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Chapter 92

Wright is the ninth seat who has been baptized by the God of Time. He is an authentic native of country M, but he was selected into the game on the territory of country Y. Perhaps it is due to the adventurous spirit in his bones. He is not afraid of loathing the Killer game. Instead, relying on his special talent in time, he got along well.

This is the last dungeon he will face. If he can win this championship, he will be able to return to reality with his special ability; Live as a mortal.

Being able to sit in the twelfth seat, Wright is of course aware of the silk entangled on his body, but in his eyes, these small restraints are not a big deal, as long as he spends most of his time being himself, he will always be himself. It is possible to find a solution to these problems.

I just heard that a particularly mysterious Eastern Last Seat popped up this time. Turning on the front camera of the phone, Wright frowned imperceptibly. It has been less than a week since he entered the dungeon, and many people he is familiar with have lost contact.

Son of God, what is the origin of this oriental doll?

A series of colorful bullet screens flashing across the screen gradually brought back Wright's wandering thoughts. His identity in this dungeon is a popular dark web anchor, and he is also a vampire and werewolf hunter. Bounty Hunter.

The process of hunting dark creatures is the best live content.

Although there are all kinds of special creatures living in this strange city, most of the population is still the most ordinary ordinary people. For those "heterogeneous" with extraordinary abilities and aggressiveness, the citizens are more or less surviving. A little bit of thinking that the hearts of people who are not of our race must be different.

Because of Xiao Jiujiu, who can't explain it clearly, Wright's live broadcast room is very popular on the dark web. Almost tens of thousands of viewers came to watch it almost as soon as he opened the live broadcast room.

Players usually have limited range of activities, but they have no such worries when using the Internet. Wright is very satisfied with his current popularity. He is usually the type of person who likes to be sought after by others. The identity of this body is just right. Satisfied his little vanity.

Apart from being imprisoned in the ability to stop time, there is nothing dissatisfied with "Wright" in this world, and after inquiring about some news by relying on his identity as a bounty hunter, Wright found that he was different from other players .

Because he was not restrained.

Perhaps because of the particularity of the time ability, Wright was simply sealed. As for the original light ability of this identity, not only did it not cause any damage to his body, but it was also under his control like an arm.

Thanking himself for being favored by the God of Time, Wright whistled and began to respond to various barrages on the screen familiarly.

The list he accepted today was a vampire living in a suburban castle. Originally, that guy was not well-known in the underground world of City H, but for some reason, the castle suddenly became clean recently, and the courtyard was full of flowers. The priest of the church went there privately and concluded that the evil master of the castle had awakened from his long sleep, so he specially invited him, a famous bounty hunter, to take action.

Too much fame is also troublesome. Wright checked the holy water and silver bullets on his body, gulped down the last half glass of vodka and left the bar. He basically guessed that the "demon" who suddenly woke up would be a player, otherwise he would not I would happily accept the church's reward offer.

Vampires... are probably the players of the God of Life. As long as they don't meet the Oriental Doll and the strange man with a ruler on his back, it's much better than facing the madmen who killed the darkness in the war.

Leaving the noisy and brightly lit bar behind, Wright rejected a drunken blonde who was lounging in his arms, and went to the alley behind the bar alone.

Even if bounty hunters don't need to deliberately hide their identities like killers, Wright is still very careful when he does it. He has processed IP addresses and voices during the live broadcast on the dark web, and covered some facial features with various stickers. Enmity, he also has plenty of time to deal with it.

As for the bar where he just stayed, he already knew that there were only two broken cameras there.

According to the navigation on the special watch, Wright explained the disassembly of the gun to the audience in the live broadcast room in a low voice while filling the silver bullet. A new audience member curiously mentioned holy water, Wright glanced at it and answered it tirelessly. Said: "It's the mineral water blessed with prayers by the bishop of the church. To be honest, I really don't know why those guys are so afraid of it."

"Maybe it's light and darkness." Haha smiled and put down his pistol|gun, Wright made a small joke, "You know, every time those dark creatures encounter holy water, they look like aliens melted by sulfuric acid."

But this time, not many people responded to Wright's humor in the live broadcast room. Instead, white bullet screens flashed quickly——

"Don't you think the moon over the anchor is really too big?"

moon?Wright raised his head subconsciously, and sure enough, he saw the abnormally large moon in the sky. It was so bright, as if as long as Wright stretched out his hand, he could approach it to grab a handful of the freshest moonlight.

