This Damned Thirst for Survival

The name "Wilton" was inferred by Jiang Luo from the mouths of the three ladies.

In such an occasion where the rich are all masked, the name of the rich man on the stage is called out, which is equivalent to being stripped of the protective cover of anonymity.Wilton was terrified, but he didn't remember knowing such a person.

"who are you?"

Jiang Luo took a step forward, and the light and shadow cast a shadow on him.Instead of answering the question, he unceremoniously began to belittle everything about the prom.

"It's boring."

"tedious."

"I originally thought that the games here would be very different. Who knew it would be the same as the ones outside. It's vulgar, routine, and not exciting." Jiang Luo turned his head to look at the rich people behind him, "Do you think it's interesting?"

The rich people also had clear and boring expressions on their faces. They spread their hands and told Jiang Luo the answer.

The uninteresting accusations from the rich bothered Wilton more than the protests from the poor.He clenched his fists, furious.All eyes were on the black-haired young man standing in the front, waiting for him to say the rest.

"Since the game is so boring, let's change some rules and make it more interesting," Jiang Luo changed his voice, "The first rule of the ball is 'you can't refuse other people's request to view the card', as long as you slightly Add a few words and the game becomes more fun."

"For example," he raised his lips, "before looking at other people's cards, you must first guess the identity of this person."

"If you guess wrong, you will be automatically reduced to slave status."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the ballroom.

The rich man's first reaction was to disagree, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt that it was not impossible.

There were secret discussions among them.

"This way is indeed more exciting than before."

"Who is this person? His brain is really flexible. Increasing the fun of the game is only the most superficial layer. His change of this rule seems to make the rich dangerous, but in fact he is just appeasing the common people. We are all master cards. There will be no rewards for the common people who guess our identity correctly. Most of the common people are slaves, and very few of them are masters, so it is almost impossible for us to guess wrong."

"Of course we have nothing to lose. It's not our people who made this suggestion."

"I agree with this. After all, I'm also afraid that those poor people will make a big fuss. Although it doesn't hinder anything, it's a trouble after all."

"I like giving hope to civilians and shattering it."

The voices of the common people are louder than those of the rich.

Although this rule change has little effect on them, the game is inherently unfair, and they have no guts to challenge the authority of the rich.Now that there is hope, it is better than before.

Wen Renlian tentatively said to a young man wearing glasses: "Such a change is still unfair. Rich people rarely give wrong answers."

"Not necessarily, didn't a commoner draw the master card before?" Four-eyed boy's eyes flickered, he didn't want to talk about this too risky topic, "I think this change is very good, at least we are already slave cards. If you don’t go anywhere, those rich people will be miserable. Besides, the people who participated in the ball are all willing to come, they are willing to come for money, what do you care about so much.”

Wen Renlian frowned, and suddenly pulled his arm, "Why don't we protest again, the rich may even get more refunds."

Four-eyed boy desperately broke free from his hand, "Are you crazy! Have you forgotten the death exemption agreement we signed when we boarded the boat? You want to die but I don't want to die. I finally got the courage to go to the dance and earn more A sum of money, and I want to go back alive to receive my bonus!"

After knocking off Wen Renlian's hand, he let out a "bah" and buried himself in the crowd, "Unlucky."

Wen Renlian withdrew his hand, "Death exemption agreement... bonus..."

He looked at the dividing line between the rich and the commoner with complicated eyes.

When he first came to the ball, Wen Renlian wondered why so many poor people attended the ball.

For the poor, money can sometimes buy lives.

It is also possible to buy dignity and qualifications as a "human being".

Everyone acquiesced to Jiang Luo's change of rules, but Mr. Wilton on the stage shouted sullenly, "I don't agree!"

Jiang Luo looked at him with no emotion in his eyes, and suddenly strode forward and walked onto the stage from the side. The waiter who had stopped the young woman's husband before did not stop Jiang Luo this time.Jiang Luo went up and pulled the young woman up and pushed her off the stage, approaching Wilton's side.

The tall black-haired young man held the microphone with one hand, leaned gracefully into the ugly rich man's ear and said, "Mr. Wilton, you should open your eyes and see the way those poor people look at you."

"They already know how unequal this game is." Jiang Luo laughed, and the danger in his tone pierced the rich man's mind like a needle, "This boat is full of poor people, and there are too many ants to kill an elephant. You It would bother us if we got bitten all over by ants."

Wilton's pupils constricted, and he heard the black-haired young man in front of him say, "Don't trouble us, do you understand?"

After speaking, Jiang Luo took a step back, took one last look at Wilton, and walked down from the side of the stage.

Wilton was still in a daze, but he suddenly felt an extreme sense of danger.

His back was chilling, and his whole body was stiff. Wilton followed the terrifying gaze, and saw a man with dark blond hair leaning against the pillar and staring at him with a half-smile.

After a while, Wilton suddenly ran down from the stage madly, laughing and knocking away the crowd all the way to the outside of the ballroom.

"Crazy..." The person who was hit by him turned his head and cursed.

Seeing that no one raised any objections, Jiang Luo waved to the waiter and whispered a few words.The waiter came to the stage and announced the new rules, "Who has any objection to the new rules of the game proposed by this gentleman?"

The waiter waited, and no one objected within 1 minute. He continued: "From now on, if you want to check other people's cards, you must guess their identity. If you guess wrong, you will automatically become a slave." Status—whether rich or commoner.”

