Midnight Werewolf Kill

The little judge's voice became lower and lower, lower and lower.He finally realized that he seemed to have been fooled...

Cheng Xiao's face did not show the slightest complacency, but showed a bit of ferocity: "Please tell me clearly, what is going on! What did you say at the beginning of the game? If during the game , was voted as the worst player three times, and immediately disqualified from the closed beta! Is this what you said!"

"Yes..." The little judge's voice was timid and nonchalant, like a pissed off daughter-in-law.

"Then what is this?" Cheng Xiao poked his fingers hard on the touch screen in front of him where the number 47 was displayed, "This guy has been voted the worst player 47 times..."

There are too many slots, Cheng Xiao doesn't know where to spit it out.Is it time to wonder why Bi Xiuming is still alive?Or should I admire how well a person can play games to be despised like this by others?Or should I ask about the unknown insider relationship between the little judge and Bi Xiuming?

"Don't... just poke it lightly, it's very expensive..." Although he couldn't see the appearance of the little judge, just by hearing the voice, Cheng Xiao could imagine him shrinking his neck and talking carefully.

"Come out." For some reason, Cheng Xiao just felt that the little judge seemed to have supreme privileges in this game, and he should be able to do anything.

The other eight players around the round table have already embarked on a new journey of the game, only the NPC judge sits there motionless, like a wooden sculpture.

The figure of the little judge appeared in front of Cheng Xiao little by little. He was three meters away from Cheng Xiao. He shrank his neck and dared not go forward, and his feet were testing the edge of danger.

"Come here." Cheng Xiao boasted that he had a good temper. Even if he was full of doubts and distracted, he would not get angry with a child.

Yes, kid... Cheng Xiao now really believes that the little judge in front of him is a seven or eight-year-old child, not a phantom NPC composed of data and codes.

He patted the seat beside him: "Come on, sit down. You can tell me what's going on this time."

The little judge looked like he was about to cry: "I just thought this game was fun, and I wanted to enjoy it. But I'm too young, and people don't want to play with me, so I can only come here to be a judge..."

Cheng Xiao was silent, with an expression of not knowing what to say: "So... this game... besides players, NPCs are also qualified for internal testing?"

wrong!As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Cheng Xiao realized that he was led astray by the judge: "Who asked you! I asked Bi Xiuming what happened!"

The little judge muttered in a low voice: "But my story is also very strange...you only care about No. [-]."

Cheng Xiao couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand to pinch the little judge's fleshy face, and then pulled it outward, making the little judge make a reluctant grimace. "You'd better get right to the point and not interrupt."

"Oh." Because his face was pinched, the little judge was a little slurred, "The story will start three months ago..."

Three months ago, the game "Midnight Werewolf Killer" just opened the internal test qualification. Our little judge hugged his cousin Bi Xiuming's thigh, and also got a private test qualification, but it didn't work...

Just like League of Legends players are afraid of elementary school students, the little judge is also disgusted in this game.After being voted as the worst player for the third time and being completely out of the game, the little judge decided to give up his status as a player...began to be a judge in the game...

So we have to praise the little judge's brain circuit which is different from ordinary people.Since none of you are willing to play with me, let me guide you to play... This is not a whimsical idea, after all, it doesn't hurt to open a small back door for your own game.

Yes, the game at home.Their family business Shangcheng Company is the developer of the holographic virtual game "Midnight Werewolf".

It is precisely because of this that Bi Xiuming's little aunt, who is also the young judge's mother, loves her son and does not want her son to be bullied again, so she asks Bi Xiuming to play this game with the young judge.

Cheng Xiao's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

No wonder Bi Xiuming was voted the worst player 47 times and he is still out of the game. With his status, it is impossible for him to be out of the game after being voted 470 times.

As if he had taken a fancy to what he was thinking, the little judge stretched out a finger at Cheng Xiao. "One more thing, he was actually voted the worst player 48 times. The game you just played was No. 40 eight games."

Very good... very strong... Playing a total of 48 rounds, Bi Xiuming maintained the historical record of not letting the title of worst player fall by the wayside.

"Then why did he transfer to our table later?"

The little judge recalled it for a while, with a strange look on his face: "Actually, No. [-], ah, no, it should be my cousin... Cousin didn't like this game at first, he just played with me. But later, I don't know if he was voted as the worst player too many times, which aroused his desire to win..."

