold medals." The host's voice was a little disappointed.
Bai Liu tore off the death-free gold medal from his neck, and calmly moved it aside.
[System prompt: Does the player Bai Liu choose to give up the gold medal in this game? 】
The host’s voice slammed up: "Oh my God! What did I see! This action is a standard action for giving up the death-free gold medal! This rookie tactician decided to give up his freedom from the death-free gold medal when he was facing a main attacker!"
"I withdrew my foreword. Although the result of this game is half the same, it should be the spades win. It's still something to watch."
The host teased Bai Liu: "I hope that this newcomer tactician will not punish him for his recklessness at the moment when he dies on the field."
Spades looked at Bai Liu expressionlessly. He held the death-free gold medal hanging around his neck, pulled it, raised his arm, and moved it aside.
[System prompt: Does the player of spades choose to give up the gold medal in this game? 】
The host fell into a brief silence, then jumped up and shouted: "Our spades player accepted the opponent's provocation! And decided to give up his death-free gold medal!"
"This is a battle of life and death!!"
Liao Ke's expression changed suddenly, he patted the railing: "Spades! What are you doing!"
Spades turned a deaf ear to Liao Ke's roar behind him, and he looked at Bai Liu with a good look in his eyes: "I want to beat you under the same conditions."
Bai Liu smiled: "The people I liked before also like to beat me under the same conditions."
"I played horrible games with him. I didn't have a chance to beat him. He is very good at it. I have never been able to forget that he beat me so many times. I have always wanted to beat him once."
"Before I had time to beat him once, he ran away."
Spades' eyes narrowed: "I will beat you like this too."
Bai Liu raised his eyes, his smile deepened: "Since you say this, I hope you can really look like a qualified souvenir—"
"—Can you beat me once."
As soon as his voice fell, he let go of his hand holding the death-free gold medal.
The spades were almost released at the same time as the white willows.
"Ding Ding!"
The two gold medals with the lanyard bounced on the ground, making a crisp sound, and then spinning around in the air to scatter the golden foam and disappear.
[System Tip: Players White Willow/Spades confirm that they will not avoid the gold medal in this game. 】
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[System Tip: Players Bailiu/Spades log in to the game copy "Cthulhu Sacrifice·Houseboat"]