Chapter 184： I also play a game with you

Chapter 184 I will play a game with you too

The winner of the game stays in the dream forever.

There is a deep meaning in this sentence, obviously there is no need to say more.

As the saying goes, the picture is poor.

At this time, the purpose of the spiritual awakened person no longer needs to be concealed, and he must start to do it.

Strands of dark power gathered in this small space, like a beast devouring people, trying to devour Qin Mo to the last bit.

Fake Qin Mo had a smile that belonged exclusively to the winner.

But he didn't see the slightest panic on Qin Mo's face.

Qin Mo still looks like that, with a calm expression and flat eyes, the ancient well in the heart lake is calm, and there is no ripple in it.

"Since you insist on asking me how I am, then I think... this reward is actually not bad."

As Qin Mo spoke, he raised his right hand and clasped his five fingers. A dazzling long sword slowly emerged in his hand, with an extraordinary sharp blade.

"Oh? Are you going to fight to the death for a chance?" Fake Qin Mo teased with a smile, holding the winning ticket.

Hearing this, Qin Mo shook his head slightly, grinned and asked:

"I never do things I'm not sure about, so you're so sure that I'm sure?"

"Confidence is indeed a good thing, but how much spiritual power do you still have left to protect Xiao San for three days?"

Fake Qin Mo smiled all over his face, and lightly waved the dagger in his hand. The dark tentacles in the bedroom suddenly tensed like steel wires, stabbing out like lightning.

Hundreds of tentacles attacked Qin Mo from all directions, and at the same time the fake Qin Mo disappeared in place, and appeared behind Qin Mo in the blink of an eye, holding the dagger upside down with the tip pointing directly at the center of the back of his head.

With this knife, all of Qin Mo's consciousness will dissipate, and his spiritual body will become an ownerless thing, becoming the best container.

However, the knife has not fallen after all.

I saw Qin Mo unhurriedly flicking the long sword in his hand with his fingers, and let out an ear-piercing sword cry.

Weng!

The moment the sound of the sword sounded, the hundreds of tentacles that were attacking him received a fatal blow in an instant, and they all broke into thousands of pieces, like snowflakes in winter, rustling and falling.

At the same time, Qin Mo responded with lightning speed, and the long sword appeared behind him at a strange and inexplicable angle.

Puff Chi.

It's like popping a bubble.

The faint voice rang clearly in the ears, the dream suddenly came to a standstill, and everything was frozen.

At this moment, time seems to stop passing.

"Ho..."

Fake Qin Mo opened his mouth and let out a hoarse roar.

He lowered his head slowly, looking at the blade of the sword piercing his right chest, his eyes widened involuntarily, his face full of disbelief.

"Impossible! How is this possible?!"

After a brief silence, he roared loudly, his tone full of disbelief.

Everything in front of him was completely beyond his cognition.

He couldn't figure out how Qin Mo did it, and why he had such a huge mental power.

I thought it would be easy tonight, but who would have thought...

It turned out that the clown was actually himself.

Chick!

Qin Mo pulled out the long sword in his hand and tossed it casually. The long sword disintegrated immediately and turned into several dark chains, tightening the shackles of the fake Qin Mo.

This is his spiritual world. Even if the dream is constructed by the other party, the basis of the construction is still his brain.

Well, of course he is in charge.

Qin Mo hung himself in the air, looking down at the other party, his pupils flickered with undisguised sarcasm.

"Nothing is impossible, I said it from the beginning, are you so sure you can beat me?"

The faint voice was filled with endless humiliation.

Fake Qin Mo's complexion is extremely ugly, he can't figure out why things have developed into what they are now.

But Qin Mo obviously won't answer his doubts.

Parasitism, which was thought to be a sure thing, now seems to have failed so completely.

"Oh, today... you really surprised me."

Rao is bound by chains and may lose his spiritual body at any time, but he still maintains enough elegance in the face of pressure.

"But next time, you won't be so lucky. The time is still long and the road is still far away. Don't worry, the game between us has just begun."

Fake Qin Mo raised his head, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his body gradually became illusory, looming, as if he was about to get out of trouble.

