I’m Actually a Bigshot

    The matter involves the vital interests of No. 666 Ghost Town, so Su Qingxing has to intervene.

    As of now, Su Qingxing can only be glad that he came earlier rather than coincidentally. If he can't stop these guys who are rich in his own pockets, then the contestants of Ghost Town No. 666 don't know what they will experience. I don't know if I was suddenly eliminated when I woke up, or was instantly killed by the system the moment I met the sixty-seven young master...

    You must know that being eliminated at the Ghost Town Conference is not as simple as taking a break. The eliminated players are likely to face ashes and never survive.

    Under such circumstances, how could Su Qingxing continue to remain silent?

    "I want to see the image of the sixty-seven young master, can I tune it up?" Su Qingxing's tone was calm, but to the judges, it sounded more like a brief silence before the storm.

     "Master Chief Judge, all the pictures that appear on the light screen here are random." Mo Lao replied tremblingly.

    "Really?" Su Qingxing smiled again, but it was more frightening than before.

    "You can call it out." This time, it was Ma Mian who had not spoken much, he even turned to look at other colleagues, "Everyone, I feel that I am keeping a secret in front of the chief judge. It's not a good choice. Please remember that we are the judges, and sitting there is the chief judge and the second person in charge of the Temple of Death."

    Su Qingxing glanced at Ma Mian silently, knowing that he had already made the first choice, and knew very clearly which one should be chosen before the related households and the general reviewer.

    The image of the young girl that Su Qingxing found just now started playing again, and the entire screen was even split into four in an instant.

    In these four light screens with different pictures, Su Qingxing saw the team where the young girl was, the team where the glasses man FT was, the team at No. 666 Ghost Town, and another team where Su Qingxing did not Team seen.

    The hooves of the horse face moved on the light screen, and then the light screen of the first three teams disappeared instantly, leaving only the image of the last team that Su Qingxing was completely unfamiliar with, which was continuously enlarged, and everyone could even listen to it. until a sound emerges from the screen.

    "Sir, is it really okay for us to just hide here?" It was a woman who spoke, and a woman whose voice could be heard delicately.

    "What is hiding? We're just here for vacation." Another voice sounded young, but also arrogant, "After the other ghost towns are almost beaten, I will join you little beauties. How about going to the next stop?"

    "Sir, don't we really need a game?" This time, the voice was crisp and a little childish.

    "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!  

    In the picture, a man and several scantily clad young women are lying on a luxurious-looking gummy sofa, eating marshmallow roses in their hands. The place where this team is located is not a rest station or the like, it looks more like a mansion on the food planet!

    In the corner of the living room where they were, several aborigines in candy paper costumes had their mouths blocked by oversized candy balls, and their bodies were tied with elastic gummies, whimpering there. Wooing supplicant what. Judging from the environment at the scene, those few people should be the original owners of this house.

    There were several people in maid costumes standing among the contestants, pinching their shoulders and beating their legs for the guy sitting in the middle of the sofa with a frightened face.

    As for the guy sitting in the middle...it should be the sixty-seven young master from the outside family of the Garm branch, as if he was afraid that others would not know his identity, wearing a dress that said The black and white T-shirt with the words "Garm" and a pair of large black ears drooping on the top of his head also indicate his canine identity.

     Surrounding him should be contestants brought from ghost towns, each of them is a different type of beauties, who are lying beside him smiling and waiting for this cosy young master, sending them from time to time A sweet kiss.

    "This little master's mother is his father's favorite lover now. It is said that he could not resist the primitive impulse and secretly ran to the human world to find the little beauty of the dog race, the name of the race It sounds quite noble, like a VIP, right?" Ma Mian analyzed it seriously.

    “…”

    The young master in the picture just sat on the gummy sofa and couldn't stop laughing, as if mocking the ignorant opponents in the same competition venue.

    "So, do you want such talents to go higher step by step?" Even Su Qingxing felt a little amused at this moment, "Maybe it's a good thing, it's better to let This young master climbs higher than everyone else, so everyone will be happy with today's decision."

    The mixed-race hellhound in the picture must be well aware of the bribery of the judges, so he just sits back and relaxes. As for what will happen to other teams on the same venue, it is not within the scope of this young master's consideration.

    In the eyes of this young master, other contestants may be no different from bugs in the mud.

    "The chief judge, this young master is indeed a bit troubled, but I hope you'd better read the list of all gift givers before making a decision." Snake seems to be the most concerned among all judges One of them, many times thinks more than Mo Lao, "After all, the price they give is very sincere, and it involves many families of the Nineteen Cities of the Underworld other than Garm, so..."

    "Do what you want to do." The voice of the **** of death appeared at this moment, "Although I hate trouble, no one is afraid of the **** of death."

