The golden fingers of the death game are all beautiful girls

If he didn't change his image on purpose, he's probably a rascal.

Both in tone and appearance.

At this moment, the other players around were also attracted, most of them were watching the show, and did not intend to stop it.

One of them came out to help.

He looks about 25 years old, wearing a shirt and trousers. Yimo remembers that his nickname is "Crusu", and he looks quite gentle: "Looking at the meaning of being the only one, I must have discovered some key problem, otherwise I wouldn't be so excited. Bar?"

"Everyone might as well listen to it. If a werewolf is found, it will be a good thing for everyone!"

Solely is Huangmao's nickname.

It seems reasonable, but Yimo knows that this person is standing in front of the yellow-haired team.

Most of the others nodded.

Yimo took a special look at Die Yu, at this moment she showed a meaningful smile, but she didn't intend to come up to help.

The ordinary girl, the village head, lowered her head slightly, showing Sima's face, with a hint of sarcasm, obviously not bothering to pay attention to them.

On the contrary, the most cowardly looking "naughty cat" actually said a few words for Yimo: "That... the game just... just started..."

"Would it be...too..."

Stumbling, the voice is so low, obviously very scared.

Hearing the words, I am the only one who gave Naughty Cat a hard look, and then interrupted her roughly: "You help her, I think you are also a wolf, right?"

"Hahaha, look everyone, I found two wolves for you!!!"

The oldest person present looked to be in his 60s. He was wearing a black and red Taoist uniform. He looked very calm and alert. His name was Du Laoliu.

He stood up, clasped his hands and said, "Heroes come out of youth, if we really find the wolf when we come up, it will be a good thing for everyone."

"Presumably this self-respecting young man also has a certain judgment to be so sure."

"Why don't you tell everyone?"

"If everyone thinks that this Sibo jungler may indeed be a wolf, he will naturally be eliminated!"

Hearing the words, I was the only one who nodded, and then spoke.

"Listen all!"

"Because I am the closest to this person after entering the game, so I can see clearly!"

"Just started, he made that weird cry!"

"Of course I noticed it too, so I kept watching him!"

"After the rules of the game were released, he was always watching everyone, just like a werewolf looking for a target to kill!"

"Hehe, everyone can tell that with his gloomy appearance, it looks like he has to take the wolf!"

"As a result, after the identity cards were assigned, it was as expected."

"I saw with my own eyes that he lowered his head and his face turned dark, although his expression didn't change much."

"But I can feel that unhappy feeling!"

"It's exactly the same as going to play poker and getting a bad hand!!!"

Of course, this is a unique experience. Now that he finished speaking, he swayed a few times, looked at the people around him, and finally came to a conclusion.

"This Sibo jungler got the wolf card, that's why he looks very unhappy!"

"He's that werewolf!!!"

After I was the only one, most of the players around were looking at Yimo.

Indeed, because he intentionally made himself a facial paralyzed face, it looked as if someone else owed him 500 million, with a blank expression on his face, he deserved a beating!

In addition, the broken bangs are a bit long, and the eyes are half covered, which is indeed a bit gloomy.

Immediately everyone's impression of him, combined with the words that I am the only one, is not very good.

In addition to the hesitant ones, several players were taken away, thinking that he might really be a werewolf.

Yimo looked around, seeing that no one was speaking for her at the moment, she suddenly laughed at herself.

Hehe, this is a death game, everyone thinks that as long as they don't die, it's fine!

But Die Yu seemed to want to help, but she didn't really make a sound, and frowned slightly.

In the last game, there was a single pusher who struck up a conversation with him and brought him into the game.

Although the ultimate goal is to live on his own, he pushed himself when facing the twilight.

However, at least there was no such malice.

The Guanyin jade pendant is now hanging on Yimo's neck.

His words echoed in Yi Mo's mind.

"Actually, I'm only in the third game. We are with each other, but try not to show yourself too incompetent, otherwise it will be dangerous to be targeted. 』

I intentionally pinched my face with paralyzed face and left broken bangs, just because I didn't want to be too conspicuous in this game and be targeted.

But the disgusted look of being the only one who respects me, told Yi Mo nakedly.

He was hated, so he had to die first!

"Hehe, I've hit the mark, have nothing to say?"

"Hahaha, you trash, wait to die!"

"Fuck!"

The arrogant and arrogant words echoed in Yimo's ears.

The black flame started to ignite in Yi Mo's heart, and then completely spread throughout the whole body.

Oh……

This game is not at all about finding out the opposing camps and killing them out.

But...

It's fine if you don't die yourself.

