Chapter 1365

Audience Assembly · Circus

"I heard that God-chosen players have different treatment from other top ten players and will be summoned by the gods personally."

"Zhen Xin might have gone for a one-on-one with the God of Amusement by now; want to pretend to be Zhen Yi to cause chaos?"

"I advise some people to be careful; don't turn yourself into an amusement for the sake of some amusement."

【Fraud】 believers can not take action, but they must not be sarcastic.

As a few "heh" fell, the silent stage seemed to have its curtain pulled away by someone, and it began to become lively.

"Heh, you think I'm Long Jing?"

The sneering voice came from the male 【Fraud】 believer standing at the highest point.

He was completely naked, with only a mask protecting his lower body, covering the key parts so as not to cause the book's tone to shift.

With the top three absent, he was the one with the highest score on the scene; although this liar often echoed ID speeches in the Audience Ladder, it seemed that he was not very satisfied with the fact that President Gong was pressing on his head.

He sneered at everyone under his feet, jumped up flexibly, jumped directly onto the mask platform that originally belonged to Long Jing, looked around for a while, and then frowned, muttering:

"Really didn't come?"

"Strange, Dragon King and the one surnamed Zhen are God-chosen, so it's fine if they don't appear; where did he, a ten-thousand-year-old second, go to join the fun?"

"?"

President Gong, who originally felt that everyone was hinting at him, wanted to go out to suppress the scene and show those guys under his feet some momentum, but when he heard this sentence, his eyes turned, he suddenly retracted his hand holding the outside of the mask, and silently hid back to the other side of the mask shadow invisible to everyone.

In the darkness, a pair of playful eyes emitted faint light, very much like a predator waiting for the prey to reveal its flaws.

I'll see how you... make a fool of yourself.

A group of liars below looked at the naked fourth jumping to the third mask platform without receiving any "rule punishment," their expressions were each wonderful, and then they spoke sarcastically one after another.

"You are still smart; although you can't compare to President Gong in the Audience Ladder, you can replace his position by jumping in the Audience Assembly."

"I think you look more like an acrobat than an acrobat."

"You say this world is also strange; acrobats are like Fools, victims are like acrobats, then who is like a victim?"

As soon as the words fell, a sharp arrow sound suddenly exploded at the position of this voice, directly blowing up the head with a playful smile!

This arrow was extremely fast, but unfortunately, it didn't see blood, because what it shot was only an illusion; the true trickster had long been hidden elsewhere.

Everyone saw this and was not surprised; instead, they said it was a pity in unison.

The archer on the ninth mask platform raised the long bow in his hand and sneered demonstratively: "Sorry, I thought you wanted to be that victim."

A gloomy voice came from the shadow of the eighth mask platform.

"Good courage, Du Qiyu, you dare to do it at the Audience Assembly?"

"Being able to maintain such a clear mind, there must be quite a few tamed beasts; if you haven't brought them all in, you must be careful, don't die here."

The bandaged man touched the bow, didn't care, and sneered again:

"I just shot an arrow at the air, how can it be considered doing it?"

"Are you injured, or dead?"

"No, right? Since not, ha, then what are you barking for?"

"Even if you know I'm a beast tamer, you don't have to be so anxious to pretend to be a dog to please me, right?"

"Your mother is dead."

This is not an insult, but a statement.

Liars who can walk here are not simple characters; no one will lose their composure and take action because of a quarrel, but before truly deciding to take action, using one's mouth is irresponsible.

The trickster hidden in the mask shadow said extremely disgustedly, "How did such a pervert get mixed into the liars?"

"I'm a pervert? Can I be more perverted than that pervert who doesn't wear clothes?"

"?" The naked mask man was unhappy; he emphasized, "This is predicting the enemy first, taking off the pants in advance, so as not to be deceived by some people until not even the pants are left."

"Who would covet your pants?"

"You care who it is."

"......"

"...... You two are half a catty and eight taels, but the one on top is a real liar, what are you?"

"Really think you are a beast tamer? I bah, go back to your sea of desire!"

Hearing this, the smile on the bandaged man's face gradually solidified; he said coldly: "Investigating me? Where did you know it from?"

"From your mother's mouth." The trickster was still spitting fragrance, "Are you satisfied? She also asked me to bring you a word, saying she found a wild father for you below, and gave birth to a wild brother for you, are you happy?"

The bandaged man trembled, and then pinched the long bow and shot three arrows at the shadow of the previous platform, laughing wildly at the same time:

"Satisfied, of course satisfied; thank you for helping me find my parents."

"Then trouble you to bring them a word for me, just say I saw a good dog today, the coat color is good, and I'll send it down to keep them company!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh——"

Three arrows were followed by three more; the bandaged man shot extremely fast; before everyone could react, countless arrows shot the mask platform above his head into a hedgehog.

He attacked while grinning: "Don't worry, I will send you down personally."

"Forget it, I have no intention of replacing your father's position."

The trickster sneered and counterattacked decisively; at this time, he couldn't care about the audience rules that he didn't know whether they existed or not; there were far more important things on the scene than rules, which was that he couldn't let these liars spread the news that he had stage fright.

Thus, they fought at the Audience Assembly.

This is an explosive thing anywhere; other believers waited for a year and finally looked forward to the opportunity to see the gods, but this group of liars started to take action in front of the "gods."

But for the liars, they didn't think there was any problem, and even felt it wasn't abstract enough.

Because the more abstract ones were above; the two 【Fraud】 believers on the fifth and sixth platforms discussed and opened a gambling game on the scene.

The seventh brother wanted to get involved and bet on the trickster to win, but when he jumped up and looked at the odds, he jumped back.

Because there was no option of who wins or loses in the gambling game at all; these two were betting on whether the fourth's mask was wearing pants, and if so, what color the pants were.

Solid color 1 to 5, pattern 1 to 17, not wearing 1 to 10001.

Normal people choose 3, the bookmaker loses steadily, but there are abnormal people on the scene who bet 1.

The fifth who opened the game was very curious and asked the other party why he dared to choose 1; the sixth sneered and said mysteriously: "I saw him wear it."

"......"

The scene fell silent instantly.

Even the two fighting liars stopped, and five pairs of eyes looked at the third platform at the same time, only to see the naked mask man standing at the edge of the mask seriously and saying to everyone under his feet:

"I bet not wearing."

Then he uncovered the mask under him in public.

He won.

The bookmaker closed the game and prepared to renege on the debt; the sixth raised his middle finger and cursed.

Only one quiet seventh sat on his own mask platform, expressionless, accustomed to it.

This is the Audience Assembly of 【Fraud】 believers, and also the abstract circus presented by liars to their benefactor.

Cheng Shi, who witnessed everything hiding behind the transparent curtain, was dumbfounded and shouted "addictive."

He never thought that the nothingness he understood was still too orthodox; these people in front of him were the true epitome of this era.

But then again, what about that little seven...?

His gaze looked at the bandaged man who stopped moving on the ninth platform, and he frowned slightly; the position where the bandages were wrapped was indeed where little seven had been injured on his face, but why was he still alive?

Did the skin-peeling bone knife fail?

Shouldn't be, or did someone impersonate little seven's identity, then who would it be?

Cheng Shi didn't rush to act; he decided to observe again.