    Su Qingxing's own strength does not need to be afraid of these judges, but he is standing here as the second person in charge of the Temple of Death, so even if Su Qingxing does not say the name of "The Temple of Death", those judges Still tying every word he says to the Shrine of Death.

    In this case, what Death said was to pass the reassurance pill to Su Qingxing.

    "So what?" Su Qingxing looked at Snake Girl.

    "So you still decided to cancel the cooperation with all the demons on the list for the sake of those eliminators who don't even know their names?" Snake Girl looked a little embarrassed.

    "Cancel all." Su Qingxing answered without hesitation, and turned to look to the other side, "Ma Mian, I need a list of all related households."

     "Yes." Ma Mian answered without hesitation.

    "Master Judge, you can discuss with His Highness Death..." Snake girl is still trying to persuade Su Qingxing.

    "No, what I said is what he wanted to say." Su Qingxing refused again, after all, the **** of death turned into a snow wolf and stood by his side, if he really did Su Qingxing had already prepared for something inappropriate.

    "..." After listening to what Su Qingxing said, all the judges in the audience suddenly had an idea - it turns out that the essence of His Royal Highness in the legend of the legendary God of War is a wife who is strictly controlled? !

     "Master Chief Judge, I have sent over the list, the competition venue where the affiliates are located, and the details of all the gifts." Although Ma Mian's hooves are not easy to tap on the screen, they do things well. The speed seems to be very fast, "Through this list, you can cancel our initial preset of the eliminations and winners."

    "Hello!" Everyone else seemed to be unable to bear the speed of Ma Mian's "betrayal", and Su Qingxing also selectively ignored these private voices.

    "Master Judge, do I need to return the gifts one by one?" Ma Mian continued to ask Su Qingxing for instructions as if he didn't hear him.

    "No need." To the surprise of all the judges, Su Qingxing shook his head and said with certainty, "You just accept the gift as it is, and by the way, the one left for me is also Divided. If those big men have opinions, let them go to the Temple of Death to complain."

    The atmosphere of the projection meeting immediately fell silent.

    "I hope you will remember one thing." Su Qingxing's voice broke the silence of the original atmosphere, "I am the chief judge here, and the person in charge of the Temple of Death, besides me, You don't have to listen to what anyone says. If someone wants to give you a gift, just accept it, but the only one who can order you during the ghost town convention is the chief judge."

    "Yes, the chief judge." All judges knew that their previous guesses about this chief judge were wrong.

    I thought they could do whatever they wanted without Reaper attending this jury meeting. Originally thought that the lady sent by the Temple of Death was just a vase, just put it in a good-looking way and don't make her tired, but they didn't think that everything was their wishful thinking.

    The chief judge indeed came on behalf of the Temple of Death.

    "Master Judge, have you ever thought that we might cause trouble for His Highness by doing this?" Snake Girl is still the one who worries the most.

      All of the judges felt an incredible pressure hit!

    It stands to reason that in addition to ensuring the privacy of the participants, the most important point of the projection meeting is that no one can use force in the projection meeting to ensure that the projection meeting will not breed additional troubles. But if the judges can still feel the power displayed by Su Qingxing under this circumstance, how strong is this chief judge?

    Suddenly, the other judges of the projection meeting were silent again. Who said that the chief judge was a vase?

    Death, who incarnated as a snow wolf, felt that his betrothed had actually seen it thoroughly, because Su Qingxing knew very well that he, as the betrothed of death, was more suitable for making such a willful decision, after all, even if his decision Be more self-willed, and in the end, the only person who can question him is His Highness the God of Death, who is the betrothed. Others have no right to intervene at all.

    In this world, His Highness the God of Death is the one who is most obedient to his own engagement.

    So... yes, the aura of Su Qingxing now is so fearless, but as time goes by, all the judges are no longer **** or swaying left and right, but instead Everyone began to calm down and work, after all, the chief judge did not intend to blame them for receiving gifts in private.

    Seeing all the judges bowing their heads to work, Su Qingxing waved off the light screen on the round table with a smile. Although he didn't ask aloud, Su Qingxing could probably guess what the judges were thinking. Since Su Qingxing wanted them to do things for him wholeheartedly for the Ghost Town Convention, he naturally wanted to give them some sweetness.

     And those gifts that come to treat the judges are sweet.

    "If there are no other things, the next things will be left to you for the time being." After Su Qingxing saw that everything was back on the right track, he got up from the seat, clicked on the shoe drawer on his feet, and turned around Exit backwards.

    "Please rest assured, the chief judge." All judges responded in unison.

    Leaving the projection meeting, Su Qingxing was still lying on the marshmallow-filled doughnut sofa beside the bed when he woke up, but Death was already leaning against the bed and watching him. Perhaps it was because the God of Death's eyes were too focused, Su Qingxing couldn't help but turn his eyes to another place.

