The golden fingers of the death game are all beautiful girls

And those pasts are not necessarily good things.

At least among the girls Yimo knew, her ex-sister Ji Ran had serious personality problems because she was isolated and bullied in the orphanage when she was a child, and Xia Yuxi had severe male phobia.

As for Qin Muhui and the village chief's sister who didn't even know her real name, he Yimo knew who the hell?

He didn't want to know anyway.

If it was outside, with a girl like Juzi pestering him so much, he might really be tempted.

But, this is a game of death!

May die at any time, may be fatal!

Why can she be so optimistic, cheerful and silly all day long, as if she is focused on, wanting to have a good relationship with herself?

According to the default, something is wrong.

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

In the last game, Yi Mo had already experienced the feeling of being betrayed, which left a deep impression on him.

So he is wary of everyone and will not give others a chance to backstab him.

Even a good NPC is thousands of times stronger than a death game player.

If there is no accident, this orange is regarded as absolutely powerful and terrifying by default.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain her current attitude towards the game of death.

Of course, if the oranges are given for nothing within two days, and they just play GG, then Yi Mo didn't say anything!

Because of this, Yimo must guard against her.

And she may exist, the possibility of different victory conditions from his own, so we must be more vigilant against her.

Yimo was a little lost in her thoughts, she didn't even notice that Juzi had already returned, she lowered her head at this moment, and quietly and carefully looked at his way of thinking.

When Yimo noticed, Juzi smiled and held the pancake fruit in both hands and handed it to Yimo: "Here~"

Because it has just been spread, it is quite hot, so two hands will pour the pancake back and forth.

Yimo took the pancake fruit, frowned slightly, and said lightly, "Thank you..."

This sentence is sincere.

On the other hand, Ju Zi heard the words, and happily came over, trying to hug Yi Mo's arm, but Yi Mo discovered her small movements in advance, pressed her forehead and pushed her away.

"Go, go, don't take the opportunity to get stuck..."

Ah this...

The passers-by next to him were completely stunned when they heard this.

Looking at Yimo and Juzi, she even has the urge to roll up her sleeves to beat Yimo.

Such a nice girl wanted to put her arms around your shoulders, but you guys refused, why did you say she was stuck?

It's outrageous, isn't it!

Yimo didn't care about other people's eyes, so she wandered around the ancient town with Juzi.

Orange is very happy, as always, like a little bee, wandering around Yi Mo, "buzzing".

Well, the hair color is also like a little bee.

In her words: "My boyfriend, this ice cube, is finally about to be melted by me~"

Of course, during this period, her eyes were more focused on the pancakes, as if she wanted to have a pancake with Yi Mo as she said before.

"Go, go, there's an epidemic in the town right now, it's unhygienic!"

Of course, she was ruthlessly rejected by Yimo.

Although Orange didn't show that he was unhappy, it could be seen that he should still be a little bit disappointed.

Most of the silent people are good at observing people, so is Yimo. Seeing the little disappointment of the orange, she finally sighed and pushed the half-eaten pancake over: "Take it, just this once!"

"Oh! Thank you husband!"

Ah this?

Just such a small favor, good guy, did you upgrade directly from boyfriend to husband?

Emerald is numb...

If the orange is not pretending, then the problem in her heart is definitely the biggest among people she has ever seen!

Yimo thought very firmly.

Just like that, Juzi was also happy, and Yimo finished the first thing, because she had other things to do, she found an excuse and slipped away.

Juzi happily found a place, sat down and ate the leftover half of Yimo's pancake fruit, and became more energetic: "Yeah! Go and build good relations with other death game players for Sakamoto!"

"Well, it's rare that we have made progress with Sakamoto, let's go to the Chinese guy first and show off, hehehe..." After finishing speaking, he laughed foolishly from there.

Then I went to Hua Lao's villa, pushed open the courtyard door, and knocked on the door.

She didn't have a key to the house, so someone had to open the door to get in.

dong dong dong -- dong dong dong --

"Huh? Is there no one?"

I knocked on the door, but no one seemed to open it, which was a bit strange.

But the orange was very patient, did not give up, and knocked hard again, finally.

"Bam—!"

The door opened suddenly, scaring Tangerine.

The Hua guy is wearing pajamas, his face is pale at the moment, with big dark circles and bloodshot eyes, he looks like he is seriously ill, and his popularity is almost gone, he just stares at the orange like a ghost, and said coldly: "Please... …come in."

Seeing this, Tangerine's happy smile disappeared instantly. He looked at Hua Lao as if staring at an enemy, silently took out the mask, put it on his mouth, wrapped it tightly, took two steps back, and then The two hands pushed in front of him, making a gesture of refusal: "Ah...haha...I suddenly remembered that there are other things...so I won't bother you..."

Hua Guy: "Anytime, welcome, come back."

Orange didn't dare to agree: "Hahaha...haha..."

Then he backed away slowly, out of the courtyard, out of the sight of the Chinese, leaned against the wall, patted his chest, panting heavily: "Ugh... so scary..."

"It's over, the Chinese team should be gone..."

"Well... this is too fast!"

"No, no, we must unite the remaining players!"

"Well, go find Uncle Tiandimeng now!"

With that said, he hurried away.

Yimo's prophecy came true, and the attributes of the orange catastrophe were completely confirmed.

Chapter 40. The Old Mayor

The mayor's building in Hezi Town is a single-storey antique-style building.