Since the parasitism failed tonight, it would be better to go first.

Qin Mo saw what he was thinking, but he didn't stop him or take any further action. Instead, he smiled and said:

"I'm not in a hurry at all, you are right, the days to come will be long, we still have more to play, you played a game with me earlier.

As the saying goes, courtesy is reciprocated, I can't lose, and I happen to have a game that I want to play with you. "

As soon as the voice was out of the mouth, Qin Mo continued to say: "Don't worry, whether you agree or not, you have to play this game. You have no choice."

The rules of the game he said are exactly the same as what Qin Mo said three days ago.

Treating the body in the same way as the person, that is exactly the case.

Hearing this, Fake Qin Mo paused, slowed down the speed of his body's blurring, and said:

"Oh? Interesting, let's hear it."

Relying on his great strength, he didn't panic at all, instead he acted interestingly.

But Qin Mo's next sentence immediately caused a slight change in his face.

"If I read correctly, you should be a member of the royal family, and this game is a small offensive and defensive game I designed for the royal family.

The rules of the game are very simple, also limited to three days, I attack you defend.

The highest status among the royal clan is Prince Jin. I will choose a time at random and personally send Prince Jin to meet the late emperor.

Your status in the royal family should not be low. You can send someone to protect Prince Jin, even if you send the Great Heavenly King, it’s up to you.

If Prince Jin survives three days later, you will win the game. "

The voice fell to the ground, and the dream once again fell into a long silence.

Prince Jin, an old man in the royal clan, has very high qualifications. Today, His Majesty has to call him an emperor uncle. He holds a lot of power in the clan and has a very important right to speak.

Moreover, he himself is a powerful Great Heavenly King.

Such a person, needless to say, even a fool can see his importance.

Prince Jin is definitely the backbone of the royal family. If those few old things are removed, he can be called the pillar of the royal family.

Now, Qin Mo wants to play a game with the other party about the life and death of Prince Jin.

Fake Qin Mo's eyes began to change quietly, and he was quickly thinking about the chips Qin Mo had in his heart.

After about a dozen breaths, he let out a sneer with the corner of his mouth raised, and said lightly:

"Although I don't know where your confidence comes from, I accept this game. See you in three days."

After finishing speaking, the dark power surged rapidly, and his figure continued to blur.

Seeing this, Qin Mo clapped his hands and smiled, nodded and said:

"Since that's the case, I wish you good luck, but it's better to stay here with your spiritual body."

Shua!

Thousands of magnificent sword lights flashed away.

The long sword that turned into a chain transformed into thousands of small swords in a thousandth of a second, and launched an attack without mercy.

Caught off guard, the fake Qin Mo wailed, and his mental body was wiped out instantly.

The dream constructed by him also began to collapse at this moment.

Qin Mo looked at the space that was constantly collapsing, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said lightly:

"It is agreed that only the winner of the game can stay, how can you not abide by the rules?"

In the dream, he is the only one left here now.

He is the winner.

…

…

So and so, three days later.

The imperial capital was as calm as ever.

People living in the imperial capital are also as usual, getting up early and working late every day, busy running around for their livelihood.

They didn't notice anything unusual, but occasionally complained about the increasingly hot weather.

The temperature in the imperial capital these days...is as high as forty-five degrees, approaching the fifty-degree mark.

Walking on the street is almost going to be roasted dry on the spot, and I can't bear it at all.

Of course, Prince Jin didn't feel much.

As the third rank of the Great Heavenly King, his demigod body is extremely powerful, and he has long been invulnerable to cold and heat.

Prince Jin hasn't been out in the past three days, and has been staying in a private residence in the restricted area of ​​the royal family.

At this time, in the magnificent hall, Prince Jin was sitting on the sofa, with a cup of high-quality hot tea on the coffee table in front of him, and the fragrance of the tea was overflowing.

Opposite him, there was a middle-aged man with a cold face. Although the man's movements were very casual, he could still see his vigilance and vigilance through certain details of him.

"Yongjiang, take it easy, you don't need to be tense all the time." Prince Jin said.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man named Wu Yongjiang looked up at him, shook his head slowly and said: "In four hours, three days will pass. At this time, it is better not to relax your vigilance."