    "If I do this, I really won't cause trouble?" Although Su Qingxing was very tough during the review meeting before, but after leaving the projection meeting, the person in charge of the Temple of Death in formal clothes seems to be Quietly gone, changed back to the guide who walked the underworld with a blue lantern.

    "If you cause trouble, what are you going to do?" Death looked at Su Qingxing curiously.

    "Since the trouble I caused, I must solve it myself." Su Qingxing got up from the donut sofa, stretched his right hand forward, and the space around his five fingers seemed to be distorted for a moment.

    "Don't use that power." The God of Death held down Su Qingxing's right hand in the next second, "Since I'm here, you don't need to use this power."

    Su Qingxing stared blankly at the **** of death holding his hand, and after a while, he asked a very abrupt question—

    "Why me?"

    This has always been a problem that Su Qingxing can't figure out. His Highness the God of Death in the underworld is a big man who can stand on the top of Mingshan Mountain. There are countless candidates for countless famous clans in the nineteen cities of the underworld. Why is this His Highness finally chose himself trapped in the stone tower?

    "Because only you can."

    Death God's answer made Su Qingxing widen his eyes, but before he could ask anything, he suddenly felt a familiar discomfort in his body.

    "What?" Death immediately noticed Su Qingxing's discomfort and guessed the reason, "Could it be... hunger?"

    Su Qingxing subconsciously took a deep breath, but did not relieve the familiar hunger, but felt that this feeling of emptiness in the abdomen was even more painful and unsustainable than the last time.

    At this time, Su Qingxing vaguely heard the sound of opening and closing the door and the sound of hurried footsteps from outside the room.

    "It seems that other people are also awake." Death looked in the direction of the door, "The hunger seems to come at a fixed time, and it must be filled during this time."

    "..." Su Qingxing didn't say anything, just moved a little to make himself farther away from the **** of death.

    "You must eat."

    "I can bear it." Su Qingxing seemed to see the girl he had seen before, "If I can't bear it, I'm afraid that one day I will be like those two people, biting your arm. ."

    "Isn't that better?" The **** of death approached his betrothed directly, "It should taste good."

    “…”

    "You've been afraid." Death stared at the betrothed in front of him, "I've always been afraid of me approaching, I've been afraid of the connection between us, I've been afraid of walking into the Temple of Death, I've been afraid Afraid to walk into a completely unfamiliar world."

    "It's normal." The hunger has been increasing, Su Qingxing even felt that the gods of death in front of him had become two, that is, two oversized alcoholic chocolates, "Our world is not There should be a meeting."

    "We've already met." Death knew that in Su Qingxing's eyes, he was a big piece of boozy chocolate, so he stopped, "If you can relax, you may find that you meet me. It's not necessarily a bad thing."

    "My betrothal will always be with you and will not make you lonely. My betrothal will always protect you and will not hurt you. I like the way you smile, never Make you cry. Most importantly, I know exactly who you are, so I'll never let you be scared."

    When the **** of death said the last, Su Qingxing had already jumped into his arms, looking like he was about to bite down on his neck, and I don't know if Su Qingxing heard what the **** of death said before those words.

    At the last moment when Su Qingxing was about to bite down, he stopped, and tried his best to hold on to the shoulder of Death God, pinching it heavily.

    "You know who I am, but I don't know who you are." When Su Qingxing looked up at the **** of death, his eyes were full of entanglements and struggles in the fight against hunger.

    "Then I'll tell you."

    After the death **** finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed.

     entanglement, craving.

    After a while, Su Qingxing's brain began to be in a trance. He didn't know which was real and which was illusory. He just felt that he was drunk, full of food and drink, and just wanted to lie down in the most comfortable place. Get some sleep.

    It was at this time that Su Qingxing seemed to have a dream, in which he saw many scenes that he had never experienced before.

    Those scenes are so real, those experiences seem to be right in front of you... It feels like Su Qingxing is borrowing another pair of eyes to see the life experienced by another person.

    Through those eyes, Su Qingxing saw the familiar stone tower.

    The place where the stone tower is located is a barren desert, which is the most desolate place in the underworld, and even the birds of the underworld are unwilling to fly within a radius of a hundred miles.

    Occasionally, a few overbearing crows flew across the desert, but soon they seemed to have lost all their strength and fell directly on the desert, unable to get up again.

    What Su Qingxing saw with those eyes was that kind of stone tower and that kind of desert. It is strange to say that Su Qingxing has been trapped by the stone tower for so many years, but he rarely sees this scene from the outside, so it is very strange.

    Immediately, a street belonging to a ghost town appeared in front of Su Qingxing, but it was not a street belonging to No. 666 ghost town, but a ghost town where half of the streets were frozen.

