Zong Jiu was still unwilling to give up.
He asked Xu Su and Xu Sen, "Are you sure you didn't leave any of the fruit from last time? Don't tell me you, a durian eater, will eat the peel? "
Xu Su looked like he was about to cry. "Brother Jiu, it's not that I'm littering, but I can't put the skin of the durian in my System Backpack, can I?"
Hearing this, Zong Jiu sighed faintly.
If he couldn't get the fruit he gave out in the Barren Village, then he could only come up with the worst possible answer.
Back in Las Vegas, the Demon had bowed down and said, "I like you very much," and handed over a rose with a smile. To avoid bloodshed, Zong Jiu had accepted the rose, but he still held a grudge. He had deliberately given it to the Dealer in Purple in front of everyone.
It had been so long, and Las Vegas had been closed forever. Where was he going to find the rose?
Zong Jiu suddenly remembered that Azan in Black had asked him for five apples, and his heart was rekindled.
But the next second, he remembered what happened to Azan in Black.
The puppet strings on Lin Guoxing's head were now tied to Azan's head.
All roads lead to Rome. Everyone had become a demon.
What was the difference between looking for Azan in Black and looking for the Demon himself?
He was so tired. On the other hand, he had drawn the King and accidentally clicked on the Messiah.
Almost as soon as the result came out, members of the Holy Cathedral came forward and respectfully presented their items.
The members of the Holy Cathedral were all supporters of the Messiah. Although the Messiah believed that everyone was equal, there was no doubt that the leader of the Holy Cathedral was the Messiah himself.
This order was a piece of cake for the Messiah, because he had helped too many people. Sometimes, when he met newbies who didn't have any special items, he would help them. He not only led them through the Instance Dungeon, but also gave them items. He was the number one philanthropist in the world. There were too many people who owed him a favor. Some of the old people who became rich later still had the items from back then. Messiah only needed to walk around casually to get the items required by the main system to be gifted to others. Without any effort, she handed in the command item on the spot.
[Level S trainee Messiah has completed the order. Reward received: Player's Blind Box Selection x 1]
[The time limit for the last round was three days...............
...
Following the system's prompt, the people around the gaming table got up and left.
The Dark Magus swept his thick black robes and disappeared in a flash.
The Exorcist was about to pull Tukumon over for a drink when he turned his head and saw that Zong Jiu was still sitting there. He couldn't help but feel puzzled.
"What's the matter? Don't you remember who you gave something to? "
When he asked this question, everyone's eyes focused on him.
The Messiah who had just handed in the mission also turned around with a concerned expression. "Do you need help?"
Help you my ass!
There were only three rounds of the King's Game. The first two rounds were bloody, but the third round changed everything. The order was so serious that it was out of place. Who would believe that the devil didn't do anything behind this?
Zong Jiu cursed in his heart.
Ever since he found out that the Messiah was the devil's puppet, he found the blond Saint to be a hypocrite.
However, Zong Jiu didn't want to reveal that he knew. Who knew if he could use it against No. 1 in the future?
The white-haired young man smiled hypocritically. "It's okay, I already have a clue."
Messiah still looked a little worried. "Alright then. If you need any help, you can call me at any time."
[Will there be any problems? Why does the Magician look like he's reluctant?]
[The main system rejected his request. That means he must have given something away.]
[Indeed. Usually, the relationship between the gifts won't be too bad. As long as it's a request from the King's Game, he'll die if he can't get it. Moreover, the Saint is willing to help him. Compared to the previous two orders, this is a free pass. Forget it.]
[Too bad there's no live stream after leaving the King's Game area. I'm curious who the Magician gave to make him so distressed.]
[Curious + 1]
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The people at the game table left. Zong Jiu wandered to the bar.
He found an NPC who looked like the manager of the open-air bar.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
Zong Jiu asked, "The special event Las Vegas is permanently closed. What about the Dealer NPCs? Are they working in the open-air bar or the trainee dormitory? "
The NPC looked troubled. "Sir, the NPCs are virtual employees of the main system. They'll be transferred after the event is closed. The Dealer from the last special event has returned to the main system. We're the ones who have undergone professional bar service training. If the event is closed this time, we'll return to the main system too. There's no way we can continue to exist. "
This was troublesome. Zong Jiu rubbed his hair in annoyance.
Behind him, Xu Su and Xu Sen followed like little tails. Other than the few of them, almost all the newbies from Zong Jiu's team from the previous Barren Village dungeon followed them eagerly.
After the game ended, Xu Sen immediately spent 500 points to heal his wound. His face was now rosy. Other than the large bloodstain on his chest, there were no other signs of him. No one would have guessed that he was the man who had broken his rib.
