Werewolf Ultimate Club

Chapter 44

(Originally, I wanted to write another six-player gameplay from the guard’s perspective, but after thinking about it, I decided to forget it. After writing the plot, I may have to drag it back a few chapters. I wrote the prophecy’s jump from the werewolf’s perspective, and I feel that it’s almost the same. Regardless of whether it is a four-player or six-player game, I mainly let newcomers learn more about the role and use of the role. The latter nine-player game basically does not use guards. If you want to watch the guards, I will focus on writing about them in a 12-player game. Ha, I think those who are interested may have noticed some details, that is, I only listed these in the primary gameplay, and what about the latter... Well, this is the end of the chat, code words...)
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Huang Di's speech was like the last sausage that overwhelmed the good guys... The ending is self-evident, Li Yuanhuang was voted out on the 6th, and Xiang Fang and Lin Momo directly stabbed Huang Di, the guard, on the second night , Winning is easy. As for why you know Huang Di is the guard, three points are destined, seven points depend on guesswork, the ending is like this, and struggling is useless.

When God announced "Werewolf Victory", watching a wretched wolf cub on the round table light the victory fireworks, and then blooming gorgeously in the air, Huang Di asked with a dark face who were the two "old sheep-huggers" Farmer", Huang Di, who knew the truth, almost threw Li Yuanhuang's rat shit to travel to find Di Renjie...

But Xiang Fang and Lin Momo smiled at each other tacitly, kept silent, and kept a low profile if they won, and couldn't be too ostentatious. Huang Ama's anger was naturally resisted, and they had to go up and block the gun without knowing what to do.

Next, they played two more rounds, probably because Xiang Fang won the werewolf game, which gave him a good start, and he won the next two games, a guard and a werewolf. , Before the box time was up, I persuaded everyone to go to eat first, and come back to play if they want to play.

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Xiang Fang took everyone to a relatively large restaurant nearby for a wave of corruption... After the meal, Lin Momo answered a phone call and whispered to Huang Di, maybe something happened, so he didn't plan to go to the club to play Yes, Lin Momo and Huang Di told Xiang Fang to come to the club again on weekends, especially Huang Di secretly blowing into Xiang Fang's ear, telling Xiang Fang that she would not bring Li Yuanhuang, a bad porridge mouse, on weekends shit.

After everyone said goodbye to each other, they parted ways. Xiang Fang returned to the club alone. As soon as he arrived at the club entrance, he found an old man squatting beside the entrance, smoking an old cigarette in a narcissistic way.

Xiang Fang walked forward slowly, imitating the old man and squatting down, then gently pushed the old man with his arm and said:
"Third Master, it's quite leisurely to come to the entrance of my small temple to smoke at noon."

This squatting old man is Huang Sanjin. Xiang Fang's grandfather, Xiang Tianwen, these old buddies belong to Huang Sanjin. As for smoking, only Mr. Huang can do those old guys.

Huang Sanjin didn't turn his head to look at Xiang Fang, took a deep breath of cigarette, then let it out slowly, and said casually:
"Have you just had enough?"

"Sure enough, you are getting stronger and stronger, and you are still so discerning and able to predict the future." Xiang Fang gave him a slap in the face.

"Hey... you kid can't be distracted when you flatter. Your sentences are not smooth and you exaggerate. This book has been read in mahjong."

Although Huang Sanjin said that he was blaming Xiang Fang, but the corners of his eyebrows were already slightly curved, it can be seen that Xiang Fang's flattery was very rewarding in his heart, but the smile hadn't extended yet, and his face collapsed again, sighing said:
"Hey... But now it seems that you didn't fall into the mahjong, but fell into this werewolf killer. From now on, no one will accompany me, an old man, to play mahjong and chat."

Xiang Fang's eyes darkened, and he forced a smile:
"Ha... Look at what you keep saying, it seems like I'm going to leave this place for a long trip. It's really busy during this time. After a while, it will be stable. Even if you always want to draw cards all night, don't we have to obediently accompany you It’s like riding a saddle.”

"Pfft... Hey! You are the slipperiest kid, much better than my biological children and grandchildren. They won't make me laugh like you do. Otherwise, if this club is gone, I won't feel this in my heart. Nothing is lost." Huang Sanjingang was amused by Xiang Fang and changed the topic back. He was really inseparable from mahjong.

