God’s Love Game [Unlimited]

The beautiful young man rubbed his neck, shook his head from side to side, and then stood up. He flicked his hands on the coffee table, and seven cards of poker size and hard texture gradually appeared on the glass table, six of which were It was blank, but there was a card with a red pattern on it, and the pattern was in the shape of a rose.

The seven cards were stacked randomly, some were symmetrical, some were intertwined, and there was no particularly obvious order.

After the card appears, there are two symmetrical blank cards with black ripples, forming a book-like pattern, but two completely different patterns appear in the book pattern, one of which is a watering can, and the other is a flower .

He completed all this quietly, and then walked slowly to the two fainted girls, then helped them sit on the sofa, and waited quietly again.

After a while, another female tasker came. This female tasker was young and beautiful, very beautiful, wearing a uniform suit, which perfectly highlighted the graceful curves, and the flying eyebrows were bright and compelling.

She stepped into the living room with pointed high-heeled shoes. She was full of momentum, and she didn't look panicked. She wasn't surprised when she saw the slave who was sitting on the sofa with her back to her. Down.

However, her calm expression stopped at this moment. After seeing Xiangnu's expression, her expression was obviously stunned and stunned.

Xiangnu squinted at her for a few seconds, and his eyes showed the nameplate hanging on the chest of the female tasker. He laughed, but his eyes did not have much warmth: "Oh, Feng Hejia."

This female tasker is the old acquaintance that Xiangnu met on the first train, Feng Hejia.

Xiangnu's previous mission log made it very clear that he was the only escape from the train journey. That being the case, what kind of identity did this Fenghe Jia appear in this dungeon?

Xiangnu looked at her curiously, and Feng Hejia felt uncomfortable with that emotionless and interesting gaze.

Feng Hejia's demeanor and flamboyant temperament were somewhat restrained. Avoiding the big and small kings who were hugging each other, he sat awkwardly on the sofa next to him and greeted with a smile, "Mr. Xiang, long time no see."

Xiang Nu raised his index finger, put it on his lips and made a silent gesture, and glanced at the two girls next to him from the corner of his eyes.

Feng Hejia looked at them, took Wang Zhihui's unconsciously twitching fingers into his eyes, and immediately realized that the two of them were pretending to be dizzy, and could not help twitching the corners of his mouth.

But Xiangnu said after reminding her, "It's been a long time since I didn't see you. After all, I thought you failed to clear the level in that mission."

Fenghe Jiagan laughed and didn't answer, but she didn't deny it. Judging from her performance, it could be regarded as embarrassing because of her guilty conscience and her ability to be exposed and incompetent, or it could be regarded as acquiescence and unable to speak. give false answers.

Feng Hejia's eyes fell on the big and small kings, and he pretended to ask unintentionally, "Mr. Xiang, what happened to these two girls?"

Xiang Nu said lightly: "I don't know either. After the two of them came in, they screamed and fainted. Maybe they saw something terrible."

"Then their courage is really small." Feng Hejia said falsely.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell on the coffee table, and when he saw the cards on the coffee table, he showed an interested look: "What are the cards on this coffee table, some have patterns, some don't..."

She counted it, there were exactly four cards with patterns, and there were just four people sitting in the living room.

Feng Hejia pointed to the four cards and asked, "Mr. Xiang, did the patterns on these cards appear after we came in?"

Xiang Nu stared at the card whose card page turned black and white ripples appeared after Feng He Jia, glanced at her inexplicably, and nodded lightly.

"Yeah, this card is you." Xiang Nu tapped the black card with a hundred lines.

Feng Hejia looked at the white ripples thoughtfully: "What looks like a ticket stub, is it a ticket?"

Xiangnu looked at the white rectangular ripples and asked, "Why is there such an association?"

Feng Hejia said seriously: "Probably because I am a train attendant? Occupational disease?"

"A flight attendant?" Xiangnu murmured.

"Yes, the crew of the G369 train, if there is a chance to get on this train again, I hope to serve you wholeheartedly."

Xiang Nu and her looked at each other for two seconds, and the two of them grinned together, revealing a rather strange smile.

And the big and small king, who was sleeping in this fashion, finally couldn't help it after hearing the clue, opened his eyes and woke up 'Yuyou'.

Xiang Nu glanced back at the two of them when they heard their murmured murmur, with a light expression: "The two of you have a tacit understanding, you fainted together, and woke up together."

Wang Qiaoqiao showed an embarrassed smile, while Wang Zhihui lowered her head, clutching the swing of her shirt with an uneasy expression.

Wang Qiaoqiao pretended to look around, and when she saw Xiangnu, she looked shocked again, and asked in horror, "You are the head just now!"

Xiang Nu looked at her coldly, and Wang Qiaoqiao couldn't bear what he saw, so she could only speak quickly: "Just now, sister Wang Zhihui and I saw a head in the living room, is that head you? You? You are also a tasker? Then how did your face turn to the side on your back, and why did you scare us?"

Xiangnu smiled like a smile: "What are you talking about... Why can't I understand it? How can a normal person turn his face to the back? Could it be that you closed your eyes too quickly and didn't see clearly."

Wang Qiaoqiao reluctantly said: "No, I, I saw it clearly, otherwise why would I be frightened and faint?"

"That can't be said." Xiang Nu glanced at her: "The taskers have seen a lot of terrifying scenes, but they just turned their faces in a different direction. What's so scary, and can they faint? "

Wang Qiaoqiao grabbed her hair in embarrassment, unable to continue the words.