"What are you guys doing?"
Zong Jiu was still wondering if he had given anything away. He turned around and saw them following behind him.
Xu Su shouted, "One, two, three — —"
They shouted in unison, "Hello, Boss!"
"We didn't have time to thank Brother Jiu when we were in the dungeon last time. Today, we're here to thank Brother Jiu," Xu Sen quickly explained.
Zong Jiu glanced at them a few times, then suddenly went up to touch each of their heads.
Everyone stood there obediently and did not ask any questions. Zong Jiu did not know how to explain it for a while, so he waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay. If you have the time, you might as well play a few more rounds of King's Game to improve yourself."
"Yes! We'll work hard and live up to Brother Jiu's expectations! "
Xu Su saluted respectfully and led the others to the gaming area as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
Zong Jiu was confused.
Looking at the backs of these people, he wondered what these newcomers were thinking. After being betrayed by a mole, they still helped the mole count the money. Now, they even wanted to acknowledge him as their boss. This kind of weird thought process was completed without being tied with puppet strings. It was really confusing.
He stood there and watched for a while. He could only blame it on his charisma.
However, after being interrupted by Xu Su and the others, Zong Jiu remembered what he had given away.
Thus, he once again … knocked on Zhuge An's door.
Their last conversation didn't end on bad terms, but it couldn't be said that they had a pleasant conversation either.
However, Zhuge An had said that he would not be his enemy and would even assist him. In Zong Jiu's mind, he was like a dog-head strategist that he did not have to take responsibility for. It would be a waste not to use the help that came knocking on his door.
As expected, the door automatically slid open after he knocked on the door.
Zong Jiu once again swaggered into No.3's room under everyone's gaze.
After returning from the Instance Dungeon, Zhuge An disappeared. Not only did he not appear in the public area on the first floor, he did not even go to the King's Game area. He sat in his room every day and meditated for some unknown reason.
Seeing Zong Jiu come in, the black-haired man asked without opening his eyes or looking up, "What's the matter?"
Zong Jiu, "Can you give me back the drop of blood I gave you before?"
Zhuge An suddenly opened his eyes.
The pair of eyes that were as deep as an abyss stared straight at him. Under the dim light in the room, the edges of his eyes seemed to have a faint glaze color.
He stared at the white-haired man for a while and said coldly, "No."
Zhuge An wanted to reject him, but Zong Jiu could not do anything about it.
According to Zhuge An, the drop of blood was a deal between the two of them. He most likely used it to verify whether Zong Jiu was the person in the prophecy. Even if he was not, the deal had already been made and there was no reason to take it back.
In fact, what he said was nonsense. The truth was that he could not defeat Zhuge An.
Perhaps because he saw that the lord he had just pledged his loyalty to did not look well, Zhuge An showed a rare kindness and asked, "What happened?"
"Don't mention it." Zong Jiu said weakly, "The King's Game's order drew back an item that was once given away."
"The devil's rose?" Zhuge An hit the nail on the head.
Seeing the white-haired man nod, he pondered for a while, "No.1, that flower is a special item."
Special item?
Zong Jiu was a little surprised, "What's the use of a flower?"
"Maybe it will be covered in dew forever and will not wither?"
This joke was a little cold, especially when it came from Zhuge An's mouth.
Zong Jiu was speechless for a while, then he understood the crux of the matter, "Since it's a special item … wait."
The scene at the gambling table in the center of Las Vegas quickly flashed through his mind.
From lighting the cigarette and cheating to No.1's meaningful expression.
Zong Jiu realized the problem.
If he used the magician's skill of quickly changing cards to cheat, then what about the devil?
The devil crossed his arms from beginning to end and sat at the head of the table with a disinterested look.
Zong Jiu did not see any signs of him changing cards.
At that time, he was busy cheating and did not think carefully. Now that he thought about it, he realized that everything pointed to only one possibility.
— — The devil controlled the Purple Dealer.
Think about it, if the Dealer helped to cheat, then No.1 did not have to do it himself, right?
He took the rose from the original owner and gave it to the original owner's puppet.
The original owner's puppet must have returned the flower to the original owner, and now Zong Jiu wanted to take it back from the original owner.
After going around in a big circle, Zong Jiu had no choice but to go and find the Demon. He guessed that the devil was waiting for him to come.
Good lord, this was a good plan.
Zhuge An said slowly, "But — — there is another way."
A strange key appeared in his hand, "B-grade item, universal key."
"You can choose a time to go to No.1's room and be a gentleman."