Everyone on the field was staring at this, and their moods at the moment were very complicated.
From the very beginning, Lord the Hanged Man has embraced everyone as a savior.
They received a lot of favors from him, even some people on the field almost died in this Exam Venue, but they were saved by Wen Yanqing.
Selfishly, they were not willing to doubt him.
After all, this Lord the Hanged Man is Sword Saint from the trustworthy and kind camp, so they don't dare to offend him.
This Priest looks gentle, but in fact his strength is unfathomable.
Just because he killed A-Class Ghost in a fit of anger before, they didn't dare to look down on him.
Coupled with his rare healing ability, everyone on the field couldn't help but support him.
Moreover, his image was too kind. Even if Bo Shuo pointed out that he had deep thoughts, no one would believe him.
To what extent is the stereotype?
Even if all the evidence is in front of them, they will still wonder if Wen Yanqing was coerced or if there was some misunderstanding?
Bo Shuo If you want to know what they are thinking, you will definitely think, no, brothers, are you blind?
How can someone think that such a person with a human face and an animal heart still thinks he is kind?
Of course Bo Shuo doesn't know what they think.
He blocked the eyes of the people around him and stared closely at the pretentious bitch in front of him, not even wanting to give him a good look.
Bo Shuo said coldly, "Stop pretending, hand over all the bones in your body."
Bo Shuo is actually not sure whether Wen Yanqing has any bones in his body. The words he suddenly spoke to him just now were just a test.
But based on his understanding of Wen Yanqing, the other party's answers and attitude, Bo Shuo knew clearly that this dog definitely had bones in its body.
Wen Yanqing blinked, and when he met the young man's cold gaze, he felt as if he had been stripped naked, and everything from head to toe was clearly and thoroughly seen, and even his private parts were pulled out and observed repeatedly.
For a moment, he felt a little novel, but other than that, he felt offended.
Wen Yanqing never thought that someone would know him so well, as if everything he did could be predicted, and even the thoughts in his heart could be seen at a glance.
So why?
Wen Yanqing looked at Bo Shuo with a trace of inquiry. It was not looking at a person, but seemed to be looking at some academic template to be studied.
(Emotion Points+999999 from Wen Yanqing)
Bo Shuo's expression remained unchanged. The sense of crisis in his heart surged to the sky. He unconsciously clutched the scalpel in his hand, waiting for the person opposite him to attack him so that he could fight back.
They have completely broken up with each other. Either you will die or I will live.
He didn't think the other party would let him go.
The game was started by Wen Yanqing, and he was even willing to tear up their previous agreement for the sake of this game.
For Wen Yanqing, he goes all out for any game and any bet.
He is a pure gambler. As long as the game is established, he will be willing to bet everything on the game, including his entire life, and even his own life.
Put everything on the gambling table and do whatever it takes to win.
Therefore, the possibility of breaking the bet is very small. Unless something makes him feel more excited and happy, he will not hesitate to break the bet, and there will definitely be something Bo Shuo doesn't know about in this game.
Now that the game has reached the end, it's time for that thing to surface.
Wen Yanqing Seeing that he has been exposed, he seems to have no intention of continuing to cover up.
The curve of his lips was smoothed, he looked deeply at Bo Shuo, and asked, "Then what would you do if the remaining bones are not with me?"
He chuckled and began to eagerly give examples.
"It's like you don't care about this group of people."
"There are 204 bones in your hand, and I only have two bones in my hand. As long as you don't destroy these bones, you will be the winner, and the loser..."
"For example, after Countdown ends, all our teams will die tragically here. Isn't this the best solution for you?"
Wen Yanqing At the end of his speech, his tone gradually became more determined, as if he had anticipated that scene.
And when he talked about his own death, his eyes actually lit up, as if he was looking forward to his death.
His words continued.
"I will not hand over these bones. There is no possibility of a draw in this game."
Wen Yanqing The sound is neither light nor heavy, but the weight inside can only make people shiver.
His speech was undoubtedly a werewolf self-destruction.
Even the group of people who had supported him before took a breath, completely disbelieving that Priest, whom they had followed for so long, could be such a black-hearted guy.