Chapter 459 458.Why didn't you come to die?

"Anyway...... That's the situation, whether that old miscellaneous hair is scaring or not, when the gambling game is over, you have to be careful, if necessary, you can come directly to my house to live, so that he will definitely not dare to touch you......

Don't worry too much, this old miscellaneous hair actually doesn't have much strength and background, but is just keen to show up, attend various events, and be a bit famous, and then there is a family-like private society under it, which is a group of stinky fish and rotten shrimp getting together to tout each other, so once the [story] is lost, there is only scare left. ”

Old Olga truthfully relayed the dispute and threats to Lloyd through private channels, reminding him to be careful and attentive, but not to worry too much.

"Okay, I know, don't worry, I can handle it myself."

Lloyd said to the small bottle of Xiuzhen, feeling helpless and funny for a while.

Practice more dishes, don't play if you can't afford to lose, why don't you understand?

As for the other side saying that he wants to trouble himself, then he can only say......

Don't come back!

It's just a seventh-order [story] path, not to mention that he has exported his strongest killer weapon, so what is there to be afraid of?

And this thing didn't even dare to threaten the fifth-order judge, but only dared to stare at himself, a fourth-order, typical bully and afraid of the hard.

It's just a dish, can't afford to lose, and has no taste, and is despised by others, and Lloyd, as an advanced young man with a higher education, looks down on this kind of person the most.

So this Jefferson's voice was very strong, except for making Lloyd smile, it basically didn't have any effect, he still gnawed on the tome as usual, practiced the ancient breathing method from time to time, and then waited for the last round of [story] to start.

It was the graduate of the [Curse] Department who refused to do it for a long time, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

I'm waiting to win the final victory, what are you waiting for?

Wouldn't it be good to hurry up and send you to death?

Lloyd felt like he was on the cards, but as it happened, the last two opponents thought the same way.

"Win! As long as we get rid of Jefferson, with Olga's 9 hours, it is impossible to turn the tables, we have already won! ”

The seventh-order powerhouse Mai Yell was issuing a victory declaration in advance through private channels.

In his opinion, his biggest obstacle is Jefferson and the inquisitor he brought, but at the end of the second round, his time is not worth mentioning at all, and Olga in the first round is only nine hours, so as long as everything goes according to plan, the final winner must be himself.

What's more, in terms of personal relationships outside of gambling, I have to be more familiar with Jefferson, and then I can promise him some benefits, so that he can fully support himself and win the last game.

Under the calculation, Meyer had already proclaimed himself an eighth-order agent in his heart.

It turned out that it was the graduate he had found, but at this time his heart was constantly beating.

His instincts reminded him that he was in danger, and that it was best to find a way to get out as soon as possible, and not to continue to mix, which would likely lead to death.

But if he really left like this, it would be tantamount to offending Mizkatok and a seventh-order powerhouse with considerable strength and power at the same time, then he would die faster......

Now, he has no way to turn back, so he can only check his curse and arrangement over and over again, trying to find the reason for his uneasiness.

But no matter how you check it, it doesn't look flawed.

The ritual in the room has been successfully controlled by himself, and the curse that is not a threat for the time being has been quietly planted.

Even the results of divination tend to be optimistic.

So what is it that causes your own uneasiness?

Could it be that there is some powerful force behind this kid? If you kill him, you will suffer more ferocious revenge?

But it doesn't matter, right? Having a [contract] to help you testify should be enough to clear yourself of suspicion.

I have studied in Mitzkatok for many years, and my mastery of [Curse] has long been perfect, especially good at secretly spelling, and after graduation, I have quietly cursed many people......

In the end, it was an impulse, unprepared, and killed his classmates, which led to today's situation.

But when he was fully prepared, he couldn't imagine anyone who could find his flaws.

So...... Can you win?

No...... Yes, you can definitely win!

The graduate clenched his fists hard and gritted his teeth fiercely.

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In this way, everyone ushered in the morning of the third day without incident.

Lloyd still completed the 'daily check-in' step by step, and then divided the 10 attributes obtained last night and this morning evenly to [Inspiration] and [Cognition], one to 450 points and the other to 825 points.

Then I got up and practiced breathing while checking the sadhana in my room, only to find that the graduate had not done it last night.

"Hmm...... It seems that this guy is really planning to do it again in [Story]? ”

Lloyd pursed his lips and smiled again.

"But he doesn't seem to realize that if he enters [the story], I can interfere with him?"

Speaking of this, Lloyd has always felt a little strange, as if apart from the fact that old Olga noticed something and mentioned it to himself through private channels, the Jefferson yesterday didn't seem to be aware of his actions at all?

Even the two opponents who were drawn cards by themselves to arrange the 'plot' didn't notice anything unusual?

Even said that the old Olga, who noticed that something was wrong, didn't know why, only knew that he had done something, but he didn't ask too much, and he didn't seem to pay much attention to it.

It seems that this kind of interference through [projection] and tentacle grass is quite secretive?

Or is this taking advantage of some of the features of the story itself? After all, the power of [story] itself has the effect of interfering with thinking and memory.

Forget it, don't think about it for now, let's talk about it after we finally go out.

Lloyd didn't think much more, and lay down on the bed, ready for the final round of gambling.

Soon, a narration came to his ears, and he began to arrange a failed middle-aged persona for himself.

It is probably the kind of template where the future is hopeless, the wife is unfaithful, and the children are unfilial.

Then as soon as he entered the plot, he came to a rooftop, and was thinking about suicide, but was dissuaded by a sneaky person who looked like a cultist, and began to talk about their Heavenly Father and Savior......

After that, it should be a story of ordinary people being bullied and mutilated by this group of cultists, right?

Lloyd couldn't help but wonder about this, is this really a plot that a normal person can come up with?

(End of chapter)