Xiang Fang didn't know what to say, so he was silent for a while, pointed to the cigarette case in Huang Sanjin's hand, and picked it up with his fingers, meaning give me one.

"Let's go, what kind of cigarettes do children smoke, besides, this is what our old people smoke. It's too thick, and you can't get used to it." Huang Sanjin gave Xiang Fang a contemptuous look.

Xiang Fang opened his mouth, then turned his head away, and looked across the road. He didn't know what he was looking at. After a moment of silence, he said in a shy voice:

"Hey...Third Master, don't you old guys believe that I will open another mahjong club?"

Huang Sanjin glanced at Xiang Fang in surprise, and turned his head to look across the road. He wanted to take a cigarette, but finally put it down:

"Hey...you can't hide anything from you kid, we old men really don't believe it, we just gave the old devils under the spring a little bit of face that day, and helped you keep those troublesome poker players back.

Don't think too much about it, we know that your big shareholder is fooling around. If you want to be really rich, which prosperous area can't you go to?I insisted on occupying your small temple, but you still arrogantly said that you want to open a mahjong club in a better place. We all watched you grow up, and you don’t even know how to fiddle with the stuff in your crotch. Come back, who doesn't know who, and is still bragging about us.

Don't worry, those old friends are sent by us three old men, you can do your own business with peace of mind, one day you will be too poor to eat, remember to come to us, don't starve to death on the street, we are all old, If you can't stand the scare, don't make a scene where a white-haired man sends a black-haired man. "

Xiang Fang was actually quite moved when he heard it. It turned out that these old guys didn't take the lead to find trouble that day. Who is the best to Xiang Fang other than the old ghost, isn't it just these three old guys, I was a little angry because of their persecution?Hey... really shouldn't.

"I said Third Master, would you believe me if I said that what I said that day was true?" Xiang Fang spit out this sentence after a long time.

Huang Sanjin was really surprised this time, he had already exposed Xiang Fang's background, why did Xiang Fang still mention it?This doesn't look like a thief Fang'er, is he trying to comfort some of us old guys?All the money is invested in other places, how can there be money to set up a mahjong club of Luo Shizi?
Huang Sanjin didn't answer Xiang Fang in a hurry, and took another two puffs of cigarettes. When the smoke lingered in front of the two of them, he only uttered two words:
"I believe."

Huang Sanjin wanted to say that he believed that you, the thief, had such a heart, and believed that you, the thief, would organize the mahjong club again when he became rich in the future, but in the end he only said these two words.

But just these two words, in Xiang Fangzai's opinion, are more valuable than thousands of words, because he heard the meaning of Huang Sanye's words. They old men don't need to believe anything specific or say anything. The reason for trust, without saying too many pretentious words, is that they just trust him, Xiang Fang, and Xiang Fang, this person, represents everything about Xiang Fang.

"Okay, I won't say much. I just stopped by today to have a look. It's been a while since I came out. I came out on the excuse of buying rice. I came back late, and the old woman will accuse me again."

Huang Sanjin left this sentence, and went back on his own without waiting for Xiang Fang to respond...

Xiang Fang continued to squat, but his eyes were on Mr. Huang's old-fashioned back, his heart was warm, and he felt that he had endless strength. If Xiang Fang's determination before was based on his responsibility to the old man, So the motivation now is because of an unwillingness to live up to the trust.

Xiang Fang squatted at the door for a while, feeling that his feet were a little numb, so he said two words to himself in a self-deprecating manner:

"Hypocritical."

Dragging his numb feet, he walked back to the club with lingbo microsteps...

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(Concise and concise trust, trust expressed by actions, sometimes trust is so simple, experience it with your heart, and don't use too many words to persuade, such as the trust between Xiang Fang and those old men, such as the relationship between teammates in the werewolf killing game trust, such as the trust of voting for a recommendation... Have you ever been trusted?

Witch: I think we should trust each other, so I didn’t save you yesterday because I was afraid you wouldn’t die, so I sprinkled a bottle of “poison” called “recommendation votes” on you! )

(End of this chapter)