flower and big devil

There are so many loopholes in the competition rules for the selection of the Red Queen that people even wonder whether the organizer really wants to hold a selection competition. The competition rule is that everyone draws lots for sorting first, and then the unlucky number one goes to the competition platform Go up and wait for number [-], number [-], number [-], number [-] and all the following numbers to take turns to fight until he falls down. Finally, the person who stays on the stage takes the place of number [-] and is ready to be the one to meet the battle of wheels.

And so on.

Luo Xiu has a lot of opinions on this game method. In his opinion, the fairest way to select the red queen is of course the competitive mode formed by the tree diagram, but when he mentioned this to the Tarot soldiers, the opponent He just laughed silently and said nothing; while the Duke of Darkness was even more annoying. After listening to Luo Xiu's long speech, his only expression was to take a sip of the red wine in his hand, and then, thinking it was meaningful, he said: " There is no fairness in the first place, Alice, the strong will always be left to the end."

So simple and rude to impeccable.

A total of 220 people participated in the selection competition, of which 180 were Tarot Soldiers. Looking at the "No. 195" in his hand, which was in the back of the middle, Luo Xiu obediently closed his mouth——Anyway, the disadvantaged Not him.

Luo Xiu has always wanted to know the number of the Tarot soldier he knew, but when it came to his question, the other party still used the trump card that has not changed for thousands of years to "smile without saying a word". It was not until Luo Xiu went berserk that he simply He said: "Of course I will know when the time comes."

……As stated above.

and so.

Tarot soldiers and the Duke of Darkness, one is so taciturn that people find it difficult to communicate, and the other is so arrogant that people don’t want to communicate at all. When facing the two of them at the same time, you must have a strong heart so as not to drive yourself crazy In fact, after so many days, Luo Xiu felt that his endurance had reached a new level.

When he entered the arena, his confidence had risen by more than one step compared to when he went to receive the number plate—to put it another way: After experiencing the mental and physical devastation of the Tarot soldiers and the Duke of Darkness, Luo Xiu believed that the red The Queen is nothing more than a happy side story after a disaster blockbuster is screened.

But at this moment, at a position about three meters above Luo Xiu's right hand, the competition on the competition stage has reached a fever pitch.

There is a huge high-tech electronic screen behind Luo Xiu—the electronic screen is completely incompatible with this environment where candles are used for lighting everywhere. The high-definition electronic screen is frightening. The movement between people is clearly magnified——

"No. 178" was fighting against "No. 194". "No. 178" lost her cat ears and dove wings. Letting out a roar of "嗤嗤", thumping vigorously as if trying to escape from the shackles of "No. 194" Tarot soldier, the scattered feathers were stained red in the blood stains on the ground, Luo Xiu thought about that It must hurt.

And she paid the price for this. At the end of the battle, the "No. 194" Tarot soldier who was in charge of the battle broke the wings of the cat's head and lost her head with a backhand knife - where the head wearing the helmet was separated from the neck. , when the blood splattered, Luo Xiu subconsciously closed his eyes in the hopeless place below... It wasn't that he was timid, in fact he had seen bloodier scenes than this before, but that The Tarot soldier who lost his head was very similar to the Tarot soldier he knew in terms of height and hair color, and a little introduction could easily reduce his tolerance.

Luo Xiu was very entangled in this match.

He didn't know where he had such a strong sense of substitution, and he was so painful that he had no position-he felt that his back hurt when he saw the wings of the cat's head were broken, and when the Tarot soldier lost his head, His whole body hurts, including his heart twitching...

At this point, Luo Xiu finally realized that he was a peace-loving person, and such a bloody scene was really not suitable for him.

While thinking about it, the black-haired young man couldn't help raising his head and looking at the high stands in the distance—unexpectedly, the Duke of Darkness was still not looking at him, completely treating him as air, just as Luo Xiu was thinking about it. Should I just rush up to the stands, stab him, and run away like I was thinking about in the bathroom in the morning? A rabbit with a polite head on its head ran towards him holding a pocket watch——

Luo Xiu was stunned, for a moment, he thought he saw someone he knew.

"No. 195, No. 195, Alice, it's your turn!"

