The golden fingers of the death game are all beautiful girls

"As a reliable mature woman, I won't continue to make things difficult for you, and let you continue to make up stories."

"By the way, I think we should go find special supplies today."

"The executioner and the drunk didn't go, but Tianqi and the lucky one went."

"We hope to grab special supplies."

Yi Mo said disdainfully: "Or you are an idiot!"

"Why don't you grab special supplies?"

"Because it's very dangerous!"

"And this danger comes from the green base players, and it is only a small factor."

"If special supplies are really important, is it possible for players to get them easily?"

"There's so much snow outside and it's so dark."

"From such a distance, the big supply box can be seen twinkling, as if telling everyone that I am here, come and get it."

"I'm afraid, if I really want to get it, I have to pay something."

"Or, you can't get it at all!"

"Not to mention what if the players in the red base give up their special supplies, and go directly to the special supplies of the green base as quickly as possible, ambush them, and take the opportunity to kill?"

"As far as our weapons go, there is a high probability that they will be given away for nothing."

"Helping others speed up the progress of the game."

"So, just stay at the base honestly!"

After hearing the words, the Rain Emperor felt that Yi Mo's words made sense.

After experiencing the Big Mac incident today, I was also tired, so I lay down on the bed and muttered, "Uncle, you are actually quite powerful."

"It doesn't seem like a loss to cooperate with you."

"That is, I don't know what your identity is, and whether you are in the same camp as me."

Yimo: "I've always been very good."

"It's you, you really have something to eat."

Yuhuang muttered less and less: "I don't know how to cook."

"Humph!"

Yimo smiled: "Hey, you are a dead duck, you have a hard mouth!"

"Let me tell you, don't try to attack me at night."

"I won't give you a chance."

"By the way, what is your game card?"

"I've taken you in, so you have to tell me the truth, don't you?"

Yimo wanted to chat with Yuhuang for a while, and see if he could come up with something useful.

But while chatting, I found that the other party had stopped replying to me.

Taking a closer look, the Rain Emperor had already fallen asleep!

The little face is round, with a little baby fat, the small mouth is slightly opened and closed, and the breathing is very even.

It can be seen that Yuhuang has not had a good rest recently, and has dark circles under his eyes.

Yimo observed Yuhuang quietly for a while, and after confirming that she was really asleep, she whispered, "In the game of death, in the room of other players with unknown identities, you dare to sleep..."

"Sure enough, this Rain Emperor is not reliable at all..."

"But...forget it..."

Yi Mo muttered, and turned off the light in the room.

I sat back on the lower bunk bed of the upper and lower bunks, leaned against the corner of the wall, blocked myself with an explosion-proof shield, protected myself tightly, and began to recall the past to pass the time.

Yi Mo, dare not sleep.

He does not allow himself to make any mistakes, allowing others to take advantage of them.

For Tong Muxue, he must also get out of the game alive.

At all costs, get out of the game alive!

At the same time, he muttered: "Rain Emperor...if you and I are not in the same camp."

"I won't, soft-handed..."

Chapter 56. Running away

Quietly in the room.

At this moment, she was wearing Hanfu, sitting in front of the writing desk, drawing seriously.

The content on the paper is similar to the painting Yimo saw before.

The background is also inside the auditorium, the lights are dimmed.

It's just that most of the first 12 players have already left the field, and only a few people are left, looking at each other warily.

Among them, the most conspicuous ones are the drunk people on the stage.

He was waving his baton, his expression was intoxicated, and he was staring at Yi Mo in the corner below from the corner of his eye.

Yi Mo happened to be looking at him, with unconcealable hostility in his eyes.

In this painting, the expressions of the characters are exaggerated to some extent, but I am alone, sitting quietly in the middle of the auditorium, with a calm expression, as if staying out of things.

In this game, when Jing Jing is free, she will draw.

She has already painted more than a dozen pictures.

Calmly looking at the painting just finished, he said lightly, "With the number of players decreasing, it seems that drawing is not as interesting as before."

