The Trial Game of Life

Before this day, the players of Yongye City had never thought that Mr. Crow could also be defeated. He has always been so high, mocking the player with a funny tone and a tough mind, but no one can take him.

Because in everyone's heart, Mr. Crow represents the will of Yongye City, and the "Mr. Crow's Black List" suspended in the game hall is the best proof.

Isn't there a crow in "Songs of Gods, Lambs and Crows"? How could such a crow be offended by players?

But the fact gave them a loud slap.

Xiao Tong was also a little surprised. He shot Mr. Crow only for the breath that was blocked in his heart, but he didn't really have much hope. But Mr. Crow was beaten and defeated, and even the picture of bleeding wings made him suddenly understand that Mr. Crow was not defeated, but the previous players did not dare.

No one has tried, no one knows the truth.

"Gay!" Bloody feathers fell from the air, and Mr. Crow was anxiously corrupted and escaped with injuries. When he left, he still talked like he used to, but the players who opened their mouths in a daze and stared, how could they be free?

"What did I just see?"

"Pinch me, pinch me!"

"Gosh--"

"Is Mr. Crow so weak?! Is he a long-haired beast? Is it as easy to beat him?"

"..."

All kinds of doubts took root in the hearts of all people.

Players can't spy on Mr. Crow's trail and don't know where he is hiding, but this does not prevent them from guessing when Mr. Crow will appear. Of course, some players keenly pointed out: "I think things are not that simple, because Xiao Tong took action. Xiao Tong is the warden, and he has more authority than the average player in the game. He is not very harmful to Mr. Crow. Is it difficult to understand? It is not necessary for us to change."

This statement has some support, but Mr. Crow has been injured, this is an indisputable fact.

The news spread ten and ten, and soon spread.

Everyone's eyes on Yan Yun became more and more eager. Because Mr. Crow's escape, Yan Yun was not hindered, and the speed of travel was faster. In the blink of an eye, he had appeared on the long street leading to Gift Mountain.

800 meters from the destination.

Yan Yun walked steadily and calmly. After a dozen games, he was injured a lot. The cuff is broken, the shoulder is bloody, and the hair is a little messy, but his eyes can make you believe-

Believe him, victory is near.

He clearly put on a glorious face, but he looked completely different.

If Rong Yi is low-key and introverted, it seems to be ordinary, and there is something in it. That Yan Yun put the vast universe on the bright side, so that you can see his sharp edge at a glance.

The clown squatted on the gift hill, holding his cheeks exaggeratedly, and raised his voice with the people around him: "Is my first guest coming soon? The players of this year are really too bold, across the distance, I heard the curse of Mr. Crow, it was really loud."

I don't know who he was satire about.

Yan Yun approached step by step, and players spontaneously made way for him. Waiting for the gift to descend, Yan Yunchao nodded slightly and asked with a smile: "Can I redeem the reward here?"

The clown grinned, "Yeah, you can have the right to pick an apple at one time by collecting five points. How many do you have?"

Yan Yun: "No more, no less, exactly fifteen."

"Wow." The clown exclaimed sincerely. "This player is really amazing. Fifteen points have been collected in such a short time. Fifteen points can be redeemed for three opportunities. Are you ready? ?"

The words fell, and the players around were more excited than Yan Yun.

Almost every player stepping into the central area can see the bamboo pole that looks like a ladder, and the apple hanging from the cloud. Five points can be exchanged for an opportunity to pick an apple. Needless to say, there must be a big gift.

In fact, some people in the crowd have accumulated five points, but the game of Yongye City is full of pits, and no one is willing to make a head bird, so they waited for Yanyun.

"I'm ready." Yan Yun was neat.

"Then please." The clown stood up and reached for the bamboo stick inserted at the top of the mountain of gifts. Yan Yun went from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain after a few ups and downs, standing on a huge purple gift box and taking over the bamboo pole handed by the clown.