    Su Qingxing dreamed that the street was full of evil spirits, and the owner of these eyes was facing the never-ending rectification.

    And then, Su Qingxing saw a battlefield through those eyes. Su Qingxing did not understand war, but he could understand the tragic scene of that picture and how many people sacrificed in that war. life.

    Su Qingxing has seen wars again and again. The owner of these eyes is like a fearless **** of war. Even if he is injured, even if he is killed, even if he is directly pushed off a cliff, he seems to be able to use his fingernails with both hands. Pierced the gap, and crawled back from **** to the underworld with blood on his hands.

    Even the drunk Su Qingxing couldn't help but wonder... What kind of faith is the master of this pair of eyes surviving time and time again, and conquering everything in front of him with submission time and time again.

    In the end, Su Qingxing saw the Temple of Death at the top of Mingshan Mountain, and the owner of these eyes walked up step by step, and finally reached the highest point under the ceremony of the army on both sides!

    Su Qingxing knew whose memories he saw, but he was already drunk, so after a quick glance at those memories, Su Qingxing fell directly into the arms of the **** of death and fell asleep past.

    For such a result, the **** of death suspects that Su Qingxing can't remember the dream just now, or even the words he said to him before.

    Faced with such a result, Death was not discouraged, he knew that he was just wishful thinking from the beginning. So in the beginning, the God of Death even planned to never show his identity in front of Su Qingxing. He only needed to watch it quietly, and he could feel this happiness.

    But after so many things, Death felt that he would soon be able to determine one thing, and that was whether he was wishful thinking.

    Thinking like this, the **** of death still hugged Su Qingxing, who was sleeping in the past. Instead of choosing the bed that was close at hand, he took the engagement person in his arms and sat on the donut by the window. Go down, snuggle together, and look out the window at the night that belongs to the food planet.

    I don't know if the stars in the sky of this planet are also made of some kind of sweets. After Grim Reaper looked at the sky, he looked at Su Qingxing in his arms, and soon fell asleep together.

    When Su Qingxing woke up, he found himself lying in the arms of a certain Death God like a child, and he did not resist all night. The groggy head made Su Qingxing unable to remember what happened last night.

    But Su Qingxing always felt that what happened last night seemed to have slightly changed the situation. Get up to get up this thing.

    To be honest, Su Qingxing didn't find this feeling of snuggling at all disgusting, he never disliked this feeling of being depended on.

    "Sorry...Thank you." Su Qingxing apologized first, then thanked him again, and then struggled to get up from the arms of Death.

    Death did not hold back. In fact, he felt satisfied with his solitude last night, and knew that many things could not be solved by himself. After all, Su Qingxing was also an independent individual, and naturally he could Make your own choices.

    Be content, take your time!

    Death told himself while looking at Su Qingxing's back.

    And just as Death was about to take it slow, a voice entered his and Su Qingxing's minds—

    "Everyone, there's a team coming down this street, should we leave?"

    That was Qiao Lu's voice, it should be Qiao Lu who detected a team approaching, so he immediately reminded him. If they leave at this time, they can definitely stay far away from that team.

    "People must have faith." Su Qingxing shook his head, "Since I promised to help in the store this morning, I can't lose faith. However, I will also ask other people's opinions. "

    Su Qingxing opened the door and continued to ask, "Which team is it?"

      question."

    Su Qingxing also remembered the picture he saw at the jury meeting. The girl seemed to be filling her stomach all the time, and judging from her expression, it was obvious that she had almost lost her mind.

    "Is there anyone with dog ears on their head?" Su Qingxing's second thought was the Garm team, but then he thought it was unlikely. After all, the young master seemed to plan to So stay where you are until the game is over.

    "I didn't see it, it should be the team I couldn't detect in detail before." Qiao Li's tone was a little thoughtful, "I didn't remember it before, but at the beginning I remember it was there. There was a man with glasses in the line, kind of like the one in the newspaper."

    In other words...is that the team of the male murderer?

    "Don't worry." Chubai and Qin Guan walked out of the room opposite, "Even on the same street, the two teams may not meet."

    "Stay." Qin Guan was still chewing the mint stick with a painful expression on his face, "The boss let us stay for one night for free, and it's too inauthentic to just turn around and leave."

    "Rarely agree with what you said." Mu Rong also stretched out from the other room, "During this morning, we were not contestants, just ordinary people. It's just a shop assistant."

    "Actually, I borrowed some things from the boss last night." Chu Bai said, and brought the things hidden behind him directly to the front, and showed everyone with a smile, " If there is such a thing, even if you run into it, it will be the enemy’s secret, and you will have the first opportunity.”

    It turned out to be… a few pieces of aboriginal style clothes, and it was also a brightly colored waiter style!

    "Lord Guide, the team is coming this way."