"He's got a domain card in this domain too?"

In the Grand View Garden, the autumn shuangzhai that has not yet been perfected is full of fog.

Ji Nian stood in the octagonal pavilion on the southeast earth mountain, observing the four directions.

This place is one of the commanding heights in the park.

From here, you can see everything in the arena.

King Ren is indeed very something, or rather, his family is very rich.

At least from the Chronicles' point of view, the domain is almost problematic from a design standpoint.

The main setting is an endless wilderness, which ensures that he will not be easily ambushed.

The small designs of the tomb, the village, the river, and the small temple provided him with a place to install Kaling.

And in this field, he can freely control the time and weather, and provide all kinds of help for his playing style.

"This kid is really not good at domain card building, but it is precisely because he is not good at it that his family will fill him in the dead."

"By now, he's definitely the trickiest guy in the domain game, not one of them."

"That's the benefit of having a backer behind it."

Thinking of this, Ji Nian couldn't help but sigh lightly.

I want him to travel here, lonely, without a system, without a simulator, just a brain of knowledge.

It usually takes a lot of effort to pick a goal, and it really can't be compared with these second generations who have the help of teachers and have to think about their own stories.

This is the gap between people.

He had to "fend for himself".

Thinking like this, his gaze at King Ren also changed.

- It's these guys who were born with a hanging, who robbed him of the opportunity of a person like him who did his duty and only relied on his own cultivation, and he deserved to be beaten to death.

"Yingtai, Daiyu."

With a soft call, two little girls instantly appeared beside him.

One is in the form of red and white makeup, covering the face, terrifying and cold;

The other one was also faceless, but he was not wearing a wedding dress, but a vegetarian dress.

One red and one white, one happy and one mourning.

They all have more indescribable and inexplicable charm than the usual Internet addict girls and tech nerds.

"It's weird and pretty."

Ji Nian's eyes moved slightly, and he subconsciously exposed X-P.

But he immediately regained his appearance of a gentleman, patted the two little girls on the shoulders, and told them to take their places.

Yingtai went to sit in a sedan chair, and Daiyu circled the heavy yin fragrant fir coffin three times on the left and three times on the right, and finally kicked over the coffin.

"I don't want anything that stinky men have used."

Although she couldn't speak, these words were clearly written in the eyes of this little girl.

Seeing this, Ji Nian couldn't help but smack his lips: "Fortunately, I was prepared." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pulled out a dark red wooden coffin engraved with some kind of bewitching floral pattern.

This is what he did in a handicraft class before he came to the competition.

It doesn't have any bonus features, and it doesn't meet the regulations, it's just just good-looking.

But the little girl who was born in Qingshan liked this kind of "bells and whistles", and when Yoyou and Jiang Cha saw it, their eyes were straight.

Ji Nian originally planned to use this thing as a template to open an online store and earn some pocket money, but unexpectedly used it for Daiyu first.

"Hmph~"

A slightly arrogant snort sounded in the sea of knowledge, and the little girl pointed to the flowers on the coffin and pouted.

Ji Nian patted his head, and suddenly remembered that the girl who was still jealous of this matter was also a kind of grass and trees, and couldn't help but promise: "Draw you next time." ”

Hearing this, Daiyu bowed her head slightly, the corners of her lips moved slightly, and she lay down into the wooden coffin with a light movement.

Yingtai was stunned for a moment, she vaguely realized that the other party was playing a very new thing, but she couldn't understand it at all.

couldn't help but show a simple expression that was very inconsistent with the cold and glamorous aura.

"The 'red sha' and 'white sha' are all in place, and the suona team, the paper man and the coffin have also been replaced with strengthened ......"

"And then there's me, the 'bridegroom.'"

Ji Nian thought to himself, and raised his hand to summon the skin card that Xie Wenyuan gave him two days ago.

One of them has been painted with him as the main character, in the form of a groom, with a pale complexion, describing madness, with blood and red flowers on his upper body, and riding a paper horse.

And as he slowly injected spiritual power, the card also turned into a red light and fell on him.

After a while, Ji Nian suddenly opened his eyes and took out a small handicraft mirror from his pocket.

I saw that the handsome face revealed a full madness due to the change in expression and miserable white makeup, and the slightest tilt of the head made people feel cold on the top of the skull.

"It turns out that I am the most underworld in this team."

Ji Nian smiled lightly, the image in the picture became more and more hideous, and a cold and low laugh came from his throat.

How else to say that Kyushu makeup is an evil art, looking at the face in the mirror, Ji Nian himself feels a little strange.

"That's what I want."

He said in his heart, smashing the paper horse with both feet, and swaying and leading the red team into the wilderness.

And with his appearance, the clear sky that King Ren maintained well was replaced by a dark and oppressive haze.

In the endless wilderness, a gust of wind blew on the ground, cold and sticky, and the cold penetrated the bones, which made the strong and strong King Ren shiver.

His field card called [Aoyama Brave Epic] can indeed affect the weather day and night, but that is based on a stable magnetic field.

And [Red and White Collision], as a top-level underworld technique, gathers the two extreme-end emotions of great joy and great sorrow.

