It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

"what?"

Liu Zheng looked at him warily.

Is this guy a two-way plug?

"What do you want to play? Human."

Player 7 asked with interest.

"I want to play with the Ama."

He shook his head.

"You can't even beat me, and you still want to play Ama?"

Player 7 sneered.

"If you want to play with me, you have to get past him first."

The Ama woman also chimed in.

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No, what's wrong with you bunch of weird residents?

If you are ntr in front of others, you still have to inspect the minotaur's goods first, right?

A man who has not been strong enough for me will not be recognized by my wife.

"Row."

Although Liu Zheng had a thousand complaints in his heart, he only said one word in the end.

He was afraid that if he continued the discussion, his remaining three human perspectives would collapse.

"What do you want to play? Werewolf, Script Killing, Poker, as long as it's a board game, you can choose."

Player 7 said confidently.

"Can't we not play the table parade?"

Liu Zheng asked.

The time was barely enough, but Mingming felt that if he continued playing board games, his luck would be very bad.

"Okay."

Player No. 7 is very easy to talk to.

"Car racing, horse racing, fighting, flower arranging, cooking, you name it, we can compete."

Wow, he’s an all-round player.

A son-in-law of this level, even if he rides a ghost fire, his hair is not yellow, but golden.

If this fisherman doesn't like it, then Liu Zheng doesn't know what else he will like.

However, he still had to find a way to successfully poach people who had entrusted him with the task.

He would definitely exclude the items mentioned by Player 7.

But even for those that were not mentioned, Liu Zheng estimated that they would be difficult enough.

After all, this is not the real world. Although this guy sounds quite young, he might be a monster hundreds of years old.

Or maybe he's the kind of freak genius who can think, "I totally understand it.jpg" after just a little bit of reading.

"Then let's do food delivery."

An idea struck him.

"Then you really have given me a hard time. I can't compete in this game."

Player 7 shook his head.

"Didn't you just say that anything you could think of could be compared?"

"I said something wrong, what's wrong?"

Player No. 7 said confidently.

"whispering sound."

Liu Zheng forgot that not everyone in this world is like the plane tree and cannot lie.

"The Bloody Restaurant is not a good place. You are a citizen. If you want to live longer, you should leave early."

Player 7 advised in return.

"I'll only die faster if I leave the bloody restaurant."

He doesn't have a home like these natives, and now he is still worrying about where to go after using his sick leave note.

"If you want, you can come work in my board game store."

Player 7 said.

"So you are the boss here."

Liu Zheng was surprised.

It’s over, and the yellow-haired team adds another point.

"That's not the case. I can't afford to open a board game hall as big as 'Red Witch'. I plan to open a small board game hall first."

Player 7 said.

"So you came here to plagiarize."

Liu Zheng said with contempt.

Doesn't this witch statue even chop him? Isn't the G-spot too weird?

"You can't say it's plagiarism, it's not like I'm planning to do the same thing as Red Witch. I'm planning to compete with differentiation."

Player 7 argued.

“What is differentiated competition?”

"Have you heard of the chess of regicide?"

Player 7 asked.

"No."

"I guess you didn't either. This is a recently released board game, and there are no more than ten people in the city who know how to play it. I only got it through a lot of connections."

Player No. 7 said with a hint of complacency.

"Are you stupid? There are so few people who know how to play. How do you make money?"

Since they are opponents, Liu Zheng didn't speak politely.

"Don't worry, the rules are not complicated and it's very magical. Anyone who plays it once will fall in love with it."

Player 7 said.

"Why doesn't the 'Red Witch Lady' board game hall sell such an awesome board game?"

Liu Zheng questioned.

"Because they were afraid of getting in trouble with the city hall, and I happened to have the corresponding connections."

"Is it necessary for a board game?"

"Of course it wouldn't be the case if it was any other board game, but this board game came from the Chaos Club."

Player No. 7 smiled mysteriously.

"Depend on."

Why is that ghost place everywhere?

If it came from the Chaos Club, it wouldn't be surprising if it had some demonic qualities.

After all, wine contaminated by it can make people feel ecstatic.

"Have you heard of 'Chaos Club'?"

This time it was player No. 7's turn to be surprised.

"Listen a little."

Not only had he heard of it, he even had its membership card in his system space.

"Yeah, that's right. After all, he's the delivery man from the Bloody Restaurant."

"How about you work with me? Although the benefits are not as good as those in the Bloody Restaurant, the salary will definitely be higher. Besides, the Ama will also come when the time comes."

Player 7 tempted.

"No, I'm doing fine in the restaurant."

Liu Zheng refused.

He didn't believe that this kid had any good intentions.

Either you are greedy for his body or you are greedy for his brain.

People who often laugh at programmers know that as long as a BUG can run, it should not be fixed.

Although the bloody restaurant was full of dangers, at least he had a general understanding of the rules and was familiar with the people.

Changing place and starting over may be an opportunity, but the greater possibility is failure.

Moreover, many of Liu Zheng’s future plans will also rely on his identity as a restaurant employee to be implemented.

"Okay. So what do you want to compete in? If you don't tell me, I'm going to take the Ama away."

Player 7 said.

"That's it."

When Liu Zheng heard the name of the mermaid, a flash of lightning suddenly came to his mind.

"Let's go fishing!"

Chapter 100: People Can’t Stand Still Without Madness

"no!"

This time it was the Ama who spoke out in refusal.

She looked at Liu Zheng, and all the admiration in her eyes turned into hostility.

"Who on earth sent you?"

She asked coldly.

"Is it important?"

"It's important. It determines whether I ask you to get out or throw you into the crucible."

Something was rolling rapidly under the haenyeo's clothes, as if it was about to burst out of the clothes.

"Well, I was sent by the fisherman."

Liu Zheng said frankly.

"I knew it was that old guy."

The Ama sneered.

"What did he promise you? A fish, a bag of bait, or a fishing rod?"

She pressed.

"He promised a father's thanks."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and said.

"Father's thanks? Hahahaha!!!"

The haenyeo laughed loudly and falsely when she heard his words.

"Does he know what a father is? What father would send his daughter's mother to a garbage disposal plant?"