wear it lord god

Chapter 1819 Survival Game 70
The audience outside the arena almost all voted for number 166, and the number of votes beside the live broadcast increased rapidly, and the gap displayed above was also approaching the end: "16%; 16.5%; 17%..."

Xi Ning stood still, waiting for the number to move towards 20%. Once it reached [-]%, the game would be over.

Looking at it in just half a minute, it has already reached 18%, and waiting any longer will only lead to a dead end. No. 133 hesitated again and again, and finally made a decision.

He clenched the table knife in his hand, stood up abruptly, and rushed over.

It was completely accidental that he was stabbed just now, and it was caused by his own underestimation of the enemy.In addition, I didn't have a good rest in the past two days, and I also suffered a big psychological blow.In addition, when ordinary people are attacked, they will either be frightened or react faster than usual.It must be so, it must be!

So if you kill her in the past now, you will win!
Seeing No. 133 rushing towards him, Xining fled immediately.She didn't say that she had to squat in this place and couldn't go out, she aimed at a place and rushed over, and suddenly opened the heavy cloth curtain.

The dazzling sunlight outside hit No. 133's face at once, and his eyes were so bright that he had to close them.Even after the curtain was lowered, the eyes were still full of white flowers.

Unable to wait until his eyes got used to it, he stretched out his hand and opened the curtain again, blocked the light in front with one hand, walked out, and it took several seconds to see the front clearly.

There is a public area with a swimming pool in front, but there seems to be no one.

He looked around, but still didn't see anyone.Where did this girl go?
There were a few staff members standing on the porch by the door. He looked over, and those staff members turned their gazes to his toes or the ground in front of him.For games, they will not participate and will not give any hints.

"Buzzing~" Several drones with cameras flew up and down the entire yard, and one of them flew to him and was filming him.Since it is a live broadcast, it is natural to track and shoot.

No. 133 tried to judge which positions they were shooting based on the position of the aircraft.

There is one that looks like it is facing the edge of the swimming pool, which is a visual blind spot. Standing here, he can't see if there are people hiding in the water over there.So he rushed over quickly, holding the table knife... But after running over, there was nothing in the water, and the "buzzing" engine sound of this boxy plane seemed to be mocking him .

He ran away angrily, put down the knife, grabbed a recliner and threw it at the plane.

The plane immediately dodged to the side, dodging the attack.And all the other planes flew over, taking a clear 360-degree picture of his distraught appearance.

"Come out, come out!" No. 133 yelled angrily.Once again, I felt that I would rather die on the battlefield at that time and sacrifice with my comrades.

At this time, Xining was still in the original position. After she opened the curtain, she immediately hid in the dark place next to it. There was a load-bearing column there, and she hid behind it. After going out, I slowly returned to the original game position.

Looking at No. 133 as a killer who couldn't find a murder target, he was cruel and violent. Originally, No. 133 could get a few votes, but now all the votes were cast on No. 166.

Xining clasped her hands together and put them under her lips, solemn and pious, but what she worshiped was not a god but an audience, who controlled her life and death.

"Please vote for me, I will definitely fulfill my promise, and strive to continue to live for the poor and needy in this world, please!"

It was dark all around, and all the faint light concentrated on this ordinary girl, creating a faint halo around her, sacred and gentle.

The votes continued to soar, reaching 19%. According to this speed, it will reach 1% in one minute.

Many viewers who voted frantically expressed their support on the pop-up screen, and many directly left messages, frankly telling 133 to die quickly.

The character design of No. 133 has completely collapsed. No matter how many honors he got or how thoroughly he destroyed these honors before, at the last moment, the moment when he picked up the knife and aimed at the weak woman in order to survive, represented his nature.

No. 133 looked empty except for the drone, and even the original staff members left without knowing when.

Although the staff will be shot if they kill the staff, a contestant who is doomed to fail and has gone crazy may pull people's backs, so it's better to avoid them.

Those square, unmanned aerial vehicles with cameras circled around him, pulling the camera all to him, up and down like dragonflies, making buzzing sounds.

As if he had thought of something, he turned around and cast his eyes on the hall where he came out... Then he ran towards the hall suddenly.

It never came out, it was always inside.You should think of it, this cunning guy!
He opened the curtain and rushed in.The sunlight from outside shone in again, only to see a figure standing in the middle of the front, the curtain fell down, and the hall immediately fell into darkness again.

Even if there is light in front of the eyes, due to the huge contrast in the eyes, a lingering halo is formed under the retina.

It doesn't matter, if you go any further, you will die. No. 133 rushed over with a table knife in his hand, and slashed at the position where No. 166 was standing just now.

Seeing the light behind her, Xining knew that number 133 had returned.When the curtain fell again, she stepped aside.

So he stood by the side, as if watching a clown performance, watching No. 133 holding a table knife and slashing fiercely at the place where she was standing before in a very standard hacking and attacking posture—now it is the air.

Barrage: "666..." "At such a critical moment, I burst out laughing" "Is 133 crazy? Let him die quickly, die early and go to hell sooner" "hahaha" "666"...

The voting has been going on, and the number of votes for No. 166 will be reached soon...

No. 133's eyes finally got used to it. Although there was still a little dizziness in front of his eyes, he could see clearly, and there was no one in front of him.

He turned around abruptly, and saw No. 166 standing about ten steps away in front. It was dark there, and only vague figures could be seen outside the range of the light.

Hurry up, or it will be too late... He rushed over like a tiger...

Suddenly a beam of red laser was aimed at him, and there was a "bang" gunshot, and he stopped suddenly, looked down at himself, and a stream of blood came out from the heart on the left side of his chest.

He turned his head and looked at the live broadcast projection next to him in a daze... The ratio on the tall digital column lit up in red, "20%" and "20%" lit up one after another.

Voting has stopped and results are produced.

The entire hall was lit up. Considering that the hall was always in a dark state, only one-third of the lights were turned on, but it allowed all viewers in the live broadcast room to see the hall clearly.

(End of this chapter)