The richness of the evil qi is born to stir up the magnetic field.

Only one collision broke Ren Wang's home advantage.

The areas covered by the fog have all been returned to the age.

The sharp and strange sound of suona spread throughout the wilderness, making people chill in the back of their necks.

"Is this coming?"

King Ren's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but a smile appeared on his face.

He's a man who likes to challenge the masters.

Goldman Sachs and Yu Anran are both alumni, and they have fought dozens of big and small battles, winning and losing, which is not interesting.

Although Yan Lou and Lu Re are also good players, they are at most at the same level as them, and they may be slightly worse.

Only Ji Nian is a person who exudes a strong and mysterious spirit from beginning to end.

Some people say that he took advantage of the rules, so that he could "do anything" in the first few rounds of the game, and defeated Lu Shiping, Yan Lou, Yu Anran and other masters of the same period one after another.

But King Ren believes that these rules are a kind of restraint on him.

Without this shackle, this civilian genius would only be even more terrifying.

But because of this, King Ren dreamed of fighting Ji Nian.

The kind of hard hit.

Now this field battle is exactly what he wants.

Thinking like this, King Ren couldn't help but smile.

Raise your hand and turn over a few summoning cards and blend into the field:

[One-eyed Rusty Butcher] sits under the crooked-necked old locust tree that appeared at some point;

The Prisoner with a Hundred Scars was armed with pitted shackles and iron balls, guarding his side;

The Frozen Fish Assassin dives into the river, waiting for the opportunity to move, and a twisted black shadow is torn out behind him;

[The red-robed smiling demon monk] sits in the temple, behind the hidden temple gate, is a "Buddha" head with blood and tears.

The supporting characters are in place, and then it's time for the main character to come on the scene.

I saw a skinny, white-haired old man wearing a casserole, wearing a white coat that he had found out of nowhere, and riding a dilapidated and painted tricycle in the venue.

There is also a straight, slender wooden stick between his right hand and the handlebar.

The cloudy and chaotic eyes revealed unwavering courage and confidence.

The story begins with an old man who has Alzheimer's disease and is locked up at home by his children, and can only relieve his boredom with villain books that have not yet had time to be sold as waste paper.

Day and night, so that the brain gradually dried up, and completely lost his mind.

My mind is full of things like heroes, cards, magic, and gods, and everything written in the book is believed to be true.

So he unlocked the door at night, used the tattered tricycle as a mount, picked up a casserole in the garbage bin to make a helmet, and stole a coat from the clinic to use as a cloak.

I found a good wooden stick again, "ridden" alone, and embarked on the journey.

He made countless jokes, went crazy and thought that the building was a monster, the bridge cave was a safe house, the shop was the head of a ghost, and he thought that the card master who helped his children find him was a believer in the evil god.

And so it went.

Until one night, a storm swept through the city, and a tall and majestic figure appeared at the end of the city.

People are in despair.

The funny old man, however, straightened his waist and rode his tricycle to charge at the invincible god.

In the end, he died tragically under the horse's hooves of the god's carriage.

Or rather, under the wheels of a mud truck......

is such an absurd and funny story, with the support of ultra-rare materials, it has become the strongest card spirit in the hands of King Ren, and it is also the core of this field card.

The old man in the story is a "madman", but as Kaling, he can really "kill gods".

Ren Wang even believes that the strength of this card ranks first among all the summoning cards of all players in the [Qingshan Cup].

That's how confident.

"Uncle Tang, prepare to charge."

Ren Wang said in a deep voice, jumped into the trough of the tricycle, and sat on the urea-sack full of garbage bottles, while the [Prisoner with a Hundred Scars] was slightly embarrassed to huddle next to the compacted cardboard box.

The old man, with long hair and a dirty face, blew his nose with his sleeves and grinned, toothless and toothless, and carried the two of them towards the pale red mist directly opposite.

"Do you remember the day when the phoenix was happy with its wings, and read whether the butterfly was kind to the other branches, and pity the old love and had no place to stay, and whether there was no mother, no father, and an orphan......"

A cold song filled the air, mixed with a sharp and terrifying suona.

I saw that in the pale red mist, a team slowly walked in.

The leading figure is a little emaciated, with a tilted head, and his face is powdered and slightly blushing.

"The melons are extended, and the love is agreeable. Comfortable room IKEA, a good couple! ”

The man next to the groom grinned to the root of his ears, shouted loudly, and with some male duck voices, jumped and walked, throwing paper flowers.

Behind him, the sedan chair driver with a short sedan and a vest and a small hat smiled, carrying the big red sedan chair steadily, and his steps were light.

At the end is the suona team, all of which hold the suona rod with pale hands with black fingertips and green tendons, with extremely high penetration.

The heavy, sharp rhythm was almost overwhelming.

I felt that countless yin winds drilled straight into the neckline, and there were hundreds of ghosts snooping in the dark.

Even Ren Wang, a tough guy, felt a strong sense of suffocation.

It's as if it's not a procession of kisses, but the very concept of "death".

You can't run away, you can't break free, and there is a sense of fate that borders on despair floating in the air.

(End of chapter)