National Games: Zhongli at the beginning, the sense of security is full

Just as Jiang Yuan started to speculate, he saw the number in the upper right corner change.

[Temporary contestants you are responsible for: 99 people]

[Temporary contestants you are responsible for: 98 people]

He froze and watched the numbers change with wide eyes.

[Temporary contestants you are responsible for: 100 people]

Temporary contestants can be resurrected. Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he thought of this.

Before he could completely relax, the numbers suddenly dropped by several.

[Temporary contestants you are responsible for: 95 people]

Jiang Yuan almost choked, so he took out a glass of water from his backpack and drank it down.

Even if he knew he could be resurrected, the familiar sight of jumping sideways repeatedly was still frightening and difficult to accept quickly.

"It looks so dangerous." Paimon sitting next to him commented. She was also startled just now.

Without seeing the barrage, they couldn't confirm what happened to the temporary contestants. They could only helplessly see the numbers constantly changing.

This situation inevitably makes people feel uneasy.

Jiang Yuan opened the mall panel, and sure enough, his friends were having conversations with the help of the communication bug he had discovered.

No, no, no, how can it be called a bug? Bugs need to be officially fixed. This kind of thing that has definitely been discovered but has not been modified should be called a game feature.

[Daochang Zhang’s Hair: How many contestants are you responsible for? 】

[Zhao Bingxia’s hair: 50, what’s wrong? Is it the same for you guys? 】

[Ruan Jiang’s hair: I have 80 hairs, but it suddenly dropped to 70 just now, which shocked me. 】

[Daochang Zhang’s fingernail chip: Did you really jump? Give me Kangkang! 】

[Ruan Jiang’s leg hair:? ? ? Is this the point? When we meet again, I will definitely beat you until you jump. 】

[Daochang Zhang’s chest hair: Just because you are the only one who defeats me? ridiculous! 】

[Zhao Bingxia’s Hair: Don’t you think the topic has gone astray? And what the hell are you putting on the shelves? Does anyone really care about chest and leg hair? 】

[Zhou Hu’s clothes fragments: The temporary contestants I am responsible for are 90. 】

[Xiao Songqing’s Ice Sculpture: Me Too (^_^)]

[Zhao Bingxia’s hair: finally a normal person...]

Jiang Yuan's first reaction, who was watching the conversation, was that it seemed that Zhao Bingxia's hair was quite thick.

Ruan Jiang and Zhang Daocheng, two people who quarreled through the mall when they had free time, may have found that their hair had become thinner, so they replaced it with other items.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but turn into a complainer like Zhao Bingxia.

"Fingernails and chest hair... they really do exist, and the sound of children's voices came out."

Paimon and Thunder Hammer, who were looking at the mall with Jiang Yuan, nodded in approval.

"Everyone has hair on their body..." Paimon was actually possessed by a sand sculpture and sang the song that he got at some time... Can it be regarded as a song?

"You sang very well, okay, don't sing anymore." Jiang Yuan immediately stopped Paimeng from continuing to sing, "Otherwise I will consider whether letting you play with your mobile phone is the right decision."

For the sake of his own source of happiness, Paimon obediently covered his mouth, blinking his big eyes and looking pitifully.

"Okay, I won't sing anymore. Jiang Yuan, do you want to talk to them?"

Jiang Yuan originally wanted to talk, but when he saw the conversation between Zhang Daocheng and Ruan Jiang going astray, he suddenly lost the idea of ​​talking to them.

Now that he saw Zhou Hu and Xiao Songqing appear, he came up with the idea of ​​​​conversation.

[Fruits picked by Jiang Yuan himself (really sweet this time): There are a hundred temporary contestants in my charge, and they have been declining since the beginning. Now they are 89 and 90. 】

His product was bought instantly as soon as it was put on the shelves.

[Zhang Daocheng’s leg hair:? ? ? 】

[Ruan Jiang’s saliva:! ! ! 】

[Zhao Bingxia’s hair:? ! ! Ruan Jiang, why is your saliva on the shelves? ! ! Disgusting! 】

[Xiao Songqing’s Ice Bowl Smoothie: It seems that among us, the person in charge of the most people is Brother Jiang. By the way, the fruit is really sweet. 】

[A strand of Zhou Hu’s hair: Come on. 】

[Zhang Daocheng's saliva: It turns out that it can really be put on the shelves, but my mouth is so dry, wait a minute, Brother Jiang, you are here! Brother Jiang, what did you just say? 】

[Ruan Jiang’s leg hair: I didn’t see clearly, Brother Jiang, do you want to put a fruit on the shelf and tell us again? I happen to be thirsty. 】

"..."

Jiang Yuan wanted to roll his eyes.

Isn't it true that Ruan Jiang is thirsty because of the saliva?

He felt that Zhao Bingxia was right, it was indeed a bit disgusting.

So much so that he silently lowered his hand that was hanging in the air, feeling that the mall panel was dirty.

"Smoothie! I want it!"

Paimon didn't care much about that, he was mainly attracted by the smoothies Xiao Songqing put on the shelves.

"If you want to eat, just buy it." Jiang Yuan waved his hand and handed the panel to Paimeng to play with.

[Zhang Daocheng’s leg hair: Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, are you still here, Brother Jiang? 】

[Ruan Jiang’s chest hair: Brother Jiang, why don’t you reply to us! 】

[Water created by Zhao Bingxia’s development of superpowers: Brother Jiang, I want to eat fruit, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooongg the water (the water is released and put on the shelf directly so you can taste it with confidence)]

[Zhang Daocheng’s leg hair: Did you create it with supernatural powers? Isn't it sweat? 】

[Zhao Bingxia’s hair: A beautiful woman like me won’t sweat, okay? It’s my newly developed ability. I’ve tasted it myself, and it’s no problem! 】

[Ruan Jiang’s fingernail chip: I don’t want to drink water, I just want to eat fruit. Is Brother Jiang here? Your loyal best friend is looking at you with longing eyes. 】

[A hair from Jiang Yuan: No, the fruits are all mine. The smoothie just now tastes good. Can Xiao Songqing have another bowl? 】

[Xiao Songqing’s Ice Bowl Smoothie: Paimon? 】

[Jiang Yuan’s golden hair: It’s me! 】

Jiang Yuan's scalp ached again and again, as Paimeng pulled two hairs in succession.

Seeing that Paimon was still reaching out to him, he narrowed his eyes and smiled in a threatening tone: "Don't you have any hair yourself?"

He looked like he was smiling, but everyone could see the danger in his tone.

Paimeng's hand paused: "But I don't know what to put on the shelf!"

"You can use your own hair," Jiang Yuan suggested, "or... the fruit in my backpack can also be used. Didn't Zhang Daocheng and the others say they want to eat it?"

"Ah, no, no," Pamon waved his hands quickly, "I don't need your hair, just use my own hair."

"Hey, I'd better keep those fruits for myself. I think my hair is still very thick, so there will be no problem after using it once or twice."

While Jiang Yuan and Paimon were talking, the two sand sculpture brothers over there had already put several products on the shelves. They used product notes to call for Jiang Yuan's response, making people worry that their leg and chest hair would be plucked out. , what are you going to put on the shelves now that it’s all gone?

And I don’t know who bought Jiang Yuan’s hair for one game coin. It’s really capricious with money.

[Paimon's Hair: The fruit is mine and will not be put on the shelves for you. Jiang Yuan handed over the panel to me to manage. He just showed a disgusted expression towards the panel. 】