The end of the world starts from the global copy

"So now, do you know why the scholar changed the rules of the banquet?"

"Just because I was humiliated by the god of death last time, I want to get it back this time."

After finishing speaking, Meng Bianzhou said mysteriously again: "Have you heard the bet between the god of death and the scholar just now?"

Someone laughed and said, "Scholar will dance if he loses! Wear tights and dance! This is a big melon, you can eat one for three years!"

Meng Bianzhou stretched out his hand and swayed his index finger slightly: "This is one aspect. On the other hand, if the scholar wins, Mr. Reaper will return half of the ghost energy crystals... At the last night banquet, it is said that Mr. Reaper harvested ghost crystals. Qi crystallization, there are thousands of them... Tsk tsk, this gamble is rare in ten years!"

Ghost gas crystals are not naturally formed.This thing was condensed by a fierce god-level ghost, using its own ghost domain power, and spent a long time condensing it.

A standard crystal of ghost energy probably needs a low-level ferocious god to condense for nearly three days - one can imagine how precious it is!

After all, fierce gods don't come around very often.

From this point of view, the bet between Lu Ming and the scholar was really astonishingly big.

And it's even more controversial.

The content of everyone's discussion is also very simple.

It's about who wins and who loses.

Meng Bianzhou slapped the table: "I bet death wins!"

Suddenly came a sinister sneer from the side: "Don't be funny. Brother Bianzhou, I understand that you support your people. But no matter how much you support, it must be logical, right? Do you know how many night banquets a scholar can hold in a day? You know that you are changing After the rules, how many ghost energy crystals can the scholar harvest at one night banquet?"

After finishing speaking, another person interjected: "You Ghost's words are justified. To put it bluntly, ghost energy crystallization is a hard work... As long as you work hard, you can still save some ghost energy crystals. In other words, this The thing is precious and precious, but it is not difficult to obtain."

"On the contrary, it is much more difficult to obtain ghost stories... A small story is easy to say, one can be created in a day and a half, but this kind of story is not worth the money."

"As for the big stories, they were all worked out with one's life. I don't believe that there are enough stories about Mr. Death God to drain the scholar's crystallization reserves of ghost energy."

Another retorted: "Then what did you say at the last night banquet?"

"It's just that the scholar was caught off guard, but this time the scholar was prepared."

For a while, there was a lot of discussion, each with their own positions.

Seeing that the atmosphere is already heated...

Meng Bianzhou suddenly spoke.

"How about it, the scholar and the god of death bet on them, let me make another deal."

"Let's bet on the scholar and the god of death, who will win and who will lose? How?"

"The odds are 1:1. I think with my old face, Meng Bianzhou, I should be qualified to be the banker, right?"

The voice fell, and the audience was silent for a while.

Until the ghost code-named Yougui sneered twice.

"I'm betting on the scholar. Let's talk about Lao Meng. The odds are 1:1... Tsk tsk, I'm afraid you won't even lose your underwear!"

In this gamble, most people are still more optimistic about the scholar - after all, the shadow of a famous tree.

And with the odds of 1:1, Meng Bianzhou obviously suffered a big loss - in the eyes of others, the probability of the scholar winning is higher.

At this moment, Specter was the first to make a sample, and the others immediately followed. For a moment, the banquet was full of excitement, not like a story meeting, but like a casino...

Until everyone bets.

There are more people who buy scholars and win.

Meng Bianzhou knocked on the table and said, "Okay, seal the disk."

"Let's just wait for the final result."

You Gui sneered again and said, "I think the most important thing you should do now is to raise money."

Meng Bianzhou shrugged indifferently.

Recalling the sound transmission left by Lu Ming just now, although Meng Bianzhou had no idea, he still showed a calm look.

Turning his head to look at the black mist around him, Meng Bianzhou muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Little friend Lu Ming, don't lose... If you really lose, not only will I lose all my underwear, you Those stories were told in vain.”

……

"One and three stories."

……

"282 stories."

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"4 Thirty Stories."

……

In the dark fog.

Lu Ming spoke so dryly that he even drank several bottles of water.

And the scholar's expression also changed from calm and breezy at the beginning, to surprise, and finally to sluggishness...

He stared dumbfounded at Lu Ming and the mountain-sized crystal of ghost energy that Lu Ming placed in front of him.

Just as Lu Ming finished telling the 582nd story, the scholar couldn't help exclaiming.

