I'm a god in the infinite game

The presidents of several major guilds shook hands with Bai Liu in turn, and then left.

The host was shocked and continued to explain: "According to the usual process, the No.1 player in the preseason should be the first to draw a team, but because the president of the No.1 team in the preseason Russell Cemetery It's changing, so the leader of the No.2 team wandering around the circus—"

"—Bai Liu, go forward and draw the team!"

The front of the large screen in the viewing pool protrudes slowly? A lottery platform, on which there is an opaque black curtain box, above which there is an opening that allows people's arms to go in. Below the lottery platform are? Three? Steps.

Bai Liu stepped forward slowly and stepped on the steps. He lowered his eyes, and under the breathless gaze of everyone in the audience, he stretched his hand into the box, grabbed a ball the size of a ping-pong ball inside, and took it out. Come, pass it to the waiter? The staff next to you.

The staff carefully cut open the elastic spherical object with a knife, then took out a piece of paper from the inside, and carefully unfolded it face down, without looking at it, but ?Put it up and turn your body for all the audience to see.

The originally noisy audience fell into a brief silence when they saw the sign on the piece of paper.

The guild members of the eight teams sitting in the inner circle also looked shocked, and many of them even put down the flags they were waving in a daze.

Heart raised her eyebrows slightly, Phoebe held her face cutely, tilted her head and smiled, Cen Buming had a cold expression, as if she had expected to hug her chest, Daniel sat up and looked to the side with a gloomy face, Georgia He turned his head slightly, and whispered something softly to Armand, who looked serious next to him.

Charles folded his hands to support the cane, looked at the ordinary-looking Bai Liu standing in the center of the ornamental pool from a distance, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

The gamble is getting more and more interesting.

Liao Ke's hand holding Spade's shoulder suddenly tightened, and Bai Yi stared at the label paper dumbfounded, muttering to himself: "Damn, we? We won't? It's so unlucky..."

"Ni Shen is not here." Bai Jiamu suddenly turned his head to look at Liao Ke, his face was dark, "There are no tacticians, how do we fight?!"

The host's voice trembling with excitement resounded through the entire viewing pool with his waving arms: "It's really unspeakable good luck, our new team won the first team - Killer Sequence!" !!"

On the lifted label paper, there is an inverse cross drawn impressively—this is the emblem of the Killer Sequence.

Regardless of whether the game is?lose or?win, drawing the Killer Sequence means that the Killer Sequence will definitely end the game. It crashed on the first day.

All the audience in the audience are boiling!

"The battle is about to begin! Audiences, take your positions! Prepare your chips and place your bets!" The host shook his hands, his face distorted with excitement, "Now, let the tactician of the Killer Sequence come off the stage and fight with the Wandering Circus Our tacticians will conduct a routine declaration of war!"

Liao Ke took a deep breath, and he raised his hand to indicate that he would speak: "Our team's tactician is not here, and I? Temporarily serve as the tactician to implement the game process."

The expressions of the host and the audience all froze, and then turned into a huge, ferocious expression of fanaticism: "Ai Shen is not there?!"

"Replacing the tactician on the spot is? A top taboo! Will? Pull down the level of the entire team to a new level!"

The host's voice was about to burst: "Everyone! Everyone! Can our newly promoted team complete the counterattack of last year's Killer Sequence—Challenge Dragon Slaying!"

"If this team succeeds in slaying the dragon, the betting money on this wandering circus team can be multiplied by more than a hundred times now! Please seize the opportunity?! The sooner you bet, the more you will get back! Hurry up! Bet! Bet!"

Sitting on the lounge chair in the passageway, Wang Shun's eyes reflected the system panel. Even if he had seen it with hearts, he could not help seeing the betting rate in the betting pool that was rising almost in a straight line. He took a deep breath: "...37 times."

"It's too scary..."

With so many point bets, if you lose the first game, it will leave a terrible impression in the hearts of these spectators, and you will be retaliated by these spectators for not betting in the next game. It is very difficult to get the gold medal for popularity rush...

Wang Shun couldn't help but looked worriedly at the players on the field, and finally fixed his gaze on Bai Liu who was standing in the center: "...the president?"

Liao Ke turned around and was about to walk down the passage at the back.

