My cards are not straight

Chapter 32 Black Crow

When the two black crows tilted their heads to question, they saw the human beings holding weapons in front of each other.

"Autumn bean sack!"

The evil ghost made a sound, but Wen Ning didn't hear that he was holding up the dagger in his hand to get to know the Pope, when a sound rang in his ear.

"Welcome to the third round of the Black Crow Round Table Storytelling. Please sit back to the seat of the black crow that left the seat."

Wen Ning's arm was blocked by an unknown force. Seeing that the dagger was about to stab a black crow to death, she exerted force unwillingly, and her arm was completely motionless.

Wen Ning looked up at Zhu Buping, and stopped when she saw that the other party was doing the same.

[Skill Card: Dagger Use Times 8/10]

Xiao Wei's voice sounded next to her ear, and Wen Ning sat back down with her eyes downcast.

She hates wasting a skill card for nothing!
"This story solitaire is led by me."

"Who?"

Zhang San asked aloud.

"I!"

Another sound.

"Who?"

Wen Ning also expressed doubts.

"It's all about me!"

Wen Ning followed the sound and found a black crow coming out from under the dissipated magician's coat.

If you look closely, you can also find that the crow's neck has been pinched.

Wen Ning recalled what the magician did before he died, and said, "Yo, are you still alive?"

The black crow flew into the air and gave Wen Ning a flying kick, "Please don't make me angry."

It flapped its wings and stood on the ruins of the collapsed round table. It proudly raised its wings and opened its mouth and said, "My agent this year, the Fool, has been harassed, but the second temporary agent has also been garrisoned. You are the most perverted people I have ever taken care of!" One-time member!"

The black crow's red eyes turned and saw Zhu Buping make a move. It took off and landed on the queen's shoulder, and the mahogany sword replaced it and stuck straight on the ruins.

The black crow stretched out its wings and pointed at Zhu Buping, and a hurricane blew past, destroying the mahogany sword and directly cutting off Zhu Buping's right ear.

"Don't try to get me, this is just a little warning."

Speaking of which, the black crow bounced and landed in front of Li Tingting. Its dark red pupils reflected the shrinking figure of the other party, and suddenly flew into the air and screamed.

"The third round of the story of the Black Crow Round Table will prohibit the use of any external force. Composite character setting is required. The third round of the first episode will officially begin. Please invite evil spirits to start, and then randomly draw black crows to solitaire."

The pitch-black feathers fluttered down in front of Li Tingting's eyes.

"You are a helpless girl. For some reason, you came home from school alone. When you were walking on the road, you felt that someone was following you behind you. You pretended to turn around inadvertently and saw a man wearing a black hat. ,you……"

The ghost story ended, and the crow hovering in the air landed on Zhang San's hat.

"It's up to you, outlaw fanatic!"

Zhang San was involved in the plot, and he walked home slowly along the plot.

The sun was gradually setting in the sky, the sky was crimson, and Zhang Sanyi shivered with a cool breeze.

He glanced at his clothes, two-quarter trousers for the track and field team, with legs exposed, no wonder it was so cold.

After walking a few steps, Zhang San felt a mouse staring at him like a mouse in the gutter. He would take a look, and when he saw the sneaky figure behind him, he decided to give him a look.

He gritted his teeth and gripped his schoolbag tightly.

Quietly took out the card and tossed it, the card landed gorgeously, without any movement.

Zhang San was horrified, really can't use it? !

Are the crows for real? !
He picked up the card and took the opportunity to take a peek at the person who was following behind him. Seeing the person following him, he broke into a cold sweat with fright.

Cards cannot be used, and most of the characters cannot be collapsed.

Now he is really a weak and beautiful girl who has no strength to restrain a chicken!

Like the dog of the man behind him, Zhang San, who was wearing a peaked cap, took off his cap to reveal a Mediterranean hairstyle.

In this way, I will never follow again!
As a result, after walking a few steps, Zhang San found that the other party was still following.

Could it be robbery.

He quickly threw away his schoolbag and fled here frantically.

At the end of the plot, Zhang San returned to the story club, holding the card with a dignified expression.

"Karma—the king will take over the story next!"

"You fled in a hurry. After a long time, you stopped to catch your breath. You looked behind you and found that the person was gone. You thought it was safe, so you relaxed and continued to walk towards home. On the way, you passed the river, and suddenly someone rushed from behind you and killed you. into the river."

"The king's story is over, Wintonie Solitaire!"

As soon as Wen Ning entered the scene, a large amount of river water was poured into his nasal cavity, and his eyes were so fascinated by the water that he couldn't open them.

She can swim, and in an instant she rescued herself and exhaled from the river.

The moment her head appeared, Wen Ning saw the person who pushed her into the river.

The man was wearing a suit and leather shoes and carried a briefcase like a social elite. He looked down at his watch. The moment the other person looked up, Wen Ning quickly judged, pretending to be drowning, and gradually sank into the river behind his ears.

After waiting for a while, Wen Ning crawled out of the river.

She lay on the shore gasping for air, rested for less than half a minute, and fled the scene wet.

Don't stay here for long!

As soon as she left, she was ejected from the plot.

Wen Ning, who was out of the plot, looked as uncomfortable as if she was constipated. She pointed her middle finger at the crow hovering in the sky.

The black crow glanced at her lightly, and opened his mouth and said, "Next, the Pope will tell the story!"

"You escaped from the scene and successfully returned to the community. You thought you were safe, and just unlocked the lock to go home. Footsteps came from behind. You looked back and saw the man just now. He was squatting at your door waiting for you."

"The pope's story is over, let Li Tingting take over the story next!"

Li Tingting, who entered the plot, looked at the man in her hand and wanted to run away in fright, but was pulled back by the man by the ponytail.

Li Tingting groaned when her hair was pulled, and her hands stretched across the man's arms, "Let... let me go!"

The man stabbed her directly from the back. Li Tingting's eyes widened and she tried to speak, but was stabbed again.

Blood spilled from her mouth, and she barely managed to say, "End of story."

Li Tingting, who jumped out by herself, had a knife wound on her body and died on the chair just like that.

"Grass!"

Zhang San was furious instantly, "You did it on purpose!"

"Quack quack - the story will continue, the story is not over yet, who will take over the story next?"

The black crow smiled wildly, and its dark red eyes scanned Wen Ning and Zhu Buping back and forth, as if to weigh who should die first.

Zhu Buping looked up at it, and the mahogany sword card in his hand made the black crow afraid.

Silently threatening it.

Just because it can't be used in the story doesn't mean it can't be used outside the story.

Between the strength of the two, Black Crow chose to send Wen Ning to his death!
"Wintoni continues to pick up!"

"Sister Ning!" Zhang San rushed towards Wen Ning quickly, but missed.

Wen Ning, who entered the second week of the plot, smiled horribly against the blood loss buff of being stabbed twice.

She stretched out her hand to hold the blade behind her firmly, and forcibly turned around to face the murderer.

The killer was clearly taken aback, but soon he stabbed harder.

Wen Ning was stabbed in the abdomen because of her powerless character and the loss of strength due to excessive blood loss.

The scene in front of me gradually blurred.

(End of this chapter)