My cards are not straight

Chapter 26 The Black Crow Round Table Story Meeting
"Let me die!"

Zhang San covered his bald head and slammed into the stone. Fortunately, Wen Ning almost stopped him.

When the rescue team left, Zhang San covered his face and followed Wen Ning into the ambulance like a little wife.

The second time I went to the hospital, the doctor stared at Wen Ning's face carefully, "Hey, it's you, little girl!"

Wen Ning smiled.

The doctor tapped a few times on the front of the computer, and an electronic medical record was written.

"I haven't seen you for a week. Why have you been sent here again? This time is better than last time, and your arm is bruised."

Wen Ning still smiled.

"Okay, after paying and paying the bill, take some medicine and go back to apply it. People, be careful."

"Well, thank you doctor, I will pay attention next time."

After paying the bill with the electronic medical insurance card, Wen Ning replied, but added silently in her heart: See you next week.

After receiving the medicine, Wen Ning saw Zhang San in the corridor of the hospital, with his head against the wall, in a decadent state, still muttering something.

She leaned closer to listen.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Zhang San said while stroking the hairstyle that became the Mediterranean Sea.

"No, this is for you to stop crying."

Zhang San didn't understand, so, "Sister Ning, I'm not injured, what's the use of this bandage?"

Wen Ning used practical actions to tell him what was the use, and she clapped her hands in satisfaction as she looked at Zhang San with a bow on his head.

"Okay, so others won't laugh at you."

Zhang San believed it, and within a few steps, he was terrified by the strange eyes of passers-by.

No one laughed at him, but someone called him a pervert!
He had no choice but to spend a huge sum of 50 yuan to buy a peaked cap and put it on, regained his handsome appearance, and found a coffee shop to sit down.

"Zhang San, what's going on with you?"

Wen Ning's heart bounced back and forth between poking someone's wound and not poking, curiosity overcame sympathy.

"Hey, I just don't want to join their guild. Those people threatened me in the copy and cut off my hair with a flying knife!"

Zhang San was distressed.

guild?

Wen Ning thought of the popular forum post on the original app, so she quickly clicked on it.

#Smile Game Guild Red and Black List (Boiling!)#
Guild Red List: 1. Reasons for being on the list: The president of the guild is rich and generous, highlighting the word "rich", claiming that there is nothing that money can't solve
2. The reason why Song of Thorns entered the list: There are many gods, and one person can trust an aircraft carrier

3. The reason why analysts are included in the list: to master the best quality strategies, not only to produce strategies, but also to be a porter of strategies

……

Compared with a bunch of lists on the red list, the lonely guilds on the black list are more eye-catching.

Guild black list: 1. The reason why Killing City entered the list: has extremely serious discrimination against newcomers, and is good at squeezing newcomers
"It's it, it's it, it's it, the killing capital that cut off my hair!"

Zhang San took a look, and the hand that pointed at the black list shook violently, "Sister Ning, help me avenge, do something to make them die."

Wen Ning glanced at him, put away the phone calmly, "I refuse. Even if you want revenge, you and I are both newcomers in the dungeon and have no cards, so we can't be tougher than the other party."

"It can be done."

"What you say is evil. I'm just young. I won't touch such shameless things."

These words were so convincing that Wen Ning felt the red scarf on his chest shine again.

Zhang San hesitated for a moment, but instead of giving up, he took out a card from the inner lining of his clothes and pushed it in front of Wen Ning.

"I'll give you the money."

Wen Ning frowned, "It's not about money, it's about morality..."

"There are 500 million inside."

"500 million!" Wen Ning quickly grabbed Renzhong, and continued with a calm mind: "No, I still won't do that evil..."

Zhang San was persuaded by the resolute Wen Ning, and he took the next best thing: "Sister Ning, then protect me in the dungeon, and if you meet someone in the capital of killing, it's okay to punch me twice, right? Double when things are done."

Double!
1 billion!
Wen Ning's eyes lit up. She knew that Zhang San was the second generation of rich people, but she didn't expect Zhang San to be so rich.

She pulled out the black card under Zhang San's hand, put it in her pocket calmly and said seriously: "Since you are so determined, I can't push it any longer. Witchcraft or Western curse? I can do both."

Zhang San: ...

[Ding dong. 】

The familiar electronic sound played, and Wen Ning and Zhang San's expressions changed suddenly.

I just came out of the dungeon, why do I need a dog belt again!

It is agreed to get a week's life value!

[The place by the window of the coffee shop you are sitting in will be hit by a truck out of control after 30 seconds. You have one chance to participate in the instance in exchange for survival. Your choice is

1. to survive

2. Death]

Wen Ning sneered, "Choose to complain."

[Okay, your will, Xiaowei, has been accepted... Huh? 】

Xiaowei got stuck, and there was no option to complain in the system settings, so she had to say something again.

Wen Ning also patiently repeated her desire to complain.

[! @@##@￥&*（】

After a string of garbled characters, Xiaowei spoke again.

[The place by the window of the coffee shop you are sitting in will be hit by a truck out of control by Yiliang in 30 seconds. You have one chance to participate in the instance in exchange for survival. Your choice is—OK, Xiaowei has received your strong survival request Will, the game is loading]

This time Wen Ning was not given the chance to choose the third path, so Xiaowei directly sent Wen Ning into the dungeon.

After a whirlwind, Wen Ning came to the dungeon scene.

It was pitch black, and all she could know was that she was sitting at the table.

[Dungeon: Black Crow Story Club
Number of participants: 5

Participate in the task: The Black Crow Round Table Story Solitaire has officially opened.You are one of the 11 black crows, and you will continue to write the story personally. Please survive after 11 rounds of solitaire among the 5 black crows. Please work hard, the gods are watching you]

After Xiaowei finished introducing the task, there was a crunching sound.

Wen Ning looked back, the brief light allowed her to see clearly whether there was a wooden door behind her, or a wooden door that had been in disrepair for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, a 'man' with a bird's beak mask and a kerosene lamp on his back came in.

Because of this mask with a sharp bird's beak and covering the entire face, Wen Ning couldn't tell whether the other party was human or creepy, but he only knew that he was wearing a feather coat and came in with a kerosene lamp on his back.

As he moved forward slowly, the wooden door closed, and the faint kerosene light illuminated the dark room. He dragged his slender clothes and gradually approached the round table,

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time."

An old and hoarse voice sounded, the person who came put down the kerosene lamp, and the dark and colorful feathers on the sleeves fell down. He sat with his hands folded in front of the left, and the sleeves rustled again because of this action.

"Today is the annual Black Crow Story Club. This year, besides the six of us, there are new blood coming in."

"I am the initiator of the story meeting. You can call me the Fool. Let's introduce each other."

(End of this chapter)