I’m Actually a Bigshot

Surrounding him should be the contestants brought from the ghost town, each of them is a different type of beauties, smiling and serving this young master with a happy face, sending a kiss from time to time.

"The young master's mother is his father's favorite lover now. It is said that he couldn't bear the primitive impulse and secretly ran to the human world to find the little beauty of the dog clan. The name of the race sounds quite noble, as if What kind of VIP is it?" Ma Mian analyzed seriously.

"..."

The young master in the picture just sat on the soft candy sofa and couldn't stop laughing, as if he was mocking the ignorant opponents in the same arena.

"So, do you want such a talent to go to a higher place step by step?" Even Su Qingxing felt a little funny at the moment, "Maybe it's a good thing, it's better to let this young master climb faster than everyone else." All high, so that everyone will be happy with today's decision."

The mixed-breed hellhound in the picture must be well aware of the bribery of judges, so he looks at ease. As for what will happen to the other teams on the same venue, it is not within the scope of this young master's consideration.

In the eyes of this young master, other contestants may be no different from bugs in the mud.

"Master Chief Judge, this young master is indeed fishing in troubled waters, but I still hope that you'd better read the list of all gift givers before making a decision." Snake Girl seems to be the one who has the most concerns among all the judges. Think a little more, "After all, the price given by the people is indeed very sincere, and it involves many families in the nineteenth city of the underworld outside of Garm, so..."

"Do what you want." The voice of the God of Death appeared at this moment, "Although I hate trouble, I am not afraid of anyone in the Temple of the God of Death."

Su Qingxing's own strength doesn't need to be afraid of these judges, but he is standing here as the second person in charge of the Temple of Death, so even if Su Qingxing doesn't name "The Temple of Death", those judges will still say everything he said. The word is linked to the Temple of Death.

In this case, what the God of Death said was to give Su Qingxing a reassurance.

"So what?" Su Qingxing looked at Snake Girl.

"So you still decided to cancel cooperation with all the monster races on the list for the sake of those eliminated who don't even know their names?" Snake Girl seemed a little embarrassed.

"Cancel all of them." Su Qingxing replied without hesitation, and turned to look to the other side, "Ma Mian, I need a list of all related households."

"Yes." Ma Mian replied without hesitation.

"Master Chief Judge, you can discuss with His Highness Death God..." Snake Girl is still trying to persuade Su Qingxing.

"No, what I said is what he wanted to say." Su Qingxing refused again, after all, the god of death is now standing beside him in the form of a snow wolf. If he really did something wrong, Su Qingxing would have already Be prepared.

"..." After listening to what Su Qingxing said, all the judges present suddenly had an idea - it turns out that His Royal Highness Death in the legend of the God of War is actually a strict wife? !

"Master Chief Judge, I have already sent the list, the venue where the relevant households are located, and the details of all the gifts." Although the horse's hooves are not easy to hit the light screen, the speed of doing things seems to be very fast, "passed With this list, you can cancel our initial assumptions about the eliminated and the winners."

"Hey, hello!" Everyone else seemed to be a bit unable to stand the speed of Ma Mian's "rebellion", and Su Qingxing also selectively ignored these private voices.

"Master Chief Judge, do you need to return the gifts one by one?" Ma Mian continued to ask Su Qingxing for instructions as if he hadn't heard it.

"No need." To the surprise of all the judges, Su Qingxing shook his head and said with certainty, "You just accept the gift like this, and share the portion left for me by the way. If those big shots have any objections If so, let them go to the Temple of Death to complain."

The atmosphere of the projection meeting immediately fell silent.

"I hope you all remember one thing." Su Qingxing's voice broke the silence of the original atmosphere, "I am the chief judge here, and I am the person in charge of the Temple of Death. You don't need to listen to anyone except me. If someone wants to reward you with a gift, you can accept it directly, but the only one who can order you during the Ghost Town Conference is the chief judge."