When he picked up the bamboo pole, he suddenly sounded a poem, and he couldn't help reading it: "The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the hand can pick up the stars. I dare not speak loudly, and I fear the heavens."

With that, he turned his head to look at the clown and asked, "Are you talking about the clouds, is anyone watching now?"

The clown shrugged and spread his hands. "How do I know this? Is there anyone on the cloud?"

Yan Yunben didn't hope to get an answer from him either. He looked up at the cloud, and his eyes seemed to see through the thick clouds to see the scene above the clouds.

What will be there?

Will there be a palace like a fairyland, or an empty cliff?

Where are the gods now?

Is he still watching them?

Thinking about this, Yan Yun finally raised the long bamboo pole, and used the small net bag tied on the top of the bamboo pole to reach the apple hanging down from the cloud. The height and size of each apple are different, the higher the bigger, the redder, the more attractive it looks.

But this bamboo pole is too long, and there is wind in the sky. With a slight movement of Yan Yun's hand, the net pocket can deviate by several tens of meters. Enough times, he didn’t even touch the edge of the apple.

"Every chance is only five minutes." The clown was still squatting, holding his face in both hands. He seems to particularly like this hands-on.

"Right, a little further to the right."

"Oh, I just missed it!"

"Go left!"

"left!"

"Right, go a little more to the right... Hey, pass!"

The players were all excited, even if there was no sound, they secretly clenched their fists. Such a picture of aspirations is like returning to the world.

Xiao Tong also watched Yan Yun's every move in the distance, but if Yan Yun had a change, I'm afraid he would act immediately. Looking around, Meng Zhen and other Red List players also appeared.

Tang Cuo looked down at the time, and it was 7:59 at night.

Jin Cheng's gamble has already won. He bet in the tavern and gambled that Yan Yun could arrive at Gift Hill before eight o'clock, and he would be able to make a lot of money with this one.

But five minutes had passed in the blink of an eye, but Yan Yun didn't get an apple.

Players are inevitably discouraged, but Yan Yun is unmoved. He quickly used the second chance, but this time, he still found nothing.

"Don't think about picking the biggest and hottest one!" Everyone saw the crux of the problem. There are so many apples on it, but Yanyun wants the best one. What is the success rate?

But Yan Yun turned a deaf ear, still looking at the highest place, and quickly used the third chance.

"Will it fail again?"

"The greedyness is not enough for the snake to swallow the elephant. If you pick the small apples below, you may be able to do it three times. The apples at the highest point are almost bigger than the net pockets. You may not be able to pick them if you get stuck..."

There are many opinions, some players covered their eyes and looked with their fingers, it seems that they could not bear to see such a good opportunity wasted. But Yanyun is still that Yanyun.

He grabbed the bamboo pole and looked at the net pocket at the top of the bamboo pole intently, moving a little bit and a little bit. The wind was blowing, and everyone was talking, and he would not be distracted.

Finally, in the thirteenth minute, his wrist turned, and the net pocket shaking with the wind finally caught an apple.

The people held their breaths and opened their eyes to see. I saw Yan Yun's hand exerting force, and the net pocket quickly covered the big red apple. When the apple was dragged, the apple was dragged down, and a beautiful arc was drawn in the sky——

"Slap." Fall into Yan Yun's open palm.

Cheers rang out from the crowd.

Yan Yun smiled slightly, turned to look at the clown, "Apple picked it, what about my reward?"

The clown patted his **** and stood up, picked up the apple and saw the number at the bottom, and said, "Wait."

He turned around and rummaged in the mountain of gifts. From there, he found the other side. After a while, he dived into the mountain and disappeared, only to see that the gift box was surging. Everyone could not help but stretch their necks to see, and the next second, they saw the clown drilled out of the middle of the mountain, holding a big gift box in his hand, and threw it to Yan Yun.

"Found it, then!"

In anticipation, Yan Yun opened the gift box directly.

Even Tangcuo couldn't help gazing. Yan Yun's smile gave him a feeling of being in the chest, as if he knew what would happen next. Thinking of what he had just heard in the crowd, Tang Cuo became more determined about this guess.