Seeing this, Prince Jin couldn't help laughing.

He picked up the hot tea on the coffee table and said with a smile: "You, you are too cautious. This place is now a net, and there are three big heavenly kings hidden around, and eighteen heavenly kings. It is impossible for a fly Fly in.

Not to mention...you and I are sitting here.

If you want to take my head off under such guards, unless you are a fifth-order Great Heavenly King, you will only die.

That Qin Mo is just a young boy, although he has some talent and is lucky to be among the top levels, but with his current strength, it is far from enough. "

At this point, Prince Jin paused for a moment, with a look of sarcasm in his eyes, and then continued:

"I'm afraid that fellow Qin Mo has lost his mind and dared to let go of such wild words. Such arrogant people are destined to die young."

Obviously, he didn't think Qin Mo could win the game.

I just think this is nonsense.

If the news was not an order from Emperor Qin, he would never have cared about it, and would just dismiss it as if he had just heard the biggest cold joke in the world.

Wu Yongjiang, who was sitting across from him, felt a little at ease, but he was cautious by nature and did not let down his vigilance because of this.

He moved forward, looked at Prince Jin and asked cautiously in a low voice: "Speaking of which, why does Your Majesty know that Qin Mo is going to assassinate the Prince?"

"Well..."

Prince Jin looked pensive, and deep in his eyes seemed to be deep in thought.

After a brief silence, he said: "To tell you the truth, the king doesn't know the reason, but since your majesty said so, then as a subject, I can just do it."

"The prince is right." Wu Yongjiang nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, the hall fell into silence, and neither of them spoke again.

Time passed by like this, and the hands of the hanging clock hanging on the wall silently pointed to twelve.

The pot of hot tea on the coffee table was also finished by Prince Jin at this time.

He stood up straight, first laughed heartily, and then said with a smile on his face: "Young boy with a yellow mouth, that's all."

"It seems that I am indeed too cautious." Wu Yongjiang nodded.

"No problem."

Prince Jin waved his hand casually, and continued: "The three days strictly ordered by His Majesty have passed, and this prince can finally leave this prison.

A mere Qin Mo was able to restrain the king and all the royal forces. It seems that His Majesty attaches great importance to him.

Yongjiang, maybe I will trouble you to come over after a while, to erase this heartache for His Majesty. "

Prince Jin's eyes became sharper, and a fierce look flashed in the depths of his eyes, and there was a faint evil spirit around him.

"It's all up to the prince and His Majesty to arrange, and Yongjiang is always on call."

"Well, it's getting late tonight. Let's talk about it after the King meets His Majesty tomorrow and discusses it carefully."

After Prince Jin finished speaking, he strode out of the hall.

He couldn't leave this place for three whole days, just like a prisoner in prison, which made him very unhappy.

So, now that the time has passed, he's ready to relax.

Thinking in this way, Prince Jin got into his private car and headed quickly towards another part of the royal restricted area.

The royal guards hidden in the dark, after seeing him leave, also dispersed according to the previous arrangement, and did not stay any longer.

The order issued by Emperor Qin was to let them stay for three days, nothing more.

As for three days later, it seems that this question has never been thought about.

So, ten minutes later.

Prince Jin's private car slowly stopped in front of a hidden single-family villa in the restricted area of ​​the royal family.

This place is his own private property.

He placed two popular film and television stars in the empire here, and they would come here to enjoy action movie performances every now and then.

Moreover, these two stars are still twins, and they both have quite a few fanatical fans in the empire.

Prince Jin walked straight to the gate of the villa after getting off the car.

While in the car, the housekeeper had already notified the two sisters in the villa.

According to the past, when he walked to the gate, someone had already opened the door to welcome him in.

However, today is a bit abnormal.

Not only did no one open the door in the villa, even the lights were not on, and it was dark through the window.

Seeing this, Prince Jin couldn't help frowning slightly, his eyes flickering.

He was keenly aware that something seemed wrong.

Faintly heard...

Eerie sound.

(end of this chapter)