After confirming that everyone had obediently closed their eyes, Zhao Mengyao continued: "Werewolves, please open your eyes." ”

What opened his eyes was Yang Tian with a disdainful face and Xuantian who was honest. Zhao Mengyao followed God's procedure and then said the line: "Werewolves, please kill." ”

According to the rules of the game, werewolves should use gestures to indicate who they are going to kill tonight.

So when Zhao Mengyao saw Yang Tian pointing firmly at herself as a god, her head was about to get bigger, and she gritted her teeth and repeated again: "Werewolves, please kill, God lives forever!" Can't die! Werewolf players don't waste any more time! ”

Hearing this, Li Yinglong quickly opened his eyes and stared at the other side with very terrifying eyes: "Who?" Who wants to kill the lovely god of my house? ”

Zhao Mengyao helplessly held her forehead, can this group of bigwigs respect the rules of the game, hey!

"You guys get serious! Really! Don't make a fuss! After Zhao Mengyao sighed, she asked them to draw the identity card again, and the game started again.

"Please close your eyes when it's dark." After confirming that no one was secretly keeping their eyes open, Zhao Mengyao continued: "Werewolves, please open your eyes. ”

This time, I opened my eyes to change the sky and the dark sky.

Zhao Mengyao glared at Changtian, reminded him not to mess around, and then read out his lines: "Werewolves, please kill." ”

Changing Heaven thought about it for a moment, and then pointed to the sky with his eyes closed.

Zhao Mengyao continued: "Werewolves, please close your eyes. Open your eyes, prophets. ”

This time it was Li Yinglong who opened his eyes.

"The prophet asks for a test." The power of a prophet is to check a person's identity every night as a good or bad person.

Li Yinglong looked around for a week, and finally pointed to Xuantian beside him.

"The person you tested, his identity is—this." Zhao Mengyao made a gesture of pointing upward, meaning that this person is a good identity.

Li Yinglong nodded with satisfaction and closed his eyes obediently.

Seeing Li Yinglong playing the game so seriously, Zhao Mengyao didn't know why she wanted to laugh a little, held back, and continued: "Witch, please open your eyes." ”

This time it was a sunny day that opened my eyes.

Zhao Mengyao had a headache and hoped that this guy would stop messing around.

"Witch, tonight, he died, you have a bottle of antidote, do you want to save him?"

Yang Tian looked at Zhao Mengyao and pointed at Cangtian, and shook his head indifferently.

Zhao Mengyao was a little surprised, the witch had two bottles of medicine, one bottle of antidote and one bottle of poison, and she could only use one bottle every night. Generally, novice witches choose to save people on their first night. Because novices will not take into account the situation of a werewolf stabbing themselves, then a bottle of antidote to save a good person is still not a loss.

And Yangtian chose not to save people, did he have his own considerations?

Zhao Mengyao then said the line: "You have a bottle of poison, do you want to use it?" ”

Yang Tian nodded with a ruthless gaze, and then without hesitation, he pointed his finger at Li Yinglong.

Zhao Mengyao's head is going to be big. It's a mess! It's nothing if you don't save people on the first day, but blind poison, this is too much of a test of character!

But it's rare to play normally and don't mess around before, she is reluctant to end this game like this, although two people died on the first night, but there are still two good people left, as long as it's fun, there is still a chance.

"Alright, it's dawn."

Zhao Mengyao felt that this "night" had passed extraordinarily long, and she was a little physically and mentally exhausted, and announced weakly: "Two people died on the first night. Li Yinglong, Cangtian, you two are out. ”