Zong Jiu still didn't give up.
He asked Xu Su and Xu Sen: "You really didn't have any fruit from the last time? Could you eat durians even eat the peel?"
Xu Su cried with a face: "Nine brothers, it's not that I litter everywhere, but the durian skin can't be put in the system backpack, right?"
Upon hearing this, Zong Jiu sighed quietly.
If he couldn't start with the fruits he distributed to others in the deserted village dungeon, then he could only think of the worst answer.
When he was in Las Vegas that day, the devil stepped on murderous intent and bowed his head and said that I liked you very much. He smiled and handed a rose. In order to avoid the bloodshed at the scene, Zong Jiu took it with humiliation, but he had a grudge in his heart, and he deliberately gave it to the dealer in purple in full view.
Time has passed so long, Las Vegas has been permanently closed, so where can he go to find roses!
Zong Jiu suddenly remembered that Azan in black had asked him to exchange five apples at once, and hope began to rekindle in his heart.
It's a pity that in the next second, he remembered what was going on with Azan in black.
The few puppet threads on Lin Guoxing's head are now tied to the head of Azan in black.
All roads lead to Rome, and everyone has become a demon.
What is the difference between looking for Azan in black and looking for the devil himself? My heart is so tired.
On the other hand, when he got the king, he accidentally selected his own Messiah.
Almost as soon as this result came out, people from the temple stepped forward and presented their props respectfully.
The people in the temple are all followers of the Messiah. Although the Son advocates equality for all, there is no doubt that the leader of the temple is the Messiah himself.
This command is almost no difficulty for Messiah, because he has helped too many people, and sometimes he even meets newcomers who don’t have special props in his dungeons. He often helps others, not only People who pass the copy also give away props, it can be said that he is the No. 1 great good person of Tianzi. There are too many people who bear his love. Some old people who have developed later still keep the original props. Messiah only needs to stroll around and get the props given to others as ordered by the main system. With all the power of blowing dust, the ordered items were submitted on the spot.
[S-level trainee Messiah, has completed the order and won the reward: the number of times the player chooses the blind box X1]
[Because the time limit for the last round of the game is three days, this table game ends early, and the rewards for participating in the rest of the trainees have been distributed to everyone’s system backpacks, please pay attention to check]
[The game is over]
Following the prompt from the main system, the people at the game table also got up and left.
The heavy black robe of the black wizard was swept away, and the person turned and disappeared.
The exorcist was also going to have a drink with Tu Yumen, but turned his head to see that Zong Jiu was still sitting there, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
"What's the matter? I can't remember who I am giving away?"
When he asked, everyone's eyes focused.
The Messiah who had just submitted the task also turned his head lazily, showing a concerned expression, "Need help?"
Help you a big head ghost!
A total of three rounds of the King's game, the first two rounds were bloody, and the painting style changed suddenly in the third round. It was still such a severely out of place command. If there is no devil's hands and feet behind it, there is no ghost letter.
Zong Jiu cursed secretly in his heart.
Since knowing that Messiah was the puppet of the devil, how did he think of the hypocrisy of the blond saint.
But now Zong Jiu doesn't intend to expose that he knows this, who knows if he can use it in the future, plotting No.1
The white-haired young man smiled hypocritically, "It's okay, I already have a clue."
Messiah still looked a little worried, "Well, if you need anything, you can ask me to help."
[There will be no problem, how do you see the magician's expression is very reluctant]
[The main system rejected his application just now, indicating that he must have sent something out]
[Indeed, generally the relationship between sending things out is not too bad. As long as it is a requirement of the King's Game, you will die if you fail to get it, and you will never die. Moreover, Shengzi is willing to help him. Compared with the previous two commands, it’s just giving a sub-question, let’s not talk about it]
[Unfortunately, there is no live broadcast after leaving the Kings game area. I am quite curious about whom the magician gave to be so distressed]
【Curious +1】
... ...
Everyone at the game table left, and Zong Jiu swayed to the side of the bar.
He found an NPC dressed like the lobby manager of an open-air bar.
"Sir, what's your order?"
Zong Jiu: "Last special event, Las Vegas was permanently closed. Where are the croupier NPCs? Do you work as errands in outdoor bars or dormitories for trainees?"
NPCs looked embarrassed, "Sir, NPCs are all virtual staff members of the main system. They will also be transferred after the event is closed. The croupier of the last special event has returned to the consciousness of the main system, and we have experienced professional bar service. The training batch, if this event is closed, will also return to the main system, and there is no possibility of remaining."
This was difficult, Zong Jiu rubbed his hair irritably.
Behind him, Xu Su and Xu Sen followed like little tails. In addition to a few of them, almost all the newcomers from the last deserted village dungeon in the Zongjiu camp followed eagerly.