However, Wright couldn't appreciate the moonlight at this time. He professionally adjusted the camera and put it in his pocket, looking at the figure under the moon like a bowstring.

It was a young man in a black tuxedo—or a young man. He was not short in stature, but overall he was a little thin. Oriental faces were always very deceptive, so Wright couldn't accurately judge the other party for a while. age.

But the other party must be a vampire, Wright told himself in his heart, look at that pale complexion and red lips, even in the dilapidated alley behind the bar, he felt that a meandering flower was blooming at the other party's feet .

No wonder there are always so many men and women begging for vampires in underground bars. Wright smacked his lips as if sighing. If vampires can have the beauty of this kid, he doesn't mind having sex with so-called dark creatures.

Just when the thought of "a few shots" flashed in Wright's mind, he suddenly felt a murderous aura that he couldn't tell where it came from, and the hairs on his back stood on end. Wright, who looked down on the young man because of his appearance, looked down and finally completely Get serious.

"Stand there and don't move." Resolutely raised the pistol in his hand|gun, Wright pretended to threaten, but secretly crushed the glass bottle containing the holy water with his empty left hand.

There was no response, and Wright was not sure if he saw a smile on the corner of the boy's mouth. Powerlessness and fear enveloped the tall and strong man in an instant. Wright shook his left hand and used his strongest hand without thinking. The move was wrapped in holy water and shot out.

"Shh."

The counterattack came silently, and Wright couldn't even catch the boy's figure, and a white and slender left hand gently blocked the muzzle of his gun.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." The boy smiled apologetically, but his hoarse voice was as touching as a sea monster.

The delicate and charming lips opened and closed like flowers, but what came out of his nostrils was an extremely fresh scent of soap. Before Wright recovered from this contradictory beauty, he felt a piercing pain.

His left hand was broken.

The holy water that had lost its energy envelope dripped from the air, but the young man bent down and gently picked it up. The holy water condensed pure power of light, so that it still shone slightly in the dark.

But it didn't hurt the young man in front of him, who was obviously a dark creature, it walked tamely between the young man's fingers, lively and nimble as if it was a little beast seeing its master.

Between the power of light and the black-haired yellow race, Wright blurted out: "Oriental doll!"

The Son of God who killed many people.

The absolute predicament seemed to trigger Wright's potential. His head was about to explode, and his blood boiled in his body. The long-lost power of time appeared in Wright's body. He opened his mouth and quickly spread out his home field: "Stop."

Time stopped at this moment, whether it was the audience discussing wildly with their mobile phones in the live broadcast room, or the carnival crowd in the bar not far away, everyone stopped their actions at this moment, maintaining all kinds of funny and ridiculous action.

But the boy didn't stop.

He stepped on the moonlight, stepping on the time limit step by step towards his prey.

Cold sweat slid down his temples for nothing, and Wright wanted to tremble, but his body was out of his control at all.

For the first time, the static rules inherited from the God of Time have reversely acted on Wright himself.

"This is repaying the other's body in the same way." Tilting his head, the young man lowered his hands to cover Wright's eyes, "Good night, have a good dream."

"To be honest, I really don't like the name Oriental Doll..."

As if talking to someone he couldn't see, the boy suddenly complained in a friendly tone, but Wright didn't have time to think so much, his consciousness had already fallen into chaos.

It's like slowly sinking into a sea of ​​black and white.

"Snapped."

The mobile phone that was dropped by the owner fell to the ground, but still dutifully performed his video recording task, Baitang, who knocked people into the field, clapped his hands, bent down and picked up the mobile phone that was still in operation .

"Goodbye." Ignoring the frenzied barrage on the interface, Baitang pressed the power off button relentlessly, "This strange and inclusive world."

hiss-

Like an electric sound and something being torn apart, the boy disappeared into the boundless darkness together with the red-eyed man who suddenly appeared behind him.

hiss-

The huge virtual light screen suddenly flickered and there was no signal. The players in the Rose Tavern were stunned at first, and then burst into waves of cheers.

The rebels of the gods won.

Because Wright, was the last player with a seat.

The author has something to say: Why are the other players happy? Because Tangtang and the gods are not on the same side. Tangtang doesn’t treat other players as toys. If he wins, they don’t have to die.

The rest of the seats are not dead, Tangtang is just knocked out and recovered~

Comparing hearts every day, okay!