Jing Jing sighed softly, put down the pen, picked up the water bowl next to her, took a few sips, and checked the time.

Now, it's almost 11 o'clock.

"It seems...a bit late..."

"There should be no players outside."

Jingjing had something to do, but because she was too absorbed in the painting, she didn't pay attention to the time, which delayed her a bit.

"But it's fine."

Speaking quietly, she took off one of the hairpins stuck in her hair.

Then, gently twist the hairpin.

It turned out that the hairpin was hollow.

She gently poured the powder inside into the Shui Wan that was riding beside it with not much water, twisted the hairpin, and stirred it inside with the hairpin.

After finishing, tie the hairpin back to the hair again.

I took out the cloth strips that had been placed next to me before, and lightly wet the two cloth strips with the small half bowl of water.

After finishing these, take these cloth strips, and some other things, and go out.

The lights outside have not been turned off yet.

But there are no other gamers anymore.

Quietly walked to the second floor, the room where the Jumbo stayed, and looked at the Jumbo on the bed.

Walked over and felt the pulse of Big Mac.

Jing Jing smiled: "The physical fitness is really good. If I had suffered such a serious injury, I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago."

"But judging by your appearance, you won't die for a while."

As she spoke quietly, she changed the Big Mac into a cloth that wrapped the wound.

In the middle of changing the cloth strips, Jumbo suddenly woke up, his eyes widened, and he yelled, "The ghost! The ghost!"

"what are you going to do!"

"What are you doing to me!!!"

"You bastards!"

Jumbo was seriously injured, even if he didn't want Jing Jing to approach him now.

But the crippled hands couldn't be lifted at all, and they couldn't push Jing Jing away.

He just swayed his fat body, trying to resist and struggle.

Jing Jing put her finger in front of her mouth, made a hissing gesture, and said softly, "I'll help you change the cloth that bandaged the wound."

"Don't struggle, or it will only speed up your death."

"Treat the wound a little bit, and you might live a little longer!"

"I have no ill intentions towards you."

"If you're lucky, you may survive this game."

Jumbo's body was really too tired. The slight struggle just now made him a little out of breath, his brain was confused, and he was about to pass out again.

Hearing this, he stopped struggling, forced his eyes open, and looked at Jingjing.

Indeed, the other party simply treated the wound for himself, replaced the cloth strips that wrapped the wound, and did not do anything redundant.

Big Mac, gave up resistance.

Jing Jing's movements were very gentle, while wrapping the wound with a new cloth strip, she whispered to Big Mac: "Are you the ghost?"

Big Mac: "No..."

Jing Jing: "You said that the Rain Emperor who wanted to kill you would be an inner ghost?"

Jumbo: "I don't know..." Jumbo spoke very hard, like an old man being beaten to death.

Jing Jing smiled and said, "Stay in the room with peace of mind."

"You have suffered such a serious injury, but you don't attract everyone's attention so much."

"It is possible to survive this game."

"Be obedient, don't make a sound, don't attract everyone's attention."

"If you and I are in the same camp."

"I'll help you and kill others."

Jing Jing's words seemed to have magical powers, which made Jumbo's mood more stable, and he fell asleep at some point.

Quietly looked at the Big Mac, smiled faintly, and left the room.

"You are dead, will the kill be counted on Ainz's body or the Rain Emperor's?"

"Looking at Ainz's appearance, he should have a surplus of points."

"Rain Emperor acted like he had no points."

"In fact, according to my observation, I'm afraid there are really no points."

"If you die, you can take away the Rain Emperor who seriously injured you."

"You'll be happy too, right?"

Muttering quietly, when passing by Yimo's room.

Looking at the door of Yimo's room, she smiled.

Then, without looking back, he walked away.

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In Emer's room.

On the second floor of the upper and lower bunks, Yuhuang was wrapped in a quilt, his little face was flushed, and he was breathing evenly from his mouth.

It can be seen from the saliva flowing from the corner of her mouth.