Red walls and green tiles, with an independent large yard, the location is on the high side of the town, there is good greenery inside and outside the yard, a lot of green bamboos are planted, and there are man-made ditches and pools in the yard, just looking at it Feel refreshed.

The gold-plated plaque at the gate of the courtyard has four big characters "Don't hand over the pulp and water". It was the heyday of Hezi Town 300 years ago.

Box Town is located in the deep mountains, and has always been particularly closed. The so-called mayor is also in the same line. After each mayor leaves office, the best of his children will continue to serve as mayor.

It stands to reason that such a system will inevitably lead to management problems, but in fact, there have been no major problems for thousands of years. Hezi Town has experienced ups and downs, but there has been no major turmoil.

Maybe it's because the mayor only deals with the life and development of Hezi Town, big and small, and doesn't have the right to order the public security department to contact them directly.

If there is a major problem with the system implemented by the town, the public security station will also communicate with it.

In the mayor's building, compared to the usual calm, there were sounds of quarrels today.

"Father, you are stubborn!"

"The town is not rich, why spend so much money on the ghost festival celebration!"

"What good does this do for our town!"

"This old custom should be abolished!"

"With this money, let's take a stake in Baiye Group, revitalize the new town with them, and then discuss with them about building mountains and roads. The future prospects of our Hezi Town are simply unlimited!"

"I get along very well with Du Yu of the Baiye Group, and now we have reached the point of being brothers!"

"You step down and give up the position to me, that's the best choice for the town!"

"You are already old, you are old and foolish!"

The person standing and talking at the moment is Zheng Yongwang, the youngest son of the mayor, in his 40s, dressed in gorgeous clothes, a little thin, lacking in manliness, but very proud, with a look of blame on his face.

Sitting on the carved wooden chair opposite, wearing a black Tang suit, very upright, without a trace of wrinkles, wearing a black round cap, the little old man in his 60s, with a black and white beard, is the mayor of Box Town.

It stands to reason that he has always been kind, and he is also a self-proclaimed educated person. In Hezi Town, people don't call him mayor, but Mr. Zheng.

But at this moment, his face was flushed with anger, his hands were trembling, and he scolded his youngest son Zheng Yongwang loudly: "It's wrong!"

"You bastard!"

"Your elder brother and second brother both went to the city to develop, and I didn't stop them!"

"I thought that with you staying in the town, I will be too old to manage the affairs of this town in the future, and this town can be entrusted to you with peace of mind!"

"Now it seems that it's just nonsense. If the town is given to you, it will definitely be destroyed!"

"Don't even think about it, unless I die, I can't give you the position of mayor!"

"The ghost festival celebration is the biggest event in our box town every year. It must be held in a special way. It will be lively and grand!"

"For mere benefit, how can we forget the customs passed down from our ancestors!!!"

It can be seen that the old mayor is a very traditional and conservative person. At this moment, he was really angry. He even wanted to pick up the black wooden crutch placed next to him and beat his youngest son, but he held back after all.

Hearing the words, Zheng Yongwang knew that the tone was a bit too much, so he quickly sat on the wooden chair next to him, leaned forward, patted the old mayor's back lightly, and said in a comforting tone: "Father, calm down, this Alright, you are not yet 70 years old, why do you just mention dead words?"

"How unlucky this is!"

"It's my fault, let's talk slowly!"

"Come, come, have a sip of tea!" Zheng Yongwang said, picked up the teacup on the wooden table, and handed it to the old mayor. The old mayor gave him a deep look, probably a little disappointed and helpless, but still Shaking his head, he took it and sipped his tea.

Zheng Yongwang continued to persuade: "Father, I can understand you, but the times are different now!"

"Now everyone is looking at the money, not like the time when we used to guard an acre of land and be satisfied when we were not hungry."

"Who doesn't want to make more money and live a better life?"

"Look at these years, most of those who are capable in our town have gone to big cities outside."

"How many came back?"

"Yes, but if you are good at it, how can you come back!"

"In the first 30 years, when I was a child, our town really thrived on carvings, and the coffins and urns sold very well, earning money!"

"But not now!"

"Your sculptures are good, but you sell them expensively. Not many people buy them. How many filial people are there who are truly filial to the point of spending tens of thousands more to buy a good urn and coffin?"

"Not much, Father!"

"This business can still be done, but if the road is not repaired well, our town will be completely isolated from the outside world sooner or later, and it will not be in the same era!"

"Now the Baiye Group finally came. Although they don't know who their ancestors are, they have said that they came out of our town. They spent so much money in construction and built so many good houses in our town. Are there fake ones?"

"This investment will definitely not be able to pay back in a short time, which shows that people's hearts are in our town!"

"We shouldn't give others embarrassment for everything, and don't give them convenience!"

"Let's not hold such ghost festival celebrations, take out the town's money, invest in the Baiye Group, and after the road is repaired, whether it's traveling or continuing to sell coffins and urns, you can earn a lot of money! "

"Father, you have been the mayor of the town for decades, and people say you are a good mayor. You shouldn't fail to see the truth, you don't understand!"

The old mayor glanced at Zheng Yong, shook his head, and sighed: "Hey..."

"Son, you don't understand!"

"Of course I know that if we join forces with that Baiye Group, it will be in their favor, and it will be good for us!"

"But son, you have to understand how much you weigh!"