"Kill ......"

Holding the card of the Three Kingdoms Kill in his hand, Zhong Ming was as happy as ever about the nature of this game, and his eyes rolled and he played the last card that decided the outcome of the game.

"Peach."

Seeing that his teammates on the opposite side were about to save him, Zhong Ming hurriedly held it down and said quietly:

"I'm done killing."

The other side looked helpless, watching Zhong Ming win surprisingly with one blow, and even broke mercilessly, and said quietly:

"You're just lucky this time, if you didn't have that AOE, you would have been gone."

"Haha, luck is also part of strength."

Zhong Ming looked at the good hand in his hand and was proud.

"Did you like the game?"

"I like it."

Zhong Ming was smug, and he didn't know why the few friends sitting opposite him hadn't spoken, and where the voice sounded.

"So, do you want to be a pioneer?"

Zhong Ming's heart ached, and the corners of his mouth murmured:

"Pioneers?"

"What is this?"

Looking at the huge soles of his feet that had never been seen before in front of him, Zhong Ming's face was blank.

The cards in his hand were clearly marked, and in a panic he threw out one of them.

It hurts, although the inexplicable backflip flashed this trampling, he still wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and looked at the card in his hand that gradually turned into ashes, and the handwriting on it was extremely clear at this moment.

"This is? A foil? ”

"Oh, I did."

The figure in front of him was extremely three-dimensional, the ground was full of yellow sand, and the blood stains on his arm made him feel a bit of reality, and his heart was suddenly shocked:

"Nanban invasion?"

The character on the opposite side couldn't see his face clearly, but the shadow of the card behind it was extremely clear, and at the top of the card were two clear handwritings: Yellow Turban.

"Cheer up, this is not an easy game."

The voice in my heart was extremely low, but extremely clear, not a reminder, but a reminder of the rules, cold and inexplicable.

"Three Kingdoms Kill?"

Zhong Ming was afraid in his heart, but more of it was enjoyable, such a game can be regarded as thrilling, as a lover who has been proficient in this card game for many years, he knows very well in his heart that if this is just a novice tutorial, then the plot will be even more frightening.

Then there was only an inexplicable fanaticism in his heart, just like a soldier who was not afraid of death, he slowly took out a card of his own generals from his waist, and his palms trembled slightly, and it was difficult to suppress the excitement in his heart.

“？？？”

There are no skills and instructions he imagined on the general's card, only the word "pawn" is engraved on the top of the card, and he is panicked at this moment:

"Isn't this the Soldier card that was removed?"

After playing the game for so many years, he naturally knows what this three-blooded card with no skills means, it will be an absolute disadvantage, basically even the four-blooded generals who can only support him can hang him with a hammer.

It wasn't until the three basic cards that could be used behind the card appeared that he settled down a little, as a novice tutorial in the game, the difficulty would definitely not be as terrible as imagined, no matter what, what can be done now is only to complete this game.

"Kill."

The person on the other side couldn't see his face clearly, but he could vaguely see a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

Pain, this time Zhong Ming didn't have time to play the card in his hand, but the attack on the opposite side seemed to be with him at any time.

He was stunned for a moment, and a phantom shadow rushed over, his hand rising and falling, and there was a feeling of pain and tearing in his body.

Zhong Ming wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, only then did he notice that his three-blooded pawn card had only 2 blood left, and he didn't care about the opponent and pain that followed him, he looked at the 5 cards in his hand, his round was replenished with two, and the starting 4 cards were used with one.

One kills, two peaches, one with ten thousand arrows, and one with a question mark.

He knew the other cards very well in his heart, but only the question mark, he could feel the murderous aura and hideous anger in his hand, and the inexplicable voice in his heart sounded again:

"I don't have enough permissions to use it."

Zhong Ming seemed to understand something, a very faint sneer appeared on his face, and then put a peach in his hand to his mouth, and sure enough, with a lazy warmth and comfort, the martial arts card that turned into blood red turned green again, and returned to the intact three bloods.

"Player Zhong Ming used a peach, and his HP is three."

"Player Zhong Ming used kill, Yellow Turban took a little damage, and his HP was two."

Holding the remaining three cards in his hand, although there were many doubts about the question number card, Zhong Ming still had a slight smug in his heart.

For a game fan, such a game can be regarded as enjoyable.

About ten minutes later, the game ended, Zhong Ming looked at the remaining 10,000 arrows card and a question mark card in his hand, and before he could ask the question in his heart, his mind was dizzy, and when he woke up again, he found himself lying on the bed.

He stretched his waist and said with sleepy eyes:

"It turns out that it's all a dream."

"Ouch."

There was a knife-like pain on the back of his hand, and he touched the scar on his left arm, which was a black blood, and the blood seemed to have become black because it had been stained with something.

He looked at the head of his bed, there were two cards, one was a question mark, and the other was a thousand arrows, just like in the game he played, but the card was dyed black at some point, and the ink luster could be faintly seen.

"What is this?"

He didn't know how many times he had been surprised, the card seemed to melt, melted into his black blood wound, and then the wound healed, and he reached out again and stroked it for a moment, as if it had never been hurt before.

However, the lines of the two cards appeared in the wound of his left arm, and a question mark and arrow feathers seemed to imply something silently, and Zhong Ming's heart was mixed.

"Perhaps, this play is not so easy to act."

......

Sleepless all night, the next morning, Zhong Ming opened his eyes without sleepiness, although there were no ugly dark circles, but lack of energy was inevitable.

Zhong Ming picked up his breakfast money, and the tattooed lines on his left arm had long been forgotten.

He yawned and walked down his floor, the dozen or so flights of stairs were unusually long, but he was used to it.

"Morning."

As always, he said hello to his classmates who were passing by, thinking about yesterday's thrilling game, but for some reason he stepped on the air and fell to the ground, he seemed to see a new vision.

"You came inexplicably early today."

Zhong Ming touched his knee, wondering in his heart that there was no pain in the fall, but when he got up again, he still saw the figure in front of him who couldn't see his face clearly.

He stretched again:

"Let's get started."

"Oh, do you already get it?"

For the first time, the man who couldn't see clearly under the 4 Blood Yellow Turban General made a sound.

"It's just a game, what I'm going to do is naturally defeat you."