We Are Gamers

"It's so terrifying, it's so terrifying, this woman!"

"I even drew my sword and asked for the anus to be positive, but she actually released her skills!"

"Do you have no dignity at all as a player? It's too shameless and despicable! But it's good-looking...Damn it, that's not the point!"

Braised Duck slapped his thigh, and a piece of his right hand, which was as hard as a rock, split open.

"It hurts——!"

The screams echoed in the soundproof room of the love hotel.

After a while, he finally put on a few bandages and finally healed the injury.

But as a result of the previous defeat, the lightsaber in his hand fell into the waterway, and the energy shield was also damaged. He smashed a few smoke bombs and threw a few flash bombs, so he managed to escape.

He still has four pieces of equipment left, and his strength has been reduced a lot.

"No, this way, it won't work if it goes on like this... I have to kill other players and get some more useful equipment." Braised duck continued to think: "And the dead world has begun to close, so I have to clean up and go to safety." Let's go."

He opened a section of the curtain, and after confirming that no one was there, he opened the window and jumped out.

This time he kept a low profile a lot and didn't continue the pace of denying his relatives.

Just walking along the way, he couldn't help but start to think back to the past, and the more he thought about it for a while, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it when he took a step back, the more he suffered.

...Why can't you beat it?

...Is the top Asura Dao so powerful?

...my good luck didn't work this time?

He crawled on the grass, lost in thought.

But suddenly, a handsome young man came from the road, holding a knife in his hand, which looked very much like Virgil's Yan Mo knife.

Immediately, the braised duck's eyes lit up.

...With this knife, I will definitely be able to kill that senior girl and get revenge.

With that in mind, he immediately raised his gun and started aiming.

After aiming at the opponent's body, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom--!

Energy ammunition flew out of the barrel.

Ding--!

There was a crisp sound, and the blue and white energy ammunition was cut in half with a knife.

Braised Duck's eyes widened in disbelief.

The young man turned his body and took a step back, the blade resting in front of him, clearly it was Taidao's see-through slash.

While easily blocking the next sneak attack, he immediately looked at the bushes where the stewed duck was hiding.

"This is a master, I only fired one shot and was discovered, no! I have to run..."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Braised Duck chose to get up without hesitation, turned around and slipped away.

It is a big taboo to leave the back to the opponent, but he thinks: "If you can't catch up, you can't catch up! He will never catch up. At a distance of more than [-] meters, he only has a knife in his hand, even if he throws the weapon over. Impossible to hit!"

But just after running less than ten meters away, a piercing pain came from his shoulder.

With a gunshot and a hit, the metal pierced through his shoulder, and one of his arms was directly crippled.

The braised duck looked back in disbelief, and saw that the young man with the knife had pulled out a quick-action musket, with blue smoke rising from the muzzle.

"... oh grass..."

Braised Ya stared wide-eyed: "It's Wei Mingliu's swordsmanship... Sure enough, if you hesitate, you will lose!"

He took a deep breath: "But, this is my escape route! You can't kill me!"

He staggered to the side of the road, let out Dio-style wild laughter, turned over the railing in the style of Xiao Ichiro, and plunged directly into the artificial river, his figure quickly disappeared in the river.

Que Bunanfei glanced at the flowing river, put away his weapons after a short thought, and continued to move towards the finals.

In his opinion, this opponent was too weak to be worth wasting time on.

……

After drifting along the river for a while, the stewed duck was a bit confused.

Climbing up from the shallow water, he took a few deep breaths and looked around, but there was no one there.

This is an open space, and it seems to be inside the final circle, not covered by the dead zone.

He breathed a sigh of relief and finally held on.

But then he clenched his fist.

"This kind of humiliation, I must get it back!"

The stewed duck punched the ground viciously, but was scratched by a pebble on the river bank.

"It hurts--!"

The stewed duck wants to cry but has no tears.

He couldn't understand why he was deflated twice in a row when he was so lucky.

Obviously this time the game should be my home game, why can't I keep losing face?

He pondered for a long time to no avail, he neither wanted to admit that he was too bad, nor did he want to admit that he was unlucky.

So the stewed duck began to pray silently to the ancestors, everyone is good, send a weak chicken here and let me abuse it with one hand, otherwise I will lose confidence.

Perhaps God heard his prayer.

A meow came from the clearing.

He looked up, and ten meters away, there was a beautiful white cat looking at the embarrassed player.

Braised Duck's expression froze for about two seconds.

Instant ecstasy filled my heart.

——Thanks to the ancestors!

——I'm still very lucky! !

——I'm going to accept this cat head! ! !

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Since ancient times, many people have believed in Ouqi's statement.

European Qi is luck, and luck is said in all countries and places.

When a person's success and failure depend on the occurrence of random probability, the word "luck" will be mentioned, which has also become a way for some people to humble themselves. In fact, these people do not know that these self-effacing sounds more mocking than self-boasting .

In fact, most success is related to luck, but by no means serious.

Too many people hope that this world is not chaotic without reason, and they always hope that there are more mysteries in this world.

If the huge universe is an exquisite machine, and everything runs according to the established trajectory, then most people can choose to give up struggling, stop thinking about how much money is guaranteed, and don’t have to count living expenses with their fingers. gold.

This has been the case since ancient times. Isn’t there a proverb called—Isn’t it true that if you are frustrated in love, you will be happy in a casino?

This is also the ancient law of conservation of luck.

Of course, this is just nonsense.

There is no law of conservation. Luck is inherently erratic. There is no physical law or any definite theory to prove this point. It is just an excuse used by most losers to comfort them.

Because believing in luck is a foolish choice.

Sometimes you think you're lucky, but you don't know that's just the first step into the abyss.

Player Braised Duck deeply understands this truth.

When that meowing fist hit him in the face.

When he flew against the wind for tens of meters without landing.

When he fell to the ground, his whole body screamed and vomited more than ten liters of blood.

He thought it through thoroughly.

It turned out that it wasn't that he was very lucky, but that he didn't meet a real strong man.

The masters were busy fighting each other, and no one wanted to take care of him, so he had a chance to develop.

But both are Liushen costumes, a rookie is still a rookie, and if you can't win, you still can't win.

After being hit by three players one after another, Student Lu Ya rolled his eyes and fell down on the grass and simply passed out.

Perhaps it was also because of complete fainting. He didn't move at all, nor did he show any murderous air, and he lay dead the whole time.

At this time, the two players also walked past him without noticing it. Even if they saw it, they would probably think it was a dehydrated salted fish.

……

[The dead world begins to erode]

[The final circle has appeared]

[There is still one hour before the end of the battle royale]

The reminder sounded, and the dark world of death eroded again.

This time the speed is faster than before, advancing at a speed of more than ten meters per second, forcing players to go to the finals as quickly as possible.

But this is obviously not necessary, because everything that should come has already arrived.

"Same as predicted, one kilometer in diameter." March Rabbit held up her thumb and index finger with both hands, gesturing to form a square photo frame, and she closed one eye: "I don't know how many players are still hiding."

"I can't hide it."

The Mad Hatter took something from his pocket.

"Do you want to press it?"

March Hare raised his hand: "Let me come, let me come."