Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

Zoe quickly left behind the reflection of the witch.

According to the instructions given by Caesar's girlfriend, red hair has long been active in a well-known building in the main city.

The three followed the map all the way, eating and playing in the middle of the road.

The dark nights of the deep blue sky are as bright as white, and the shadows of the lights are drunk. This planet, forged by cutting-edge technology, seems to never sleep, and all facilities are open 24 hours a day, without any chance of draining visitors' wallets.

The horse pulling the car on the side of the road snorted, and Caesar looked at the price and immediately turned around and left.

"800 credits." Caesar exaggerated and shouted: "Why don't you just grab it?"

"The price of the deep blue sky is like this." Zoe shrugged: "Why don't you just receive the nobility."

When passing by a playground, Caesar looked at a gas/gun shooting game with a total of 600 points to redeem any giant doll.

Zoeton didn’t feel good: "This fool shouldn’t want to..."

Five minutes later, Caesar had already paid the fee and took the gas/gun. He smirked: "My wife sent me three tickets, I want to return..."

Hit it, seven rings.

Six rings.

"There is a problem with this gun!" Caesar was angry.

Zoe couldn't bear to pull him away, and by the way despised the useless assault.

After slamming the field, the gas/gun is very stable and superimposed with ten ring points.

The monitoring device on the side suddenly sounded: "Warning, warning, abnormal data -"

Zoe’s meal, this time I saw the wall posted “for amateurs only, professional players/services do not disturb”.

In the backstage of the playground, there are already people on duty who are on the move.

Zoe took the initiative: "Little witch, fast!"

Two minutes later, the two duty officers walked to the target, and the witch was poked between the three rings and the off-target.

The cute teenager pouted, like a stubborn and soft little animal, and the gas/gun continued to compete.

One of the older women was immediately stunned by the heart and heart, and softly comforted: "Last month, our amusement park changed the guns in order to make money. It is not good to say that it is a 600 points for toys. No one has ever got it. Little brother, otherwise I will secretly send you one..."

The witch was all red and refused.

When the three left, Caesar continued to show his resentful eyes.

Zoe sighed: "Little witch, although the gun has a problem. But you off target - really should practice."

The sorcerer was a little frustrated, and the little ones cheered up again.

White nights in the deep blue sky.

Malls, gambling/fields, surging fountains, gentle strings, killing weapons displayed on the street's big thorns, juveniles and young girls who are chasing each other and the neighborhoods that are closely divided by several forces, in the main city And the coexistence of peace.

In a flash, the pedestrian has arrived at the target address.

The main city is crowded here.

In the middle of the intersection, it is a huge building that is four blocks away.

This is a magnificent venue for the temple.

The dark brick wall is like a fierce beast on the side of the street. The wide dome is shining in the night sky. The complicated relief is free with light and shadow. Because of the illusion of painting, the illusion is not true. .

The scarlet carpet stretches out from the grass fountain, and silver engravings can be seen everywhere:

"The 16th block is owned by the Floating City."

The witch wow "wow" and grew up with a mouth.

Caesar looked awkwardly: "Is the underground game playing here? Really his mother has money... What is the floating city..."

When entering the building atrium, sitting on the high stool in the reception area, wearing a light blue pettiskirt, the little sister of the melon seeds smiled and pointed to Caesar Zoe: "Big Brother, turn left to security."

Caesar is dissatisfied: "Why are we only two..."

The younger sister blinked and looked at it: "The body is tall and strong, and it looks less like a good person. Going to the back for inspection has no gun."

Caesar: ... Is there a good people in the deep blue sky? !

The little girl is also happy to look at the sorcerer, indulging in beauty and not being able to extricate herself. The eyes are full of surprises.

Even the voice did not consciously slow down: "Small brother first come in with me, today is a bit more. Hey, this is my job number. What is your little brother? Is it the first time? Live in the deep Empty outside or deep inside... Little brother, you want red wine or champagne..."

The sorcerer remembers that the doctor could not drink alcohol when he was discharged from the hospital, but the red wine was not high.

He nodded his thanks and took the crystal cup from his little sister.

The two men passed through the lengthy and luxurious cloister, and the sorcerer suddenly opened his eyes.

Under the dome, it is a stage that is several times larger than the Crosson show – four blocks are stitched together in this behemoth, and the surrounding stands are filled with a look of excitement.

A piece of holographic screen is erected in the void, and in the fine particles of light, everything on the stage is almost within reach.

The auditorium is in the dark, and the camera is densely populated throughout the building.

When the witch came into the door, many people in the distance looked at him.

One of them was shocked and reacted a little. "This seems to be the one that Ermao said. How did he come? Not in the box? Fast, inform the adults!"

"This...the adult has gone up, just now..."

In the field, all the screens flashed slightly, and the familiar silver mask logo appeared in the void. Under the dome, a burst of cheers broke out in the sky.

The witches were shocked. The front and back were crazy. The noble ladies in the front row and the dresses and long skirts threw the handkerchiefs and flowers inward. Countless audiences stood up like tides and came out. That hat off tribute.

The younger sister who led him for the road was not even stunned at this time, holding a terminal spirit and excitedly shooting into the field. The sorcerer was keenly aware that her pettiskirt was hung with a miniature helper similar to the mask.

On the stage, the complicated door was finally opened.

The man in a silver mask stood up from his throne and raised his goblet in his hand, silently indicating to the stage.

The screams screamed.

The little girl's face was red and red, and she picked up her own wine and clink the man in the virtual screen. The speed was fast: "Little brother, fortunately, you are not late - ah ah ah - my king is handsome." Ah ah -"

The sorcerer looked at the man on the stage and screamed for a long time: "He is..."

"You don't know?!" The little girl stunned: "The underground race has won the championship in four seasons. In the past, it was the trump card of the Floating City. Now it is the new king of the Floating City."

The toast of the king symbolizes the beginning of the underground game.

Soon, the map was launched and the players entered preparations. However, countless sights are still following the man on the stage until he disappears into the light of the gathering.

The younger sister has restored the state of the melon seeds. Let’s talk non-stop. In the dark, point to the aristocratic ladies in the front row: “Today’s infield ticket has been fired more than ten times. Hey, everyone wants Taken away by the new king at night."

"Dream! Wang will not take off the mask for them!" The younger sister raised his chin: "Is the little brother eating melon seeds? I told you that Wang has not seen the news until now. I suspect that the usual warm bed for him is The lion, the red-haired muscle man..."

The sorcerer looked stunned and did not respond for a long time. He took the melon seeds.

Where the two are located, the light suddenly dims.

The audience was spacious and luxurious, and the seats and seats were very far apart. At this time, the game started, and no one noticed it.

The little girl screamed.

I didn't think about the only light source - the holographic screen was also dark.

She was about to call someone with a terminal, and looked up with a faint glow, followed by stiffness on the spot.

The tall, indifferent man does not know when to appear, standing in front of the witch.

The shimmer reflected his jaw-like jaw line and fell into the familiar silver-gray mask. He was condescending, and the sight of the temperature without the temperature was swept over the red wine glass in the hands of the witch.

"!!!" Witch is a conditional reflection -

As in the practice room two weeks ago, the brush in front of the man cleverly stands up. 2k novel reading network