It's a pity that this Mr. Rabbit's voice was sharp and sharp, and he wasn't the one Luo Xiu knew. He couldn't tell if it disappointed him, but when he came back to his senses, he was already attracted by this strange man. Mr. Rabbit pushed onto the arena. Amid the cheers of the crowd, Luo Xiu stepped onto the arena. When he stood firmly on the stage, there were no challengers on the chessboard. "No. 178" and "No. 194" No. [-]" was carried down one after the other, and now there are only some staff members holding mops busy wiping the remaining blood.

Amidst the sound of "swish, swish" rubbing the ground one after another, the black-haired young man stood on the competition platform, under his feet was a black and white chessboard that had been potholed by the previous fighters, and the sky above his head did not know when it changed This long winter that seems to never end once it starts makes people feel tired... In the cold wind, when the black-haired young man moved his fingers that were gradually becoming stiff due to the cold, he saw His first opponent today—"No. 196" is a middle-aged man with a round waist and a healthy chocolate color, and his beard almost covers half of his face. , Luo Xiu could only see his two caterpillar-like eyebrows.

Even in the winter, he still exposed his upper body. In contrast, Luo Xiu, who wrapped himself up tightly, was like a primary school student who went to the wrong place on a spring outing.

Luo Xiu: "..."

In a moment of embarrassment, Luo Xiu silently untied the cloak that was temporarily added before leaving the house—then the moment he untied the cloak, he began to regret his action again, because without the cloak Now he looks only one-third as wide as that middle-aged man.

He wasn't even a schoolboy anymore—he was just a chick who lost his mother hen.

The black-haired young man was wearing jeans and a shirt standing on the competition ring. When the wind blew, the corners of his shirt were blown up, revealing his white belly that had gained weight recently, but overall, his figure was still slender and slender skinny.

When "No. 196" rounded his arms and smashed the two pig-killing knives on the black and white checkerboard grid, the black-haired young man flicked his fingertips before everyone could see clearly What kind of action did he make, only in time to see a flesh-colored thing with red bone wings suddenly appear out of thin air in the direction of his fingers, and the fleshy mass flew towards the middle-aged man, In the next second, there was only a loud bang, and the tall and strong man was knocked straight out of the competition arena. In the referee's stand, the court musician happily raised the red flag in his hand.

The audience was silent for three seconds.

In the fourth second, thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the stands.

In the stands, when the meat dumpling flapped its wings and landed on Luo Xiu's shoulders, his face was still full of bewilderment as if he had just stepped onto the stage—until "No. 197" climbed onto the competition stage with a whimper, and faced the completely When it was a brand new face, Luo Xiu realized that he had already won a game when he was distracted just now.

"No. 197" is a short Tarot soldier who looks like a dwarf. When he attacks, he likes to babble in a language that Luo Xiu cannot understand. His weapon is a spear, and Luo Xiu is forced to do it by his quick attack. He made three consecutive backward leaps—until the meat dumpling flew in front of him, and the peach-heart part with its tail turned up infinitely magnified into a barrier, blocking the attack of the injected Tarot soldier with a bang, and the Tarot soldier was captured by his own The attack force bounced off and flew far away, and finally landed heavily on the edge of the competition venue. Luo Xiu walked over and lifted his foot to give him a lift. When the Tarot soldier fell off the competition platform with a "bang", the audience Thinking of cheering again, Luo Xiu turned around and raised his eyebrows to look at the referee's seat. The court musician raised the red flag in his hand again with a smile.

"No. 198" is a beautiful woman. If it weren't for the fly-like mechanical wings growing on her back, Luo Xiu might not know where to start; "No. 199" looks like a magician, he is always hiding in the hood Luo Xiu didn't even know what he looked like because of his face. "No. 199" turned the playing field into a "burning chess board". It was also in this game that Routuanzi developed his new ability , its wings can become powerful and beneficial. When it grabs Luo Xiu from behind and flies into the air, the black-haired young man grows a pair of red bone wings, and the battle location is no longer limited. The black-haired young man on the ground descended from the sky, and flew the staff of "No. 199" with the vines that stretched out in his hands. At the same time, the court musicians finally raised the red flag.

The game went very well.

Luo Xiu found that he hardly met tough opponents.

Everything looks good except for the lack of physical strength.

The game has the only humane rules - when the same challenger stands on the stage and persists past twenty challengers, he can get a one-hour rest period, so he stood on the stage for two hours Not long after, Luo Xiu came down from the stage again, and a staff member told him that a bet related to the selection of the Red Queen had been opened outside the arena, and now he was one of the players with the lowest odds in the bookmaker.