"Yes, Chief Judge." All the judges knew that their previous guess about the chief judge was wrong.

Originally thought that if Death did not attend this judging meeting, they could do whatever they wanted. Originally thought that the lady sent by the Temple of the Death God was just a vase, just put it nicely and don't make her tired, but they didn't expect that everything was their wishful thinking.

The Chief Judge indeed came here on behalf of the Temple of Death.

"Master Chief Judge, have you ever thought that what we did might cause trouble for His Royal Highness the God of Death?" Snake Girl was still the one with the most concerns.

"Miss Snake, have you ever thought about why I am sitting here instead of Death sitting here?" Su Qingxing's voice seemed to be smiling, but in the next second all the judges present felt a wave of Unbelievable coercion strikes!

Logically speaking, besides ensuring the privacy of the participants, the most important point of the projection conference is that no one can use force in the projection conference, so as to ensure that the projection conference will not cause additional incidents. But if under such circumstances, the judges can still feel the power displayed by Su Qingxing, then how strong is the chief judge?

Immediately, the other judges in the projection meeting were silent again. Who said that the chief judge was a vase?

The Grim Reaper who turned into a snow wolf felt that his fiancé had actually seen it very clearly, because Su Qingxing knew very well that he was more suitable to make such a willful decision as a fiancé of the Grim Reaper. After all, even if his decision was more willful, he could question him in the end Only His Highness the God of Death who is the fiancée, the others have no right to ask.

But in this world, His Highness the God of Death is the one who obeys his fiancé the most.

So... that's right, the current Su Qingxing's aura is so fearless, but as time goes by, all the judges are no longer stubborn or vacillating, but one by one began to calm down Work, after all, the chief judge did not intend to blame them for receiving gifts in private.

Seeing all the judges bow their heads and look up at their work, Su Qingxing waved the light screen on the round table with a smile. Although he didn't ask aloud, Su Qingxing could probably guess what the judges were thinking. Since Su Qingxing hoped that they would wholeheartedly work for him and for the ghost town conference, it is natural to give them some sweets to eat.

And those gifts that come to reward the judges are considered sweets.

"If there is nothing else, I will leave the next thing to you for the time being." Seeing that everything was back on track, Su Qingxing got up from the seat, tapped the shoes on his feet, turned and left.

"Please rest assured, Chief Judge." All the judges responded in unison.

Leaving the projection meeting, when Su Qingxing woke up, he was still lying on the cotton candy sandwich donut sofa by the bed, but the god of death was already leaning on the bed and looking at him. Perhaps because the eyes of the god of death were too focused, Su Qingxing couldn't help turning his eyes to another place.

"If I do this, I really won't cause trouble?" Although Su Qingxing was extremely tough in the judging meeting before, after leaving the projection meeting, the official in charge of the Temple of Death in formal attire seemed to go quietly again and changed back to holding a The guide who walks in the underworld with blue lanterns.

"If you get into trouble, what are you going to do?" Death looked at Su Qingxing curiously.

"Since I caused the trouble, I must solve it myself." Su Qingxing got up from the donut sofa, stretched his right hand forward, and the space around his five fingers seemed to be distorted for a moment.

"Don't use that power." The god of death pressed Su Qingxing's outstretched right hand in the next second, "Since I am here, you don't need to use this power."

Su Qingxing stared blankly at the hand that God of Death was holding down on him, and after a while, he asked an extremely abrupt question——

"Why did you choose me?"

This has always been a problem that Su Qingxing can't figure out. His Highness the God of Death in the underworld is a big man who can stand on the top of Mingshan Mountain. There are countless candidates from countless families in the nineteen cities of the underworld. Why did this His Highness choose to be trapped in the end? Myself in the stone tower?

"Because only you can."

Su Qingxing couldn't help opening his eyes wide because of Death's answer, but before he asked anything, he suddenly felt a familiar discomfort coming from his body.