Yan Yun’s conversation with Mr. Crow was not a secret. Players in the vicinity heard at that time. Yan Yun said he had participated in similar celebrations before.

Is this some kind of historical repeat?

Tang Cuo frowned, and at this moment, the clown's slightly exaggerated voice finally broke the gift's name, "Congratulations to this player, get a redemption coupon for equipment! This is a very surprising item, even if it is It is also very good to see it in all the gifts."

Yan Yun: "Then I will use it now."

Joker: "Ah?"

The players were stunned.

In disregard of everyone's surprise, Yan Yun used equipment redemption coupons. The light on the voucher flashed, and Mr. Crow, who had previously fled, was immediately ejected from the void again.

"Gah! You **** Jia 00109, what the **** do you want to do?!" Mr Crow's tone began to reveal a trace of terror.

"Kill you." Yan Yun answered lightly.

"You can't kill me, but I am a great crow first—" Mr. Crow shouted loudly, but was interrupted by Yan Yun's light words.

"I want to exchange [a carafe]."

"No! No, no, no, no!" Mr. Crow immediately went mad at the words. Under the eyes of everyone, he seemed to have lost his mind completely and became hysterical.

Everyone was stunned, not knowing how Yan Yun forced him like this with one sentence, but Tang Cuo suddenly thought of a fable story.

"a crow drinks water".

Yan Yun looked directly at Mr. Crow, "I use exchange vouchers to exchange items, which is reasonable. It's you, Mr. Crow, if you don't change it for me, you will be punished for not following the rules."

"No!" Mr. Crow, "I can't do it if I say no!"

But the will of Yongye Night City is not transferred by anyone.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the player d22422 for using the equipment exchange coupon to exchange the item [a glass carafe], please check it."

Before the words fell, Mr. Crow flapped his wings and tried to escape again. Yan Yun only used the equipment exchange to summon him, as long as he hid fast, they would not hurt him.

Yes, as long as he hides quickly.

Mr. Crow flashed away, but Yan Yun's eyes quickly moved his pocket watch, and within a second, Mr. Crow was shot back by the void.

"make."

As soon as he looked back, Mr. Crow saw Yan Yun's lips slightly open and spit out a word. [Red Slaughter Order] Bright red like blood, and Yan Yun also has a thin-necked glass carafe on his hand.

[Red Slaughter Order] With this order in hand, you can attack the player in progress. Only valid once.

[A glass water bottle] A water bottle that will never fill up, and water that will never end, means a story that will never end. Take out the water bottle and summon a crow to quench your thirst for the stone, which can restore 15 health points per second.

"Ah! You **** it! Let me go! Let me go--" Mr. Crow plopped, and the big eyes of soybeans were almost staring into broad beans. But no matter how hard he struggled, his body spontaneously fell from the air, landed on the street, and lifted stones into the water bottle.

Repeatedly, there is no stopping.

And Yan Yun, taking advantage of Mr. Crow's stall, held up the butcher knife.

Tang Cuo narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart clear.

[A glass carafe] is not a trick, it is just used to restrict Mr. Crow’s actions. Because at this moment, Yongye City has cut off contact with each copy, which means that there will be only this crow in the entire Yongye City.

If it is in the copy, then most of what Yan Yun summoned will not be Mr. Crow. Judging by the rules of Yongye City, finding a crow in the copy world must be prior to finding Mr. Crow.

Now that no other crow can be found, it can only be carried by Mr. Crow.

Anyway, it's a bird.

Mr. Crow is subject to the Yongye City, temporarily lost his freedom, and thus lost the opportunity to escape.

Yan Yun drew his sword to face each other. He flicked left and right to hide, but he kept going to the Shizizi. The wound wound by Xiao Tong on the wings is still there. He stumbled, Yu Guang glanced at Yan Yun’s knife, and once again screamed that he wanted to escape, but there seemed to be a pair of invisible big hands behind him, dragging him, asking him to move Shi Zi headed towards the bottle.