The dance music started again.

The stage was empty, and there was no second pair of masters and slaves on stage.Even though the rich know they have an advantage, they still don't take the lead easily.

Their eyes moved on the faces of the civilians, and someone suddenly remembered, "Who was the civilian who drew the master card before?"

Soon, someone pointed to Lu You and said, "It's the master card he drew. Don't ask him about his identity."

They remembered Lu Yi's appearance, and tacitly prepared to avoid this civilian.

Behind the crowd, the first officer standing in the shadows suddenly laughed out loud, "What a clever idea."

Such a decision made others subconsciously ignore Jiang Luo.

The slaves would not take the initiative to ask Jiang Luo's identity, and the rich also set their sights on the common people.Even with the slave card, Jiang Luo was still extremely safe.But if the rules are not changed, no matter how aggressive Jiang Luo is, maybe there will be lustful rich people who want to check his cards. Anyway, checking the cards will not cause any loss. If such a long-haired beauty What about the rare draw of the slave card?

But with the condition that "if you guess wrong, you will be reduced to a slave card", those people who are about to make a move no longer dare to take the risk to attack Jiang Luo.

It seems to be for other civilians, but in fact it is just for their own safety, and at the same time fooling the group of stupid rich people.

Chi You raised his lips, but his evil taste suddenly became stronger.

He got up from the pillar and walked towards the dance floor.

The sound of leather shoes hitting the floor was crisp, accompanied by a melodious accompaniment.

When Chi You first entered the crowd, Jiang Luo seemed to be aware of it from a distance of tens of meters away. His eyes passed through the crowd and precisely cast on Chi You.

Light-colored eyes meet dark blue eyes.

Jiang Luo's expression was calm, and the black feathers swept past his ears.The mask was placed above the bridge of the nose, and the lower half of the face was completely white by contrast.The appearance of standing there quietly waiting for the evil spirit to come, seemed to be the end of a feast.

All the crowd becomes false and faded in this instant.The noisy voice disappeared, and the distance between the pure black mask and the pure white mask became closer and closer, "Du, du, du", the sound of leather shoes became clearer and clearer.

Finally, the evil spirit came in front of the human beings.

Two equally handsome, slender, and extremely attractive men confronted each other.

Their confrontation attracted many onlookers.

Neither Jiang Luo nor Chi You spoke first. In the end, the evil ghost spoke first. He said with a low smile, "Mr. Zhong, I have to say that the new rules of the game you proposed are extremely interesting."

"Thank you," the black-haired young man nodded without any change in expression, "The first mate can go and play with someone else."

First officer: "But in the entire ballroom, only you can arouse my interest in participating in the game."

Jiang Luo raised his eyelids and looked at him, "Thank you for your respect."

Although the tone was neither salty nor light, Chi You felt that he was being ridiculed.Jiang Luo always treated him like this, but the more tenacious and unyielding he was, the stronger the evil spirit's desire to destroy, and the more he wanted him to show an angry and desperate expression again.

It is best to have red eyes and red lips, struggling and sinking into the quagmire.

The evil ghost was a little careless: "Anyone who looks at it will look like you are holding a deck of master cards."

Jiang Luo looked at him quietly, the black-haired youth's performance was flawless.He didn't show a trace of timidity, under the superficial relaxation, his muscles were so tense that they could attack at any time.If the evil ghost hadn't seen it himself, he would never have guessed that he was drawing a slave card.

The evil ghost smiled and said deliberately: "But unfortunately, I want to do the opposite."

There was nowhere to hide the joy in him, the mixture of evil and excitement, even the onlookers could see that he had something wrong in his heart, let alone Jiang Luo who was facing him.

Under Jiang Luo's calm expression, the evil ghost raised his voice, "I guess your card is a slave card."

"Slave card?"

The people around couldn't believe it, "Impossible, how could this person be a slave."

"I bet he's definitely the master card. Is this white masked man trying to become a slave on purpose?"

Amidst the doubts, the evil spirit became even more emotional. He hummed a song and asked, "Is it?"

Jiang Luo subconsciously glanced at the master-slave performance stage from the corner of his eye, and a trace of irritability flashed in his eyes.He turned his head and looked deeply at the evil spirit again, with a dangerous tone in his tone: "Are you sure? I'll give you a chance to change your mind."

The evil ghost paused, faintly feeling some inexplicable violation.

The next moment, Jiang Luo raised his hand and lightly tapped the evil ghost's left chest. His fingers were lingering, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife. "Mr. Chief Mate, there are some things you have to think about before you say them."

He is threatening the evil spirit with the heart of the stone statue.

That subtle inconsistency was buried by this sentence, the evil ghost paused, bowed politely and said: "Thank you for your generosity, but I have confirmed my answer."

Jiang Luo paused, and slowly pulled out his own card from his breast pocket.

After staring at the pattern in the middle for a few seconds, he looked up at the evil ghost.

The evil ghost looked calm and calm, and his calm control of the overall situation seemed to confirm the outcome of the game.

The dark red lips of the black-haired young man slowly raised, higher and higher, revealing a strange smile.

He turned the card, and the golden crown on the white card shone like gold flakes under the light, shining brightly.

"Congratulations, mate."

He pinched the card with two fingers and handed it under the eyes of the evil ghost. Zhang Yang couldn't hide his smile anymore, "You have successfully reduced to the status of a slave."

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Luoluo: I'm in love with you

Devil: ...