Bo Jiamu suddenly grabbed his wrist, pursed his lips tightly, and asked in a low voice with deep eyes: "Ni Shen... is so smart, he has always arranged everything, and he can predict the future, will he? It's okay, right ?"

Liao Ke walked down the back and paused: "He will? It's okay."

"He said too much, he will personally come to prevent Bai Liu from winning the game."

After Liao Ke finished speaking, he pulled out his hand and walked down. He walked step by step to the cubicle in front of the big screen, and stretched out his hand to Bai Liu standing there with complicated eyes. : "I? Didn't expect to meet you so early."

Bai Liu raised her eyes calmly, stretched out her hands and shook hands: "I didn't expect that either."

Liao Ke was quiet for a while: "Thank you very much for your willingness to lend us the game pool."

"You're welcome." Bai Liu's tone was flat, "I'm also very grateful that you guys will? Arrange a single match for me. I need this single match very much to earn popularity."

Liao Ke raised his head slowly: "It seems that you have already guessed our match arrangement."

In the absence of Nishen, the team competition cannot be played for the time being, and there will be serious problems. As a temporary tactician, Liao Ke will try every means to delay time in the singles and doubles competitions.

Bai Liu was silent for a while: "Ni Shen will definitely play, right?"

"The opponent is? You." Liao Ke said in a firm tone, "So yes, no matter how badly he is injured, that person will crawl here? Come to compete with you."

Bai Liu lowered her eyes and withdrew her hand: "I? Got it."

"I'm going to wait for him."

After finishing speaking, Bai Liu was about to turn around and leave, when Liao Ke suddenly said: "This time, he won't let you, and he will win you if he tries his best."

Bai Liu paused with her back, hummed lightly, and then stepped off the stage.

Liao Ke took a deep look at Bai Liu's back, then turned and walked out of the communication room.

The host probed left and right: "Now that the tacticians of both sides have finished their communication, it's time to make arrangements for the single match—"

"The killer sequence doesn't work? It's an accident. The one-player match? It should be the ace master attacker Spades."

As soon as the host's voice fell, Spade supported the fence with one hand, turned over and landed neatly, and walked towards the big screen. He had a black bone whip that was tied up randomly on his waist, and a lot of There are some props tied to the belt, and Spades walked and kicked these props that were forcibly pinned to the trousers and swayed from side to side, and even lost one.

Spade looked down at the prop and didn't move.

Liao Ke covered his face, his voice was weak: "...I know you don't like to bring props on stage, but count me? Please, don't drop them on purpose. I can see that you kicked them off on purpose. Quickly pick it up..."

——All the props on Spade’s pants? Just now Liao Ke forced Spade to put them on.

This spade guy never used any props, no matter whether he was playing games or playing games, and he was given a maximum of 15 minutes before he was dropped by spades intentionally or unintentionally.

But this time Liao Ke ordered Spades to bring enough props to play.

The opponent is? That Bailiu... It's always good to have an extra protection.

Liao Ke stood by the fence, looking deeply at the pale-looking Bai Liu walking over there.

It is no exaggeration to say that he has played against so many dangerous and powerful teams, and no team can have such a strong sense of oppression as a person like Bai Liu playing lightly on the court.

Liao Ke felt that his heart was beating so fast that it would pop out of his throat.

Wang Shun felt that his heart had jumped into his throat.

He clenched the pen and paper tightly in his hand, fixed his eyes on Bai Liu who was on stage, and took deep breaths to adjust his dizzy state at the moment. It seemed that it wasn't Bai Liu who was going to play, but himself.

Sitting on the bench next to Wang Shun are other players who have not played for the time being. It seems that his condition doesn't need to be any better.

There was no blood on Mu Ke's face, and the fingertips of his fingers were pinched out unconsciously. Liu Jiayi's lips were tightly pursed, and his calves were stretched straight. Tang Er frowned, and touched him for a few seconds. The gun on the back waist, and then slowly spit out? A mouthful of foul air.

Mu Sicheng gritted his teeth and shook his legs crazily: "Grass, me? I'm so nervous that I want to vomit."

Tang Er patted him on the shoulder: "Relax, adjust your state, you'll be in the doubles match soon, and Bai Liu has the gold medal for avoiding death, won't it be a big deal."

After hearing this, Liu Jiayi's expression must have not relaxed, but even more tense: "Bai Liu does have a gold medal for avoiding death."