The dark-haired young man Xiaoxiao didn't take it seriously.

After simply eating some food to supplement his energy, the one-hour rest time soon came. When Luo Xiu returned to the arena again, he found that the stage seemed to have changed—compared to those who were basically controlled at 10 An opponent that can be resolved within minutes, "No. 216" can be said to be of a certain level.

The weapon in her hand could condense water into ice, and Luo Xiu was defeated within three moves.

The black-haired young man didn't dare to be careless. When he rolled again and narrowly escaped the water snake that was rushing at him with its fangs bared, he grabbed the meat balls floating around him in a defensive state from the sky. Amidst the latter's exclamation of "guji", at the same time, the grape vine stick that was always held in the hands of the black-haired young man as a temporary weapon also changed!

The arabesque pattern on the long stick exudes a red light, and then it seems to be full of life in an instant, sprouting branches, growing entwined and surrounding the meat balls to weave into a white horse-head-shaped skull, bright blue The colored gemstone appeared between the skull horse's forehead, and the ugly skull horse hair made a creepy sound of "click click click" and slowly opened its mouth wide, when the cold metallic luster still shone brightly in the dark sky , a huge sharp blade protruded from the horse's mouth, and amidst the whispers from the audience, a huge black scythe appeared in the hands of a slender black-haired young man on the stage!

The sickle is slender and long, and the handle of the sickle has a curved part that is suitable for grasping in line with the concept of combat. The huge and heavy scythe is held by the black-haired young man with one hand, and the sickle is dexterously spinning in his hand. A 360-degree circle forms a red barrier, and that barrier easily defuses dozens of water snakes attacking oncoming!

Amidst the splashing of water droplets and the exclamation of "No. 216", accompanied by the sound of a sharp blade piercing the air with a "hoo", the sickle suddenly stopped spinning and slammed horizontally, and was held in the hands of the black-haired young man. The horse-head sickle exuding a cold metallic luster pointed vertically to the ground, and the snow-white sickle reflected the weapon behind the black-haired young man's bright and resolute black pupils——

There was a momentary silence in the audience.

A moment later, the unprecedented cheers suddenly exploded, and people stood up from the stands one after another, cheering and shouting names like "No. 195" and "Alice"——

In contrast, everyone in the referee's seat seemed much calmer.

The court musician touched the red flag at his hand—although the match had not yet been decided, he knew that he was about to raise it again, looking at the vigorous black-haired young man on the stage, Asmodeus It can almost be said that he smiled proudly: "This scene seems familiar, doesn't it, Your Majesty? When the No.2 Royal Berserker was born in hell, it was also the same scene."

Lucifer: "..."

The man didn't speak, but the hatter who was sitting on the other side of him raised his hand and lazily pushed the brim of his hat: "I really envy Dad, he just stole the limelight—ah, listen, Those people called his name so loudly. Ever since he became a royal berserker, his dog temper has allowed him to provoke everyone unscrupulously. I have never heard anyone call out 'Ai' with full respect. Liz' name."

Court musician: "Yeah, I've almost forgotten this sound. I prefer the name 'Lord Samuel' full of disdain and caution."

Hatter: "Ha ha ha ha."

The two of you said one sentence to another, and after singing enough oboe, they suddenly realized something was wrong—they closed their mouths and looked at their side at the same time. With an elegant but strange posture, he sat motionless in his place—it looked, like, a lifeless, puppet.

The court musician blinked: "...Your Majesty?"

"...Stop screaming, it's just a puppet." The red-haired demon Mammon dressed as a hatter curled his lips, raised his finger and pointed to a figure beside the stands, "There."

The court musician looked in the direction of the red hatter's finger, and then saw a tall and familiar figure walking by the stands, his whole body was tightly wrapped in metal armor. The rabbit holding the pocket watch in the vest took a number plate. After receiving it, he inserted the number plate in the gap of the armor on his chest without looking at it. Then he raised his head and looked at the competition platform seriously from behind the armor. Brunette young man bouncing up and down the race.

A pair of golden pupils are frighteningly bright.

"Did you see that, your eyes are shining, you can't wait to take off my father's clothes with your eyes." Mamen said helplessly, "There is strong evidence to prove that that is the genuine His Majesty."