"How many stories do you have!?"

Lu Ming chuckled, and squinted at the scholar: "Why? I can't bear it anymore."

The scholar was speechless for a long while.

"Then, I'll continue."

Lu Ming's voice awakened the scholar's sanity, and he briefly checked the crystallization of ghost energy that he still had. The scholar's lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.

He really couldn't imagine why Lu Ming had so many stories...

In fact, it can be heard from the scholar's words that he doesn't understand what kind of existence a player is, and he doesn't even know how many stories Lu Ming has saved in the dungeon of urban monsters...

However, on the other hand, the more stories Lu Ming told, the more it would help "Him", and the more in line with his own interests.

Because of this, seeing Lu Ming telling a steady stream of stories like a storybook, the scholar at this moment really didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.

……

About three hours later.

The black mist that enveloped the scholar and Lu Ming gradually dissipated.

This attracted the attention of everyone present.

When the black mist cleared away, Lu Ming and the scholar were revealed.

At this moment, both the scholar and Lu Ming were expressionless, making it impossible for others to guess who would win and who would win.

Until Lu Ming turned his head and nodded slightly to Meng Bianzhou beside him.Seeing this scene, even Meng Bianzhou couldn't help gasping.

"Really won?"

"You can really win!?"

Lu Ming shrugged slightly: "I said, I'm sure."

The simple dialogue has clearly shown the relationship between victory and defeat.

For a moment, the entire venue was filled with the sound of gasping for air.

But gradually, everyone's eyes fell on the expressionless scholar again.

Under the attention of everyone, the scholar slowly raised his head to look at Lu Ming...

His lips twitched, and after a while, he collapsed on the chair as if his bone marrow had been drained. He said some nonsense like "next time will be sure", and slowly wriggled along with the black mist, turning into a pure black suit. The tights were slowly put on the scholar.

In the eyes of countless searchlights, the scholar slowly got up and stood on the table.

See, everyone else looked at each other in blank dismay...

For such a shameful thing, the scholar actually wanted to fulfill the contract, which was unexpected by others.

Only Lu Ming knew that the scholar would definitely fulfill the contract.

It would be fine if Lu Ming only had these stories in his reserve... But it is obvious that Lu Ming still has stories in his hands!

Even in order to get the story from Lu Ming next time, the scholar must fulfill the agreement—he can't do it even if he doesn't want to, because the book's restrictions on the scholar are obviously not small.

Seeing this, Lu Ming took out his XW phone, and casually played the song "Good Luck"...

Then, he raised his hand and made a "please" gesture to the scholar.

"Please start your show!"

Good luck to you, good luck to you.

Good luck brings joy and love~~

In the melodious singing,

The scholar took a deep breath.

After doing enough mental construction... the scholar started his dance moves with a big split!

The audience is silent...

Then roared with laughter!

I don’t know that the poker boy also created a flashing lighting effect. In the blink of an eye, the banquet venue changed from a story club to a casino, and from a casino to a dance hall in the 80s...

The bouncing scholar thought he could overcome this damn sense of shame...

However, it was only at the end of the matter that he realized that he really underestimated things like shame.

Tights.

light.

music.

Those ants below who I didn't pay attention to are watching...

Everything, like a carving knife, ruthlessly pierced the scholar's heart!

The scholar only felt that something in his heart seemed to be broken...

His expression slowly became numb.

Until the end of the song.

The scholar looked at Lu Ming.

He calmly said, "Are you satisfied?"

The sound fell, and the audience was silent.

Because, even the dullest person can hear the extremely strong killing intent from the scholar's voice!

He was angry.

He was finally furious!

Whether it's being humiliated by Lu Ming twice, or being pointed out by Lu Ming about his relationship with that book, it's enough to make the scholar want to kill Lu Ming!

Lu Ming, on the other hand, listened to the system prompt [Congratulations on getting gold attribute point x1], and nodded slightly.

"Happy Trading."

During a night banquet, the scholar broke his defense twice...

Lu Ming was naturally very happy.

As for the storyteller's killing intent...

Excuse me.

I am also very interested in that book.

So, since we are going to meet sooner or later, why should I be afraid of offending you?

Hearing Lu Ming's words, the scholar smiled.

There are one part of the smile free and easy, two parts unruly, and seven parts ferocious.

"Then, Mr. Death, the next night banquet..."