In the center of the simple round table, a rough pen holder is placed, and the players in front of the round table each have their own ulterior motives.

Satan: "You must get the king and establish my prestige."

Saint: "Be sure to get the king, and you cannot give the right to others."

Bei Yao Maple Leaf: "Only by getting the king, can you confirm Mingyu's intentions."

Ye Mingyu: "Don't ask, asking is forced by life."

The principal of the young girl: "Hurry up and grab the king and leave this ghost game."

Halo: "Is this the King's Game? It's so interesting."

In fact, Ye Mingyu thinks he is not the weakest one.

Although he is still a little ant in front of the Creation-level boss, he should be able to dominate the world in this game.

Please don't forget his trump card.

I am a man favored by destiny!

I want to win this game, no one can stop the protagonist Halo!

Ye Mingyu concentrated on, held his breath, and waited for the final opportunity.

"Who is the country--"

Rub click.

The world is pressed like a movie.

All open and secret struggles cooled down instantly.

Bei Yao Maple Leaf raised his hand slightly, the miniature space magic circle summoned by Satan, the horror in the eyes of the young girl principal, Ye Mingyu's resolute expression...

All freeze.

It was ten:05:32 seconds now.

The time of this node is infinitely extended like a axis, as if the car is advancing forever on a highway without a destination.

It's endless, and it's repeated.

The saint blinked.

The black and red magic crawled around her like a spirit snake.

Another same phantom magnified behind him.

The face of the saint was like a sarcastic and mocking smile, and the phantom's hair color was not silvery, but brown-red like an abyss.

At this moment, there was a completely different world in front of her.

Time presents a perfect section, and she uses magic to perform subtle operations to form a closed circle to create an infinite approximation of time.

But even if the time is so short, it is enough for her to get the "king".

Victory belongs to the Saint.

She grabbed the bamboo stick.

Time recovery.

"Who is the king?"

Beiyao Maple Leaf and Satan were slightly surprised when they saw the saint taking the lead. His Majesty, who had not practiced enough, was a little panicked, but Beiyao was very calm.

She was calm no matter what condition, just like a delicate doll placed in the glass window on the counter, and the doll would not feel panic.

And more importantly...

Bei Yao Fengye knew that the Saint was reading his heart. When he looked at her and saw the magic array in her eyes, he already knew it.

So she stopped before she was in time and put a curse.

A forbidden spell called "The King's Game Can't Draw the King of China"!

The guy who developed this forbidden spell must be a very boring person.

But at this moment, Beiyao Maple Leaf will be grateful for his selfless dedication.

Magic involving cause and effect is the most immoral existence among all magic. It has always been known for being unreasonable, and even a saint cannot resist.

When the saint saw the serial number on the chopsticks, he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

In the end, I could only shake my head helplessly and was forced to accept this fact.

Then who is the king in his hands?

If it is according to the original plan, it will naturally belong to Beiyao Maple Leaf.

But the plan often cannot keep up with the changes. Ye Mingyu doesn't need to look at it and knows that the king must be in his own hands.

Because he has the protagonist aura!

Ye Mingyu had already understood a little while recalling his experience of fighting wits and courage with Golden Finger.

The power of the protagonist's halo is beyond his imagination.

Even if something he is extremely sure of will become full of uncertainty due to the effect of the halo.

Ye Mingyu folded his hands on the table, and the wind was light and clouds were calm, like a military advisor who had won thousands of miles away predicted the victory of the war, and was as calm as a mountain Titan.

"Who is the king?" he asked.

This is just a symbolic question.

As long as you have a little bit of a clue in your mind, you understand that the result is inevitable.

The destiny of heaven will eventually become king—

"I'm the king!" Haku Jiang waved her hands in surprise.

At this moment, Ye Mingyu looked stiffly at the chopsticks in front of Haohuanjiang.

There are two clear words on it, and there are only two words, which fall into Ye Mingyu's heart, as if a mountain suddenly pressed down. He was pressed down at the foot of the mountain, his body was out of control and his voice was blocked.

This is impossible!

The protagonist's halo will not fail!

Gradually, something he had ignored appeared in his mind again.

Halo Jiang also seems to have the protagonist halo.

She is the most perfect template in the world, copying everything Ye Mingyu has except for gender, including the Golden Finger! And from another perspective, Halo Jiang is the protagonist Halo itself!

If I have the male lead halo.

That Halo Jiang has the legendary halo, is it?

Ye Mingyu had a toothache.

"I'm so lucky." sighed the young girl principal.

She took out the small biscuits that were still a month away and stuffed them into her mouth one by one, with biscuit crumbs on her lips.

This cat girl hasn't realized the seriousness of the matter yet!

From now on, this Kings game is no longer affected by luck or strength, but is completely under the control of Halo.

If you don't think it sounds bad, you're a big mistake!

Ye Mingyu guessed what would happen later.

"Well, let me think about what to do," Hao Huan Jiang smiled innocently. She looked around and saw the small biscuits in the principal's hand, and gave it an interesting idea: "The fourth number picked up the biscuits and fed them to the person in front of the right!"

Yes.

No suspense.

Ye Mingyu looked down at his number, then looked at the front right.

On the front right is Halo sauce.

Since Halo Jiang has the heroine's halo, this kind of thing will naturally happen.

Everyone focused their eyes on them, and Ye Mingyu felt that he was instantly seen.

"I'm number four." He stood up.

Halo Jiang's face suddenly turned red.

She looked like a scared little rabbit, her eyes became panicked, and finally she mustered up the courage to stalk her neck, as if she wanted to say something, but before she could say it, she shrank her neck back.

"I..." Halo Jiang's voice lowered several scales.

Probably shy.

Ye Mingyu looked at Hakuan Jiang's face carefully.

Although it is very beautiful and cute, you need to have a figure and be pretty, and you are young and beautiful, almost perfect, but...

I just can't have any desire.

It's tasteless.

With the contract between the summoning object and the host, Haku Chan sensed the changes in Ye Mingyu's mood.

The girl's self-esteem surges.

She glared at Ye Mingyu and said in shame: "What does it mean? I don't have any charm?"

Hearing this sentence, Saint, Satan and Beiyao both turned their heads.

I can't bear to look at it anymore.

In this case, I can't be jealous at all.

After all, whenever I see Halo Jiang, I only feel like I see the mom-made version of Ye Mingyu.
Chapter completed!