Starting from Douluo, the draw of all realms begins

hiss--

As the name unfolded, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded and stared at the result in surprise.

There is a [-] in [-] chance that they will actually happen to you? !

Lin Feng was not surprised. His purple magic eyes flashed and he looked uncertainly in the direction of the rostrum.

Not a coincidence!

Absolutely not!

Although the Star Luo Empire referee on the field pretended to be surprised, his slow movements were obviously not his first instinctive reaction.

There is also a problem with the Tiandou Empire’s referee’s demeanor.

The most important thing is Daming, his leisurely and contented look, the presence of the old god, does not look like he has drawn a powerful enemy in advance.

The only possibility is——

"The results of the lottery have been arranged long ago."

Lin Feng murmured softly, but the exact same words came to his ears.

His eyes widened immediately, and he looked to the side and saw a pair of eyes that were as surprised as him.

It belongs to Qian Renxue.

"You guessed it too?"

Lin Feng was a little surprised. His judgment was based on the strength of the Purple Demon Eyes. Qian Renxue did not have eye skills. How did she see that there was something fishy about the lottery on the court?

"It's not difficult to guess." Qian Renxue chuckled. Looking at Lin Feng's surprised expression, she felt a little funny and said softly: "According to game theory, Team Spark's winning rate against any other team is almost [-]%. Among them Including the Imperial Battle Team.”

Having said this, Lin Feng suddenly understood and nodded.

"So, Star Luo Team, which we eliminated, did not want us to go far and replaced our signature. In order not to face Star Fire Team in advance and keep the top three position, Royal Dou Team also followed Star Luo and acquiesced to this move. Under the deception between the two major forces, Wuhundian, who was already immersed in the sadness of eliminating them, naturally had no energy to pay attention to it. "

Clap clap clap.

A smile as clear as jasmine bloomed on Qian Renxue's face, and she applauded: "As expected of you, your analysis is right. Yes, this is what I think."

Lin Feng also nodded and looked away.

Very clear logic, and it seems like there's nothing wrong with it.

But he always felt something was wrong.

Does Xing Luo need to spend so much effort to take revenge on a team that eliminated him?

Looking at the peaceful King Dai Tian in the Supreme Box, Lin Feng shook his head, hoping that he was overthinking.

……

On the other side, the drawing ceremony on the rostrum has come to an end.

Under the eyes of everyone expecting him, Daming slowly stepped off the ring, walked out of the Great Soul Fighting Arena, and walked out of the center of Tiandou City.

Step into the shadows.

He walked through a long and deep passage, and his figure seemed to be covered by a veil of darkness in the dark environment, making it look particularly gloomy.

He walked for a long time without stopping, until he encountered something like a mechanism and made a sound, then he cleared his throat and spoke in a strange voice.

"Is it all arranged?"

The tearing and hoarse voice came from Daming's mouth leisurely. It didn't sound like a normal human language at all. Instead, it sounded like a rat had chewed off half of its trachea and then desperately exhaled the little energy it had from its lungs. Last words.

In order to master this pronunciation method, Daming studied for a long time.

"Everything is ready, just waiting for tomorrow."

A heartbreaking sound came from the deep passage.

This voice was even stranger and more unpleasant than Daming's.

It's like using long nails to draw a track on a rusty can, and then repeatedly rubbing and tapping on the track, which is so harsh that it makes your brain explode.

Obviously, the identity of the person hidden in the passage cannot be seen in the light.

"Speaking of which, I'm really curious." Hearing this voice, Daming showed a somewhat puzzled look on his face, and said slowly: "We clearly agreed to wait until the finals before taking action, why did we suddenly change our plan and choose tomorrow?" ?”

Originally, he and Er Ming didn't care about this.

Their original plan was to go all the way and fight a bloody path.

But that person came to them and arranged everything. Why did he suddenly change his mind on the eve of the final?

This puzzled the simple Ming Dynasty.

"Because I can't wait any longer."

The man's voice was still as ugly as a dark crow's cry, but Daming could clearly feel a trace of emotional fluctuations.

He couldn't even hide the deep and twisted hatred with his voice!

"he died."

"I died for my mistress."

"So, even if it is a day, a minute, or a second, I can't wait any longer."

The tearing sound seemed to tear out the heart, and he shouted sternly with a terrifying aura that even Daming found creepy.

This sound echoed in the passage for a long time, and even the rats and cockroaches in the sewer dared not come out to look for food.

……

The sky was covered in blood, and the dark crows were gliding between the branches of the trees with broken arms and limbs in their mouths.

A glass of poignant red liquid was shaken twice in the delicate glass, solidifying into a red color that was more pure than blood.

The next second, the amber-like red liquid poured into those two pale red lips.

The ultimate pleasure.

There was a look of enjoyment on the man's face.

For so many years in the Killing City, only when he killed people and drank Bloody Mary did his empty heart temporarily feel a sense of happiness.

He couldn't remember what happened before. It seemed that those things were important, but here, they weren't important anymore.

There's just killing to be had here, and Bloody Mary, that's all.

The man turned on the soul gramophone on the table and played a quiet and elegant dance music.

He began to twist his body to the dance music.

With a flicker, a twist, and an awkward movement, the man's eyes coincidentally stopped on a conch.

It has an impression, as if it is something important to me.

The man swayed his body and walked over, gently picking up the conch, and vague memories came to his mind.

"You must...remember me..."

"Someday...if I go to land...this conch...will play..."

"At that time...if you were not married...if I was not married...we would..."

The man suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain, and the red light like Shura appeared in front of his eyes again.

He forgot the memory that must not be forgotten.

He lost the person who must not be lost.

At this point, can't he even have the last trace of nostalgia?

The man struggled painfully and bit his lip. There was still Bloody Mary mixed with the blood on his lips, flowing on the ground like a gurgling stream.

It's been a long time.

The man stopped moving.

He lay unconscious on the ground, with countless scarlet marks appearing on his forehead, as if something extremely important about him was sealed inside.

At this moment, there were several knocks on the man's door.

"Your Excellency, King of Slaughter, may I ask... what should we do with that six or seven-year-old kid who just entered the Slaughter City and won ten consecutive victories?"

The voice outside the door was humble and fearful.

The man inside the door was in a state of confusion and his brain was filled with nothingness.

Toot—toot toot—

Only the conches on the ground, for the first time in decades...

A faint melody was played.

PS: The past two days were not very good, and both quality and quantity have dropped. I apologize to my book friends, but I will pay close attention to quantity and quality in the future. An exciting plot is about to unfold, and I am very excited.

PPS: I haven’t asked for monthly tickets for a long time. Brothers, how about two?