Simple Game Live Room

Chapter 880 Follow-up
"Half a month has passed since the end of the simple game - Ludo, and the results of this game are still affecting all countries. At present..."

In the bright hall, on the white sofa, a figure leaned forward, clenched his fists and closed his eyes, and in front of him was a nearly 50-inch huge TV, which played scenes from the simple game of flying chess.

"Almost... almost... I still haven't finished your... tsk!"

In the slightly unwilling murmur, he gritted his teeth fiercely, but immediately let go of his clenched fist, and sighed gloomyly.

"Hey! Connor! Stop moaning! It's been half a month! Anyway, those damn things have nothing to do with us now, do they?"

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and two dark-skinned men came in from outside, holding two dozen beers in each hand, and shouted at Connor who was sitting on the sofa with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm sorry if we don't take a good rest during this time, we worked so hard in the past!"

With two clatters, Connor glanced at the pile of wine directly in front of him, and while shaking his head helplessly, his eyes turned to the TV screen in front of him. Amidst the laughter of the two brothers Doyle and Joe, what was played on the screen was It was the last scene of their blue camp that was only a few seconds behind to get the final victory.

"John..."

The Jaina and Doyle brothers, as well as other people from the blue camp, who crossed the gate were variables that Ke Lan had never expected.

Brother Jaina and Doyle, who came out of the boundary gate, immediately sensed that something was wrong with the situation in front of them, especially Connor's appearance that seemed to be burning out made them immediately raise their hands to support them and go.

It's just a pity that they didn't know that Ke Lan's ability was spiritual. After Ke Lan realized it, before they finished writing the words, he used his spiritual power to kill all the people who came out of the gate one by one. Got it under control.

However, the dispersion of abilities means the consumption of energy. If the total amount of consumption remains unchanged, some people's mental control will inevitably become weaker.

One of them was John.

The body was still stiff and unable to move, but John slowly felt the return of his fingers.

The only eyeball that could still move swept across the Connor who seemed to be about to burn out. Suddenly, countless thoughts flashed through John's mind, and finally he made a decision.

A decision that Connor still can't let go of.

Like a Parkinson's patient, John's fingers trembled and he slowly wrote each word in front of him one by one.

'Change'

Changing this word is also simple and does not require too much explanation, but here this word changing has another usage.

Swap the states of the two, that's the usage of the text John wrote here.

Connor, who was gradually returning to his full state as if going back in time, immediately saw what happened at this moment from John, who suddenly aged to white hair beside him.

Shocked, painful and sad, not only Connor was surprised, but even Coran was shocked by Connor's sudden change.But in the next second he had no more time to be shocked.

Because in the next second, he felt that his mental power controlling Connor had been broken through in an instant, and immediately there was a fist, a fist full of faint golden light.

Under this pale golden light, Ke Lan was neither panic nor shocked. He just said lightly, "Is this the ending..."

Everything after that gradually faded away under a blue light.

Touching the white hair on his temples that was completely different from the white hair on his head, an old figure who gradually disappeared with a smile appeared in Connor's mind.

Almost, just a little bit, they are the winners of this game.However, if you lose, you lose, and none of this can be changed.

'John... sorry. '

"Drink, have a good drink today!" Connor picked up a bottle of beer, smiled and touched the bottles with the two people around him, but his eyes were fixed on the pair of dark eyes on the screen. There are things that should be done.”

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shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Pieces of sawdust fell from the air, and in a huge room, Pope held a piece of wood in his hand and was constantly filing with a sharp file.

"Remember, this is just for this camp, definitely not for you!"

The wood grain was tattooed on that tempting body, but instead of giving people a sense of beauty, it made people feel frightened.

"Fuzi can find him through this arrow! Quick! I won't last long!"

"What a surprise... I didn't expect it to be so painful."

"I knew... I shouldn't have accompanied you to participate in this game. In the end it turned out to be..."

"Hey, Pop, have you...have you..."

The table in front of him was blank, but there was a withered branch. What was strange was that this branch did not look like an ordinary branch, it looked more like a person's finger.

"Is it still a step away..."

Swish!
As a piece of sawdust fell, a strange wooden model appeared in his hand.A model with a curvaceous figure.

Putting down the file in his hand, Pope turned his head. Behind him were screens, which played back the pictures of the last four camps in the black tower of the flying chess game.

Over and over again, Pope has seen these pictures here countless times.However, he still has no way to see where he is slowing down.

Gently placing the model in his hand on the table in front of him, Pope lowered his head, and what appeared in his eyes was the seductive and charming figure like a flame at the last moment.

"Your fire turned into a piece of wood in the end... Isn't it ironic?"

duh duh!
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"Who?"

"I!"

With a familiar loud voice, Landis directly pushed open the door and walked in. There is now a slender wooden branch stuck in the delicately combed beard.

"You've been watching this ghost picture for a long time and you're still watching it. Do you understand what it is now?" Landis shook his head helplessly, his eyes flicked across the rows of screens and settled on the empty table Looking at a branch on the tree and the model, a trace of sadness and tenderness flashed in his eyes, "Let's go, it's time to go out with us."

"Is it time?"

"Almost, at least the current you..." Landis pointed at Pope in front of him, frowning, "You are not suitable to go out right now!"

Pope froze for a moment, couldn't help but looked down at himself, then shook his head helplessly, "That's right, I'm indeed a bit slovenly now."

Touching the thick beard on his chin, Pope pressed his hand all the way up to the scar on the corner of his brow. At this moment, he seemed to see the eternal man whose heart was scratched by him, Landis and Torres with fire claws at that moment. A gentle figure with a smile.

"It's still one step short of you! However, there will be no more steps."

(End of this chapter)