Cheng Xiao silently sighed in his heart: baby, are you sure that what your cousin was aroused was the desire to win rather than shame?

"Anyway, in the end, he started to move around the tables, trying to find someone who didn't dislike him, um, although it was a bit difficult... At that time, I happened to be the judge at your table and was voted by you to be No. [-] Xuanxuan The rhetoric... well, it's not that the righteous words were deceived. I thought you would like people who are obsessed with the game itself, and they will be more tolerant..."

Cheng Xiao stroked his forehead helplessly.How should I put it... He doesn't know what other people think. He voted for Xuanxuan number nine at that time. Besides her closeness, there was another reason, which was also the most unacceptable reason for Cheng Xiao. In fact, it was because of Xuanxuan's flamboyance. tone and demeanor.

Every time he listens to Xuanxuan, he always has the feeling of being in a Taiwanese idol drama at the beginning of the century.Well, maybe other people's thinking should be similar to his... Such a group of harsh people, the little judge would think that they are very tolerant.Cheng Xiao reached out and pinched the little judge's face again: "Hey, I'm still a child..."

The little judge didn't understand what kind of crazy he was smoking, but he had to bow his head under the eaves and could only let him rub it obediently. At the end, he asked cautiously: "Can we discuss it?"

"Speak." Having just bullied the future flowers of the motherland, Cheng Xiao also felt that he had been condemned a little bit in his conscience, and suddenly became easy to speak.

Hearing his tone, the little judge felt hopeful, narrowed his eyes into two lines, and said with a smile: "What I just told you, can you not tell others, including... my cousin?" Said When it came to the words "my cousin", the little judge inexplicably shrunk his neck, as if even if Bi Xiuming was not by his side, he still had some power.

Seeing him like this, Cheng Xiao thought of his little cousin who was bullied by him since he was a child, and his heart softened, so he nodded.

"Okay!" The little judge's voice suddenly became more cheerful, "Then I will bring you back to the normal round. They are waiting for you impatiently!"

Before Cheng Xiao could speak, he felt a familiar buzzing sound coming from his ears again. When he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to his original No. [-] position.

Lao Jin reached out and patted Cheng Xiao's shoulder: "Xiaoxiao, why are you so slow! We've been back long ago."

Back early?Cheng Xiao no longer pursued his weird title, and asked anxiously, "Are you also assigned to the low-level table?"

"No." Lao Jin grinned, and his two front teeth were particularly aggressive. "I won the game of being a villager. I had to change the result of the game. So I could only keep talking for the werewolf. In the end They all said I was a mob! You said I was wronged!"

Cheng Xiao didn't have much sympathy for Lao Jin's experience, but was a little dazed.

That is, they are playing games that they themselves have played before?Then why is Cheng Xiao playing his game as Bi Xiuming?Is it because I haven't played low-level tables before?Or for some other reason...

For some reason, Cheng Xiao just felt a little hot on his face, and he secretly delighted at the illusory possibility, unaware that someone was staring straight at him, almost staring into a hole.

"Ahem," the little judge pretended to clear his throat deeply, "Okay, stop chatting and start a new round."

This round is still four people, four wolves and four gods: the four gods are prophets, witches, hunters, and guards; four villagers; three werewolves and a white wolf king.

"Please close your eyes when it's dark."

During the next day, the judge announced: "Last night was Christmas Eve, and we will speak clockwise from the [-]st."

Cheng Xiao felt as if he was used to it, the feeling of being suddenly picked out without knowing anything.

"No. [-] speaks... No. [-] is a prophet. Last night, No. [-] was killed. If you trust me, you can follow me and cast this wolf down. Tonight, No. [-] or No. [-] will be checked. Pass."

No. [-] Lao Jin took a look at Cheng Xiao, and his mouth was almost grinning behind his ears: "Yo, not bad, we've only played a few rounds, our little one dared to pretend to be a prophet, and he is no longer that A doll that makes true prophets tremble with fear!"

Speaking of this, Lao Jin patted Cheng Xiao on the shoulder, his hand as thick as a bear's paw, almost slapped Cheng Xiao internally.

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Please little angels bear with me for a few more days~

crying~