"Damn Ling Yun, you are so rich," Tian Linger pursed her lips and pinched Ling Yun's waist. She did not expect that Ling Yun would have so much money. She wanted to say, go to my dad's place. Propose marriage, but since he is only 18 years old now, Tian Dashui will definitely not agree to it.
Looking at Tian Linger, "Just so so," Ling Yun hurriedly started laughing.
"What are your odds?" Tian Linger looked at Ling Yun affectionately, her eyes watery.
Ling Yun smiled and said lightly: "1:100."
"Oh," Tian Linger turned around and looked at the young boy, "I'll buy 10 million, and Death will win."
"I'll win by buying the 200,000 Death God," Zi Yan also handed over her Fantasy World Card. This was all her savings and was reserved for her dowry.
Ding, the player's Death purchase bet is 400,000 gold coins, the bet odds are 1:100, and it has taken effect.
Ding, the player Yun Ruochong purchased a bet of 10 million yuan, and the bet odds are 1:100, which has taken effect.
Ding, player Wen Wu Meifeng purchased a bet of 280,000 yuan, and the bet odds are 1:100. It has taken effect.
Three consecutive beeps sounded above the head of the young boy. He was so shocked that he almost fell to the ground. 30.2 million yuan, how much is that? If the God of Death wins, it will be 3.02 billion yuan.
Ling Yun didn't care about the young boy who fell on the ground, and turned around to look at the electronic cards.
Popularity ranking of the team competition: the first place Fengyun Guild 1:1.2; the second place Fengyun Guild 1:8; the third place Fengshen Legion Guild 1:2.4.
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The tenth place Scarlet Guild 1:10.
Looking at the bloody odds, Ling Yun's heart bleeds. After two months of absence, the original scenery has long since disappeared, leaving only the decay all over the ground.
The time for blood to rise has finally come.
Ling Yun lifted the hairy boy up from the ground with one hand, and the blood all over his body was surging, "Give me an additional 10 million blood wins,"
"How dare you look down on us? I'll buy it for 10 million, too," Tian Linger pouted, obviously very angry.
Zi Yan looked at the two people in surprise and couldn't help sighing, "Oh, rich people are just different."
When the three of them disappeared into the vast sea of people, the young man slowly got up from the ground. He no longer cared about his share of performance and hurriedly looked through the transaction records.
The God of Death bought 20 million gambling tickets, but I still bought 20 million gambling tickets.
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The word "death" pierced his heart deeply, making him tremble all over. The god of death bought himself a win, and that god-like man came back again. Oh my God, this time he was able to make a big mistake.
"Ah..." He screamed like crazy and hurriedly reported to his supervisor.
Fantasy headquarters building.
Michael had just had breakfast, holding a cup of tea and looking at the data of this King's Competition.
Bang, the door was knocked open, Tom.
Smith rushed in out of breath and lay on the table.
He is a gaming department manager and is usually very cautious in his work. It is rare to see him panic.
Michael was slightly startled, "Mr. Smith, remember to knock on the door next time you come. My heart is not good."
Tom.
Smith picked up the water glass and poured a cup of boiling water. As soon as he took a sip, he spurted it out again and screamed when he was burned.
The tea cup was held in mid-air. Ling Yun was stunned and asked, "What happened?"
"Something serious has happened," Tom Smith pulled a piece of tissue and wiped his mouth randomly twice, "Mr. Michael, I would like to ask you to help me change the attribute data of two people during the game."
After changing the data, Michael smiled and put the tea cup on the table. "Is there a loophole in the game data of the two of them?"
"No, as long as the Chinese Dragon Soul and Death cannot win the championship during the competition," Tom Smith sat down on the sofa opposite, fanning his suit, his face covered with sweat.
"Oh, changing the data of other gamers without authorization is against the company's regulations." Michael's face turned gloomy. As a supervisor, he did not want to abuse his private power. "It is impossible for Mr. Smith not to know, and besides, that guy named Death Isn’t Ji already dead?”
"Damn, someone came to report just now, saying that the God of Death bought me to win," Tom Smith's face turned uglier than his mother's death, "But can you help me this time?"
Michael looked at him with a half-smile, "Give me a good reason,"
"Dragon Soul's supporters have reached an incalculable level, and the God of Death actually bought himself the championship for 20 million," Tom Smith's heart almost roared, "As long as they don't win the championship, then we will You can make a lot of money this time,”
After taking a sip of tea, Michael stood up and said, "Isn't it just 20 million? It's just a drop in the bucket for your gaming company."
"But the odds of the bet are 1:100. If you lose, it's 2 billion." Tom Smith couldn't sit still anymore and stood up.
2 billion, poof, the tea in Michael's mouth spurted out, and it actually hit Tom Smith in the face. The God of Death was so bold in adding money. It seemed that he was very confident in himself. It was sad that the guy in front of him was so anxious.
"As long as you help, you can get 2 million US dollars at that time," Tom Smith wiped the tea on his face, with a tea leaf still stuck to the corner of his mouth.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you," Michael pinched his temples, "The game data is controlled by the main brain. Although I am the chief engineer, I can't break that precedent. You'd better ask me to come back."
"Can't we be accommodating?"
"Then ask the mastermind yourself," Michael turned his head and had a panoramic view of Wall Street through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
"You... huh, you ungrateful old guy," Tom Smith was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he walked out angrily, and the door slammed shut with an explosion.
The 2 Billion King Competition is worth watching. Michael drank the remaining tea in one gulp, hoping that if something happened, the higher-ups would not blame him.
Due to the crowd, Ling Yun, Tian Linger and others were actually squeezed away.
As he walked forward, he suddenly saw a store built by Xin next to him. The sign at the door was very eye-catching: Equipment Upgrade Store. He suddenly remembered that he gave a nine-color seven-star diamond in the Tower of Babel, which can upgrade the equipment below the five-color sacred weapon. level.
When I walked into the store, I saw not many people inside. Occasionally, there were two players who were upgrading their equipment. However, they were holding three-color seven-star diamonds. The highest level they could only upgrade was gold-level equipment. The players who came here , those who got lucky are the wealthy and wealthy.
Ling Yun looked through the equipment and took out the Super Desert Storm. The equipment on his body now, the three artifacts cannot be upgraded, and clothes and jewelry are far less practical for sharpshooters than one weapon. In fact, that one The AWM sniper rifle is also good, but with Barrett, it is better to upgrade to a rifle.
