How Am I Still Alive?

Social death? Or really dead? this is a problem?

"Impossible, the society dies first, and then the real death, and none of them can escape."

Seeing the two bald heads on the scene with frightened faces, Lu Pingan patted Xiaomu's head in a vicious way.

With the God of Fighting domineering on three sides and the positive teaching of "continue to fight under any bad circumstances", such a development seems to be understandable.

Whether it is acceptable or not is a matter of opinion.

The deathmatch between the two monks came to a standstill at that moment, obviously their heads were also overloaded at that moment.

If you choose women's clothing, just imagine a muscular and bald skirt and die on the spot is just the basis, and it is inevitable to be photographed and spread widely.

If you choose a female body, the two don't wear much, and they are both muscular sticks. They may be even more blind, and at the same time, they may leave a lifetime of shadows.

".It seems that no matter how you choose, it is based on the premise of a lifetime of shadows. Tsk, that's really ruthless."

It's always fun to watch other people's fun.

The wicked Lu Pingan laughed out loud, especially when he saw

"Time is up, then, start with random selection!"

A burst of evil pink light sprinkled, and the two sides completed their "transformation" in an instant.

A muscular man, with his sister-in-law's colorful floral shirt on his upper body, and a black silk skirt on his lower body. He also comes with super heavy makeup that looks like a small country bar, but he has thick foundation and red lips. Uh, Lu Pingan smiled It came out, but someone almost sprayed it out.

The other one is much better. "She" has black hair that grows directly to her waist!

The muscular lines have become beautiful, full of masculinity, and there is a middle-aged beautiful woman's face in the style of a masculine beauty.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

On the spot, the two sides suffered a 100,000-pound mental attack and uttered shocking screams.

However, at this time, the two sides are still fighting together, and they can't make mistakes and can't stop.

Who's winning? The sissy boss who punched his opponent in the face won.

Because "she" couldn't see her own face after all, but the big guy in women's clothing could see her little skirt, and her mentality exploded even more thoroughly.

"Tsk, what a tragedy." Looking at the victor who wanted to cry but had no tears frantically covering his chest, Lu Pingan could hardly keep from laughing.

As the most able to cultivate the mind of the Enlightenment Department, the appearance of the two sides directly breaking the defense is really a little hard to see. Maybe they are the two who were selected relatively inferior.

But Lu Pingan thought about it. If he was in such a scene, he really had to choose tsk, it would be better to jump into the sea.

"Congratulations to Mrs. Liu Dapeng, let my lord reward her for getting off to a good start."

The light from the sky fell, covering the "lady", and after a while, he showed a joyful smile. It seemed that he was very satisfied with this "grace", but...

"Ugh, it's even uglier when you smile. I hope he can smile tomorrow."

Looking at the "tourists" who were frantically taking pictures and taking photos on the deck, Lu Pingan expressed sorrow for the future of that Liu Dapeng.

".Damn, who put this in, said the first few to be more serious. Uh, sorry, a small work mistake is definitely not my lord's bad taste."

In the sky, the master of ceremonies who forgot to turn off the microphone also made a little joke.

But it's hard to say whether it was an accident or a trick to ease the atmosphere so that everyone would not abstain directly.

In short, after a burst of good-natured laughter, the scene became a little more relaxed until the two unlucky ones were shaken into it again.

One of them was holding a coffee and a sandwich in one hand, and the other was holding a camera to snap a picture. They were just people watching the scenery, and they instantly became people in the scenery.

But this time, it was slightly different from before, but it was.

"Everyone understands the rules, please place your bet!"

Well, the betting tables in the sky, and the constantly beating multipliers, speak for themselves.

"It's finally here!"

"This is the race!"

"Who to buy, who to buy?!"

And these noisy customers immediately became noisy.

But in this day and age, it seems to be quite normal.

"The winner will receive at least one low-level divine favor or gift from my lord. The more brilliant the performance, the better the reward. And the loser will also receive 10% of the betting profit."

No professional likes to be looked at like a monkey, but if the rewards are sufficient and there are additional large profits, it is another matter.

The loser has the profit of the game, but the winner? Even the lowest-level and most useless graces obtained by the victors are absolutely impossible to buy with money under normal circumstances.

The profit share for the losers will definitely be considerable. Those rich people who bet on the game spend extremely exaggerated money, but from this perspective, it is more like a consolation prize or medical expenses.

"In these days, even the God of Fighting smells like copper."

".Do you know who owns three of the top ten bookmakers and horse betting companies in Dongguo?"

"I didn't know it before, but I know it now."

It is no news that Zhengshen participates in local management. Every god has its own "industry".

Lu Ping'an feels subtle, but thinking about it carefully, "fighting for a huge reward" seems to really fit the action mode of the God of Fighting.

Commercialization itself has brought huge benefits and traffic, and at the same time, it has also brought stable income and backup resources to the church.

"only."

"A little upset? It's normal, and I'm also upset. We professionals are not fighting dogs in a cage."

Wang Hai said indignantly that as a young man, even though he tried his best to suppress his emotions, he still felt a little uncomfortable and unfair in the face of this situation.

".Uh, I want to ask, can contestants place bets? Is it too late to place bets now?"

But obviously, for Lu Pingan, there really seemed to be nothing that he couldn't do at all.

Just seeing Wang Hai's embarrassed face, Lu Pingan shook his head and said with a smile.

"The more you care about it, the more excited they are. In their eyes, maybe this is an opportunity to spend money to make high-ranking professionals fight in a cage, but..."

In Lu Ping'an's calm words, there was undisguised disdain.

".But the fact is that they are nothing. Even without them, we would still gamble and fight for a chance to advance for the sake of God's grace. From another perspective, they came here to give money to support professionals."

With a few words, Lu Ping'an calmed down Wang Hai's irritable mood. He sensed that his classmate might be under a lot of pressure, and the enlightened person's cultivation could no longer hold back the innate ghostly rampage.

"What about the truth?"

The big cat is only interested in Lu Ping'an's opinion.

"They look at me, love me, like me, or hate me, hate me, and want to kill me. It's none of my business."

The young man smiled, appreciating everything in front of him, not only the death fight inside the game, but also those "insiders" who thought they were outsiders.

He also saw more in his eyes.

In the entire secret realm, there are tangible or invisible "golden chains" linking everything.

To be chained, to be a member of the cage fight, to be a part of this ceremony, not only the contestants, those spectators, are also offering sacrifices for this ceremony.

"It's kind of interesting. Emotions, excitement, gambling, life, money, as long as you have everything, you can all engage in 'gambling'. Fighting?"