The Evil God Comes: I, the Creator of Magic Cards!

Everyone looked at the corpse that fell to the ground like mud, and they were all silent, but their eyes were gradually filled with shock.

"Wang Hu is dead?"

"Hiss~ When did Di Qing become so strong? Not even Wang Hu is his equal!"

"It's strange, it's so strange. This Di Qing's strength is at the highest level of Huiyue, but Wang Hu has the strength comparable to Lieyang level, and he also has evil god props. How could he lose?"

"What exactly does this guy want to do? Isn't he afraid that the forces behind us will unite and destroy their Gore cult?"

Everyone opened their mouths and exclaimed.

More people were very puzzled by this, and did not understand how Di Qing could win.

Among the crowd, Nightingale was the only one. She didn't pay attention to the corpse on the ground, and kept looking at Lin Ye next to her with peachy eyes.

When the incident happened just now, the man next to him had always looked calm, as if he had already expected the result.

Wait, where's his mask?

Thinking about it, Nightingale was suddenly taken aback, because at some point, the half-black and half-white mask on Lin Ye's face disappeared, and what now covered his face was an ordinary face towel.

Because of the cover of the face scarf, she didn't notice that Lin Ye was wearing a smile on his face at this moment.

Seemingly noticing Nightingale's gaze, Lin Ye, who was looking at Di Qing on the dome, suddenly turned his head and looked at her.

"What? Why are you staring at me?" Lin Ye asked with a smile.

Nightingale came back to her senses, smiled and said, "I suddenly realized that you seem to be more charming."

Lin Ye frowned, and said calmly, "Oh? Why do you say that?"

In an instant, Nightingale leaned over and pressed against Lin Ye, and whispered in his ear, "What happened just now was your work, right?"

"The secret about you really makes me want to find out more and more."

Hearing this, Lin Ye grinned, wrapped his other hand around her waist, and tightened the distance between them: "Then do you know that this idea of ​​mine is dangerous?"

"The secret of me is not something you can know if you want to know it. It is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will die~"

Regarding Lin Ye's words, Nightingale was not moved by it, but said meaningfully: "A moth jumping into a flame is not afraid of death, so why should Nightingale be afraid of courtship? You should understand that when a woman falls in love with a man , but anything can be done.”

Her words made Lin Ye laugh, and asked, "Anything can be done? Really?"

"Of course." Nightingale nodded.

Lin Ye approached Nightingale's ear, and asked softly: "Okay, since you are so powerful, then you can do the math for me. It is known that F1 and F2 are the two foci of the hyperbola C, P is a point on C, and ∠F1PF2= 60°, |PF1|=3|PF2|, then the eccentricity of C?"

Nightingale's smile suddenly froze on her face.

A series of question marks appeared on her head, she looked at Lin Ye with an outrageous expression, and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

"A very simple math problem." Lin Ye answered naturally.

nightingale:"……"

Seeing Yeying's self-doubt, Lin Ye pushed her away, straightened her clothes and shook her head, "It seems that your determination is not as firm as you said, and you can't even solve a math problem. Do you still want to explore my secrets?"

If possible, Nightingale really wanted to give the man in front of her a big pussy.

I was flirting and you made me do the math?

Is this something normal humans can do?

After doubting herself for a long time, Nightingale gradually calmed down. Looking at Lin Ye in front of her, she always felt that it was not that simple.

Is this guy really just a straight man of steel?

Or did he just despise himself and did it on purpose?

In her opinion, perhaps the latter is more likely.

"Let me see what you want to do today." Nightingale put on a smile again, looked away from Lin Ye, and cast her eyes on Di Qing on the dome.

At this time, Di Qing on the dome was about to make a hook.

"Let's see, who is the next lucky one~"

With an exaggerated smile on Di Qing's face, he suddenly turned his gaze to someone in the crowd, and raised his voice sharply: "It's you!"

After the words fell, he flicked the fishing rod in his hand, and the hook shot out instantly!