"You...boy..."

"Can kill?"

Yimo lowered her head, and her low and hoarse voice seemed to come from hell, which made Wei Wuzun feel a chill all over her body, couldn't help but backed up a few steps, and then yelled at him unconvinced: "What are you talking about! "

"I'm a good man, how could I kill someone!"

"You werewolf, don't think that such a dirty routine can make me fall into the bait!"

"I think you can kill people!"

"You werewolf!"

He stared at Yi Mo firmly.

What about Emer?

Wen Yan covered half of his cheeks with one hand, suddenly laughed and raised his head: "Hahaha...hahaha..."

The gloomy and hoarse voice echoed in the ancient mountain and forest villages, and the surrounding people felt cold when they heard it, and they unconsciously distanced themselves from him.

Yimo raised his head high, his left eye was exposed from his broken bangs, and with his morbid excitement, a red blood moon appeared in his pupil, which looked very scary.

Then he was condescending, looking down as if looking down on ants, the one who had already been frightened was alone.

"Correct."

"I can kill."

cold...

Like a demon from hell.

Yi Mo was obviously smiling, but there was no expression on her face.

"So, how about I kill you?"

Hearing the words, I was the only one who was so frightened that he took a few steps back, just when he kicked a stone with his heel, and fell directly backwards into a quagmire.

Covered in mud, with a pale expression, she looked at Yimo and said, "You you...you..."

He wanted to say you were a werewolf.

But Yi Mo's words kept echoing in his mind.

How about I kill you?

It kept reverberating, making him tremble all over, and finally...

terrified...

Chapter 6. Self-destruction

Yimo figured it out.

Since she couldn't hide it in a low-key manner, she became the focus.

So good, I will be the focus!

Just be to the point where you guys look at me but don't dare to touch me at all!

Yimo's wave was too awesome, not only was he thrown into the quagmire by the only one who was scared, even the people around him were stunned, looking at him warily, like watching a murderer.

The oldest Du Lao Liu didn't back down, he stroked his beard and said, "Boy Sibo, are you admitting that you are a wolf?"

"I'm old, and it's not easy to live to this day. Don't come to me today."

"You young people's grievances, just settle it yourself."

As soon as he said this, he was even more frightened by Sovereign, and yelled at Du Laoliu: "You stinky old man, you were the most coaxing just now!"

Then he hurriedly said to Yi Mo: "Brother, I was talking nonsense just now."

"I know, you must not be a wolf!"

"Oh, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

At this moment, I am the only one looking at Yimo again, looking at his gloomy, expressionless face, it is very scary, like the boss of them.

The more I looked at it, the more I felt that this person should not be offended. In fact, he was a formidable thief, so I immediately gave up.

In fact, Yimo simply has a Sima face with a paralyzed face, and I am the only one who is frightened by Yimo's just a few words, which creates the illusion of Yimo's thieves.

Yimo lowered her head, her eyes were half covered by the broken bangs again, and said disdainfully, "What you said is not nonsense!"

I alone said: "No, no, I was talking nonsense, brother, I was wrong."

"Let me go!"

Although the yellow-haired gangster is the only one begging for mercy, but among the others, there are straightforward and bloody ones.

Nicknamed Emperor Zhenwu, in his 30s, with a height of more than 1.8 meters [-], with big arms and round waist, and a muscular body, he looks like either a physical worker or a bodybuilding coach. He stood up and said, "What are you afraid of him!"

"Others are afraid, but I am not afraid!"

The 200-pound Pikachu with a very arrogant appearance also stood up: "Yes, can you kill us all?"

"You can kill people today, but witches also have antidote that can save people."

"Everyone will be alive tomorrow, but you will definitely be voted out!"

Hearing this, Yimo gave the two of them a disdainful look, and walked directly towards the large circular wooden table not far from them under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Then he pulled over a wooden chair, turned around, sat up very hard, crossed his legs, looked at the crowd and said, "Huh? Did I say I was a werewolf?"

Following Yi Mo's words, everyone was stunned.

Good guy, you are not a werewolf, you are still so arrogant, seek death!

Hearing the words, I know that I will not be targeted to death, and I feel that I can do it. I crawled out of the quagmire. Although I was scared to pee, my body was dirty, and others couldn't see it. Although I lacked confidence, I still said : "You, you... didn't you... say you can kill people!"

Hey!

Yimo snapped her fingers, then gestured for a pistolman, and said to Sovereign: "Who said that only werewolves can kill people?"

"Let me introduce myself, I'm a jungler in Shiba, 20 years old, a professional who stays at home, a waste, a dead house."