The bottle mouth is at Yan Yun's hand.

"Um, uh, uh!" Mr. Crow held the stone and couldn't say anything.

Seeing that he was about to be dragged to Yan Yun's hand, the blade of the cold light was already waiting there, and everyone's heart could not help but lifted his breath.

They are certainly not worried about Mr. Crow. For all players of Yongye City, Mr. Crow is a symbol of Yongye City, and now he will be killed soon.

Will Mr. Crow go to jail?

What are the consequences of this incident?

All of these are ignored and I have no time to think about it. They can only listen to their thumping heart, eyes fixed on the front, excited, nervous, anxious, and taste one by one.

The string in his head was then tightened, straightened, straightened, straightened continuously until--

"Okay." Suddenly cut the string with a somewhat helpless laugh. "He's just a crow, so why bother him?"

Everyone froze for a moment, then looked around, but could not find the master of the voice.

Yan Yun was about to pierce Mr. Crow's neck with a knife. He grabbed Mr. Crow and said in a loud voice: "Since you have been watching, why not come out and speak?"

Who is coming?

"Mr. Crow." Tang Cuo said in a deep voice. Yanyun exchanged a water bottle and drew a knife to kill, but it was a blinding way to force the real Mr. Crow out. He knew that neither Lin Yandong, Jin Cheng nor Tang Cuo could easily tell him the true identity of Mr. Crow, so he changed such a more direct method.

Rather than being scared, it is better to fight.

This is also an important reason why Tang Cuo has been watching in secret, but has not taken action to stop it.

But the real Mr. Crow didn't seem to be planning to appear now. The sound seemed to be coming from Nine Heavens, near to the ears and as if in the distance, and it was impossible to grasp the correct position.

"Slap." He snapped his fingers.

The next second, Mr. Crow, who was caught in Yan Yun's hand, suddenly burst into dazzling light. Yan Yun hurriedly let go, and in the piercing strange noise, the light group became bigger and bigger, until the limbs gradually extended from the shape of a crow into a person!

"Lying trough!"

"what is that!?"

"How did Mr. Crow become a person? Who is he? Ohmygod, what the **** is going on?"

The exclamation came one after another, and when the light group dispersed, everyone finally saw the man's face.

It was a man with five colors of paint on his face and hands. He was wearing clothes made of tattered rags, squatting on the mountain of gifts with his head in his hands, thin and embarrassed, and could not see the specific age.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me..." He kept repeating his words, his eyes dodged and he looked funny.

The rest of the players finally reacted.

"He is not Mr. Crow!"

"who are you?!"

"What a terrible scam is this lying trough, did he lie to all of us? Or puppets? What's going on?"

There were many opinions, and I didn't know that the sentence stimulated the man. He stood up sharply, screaming at the talking player: "You nonsense, I am not Mr. Crow, who am I?"

This stern tone resembles Mr. Crow's before.

The other party was aroused by this tone of pain, and his anger immediately came up, "You said, you are not Mr. Crow, who are you?!"

"Who am I?" The man was stunned. He looked down at his dirty hands, and then put the oil on his face, and painted it even more. He didn't realize it, revealing a daze in his eyes, and then began to be crazy, "Who am I? I am not Mr. Crow, who am I?"

"who am I?!"

One player.

Tang Cuo said the answer in his heart. Yan Yun's paper killing order directly confirmed his identity, because the killing order is aimed at the existence of players. Regardless of the true identity of this man, he was once a player and a player who came to Yongye City before Yanyun. Because of the era that Yan Yun and Rong Yi were in, he existed as Mr. Crow.

The fact that Xiao Tong can cause harm to him is probably due to everyone being the same player.

So where is the real Mr. Crow?

Tang Cuo turned his head and looked in the direction of the Ruby Tavern, where Jin Cheng was pushing the door in, smiling and saying hello to K who was drinking by the window.

"It's so busy outside, don't you really go out and see? Mr. Crow."