I died on the first day of the game

Six fifty-three.

Before the fifth game of kings begins.

Everyone was silently calculating the date in their hearts. This time, after two more days, they had better be lucky enough not to be drawn, and then they would be able to pass the game.

"That... thank you."

A thin shadow covered the light in front of Yi Mian, and spoke to him weakly.

It was Bei Haiming, Yi Mian took a look at him unexpectedly: "You don't need to thank me, I didn't help you."

He just wanted to add trouble to Wang Zhilun, Bei Haiming was able to take the opportunity to escape because of his own wit.

Bei Haiming insisted unexpectedly: "No, I still want to thank you."

Not only did he create opportunities for him to get out of trouble, but he did not ignore Wang Zhilun's slight fear when the opponent appeared, which made him realize that the villain in front of him was not a strong man, and gave him the courage to resist.

"Okay." Yi Mian waved her hand, her tone casual, "You're welcome."

Bei Haiming returned to his seat, and looked enviously at the black-haired young man.The other party leaned on the sofa with a leisurely posture, as if he didn't care about the deadly game that followed.

Is this the strong one?He couldn't help but feel a surge of enthusiasm from the bottom of his heart. He also wanted to reach the height of the other party, be as strong as the other party, so that others would not dare to bully, or even fear.

Yi Mian had no idea what the young man who came to thank him was thinking, but wondered why it was so quiet around him today.

Jiang Su hasn't come back yet.

A few minutes before seven o'clock, the curly-haired young man walked in slowly from the door.

He walked to Yi Mian's side, sat down in no hurry, pretended to cough a few times, straightened his collar: "Did you notice that I am different today than usual?"

Yi Mian didn't raise her head: "Did you get your nails done or your hair permed?"

Jiang Su's face froze: "? Are you serious?!"

Yi Mian: "I thought this was the standard answer to this kind of question."

"...Forget it, pretend I didn't ask." Jiang Su rubbed his face back, and smiled again, "I! I am today's king, king!"

"I'm the king!"

The smile on his face was malicious.

Yi Mian suddenly became curious: "What task did you choose?"

Jiang Suhui's smile widened: "I found a mission that won't kill people, and it's super interesting."

"The king's order this time is—please tell the king of the previous four days the mission he issued when he was king! Reminder: No. [-] survivor Yan Ruyue, No. [-] survivor Li Hao, No. [-] survivor Meng Shuomin, please three People start the task."

The crowd was in an uproar.

This is indeed an extremely simple task, but the human heart is far more complicated than the game.

Wang Ming rolled up his sleeves and said angrily to Meng Shuomin: "Damn, I finally know which bitch arranged tasks for me while I was injured!"

Meng Shuomin nodded in agreement, but slowly slipped his hands from his clothes, and put them into his pockets pretending to be casual.

The long-haired woman who had been confronting Duan Xiaoqin and Gan Yong stood up and brushed her hair. Before she could speak, she was interrupted by a sharp female voice.

"You really are! You really are Yan Ruyue! You are not dead?!"

Duan Xiaoqin screamed in shock, raised and lowered her fingers, trembling in mid-air like a cramp.

"If I'm dead, how do you think you are showing affection now?" Yan Ruyue smiled brightly, very gorgeous.

Although this name was deliberately forgotten by Gan Yong, the five-year memory cannot escape, about his first wife, Yan Ruyue.

In his memory, Yan Ruyue had always been wearing old clothes, with a sallow complexion, half-length hair tied up behind her neck, with a humble look, never daring to disobey him.

When we first started dating, she was once charming, but I can't remember it anymore.

The more Yan Ruyue cared about him, the more he disliked him, so after he and Duan Xiaoqin's extramarital affairs were exposed, they killed each other on impulse.

Another five years have passed since he entered the game.

"...You, are you really Kisaragi?"

Gan Yong seemed to have never known the woman in front of him before, he opened his mouth and asked with difficulty for a while.

Yan Ruyue frowned: "Don't call me so disgusting."