The locked person's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt a chill blowing away from the top of his head!

At this moment, everyone looked at him in unison, but the person in the center of all this was already panicked and didn't know what to do.

His strength is worse than that of the one who died tragically before, not even comparable to Di Qing, how can he be his opponent?

Are you going to die here?

He gritted his teeth and stared fixedly at the fishhook that shot towards him.

Suddenly, his eyes trembled, as if he remembered something, he quickly reached out and took out a pitch-black bell from his body.

Holding the bell, he shouted loudly: "I have something, don't kill me!"

When the voice sounded, the hook stopped instantly...

Chapter 112 Give you a chance to challenge, almost exposed

"Pay money and don't kill, boy, you are very good, not bad~"

The fishhook took the bell away from his hand and it fell into Di Qing's hands. He put the bell away and said to the boy.

Seeing that Di Qing didn't make any further moves, the boy breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this guy is still honest, as long as his life is still alive.

"Okay, let's see next, who will be the next lucky one?"

When the next round of the game started, Di Qing's eyes swept across the crowd below, and those who he saw were all shocked, for fear of being targeted by him.

Looking around, Di Qing grinned at the corner of his mouth, threw out the hook, and shouted excitedly: "It's up to you, boy!"

Swish!

The fishhook shot out like an arrow from the string, and everyone's eyes immediately fell on the locked person.

However, seeing this made them all stunned.

And the locked person is also in a daze at the moment.

"Why is it me again?!"

He murmured in disbelief, then his pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted angrily at Di Qing on the dome: "This is not fair! Why me again?!"

The bell just now was a prop given to him by the religious group, and it was of a very high level.

If it wasn't for his strong background, I'm afraid it wouldn't be his turn to control this prop.

In order to save his life just now, he had no choice but to hand it over.

But why is it me again this time?

The reason for his anger does not lie in this, even the anger is pretended, what is really hidden deep in his heart is the fear of death!

He no longer has any hole cards on him, and the props just now are his last means of saving his life.

According to Di Qing, if the selected person fails to hand over enough chips, he will be killed!

Wang Hu's end is vivid in his mind, his body is lying not far away, not yet cold, he doesn't want to follow in his footsteps!

"fair?"

Di Qing looked at him with low eyebrows, and said with a wicked smile: "A mere ants, dare to speak fairness in front of me?"

"Hahahaha!"

He raised his head and laughed, his eyes turned cold soon, and he said coldly: "I will give you a chance to challenge the authority, and I hope you can prove that you have the right to speak the word fair!"

"Come on, shoot at me, this is your last chance to survive!"

Di Qing retracted the hook very confidently, stood in the air, and looked down at the young man below.

Madness!

arrogant!

This is what everyone thinks about him showing this posture at the moment, but no one thinks he is arrogant!

He has such arrogant capital, although he doesn't want to admit it, but Di Qing's current strength does suppress all of them.

Thinking of this, everyone looked at the boy in unison.

What will he do in the face of such pressure?

Where the eyes converged, the boy clenched his teeth, his fists clenched so hard that his nails were embedded in his flesh.

He stared at Di Qing on the dome as if looking down on everything with red eyes, wishing to tear him to pieces.

boom!

A powerful breath erupted from his body, he bent his legs, and then...

boom!

Turn around and shoot out, aiming at the entrance of the venue!

"Old Wu, save me!"

He yelled frantically, but he didn't dare to stop at all.

In the end he still chose Congxin.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Di Qing is invincible at this time, and a head-on confrontation with him is a dead end.

If you don't escape, don't you wait to die?

In the venue, everyone looked at the man who ran away, and then at Di Qing on the dome, wanting to see what he would do next.

"Want to escape?"

Looking at the fleeing man, Di Qing's expression remained unchanged, as if he was looking at a dead object.

Swish!

In an instant, the fishing rod in his hand changed into a gun with purple stripes!