Wang Zhihui tiptoed to the coffee table, looked at the pattern on the coffee table and said seriously: "Do these cards refer to us? Hello brother, which card is my sister and I? And these three blank cards, Do you mean that there are still three missionaries who haven't arrived?"

Xiang Nu glanced at Wang Zhihui lightly and choked.

Looking at Wang Zhihui's skilled performance, it was obvious that she had given up struggling, and it was revealed that she was just pretending to be asleep.

Xiang slave is not so wicked, insisting that the two girls admit to the pretentious performance just now, nodded in response, and tapped the two cards with black ripples with their fingers: "These two are you, which one is it? It's you, I don't know."

Wang Zhihui's eyes flickered, and the little girl whispered softly, "Brother, but I arrived much earlier than Big Sister Wang..."

Xiangnu Heiwuwu's eyes locked on her, and his smile was very strange: "Yes, you did arrive early, but you didn't come in, didn't you?"

Wang Zhihui opened her mouth and suddenly didn't know what to say. Her tender face was full of frustration, and she obviously regretted that she had squatted at the door for a long time before, so that she missed such a clue.

But what the slave said was Wang Qiaoqiao. Wang Qiaoqiao glanced at the beautiful and delicate young man who was unusually human, and babbled for a long time.

Xiangnu couldn't stand her humiliation, so he could only ask, "Do you have anything to say?"

Wang Qiaoqiao asked in a low voice, "Sir, since you already knew that Zhihui was outside, why didn't you ask Zhihui to come in?"

Xiangnu raised his finger to his lips and smiled beautifully and evilly: "I do, but are you sure she will come in after I call her, instead of screaming and running back into the mist?"

Wang Qiaoqiao scratched his head, smiled naively and stopped talking.

What Xiangnu said makes sense. Although he is beautiful, his beauty is too evil.

He appeared alone in the strange white fog and villa, and Wang Zhihui really didn't necessarily dare to believe her.

Wang Zhihui knelt down in front of the coffee table and observed the two cards, and muttered, "Since you can't tell them apart, let's do the math first. The patterns on these two cards are different, so they must have special meanings. Even if you can't find the What is the meaning of the pattern, just choose one of the two, the possibility of choosing the right one is still very large."

Fenghejia let out a low laugh and was unexpectedly silent, appearing extremely reticent in front of Wang Qiaoqiao and Wang Zhihui.

Because of this humming, Wang Qiaoqiao and Wang Zhihui couldn't help but cast their eyes on her. Wang Zhihui didn't like Feng Hejia very much, and immediately turned her head away when she saw her casual expression.

Wang Qiaoqiao glanced at her uncomfortably, then quickly withdrew his gaze and asked, "The other three don't know when they will arrive."

Xiangnu didn't agree. He looked at the seven cards in front of him coldly and thought, did Feng Hejia stay on the G369 train and become a flight attendant?

If so, why did she appear in her copy this time?

And Mr. Yu, is Mr. Yu Bai Long? After he sent himself back to his own world, what about others?

There are also Qingfeng, Sect Master, Jiang Chao...

Xiangnu is a little puzzled, but the comfort is that this world belongs to him, and he is full of security and belonging here...and a sense of control.

Someone else came.

This time, it was a middle-aged man with dark skin and a very reserved look. His hands were covered with thick calluses. Brown spots.

There is nothing unusual about this middle-aged man, and his personality is also very restrained, especially when he was stared at by several people in the room when he first arrived at the door, he looked even more cramped.

After a while, he walked in with his head bowed and his back slightly bowed, Xiangnu looked up at him and raised his hand: "Please sit down."

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully sat down on the sofa. The card on the coffee table that was commensurate with the ticket stub of Feng Hejia changed to the same black card with white stripes, but the white ticket stub changed. Round shape with a few slashes embedded in the middle.

The big and small king stared at the circular pattern for a few seconds, and pondered: "Steering wheel?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and quickly said, "I used to be a driver."

The big and small kings suddenly showed a thoughtful look, thinking about the relationship between the driver and the flight attendant.

Feng Hejia just glanced at the middle-aged man and then withdrew his gaze, as if he was not interested in him.

As for Xiangnu, he doesn't care much. This is his world. He knows everything that will happen here, and there is no suspense.

He's just a player and an exploiter, this is his game and his treasure chest at the same time.

Not long after the middle-aged man arrived, the sixth missionary also appeared.

When the tasker was still traveling through the fog, Xiangnu felt his presence, and his body showed a very obvious and violent reaction.

Xiang Nu covered his chest and frowned, and opened his mouth slightly to take a breath.

The influence of this tasker on him was too strange, so Xiangnu stared at the door and watched the tasker walk into the living room.

The sixth tasker was young, a teenager, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

He was wearing a simple and slim white shirt and black trousers, with short black hair, and his appearance was quite outstanding, but his eyes were dark and his skin was pale and weak, giving him the feeling of depression of a drug addict.

Xiang Nu stared at the sixth tasker without blinking, as did the other taskers.

After they saw the face of this new tasker, their expressions were a little strange.

In the end, the little girl Wang Zhihui, relying on her young age, boldly said to Xiangnu: "Big brother, this new brother is a bit like you."

Xiangnu's lips pursed into a straight line, and the curvature of the corners of his lips slowly rose.

And the boy who unknowingly lowered his eyebrows after entering the villa shook his shoulders after hearing Wang Zhihui's words, lowered his head for a long time, and then slowly raised his head to meet the slave who stared at him for a long time. The sights meet.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his already pale complexion was at this moment even more like poor-quality white paper, gray and lifeless.