Duan Xiaoqin thought more: "So, the task on the first day is that you are targeting us specifically?!"

Yan Ruyue smiled and said, "Yeah, thanks to me, do you feel this man's 'good' now?"

"...You! No, why didn't you die?!"

Duan Xiaoqin refused to accept this fact.

"Alas, I should have died. Who told World No. [-] to give me a chance for revenge?" The woman sighed with a smile, pretending to be helpless.

She accidentally discovered the "sports" video of him and his little lover on Gan Yong's mobile phone back then. She broke down in despair and questioned the other party frantically, and then her consciousness stayed forever at the moment when the man's hand grabbed her neck.

Later, he somehow woke up in World No. [-] and became a free citizen. After participating in a few games, he realized how ridiculous he used to be around men.

"Kisara, I..."

Gan Yong's lips twitched, as if he wanted to explain something.

"Gan Yong! You, what do you have to say to her?! She's here to take revenge on us!" After all, they have been together for five years, and Duan Xiaoqin could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his eyes.

"you shut up!"

Gan Yong scolded Duan Xiaoqin just like scolding Yan Ruyue back then.

Duan Xiaoqin could bear the men beating and scolding her behind closed doors, but now her eyes were red: "You actually scolded me for her... for a dead man?!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha! You really didn't disappoint me, this time it's not a loss!" Watching the two quarreling, Yan Ruyue kept clapping her hands, laughing until she was in tears, as if there was some interesting performance in front of her. .

Jiang Suhui has always liked to participate in this kind of gossip story: "The original partner transformed and returned for revenge! Great! No. [-] sister stabbed them to death!"

Yan Ruyue gracefully wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled slightly: "I won't get my hands dirty for these two people. Anyway, the task for the first day is assigned by me, please be the next one."

She made a gesture of invitation, and slowly sat back on the sofa.

Li Hao glanced at Wang Ming secretly, and whispered, "The next day... the next day is me."

He never thought that there would be such an order, and the mission he chose couldn't kill anyone, so if he had known, he would have pointed at the two weak people!

Sure enough, Wang Ming looked at him angrily, as if he was about to hit someone.

Li Hao quickly explained again: "No, no, little brother, I just chose a fighting mission at random. It's the easiest thing in it!!"

"Of course, I didn't expect this little brother to be slightly better. I'm really a casual candidate!" He didn't forget to blow a wave at Yi Mian.

Wang Ming didn't really want to beat him up, he still had to save his strength to teach that bitch who made him hurt and fight with others.

There was an eerie silence for a moment.

Meng Shuomin spoke slowly.

"The king of the third day is me."

Wang Ming stared dumbfounded at the person beside him, the man whom he respectfully called his elder brother and said he would take him through the customs.

Betrayal, doubt and anger, all kinds of emotions were intertwined and pounded his brain, and he could even hear others secretly laughing at himself.

With blood surging, he raised his fist violently.

There was a sharp bang.

The short and strong young man fell limply to the ground. Meng Shuomin held the barrel of the gun calmly, his knuckles turned white from the force.

"Sorry, if you want to blame it, you can blame today's king."

His unapologetic voice hangs in the air.

Wang Ming collapsed on the ground, obviously out of breath.

They were no longer newcomers to the game, and no one commented on it. Even Bei Haiming just lowered his head and stopped looking over there.

Meng Shuomin looked at Yi Mian, and continued, "I am also the king of the fourth day."

Yi Mian nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.

He probably guessed it too, and the king would have someone else if he wasn't the other party, and he wasn't Wang Ming, so he didn't have any habit of beating people up in public.

Jiang Suhui was very interested: "Huh? Why are you so European? Do you have any tricks, brother, please share?"

Meng Shuomin really thought about it: "Probably my weapon gave me good luck. I always hold it before the flop."

"It's not necessary, it's really not necessary." Jiang Su retracted his body and muttered in a low voice, "Don't hint, okay? Who would think of him now."

Upon hearing this, Yi Mian slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

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