"But he might not be able to use it in this match." Mu Ke's lips were bloodless, "Or, to take care of us who didn't have a gold medal in the team competition, and also to increase the excitement of the game Sense and betting rate—"

"—Bai Liu probably won't? In this case, use the gold medal for avoiding death."

Mu Sicheng was dizzy: "What do you mean?! What the hell is this? Hitting spades!? He doesn't need a gold medal to avoid death? Is he crazy?!"

Mu Ke shook his head with a pale face: "Exactly? Because of playing spades, Bai Liu can't use them."

"He wants to break the myth of spades' undefeated singles at once, and then directly rise to a high position in popularity and become a highly talked about star player. As long as there is a star player in a team, the audience will ensure this performance. Outstanding star players can advance, and there is a high probability that they will put the entire team in the top [-]."

Mu Ke turned his head to look at Mu Sicheng, whose pupils were constricted, and said word by word: "If he wins the game without the high-risk situation of avoiding the gold medal, he can basically ensure that we are in the team. Everyone can enjoy his popularity bonus and get the gold medal for avoiding death."

"What the fuck is this? Taking his popularity bonus?!" Mu Sicheng's eyes were red and his fists were clenched tightly. "The fuck is this? He's eating Bai Liu's life!"

The host's voice almost turned into a whistle with excitement: "Here we come! Both contestants are on stage!"

"Two players, please declare war on each other!"

Bai Liu stood opposite Spade?, looking up at him with no emotion on his face: "Do you want to win?"

Spades nodded without hesitation: "I? I want to beat you."

Bai Liu smiled: "I want to win too."

He slowly grabbed hold of the void from his neckline, and a gold medal for avoiding death that fell on the thread appeared, hanging on Bai Liu's neck, and at the same time, a gold medal for avoiding death of the same style also appeared on Spade's neck.

"Oh, both sides have death-free gold medals." The host's voice was a little disappointed, "It seems that both sides have to use it, which is a bit boring."

Bai Liu tore off the death-preserving gold medal from his neck, and calmly moved it aside.

[System prompt: Player Bai Liu is? Do you choose to give up using the death-prevention gold medal in this game? 】

The host's voice suddenly rose: "Oh my God! What did I see! This action is the standard action for giving up the gold medal for avoiding death! This rookie tactician decided to give up his gold medal for avoiding death when he was fighting a main attacker. !"

"I? Take back my? Foreword. Although the result of this game is mostly unsurprising, it should be? Spades won, but it's still? something to watch."

The host teased Bai Liu: "I hope that when this rookie tactician dies on the field, he won't? Punish himself for his recklessness at the moment."

Spade face? Looking at Bai Liu expressionlessly, he grabbed the death-preventing gold medal hanging around his neck, pulled it, raised his arm, and moved it aside.

[System prompt: Is the player spade? Do you choose to give up using the death-free gold medal in this game? 】

The host fell into a brief silence, then jumped up and roared: "Our spade player accepted the opponent's provocation! He also decided to give up his own gold medal!"

"This is a battle of life and death!!"

Liao Ke's expression changed suddenly, he patted the railing: "Spades! What are you doing!"

Spades turned a deaf ear to Liao Ke's angry roar behind him, and he looked at Bai Liu with perfect eyes: "I? want to win you under the same? conditions."

Bai Liu smiled: "The person I liked before also likes to beat me under the same conditions."

"I? Played? A lot of horror games with him, but I? Never beat him. He's good at it. I? Haven't been able to forget that he beat me? So many times, always wanted to beat him once. "

"But I? Before I could beat him once, he ran away."

Spade's eyes were fixed: "I? Will? Win you like this."

Bai Liu raised his eyes, and the smile on his face deepened: "Since you said that, I hope you can really look like a qualified souvenir——"

"—Can you beat me? Once."

As soon as his voice fell, he casually let go of the hand holding the gold medal for avoiding death.

The spades loosened almost at the same time as the white willows.

"Ding ding—!"

The two gold medals with the straps bounced off the ground, made a crisp sound, and then spun around in the air, scattered into gold foam, and disappeared.

[System prompt: Player Bailiu/Spades confirmed that they will not use death-preventing gold medals in this game. 】

【...Game screening...Game loading...】

[The game is loaded successfully. 】

[System prompt: Player Bailiu/Spade has logged into the game copy "Evil God Festival Boathouse"]