When the host announced the end of the ninth game, Ding Zhu only felt that her whole body was soaked, she ripped off the black cloth covering her eyes from her face with a pale face, looked at the disc, and flew to the disc steadily, and there seemed to be no uncontrollable situation.

It's just that there are a few very thrilling ones, almost only one or two centimeters away from being inserted into Zhenbai's body, she is now opening her eyes and looking at Ding Candle, if there is no hair on her face, Ding Candle thinks, now Zhenbai's face must be extremely ugly.

"Oh my God, the game has entered the white heat, let's take a look at the score, the scores of the two teams are very tight! It looks like I'll have to watch the last game if this can be decided. The host blinked his big, innocent-looking eyes and kept laughing.

Suddenly, she stopped laughing, looked at Ding Zhu and said, "If you still split the next game, what do you think will be the result?" ”

Ding Zhu looked back at the host coldly, cold sweat kept sliding down from her forehead and smashing on the ground, her face was even more white like a ghost, on such a face, that cold gaze would probably make people very uncomfortable.

The host didn't really wait for Ding Candle's answer, she smiled brighter and brighter: "Do you think there will be an extra match?" Then I tell you, there will be no play-offs. ”

Raising a snow-white finger, the host kept twisting her long curly hair, and she tilted her head to show a rather innocent look: "If you divide evenly, then you will be the one who loses." ”

Even if she was mentally prepared, when she heard this result, Ding Candle's heart couldn't help but tremble, and she frowned and asked, "Why?" ”

"Because ......" The host suddenly stretched out his voice, as if he had whetted people's appetites, and then slowly spit out word by word: "I, high, happy!" ”

Ding Candle's forehead kept beating, and she once again threw a discrimination technique at the host's body, but the result was the same, the identity of the other party still had no way to show, and in Ding Candle's attribute view, this host only had a row of question marks, and nothing else.

This situation is very weird, and Ding Zhu doesn't know what it means.

"In the next game, let's play an old game!" After the host snapped his fingers, two little girls came out of the backstage again, each with a tray in their hands, and each tray had an apple in it.

The moment he saw the apple, Ding Zhu already understood what the other party was going to do, which was really just like what she said, a very old and very cliché game.

The apple is placed on the head, and then the blindfold is shot.

"If you lose this game, what will happen?"

"Eaten, eaten, eaten!"

The diners were very cooperative with the host's questioning and shouted the results loudly.

It's just that this originally very terrifying answer didn't bring too much fear to Ding Candle at this moment, perhaps because her nerves were too tense for such a while, she had completely forgotten what fear was like.

In this feeling of complete blankness, Ding Zhu was blindfolded, and it was in this feeling of complete blankness that she threw out the flying knife in her hand. The diners behind them let out an earth-shattering cheer.

It's finally over.

When the host was scoring, Ding Zhu walked to the edge of the turntable, and she freed Mashiro from the turntable.

The cat's body temperature should be relatively high, but now the real white is cold as if she has died, Ding Zhu hugged her tightly, and said in the most gentle voice: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

After a long time, Mashiro recovered from extreme fear, she couldn't suppress the constant trembling of her body, and she didn't make a sound for a long time, just shrunk in Ding Candle's arms.

The results were not long in coming.

Unexpectedly, his team won by one point.

When Ding Candle took the bag full of money from the host's hand, she saw an extremely weird smile on the corner of the host's mouth, and she said to Ding Candle: "You are so lucky." Then she laughed again: "But not next time." ”

After saying this, Ding Zhu couldn't even think about the meaning behind this sentence, Ding Zhu saw that everything around him disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, he still appeared in the back kitchen of the restaurant, and the chef was looking at her: "This mission is well done, this is your reward." ”

It wasn't until Ding Zhu walked out of the kitchen with the bag of money that her steps were so vague that she seemed to be stepping on a soft pile of cotton, without even a little sense of reality.

If she could, she wouldn't want to do this kind of work for the rest of her life.

The hot sun continued to shine overhead, but even such a strong sun could not completely drive away the cold feeling in Ding Candle's heart, she stood outside the door of the hotel, stretched out her hand, but found that her hand trembled violently.

"Hey, would you like to help?" I remembered the laughter of the restaurant worker again, and turned my head to look over, in the scorching sun, the smile of the little worker was as cold as a poisonous snake: "How about coming to us to practice knife work?" The income is quite good! ”

No! In a pig's eye!

Ding Candle and Mahaku shook their heads like rattles, and almost disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The frightened heart must be appeased by food, even if the copy of the flying knife is very difficult, but for the sake of winning tens of thousands of dollars, she barely cares anymore.

Sitting under the shady shed, Ding Zhu took a big bite of the Dongpo meat that was served, while quietly looking at Zhenbai, after coming out of the copy of the flying knife, Zhenbai didn't seem to have any appetite, this way, although every food could be eaten, but there was no momentum at all just now.

"What's wrong?" Ding Zhu asked.

"Is this really a machine spirit quest?" Mahaku raised his head from the flesh and let out a long sigh at Ding Candle.

"Yes."

"So what do you think this machine spirit's mission is to accomplish?"

This question is also a question that Ding Candle has been thinking about, this task seems to be associated with eating from the beginning, all tasks, all small copies are related to eating.

Could it be that it's really because Mahaku likes to eat, so this task is dedicated to making a task for her to eat and eat?

Impossible, according to the urine nature of the endless world, such a cheap thing must be impossible, and there must be a key quest in this copy that she hasn't found until now.