Online Games: Only I Can See Hidden Information

Shadow, cross the level to challenge the arena.

Accompanied by the sound of wounds being torn apart, with disbelief in his eyes, a strong man refused to fall.

"The guy who blew himself up wins!"

A halo flashed on Zhao Ziyan's wrist, and the number on the halo changed rapidly, finally staying at: thirteen.

Shadow Thirteen!

Zhao Ziyan's eyes were extremely determined, and he felt his blood boiling.

She's not trying to prove how great she is.

She wants to tell others that what she has lost must be taken back with her own hands (with the help of Death Song)!

Taking advantage of the little time left, Zhao Ziyan rushed to his opponent and said urgently,

"Quick, swear!"

The man smiled helplessly and shook his head, swearing on his real name that he would never reveal the details of the battle with Zhao Ziyan.

Especially Zhao Ziyan's skill that can reverse the situation and cause damage by moving!

After the other party finished swearing, the figures of both parties flickered, leaving the arena and returning to reality.

"Great!"

Zhao Ziyan waved his fists, excited.

Relying on [tearing the wound], she rushed to Shadow Thirteen in one breath!

"Who should I challenge next, Shadow Twelve or Shadow Eleven?"

While Zhao Ziyan was excited, he did not forget the biggest contributor this time.

After the challenge, making the other party swear to keep it secret was what Death Song taught her.

Don’t tell me, it really works!

Death Song finally understands these side theories.

She took out the small black box and started typing.

The guy who blew himself up: Death Song, my injury has improved, and I am now back to thirteen!

Death Song: Awesome, wonderful, wonderful!

Self-explosion guy: I plan to challenge Shadow Eleven, and I’m 60% sure of winning.

Death Song: 60% sure, isn’t that a sure defeat? Why fight?

Zhao Ziyan looked at the information on the small black box and fell into deep thought.

Although she didn't score high in every exam when she was in school, she still listened carefully to math.

Shige's math teacher seems to be worse than me.

What does a 60% chance of winning have to do with inevitable defeat?

Death Song: 60% certainty, which is equivalent to losing 40% before the fight begins. If we lose another 40% in the battle, we will only have a 20% chance of winning, which is almost zero after rounding off!

Zhao Ziyan read this passage three times.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with what you said?

The guy who blew himself up: In my opinion, what should I do now?

Death Song: Keep a low profile and become a blockbuster!

On the other side of the little black box, Ye Bai explained his fighting philosophy in detail, which opened Zhao Ziyan's eyes.

Finally, he concluded.

“The person who spends the most money and hides the most cards will be the one who lives the longest!

If you can only use one hole card, don't use two! "

The guy who blew himself up: After hearing what my friend said, I suddenly became enlightened!

The guy who blew himself up: I'll have a few drinks with my friends tomorrow, and I'll go fight with the monsters later.

She is still the same middle school student, and has not changed at all.

Ye Bai put away the small black box, and Zhao Ziyan's matter came to an end.

What he has to worry about now is King Huo Tian.

"If I guess correctly, King Huo Tian will come to your door this afternoon at the latest."

Ye Bai and Jiu Ye made an agreement that if King Huo Tian comes to fight, Ye Bai will fight against him.

Jiuye is responsible for keeping Ye Bai's identity secret.

In the training hall, during a break, Feng Dong came over with a face full of joy.

"Brother Bai, I'm treating you tonight!"

He pointed in the direction of the canteen and whispered, "I'll pay for it, and we'll open a small stove at night."

Ye Bai couldn't help but be curious, "What are you so happy about?"

Fit added on the side,

"He just spent all his money."

Hearing this, Ye Bai looked at Feng Dong with surprised eyes.

Are you still so happy after all the money is spent?

This person may have some serious illness!

"It's just a little money!"

Feng Dong waved his hand nonchalantly, unable to suppress the excitement in his bones.

"I just bought a skill book from my nephew, and the effect...ahem, I can't talk about this.

But one thing I can be sure of is that this skill book comes from the hands of a strong person! "

Feng Dong hid a lot of information and pretended to be the Riddler.

Little did he know, all his cards had been seen through.

Listening to Feng Dong's words, Ye Bai's face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and he said casually,

"Even if it was created by a strong God of War, how much can a skill book cost?"

Feng Dong replied casually, "Not much, 4,000 God of War merits."

"puff--"

Hearing this number, Ye Bai almost spit out blood.

Hello, old Xu!

A guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes actually works as a second-hand dealer to make money from the price difference?

hateful!

"so much?"

Zhao Lin whispered, his face full of surprise,

"I heard that one war god's meritorious service is equal to one million gold coins. Brother Dong, you are too rich!"

"right."

Fit explained, "He spent all the rewards from the last SSS-level mission."

Ye Bai felt that his heart was bleeding!

He sold 3 copies of [Open the Wound] for 5,500 Merits of the God of War, while Lao Xu sold 1 copy for 4,000.

After all, Ye Bai lost 6,500 God of War merits!

Ye Bai could only comfort himself,

"It's okay, there will be more opportunities to pick up Lao Xu's wool in the future!"

As a ninth-level God of War, Lao Xu has a lot of room for improvement. Even if he has received salary these years, his family fortune is not thin!

Moreover, Ye Bai realized something.

He can use Lao Xu to steal Feng Dong's wool!

It would be inconvenient for Shura himself to earn this money.

Lao Xu is like a first-level agent, distributing various precious items provided by Shura.

It can also be regarded as helping Ye Bai open up sales and better harvest the wool.

The only thing he has to guarantee is that Ye Bai earns the bulk of the profit... Bah, he wants the middlemen not to raise prices too high!

Just when Ye Bai was worried about money, he saw a familiar beautiful girl with a big iron scumbag.

The Second Master Ying - a bad woman!

The SS-level talent special training camp was supposed to communicate with Area B today.

Unfortunately, the second master hasn't fought Ye Bai yet, so they come again.

The bad woman walked into the training hall. She didn't rush to trouble Ye Bai, but looked at the time.

"It's 3 o'clock, let's pee first."

This is what Master Jiu taught them. They should go to the toilet at regular times and at the same time, so that they can live more like human beings.

It has to be said that Master Jiu can always teach some weird things, and he does so in the name of 'the first step in becoming a human being'.

Don't ask why, just ask and draw the sword.

Standing in front of the bathroom, the bad woman hesitated.

She had just been beaten in the men's room yesterday, and she had a psychological shadow.

The bad girl headed to the women's room, wanting to end the fight as quickly as possible.

As soon as she walked into the empty bathroom, the cold voice of a sunny boy came from above her head.

"Shura, I heard that you passed the level in 5S last night?"

Bad woman:......

"Can you please stop slapping me in the face?"

This is her only request, please!

Before he finished speaking, a fist as big as a casserole came down hard.

boom--

Abuse of food is about to break out!

...

A few minutes later, the second master, who had gained a lot of weight except for his face, walked out of the bathroom unsteadily.

A sneer curled up at the corner of her mouth, and the bad woman's face was one part sneer, one part cool, and one part careless.

What the hell, Huo Tianwang, the second most powerful god of war in the human race, the fierce rival of Master Jiu, the best boxer in the world...

It's all nonsense!

I tried my best to kill my mother!

twice!

If I am so brave, Yingyi should be my mother!

My head was buzzing with random thoughts, and five identical people walked in front of me.

The bad woman rolled her eyes. After all, she couldn't withstand Huo Tianwang's beating and passed out again.

Unconscious.