An Wujiu's temperament changed drastically, like a bomb being ignited.

But just as it was about to explode, it squeezed out the splashing spark itself.

For so long, forbearance and concession are not about striving for oneself to survive, but about raising a gu-raising Yang Ming's dark complacency and arrogance. Let them become bigger and bigger and floating like balloons.

At this moment, Yang Ming stood there with a blue face.

He almost formed the dominance of this game through his [capitalist] role and two reliable generals. Other opponents were distorted and it was difficult to form a team in duels. Most of them were watching from the wall. But they were different. The three of them had 14 blood bars, and it was a trivial matter to kill one person.

Originally, Yang Ming wanted to torture An Wujiu and consume two of his blood bars, so that he could live with the last blood bars to the last day with scarce supplies, and watch how he won, and then end his life at the last moment.

Originally everything went smoothly as planned, but I thought An Wujiu was already a waste without fighting spirit. Seeing his blood strips losing one after another, Yang Ming's excitement and satisfaction reached the peak.

But An Wujiu's sudden collective bribery caught him off guard.

The way to treat someone else's body with a sharp knife was almost stabbing Yang Ming's heart.

Once the balloon explodes, reason will scatter.

At the stalemate, the quiet Wu You stood up in the crowd.

"I join, I need money."

He stood in front of An Wujiu, without looking at each other, but instead stretched out his index finger without hesitation and signed his name on the projected contract.

An Wujiu still crossed his legs, holding his hands behind him and watching everyone, without asking others to do business at all. "There are only children now, right? Then congratulations, you will be the one who will be the end of this round."

He looked confident and said with a certain tone, as if everything would really go on as he said.

Others are also starting to get ready.

Lao Yu walked forward, "I wouldn't have fought against you at first, but signing it may make you feel more at ease."

"Of course." An Wujiu nodded and smiled and watched him sign his French name. "Congratulations, your kindness allowed you to share these points with Wu You."

Zhong Yirou didn't hesitate for too long, although she knew that An Wujiu was a time bomb, she also knew that there might be a fraud in it.

However, if one more person stands up, the scene will be more chaotic. Zhong Yirou likes to do the most.

"I must be indispensable for money." She walked over in her high heels.

Zhong Yirou signed the name like a female star, and extended her hand to An Wujiu who was sitting on the ground. An Wujiu smiled and shook her fingertips, looking at the remaining people.

Liu Chengwei, who helped Yang Ming at the beginning, seemed to have completely forgotten that he had injured An Wujiu so hard that he could not stand. He smiled and walked over, "I'm also my one."

Liu Chengwei wrote his name very quickly, as if he was afraid of being rejected, and he could also be said calmly about beating him to death. "You won't feel at ease about the past, right? I can share my supplies with you. We can be considered a relationship that is not acquainted, right?"

"Count." An Wujiu smiled kindly and beautifully, "How can he not count?"

Ueno, who has been following the crowd for a long time, has persisted until the last three under such great temptation.

His hands were tightly clasped together, his brows frowned, looking very entangled.

An Wujiu knew very well why.

"It's time." He stood up and adjusted the strip of cloth wrapped around his wrist.

Ueno, who had not taken action, immediately blurted out, "You didn't say that you just now have to limit the time!"

"I am such a willful person." An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "So do you sign or not?"

Ueno was struggling. He turned his head to look at Yang Ming. Yang Ming didn't say a word. Liu Chengwei, who betrayed the first, coughed twice with confidence, obviously implying Ueno.

"It's okay if you don't come, so they can get more apart." An Wujiu said.

Ueno finally walked towards An Wujiu and made an agreement.

Of course he was greedy for this point, after all, this may be the amount he could not earn even if he survived his life. But he chose to sign the contract because he knew very well that once most people on the field reached an agreement with An Wujiu, it would mean that he would become a minority. Whether An Wujiu would use other methods to exchange for cooperation in the future is unknown, so he would not be more obedient and leave some room for it.

At the same time, when he heard An Wujiu's last words, he was unwilling to accept that they could take this money, so why can't he do it?

From beginning to end, Shen Ti kept staring at An Wujiu's beautiful face and lamenting in his heart the psychological tactics.

The more confident and arrogant a person is, the more likely he will make other competitors have self-doubt and believe that he is indeed a possibility of a turnaround.

In addition, An Wujiu constantly imposes psychological hints of "first come first served" and "small people and more money", giving an attitude of regretting withdrawing promises at any time. Under this pressure, anyone may be shaken.

An Wujiu stood there, lazily provoking his voice, "Is there still someone?"

"If you don't have it, just stop working."