After the game, Xu Sen immediately spent five hundred points to recover from the wound. Now his complexion is ruddy, and there is no sign other than a large blood on his chest. No one can think that he was the one who just cut himself off. A hunk with one rib.
"What are you doing?"
Zong Jiu was still here wondering if he had ever sent anything out, but as soon as he turned around, he saw them following behind.
Xu Su shouted, "One, two, three—"
They shouted in unison, "Hello boss!"
"Last time I didn't have time to thank Brother Nine in the dungeon, today we made a special appointment to thank Brother Nine together." Xu Sen explained quickly.
Zong Jiu glanced at them, then suddenly went up and touched everyone's head.
Everyone stood there obediently and didn't ask much, so that Zong Jiu didn't know how to explain it at the first half of the meeting, so he waved his hand, "It's okay, it's better to play a few kings with this skill. The game improves itself."
"Yes! We will definitely work hard and will never disappoint Brother Nine's cultivation!"
Xu Su saluted him decently, and rushed to the game area with others as if he had been beaten up with blood.
Zong Jiu: "...?"
Looking at the backs of these few people, I thought that these newcomers don't know what to think. He was sold by the inner ghost and helped the inner ghost count the money, and now he still needs to recognize him as the boss. This kind of weird brain circuit is still completed without being puppeted, which is really confusing.
He stayed there for a while, only to blame himself for being too charismatic.
But when Xu Su and the others interrupted him in this way, Zong Jiu remembered what he had given out.
So he once again... knocked on Zhuge's dark door.
The last time their conversation ended up being unhappy at the end, it wasn't much of a happy conversation.
But Zhuge's secret words were there, saying that he would not be an enemy, and that he would assist him. In Zong Jiu's heart, he was equivalent to a dog-headed military division who was not responsible for him.
Sure enough, the door slid open automatically after knocking on the door.
Zong Jiu once again swaggered into the room of no.3 against everyone's sight.
After returning from the dungeon, Zhuge was secretly hidden. Not only was it impossible to appear in the public city area on the first floor, he didn't even go to the Kings Game area to join in the fun, sitting in his room every day to meditate, and he didn't know what the picture was.
Seeing Zong Jiu coming in, the black-haired man asked without opening his eyes and without raising his head, "What's the matter?"
Zong Jiu, "Can the drop of blood I gave you be returned to me?"
Zhuge suddenly opened his eyes secretly.
Those deep eyes, like a cold abyss, looked straight at him, and the edges seemed to show a faint glaze color under the reflection of the dim light of the room.
He gave the gray-haired young man a fixed look, and after a while, he said coldly: "No."
Zhuge wanted to refuse secretly, but Zong Jiu couldn't help it.
According to the other party, that drop of blood was a transaction between the two of them. He mostly used it to verify whether Zong Jiu was the person in the prophecy.
In fact, all the above are nonsense, the truth is that he can't beat Zhuge An.
Perhaps it was because the face of the lord he had just been loyal to was not looking good, Zhuge rarely asked compassionately, "What happened?"
"Don't mention it." Zong Jiuyun said, "The King Game's order was drawn to get back an item that was once gifted."
"The devil's rose?" Zhuge hit the nail on the head secretly.
Seeing the white-haired young man nod his head, he showed a trace of thought, "no.1 that flower is a special prop."
Special props
Zong Jiu was a little surprised, "What's the use of a flower?"
"Perhaps it will never wither if it is covered with dew forever?"
This joke can be a bit cold, especially when it comes out from Zhuge's secret mouth.
Zong Jiu was speechless for a while, and then figured out the point, "Since it is a special item... Wait."
He quickly passed the scene of the gaming table in the center of Las Vegas in his mind.
From a thousand cigarettes, to no.1's meaningful expression.
Zong Jiu found the problem.
If he used the magician's hand skills to change cards quickly, what about the devil
The devil crossed his hands from beginning to end, sitting in the first seat with a lack of interest.
Zong Jiu didn't see any signs of changing his cards.
At that time, he was too busy thinking about it, but looking back now, he found that everything points to the only possibility.
—That's the devil controlling the purple croupier.
Imagine that the croupiers help cheat, so you don’t need no.1 to do it yourself, right
It turned out that he brought the roses from the original owner and gave them to the original owner's puppet.
The original owner's puppet must have sent the flower back to the original owner, and now Zong Jiu has to take it back from the original owner.
After a long time, to put it bluntly, Zong Jiu had to go find the devil. It is estimated that the other party is just waiting for him to come to the door for a long time now.
Boy, this abacus is really good.
Zhuge said slowly: "But-there is another way."
A strange key appeared in the palm of his hand, "Class B item, universal/power/key/key."
"You can pick a time, go to room No. 1, and be a gentleman of Liang Shang."