become king in cruel games

Chapter 461 God’s Mozhen (12) is deeply loved

The monster summoned by the black card stood in the center of the city. It looked around in a human-like manner, as if it was curious about the surrounding scene.

You lowered your head and looked at the card. This monster didn't hesitate. It gradually dissipated and turned into fly ash, as if it was erased by an eraser.

A bold player took a few steps forward and stretched his neck to check: "Ah, it seems that this kind of thing should be used once, and it can only be used against one person. Since it has been used, there is no threat." ”

Lin Zhenyu, who had been unable to speak for a long time, put his hands on his hips and pretended to be confident:
"Hey, players, why don't you take a guess, how many cards like this do we have?"

"Does everyone have one card, or does everyone have two cards, or does everyone have three cards?"

Yi Zifan glanced at the side and did not stop the sunshine boy from speaking.

After all, if you say something threatening at such a tense moment, most people will be afraid and will not take action.

As soon as these words came out, most of the players did stop.

"Do they still have such cards in their hands? Or are they just bluffing?"

"Who knows? Look at the momentum of this arrogant boy, it looks like he is real. Maybe they don't have that many cards, but they at least have these few cards."

"Anyway, I don't want to be the one who stands out."

Because the player showed a bored expression, crossed his arms and backed away, ending up standing on the side of the house.

One person chose to retreat, and most of the players retreated.

A few bolder players saw the people next to them retreating and suddenly stretched out their hands to snatch other people's black props while the other party was not paying attention.

The situation that was originally relatively quiet became chaotic again.

A black shadow flashed past, and the chained meteor hammer rushed towards Feng Yu's direction, carrying the opponent with it, and also carrying a plastic smell similar to tires.

call!
bump!
The thorns collided with the meteor hammer, and a slender, thin man walked out.

"It's Ryuxing!" one person said excitedly, acting like a fanatical fan.

"Who is Liu Xing?" Another person asked, looking at the dark meteor hammer with some curiosity.

One person showed action on his hand and kept explaining:

"Liu Xing doesn't even know? This is No. 4 of the Storm Race! The young Yingjie back then! He walked up the steps with a meteor hammer in his hand. Although he was thin and thin, his appearance was relatively handsome, and he was loved by many aunts." !”

One person grinned: "Why do you have to be so loved by Auntie?"

At this time, several people around the house were chatting in a relaxed manner.

"At first glance, you have never seen the Storm Competition five years ago," a man explained: "Because most of the contestants at the top were muscular men and muscular women, and everyone was tired of aesthetics."

"No, a thin man suddenly appeared in No. 4, and everyone's eyes lit up! Therefore, he is deeply loved by those aunts."

A middle-aged woman smiled, looking a little shy: "Yes, I also liked Liu Xing back then..."

"However, the most handsome one is still the one ranked second. He is nearly 1.9 meters tall, not thin, and very masculine. Unfortunately... he is covered with bandages..."

After saying that, the woman looked at No. [-], who was dyed black and carrying a black sword.

This one seems to be No.2.

Same height, same bandage. Even after taking off the bandage, he is still quite handsome.

Unfortunately, there is a scar on the right eye.

At this time, Feng Yu didn't know that No. 2, who was wearing black gloves, a hat, sunglasses, and was wrapped tightly in the card game, was the No. [-] of the Storm Tournament.

There are many people who are 1.9 meters tall, and there are many people with the same body shape. If everyone is packed tightly and put together, they may not be able to identify each other.

Back then, Feng Yu was focused on winning the championship. As for the weird contestants, she only remembered them roughly.

The No. [-] in the Storm Race back then had some muscles. Now the No. [-] has completely trained into a man with firm muscles and broad shoulders.

Naturally, it is not easy to identify after it is tightly wrapped.

(End of this chapter)