"This is the one--" Shen Ti stretched out his left hand high, learning An Wujiu's tone.

An Wujiu looked at him with a subtle curve on his lips, "I see you haven't come out for so long, but I thought you were addicted to fighting with me?"

He didn't care about the fight. After looking carefully, he realized that Shen Ti had two earrings on one side, totaling four strings, swaying and colliding with each other.

The upper edge of the earrings is a fine golden hook that pierces into the earlobe, and the golden thread passes through three beads, two smaller carved white beads one by one, one by one, sandwiched with the oval, crystal clear red coral in the middle.

The earrings swing with Shen Ti's movements, which was quite swaying.

It turned out that this thing was ringing at that time.

Shen Ti tilted his head to the left and then to the right, "I'm a little addicted...but I'm tired." He shook his dislocated hand at An Wujiu, as if he was shaking an eraser, "It's also very hurting his body."

Seeing him showing his evil deeds, An Wujiu felt nothing and even wanted to laugh.

Shen Ti walked towards him with a smile, exerted some force on his left hand, and took back his dislocated right hand and manually reset it.

He stopped, stretched out his index finger wrapped in gloves, and said with a smile: "You don't make trouble after the fight, and you'll pay for it. You're such a great charity."

In this way, only Yang Ming was left on the whole field.

Everyone chose the deal for different reasons, even the one who was originally on the same front with him. He was the only one standing on the opposite side.

For the sake of face and self-esteem, he certainly could choose not to sign. At least he had two blood bars, and An Wujiu had only the last one left. It was not that he could not directly challenge An Wujiu and let him die, but it was real death.

No, no. Yang Ming frowned. What would happen to An Wujiu if he really launched a duel? He would rather sacrifice the profits of the previous game for safety, and he would not give up easily.

He will definitely use all his skills to lobby others like now and let them take sides. An Wujiu won so many games, and it is not difficult to spend some points in exchange for cooperation.

Yang Ming was deflated. He understood that this impulse would probably shoot himself in the foot.

Seeing Yang Ming so entangled, Wu You was the first to speak, "It's okay if he doesn't sign it."

An Wujiu glanced at him, was silent for a few seconds, and then smiled at Yang Ming: "You can choose not to sign, but I think you have thought of the consequences of not signing."

"Is this good? Let's open the skylight and speak clearly and play the game more clearly."

An Wujiu walked towards him, along with the virtual contract in front of him, approaching step by step until he stood in front of him.

"Let's do it." An Wujiu leaned into his ear and whispered: "I won't change your red and black lines."

Although Yang Ming tried hard to restrain himself, his eyes could not hide his shock.

An Wujiu patted his shoulder, "They just didn't fight me. You get one more benefit than others. Isn't it cost-effective?"

He stared at Yang Ming's expression, probably knowing what he was thinking. Zuo just signed it up, there is another way to kill him.

But there is absolutely no problem with his speculation about Yang Ming.

If Yang Ming is not satisfied with his own red and black lines, he will not be so arrogant and feel that he is in control.

Looking at this alliance, his red line is likely to be related to Liu Chengwei and Ueno. The black line is likely to be a character with high survival value. With his survival value, he can sit firmly on Diaoyutai and win the game without any suspense.

If so, he would definitely not want to change the line.

It seems to be an negotiation between An Wujiu, but it is actually a threat to bet on luck.

Yang Ming stared at the series of names on the contract, and his drooping fingers moved.

He could never believe what An Wujiu said.

But now it is better to sign a contract and deceive him into relaxing his vigilance and use curses and supplies to kill him.

In the end, everyone signed the contract and reached a deal with An Wujiu.

When leaving the duel threshold, An Wujiu walked at the end, and everyone was scattered as if they had agreed, and no one was walking with anyone.

An Wujiu's character changes made their already precarious public trust increasingly fragile and shattered in one blow.

He found that Wu You's steps were also very slow, and he walked in front of him, and his walking posture was also unnatural and a little nervous.

"Are you waiting for me?" An Wujiu skipped behind him, stood to his right, and put his left arm on Wu You's shoulder. Although Wu You was prepared, he was still frightened by An Wujiu.

"No, no."

"Oh. That's because I'm so passionate." An Wujiu smiled, either with a pure face, making people think that he was before or like a madman. Now it's obviously the former, which makes Wu You feel a little lucky, thinking that he would be a trustworthy person.

"Oh, little devil." An Wujiu spoke casually, interrupting Wu You's reverie.

He turned his face, raised his head slightly, and stared at the relaxed and comfortable expression on the guy beside him. He was different from himself, looking straight ahead with a firm tone.
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