This Damned Thirst for Survival

Lu Yi was very lucky to win the host card. Although Jiang Luo was heartbroken, a better plan appeared in his mind.

He no longer blocked them, but pretended to be extremely dissatisfied with the poor people's drawing of the master card: "Why is there still a master card in the civilian box?"

The waiter was not surprised by his performance and calmly said: "Guest, please understand that the result of the lottery is not within our prediction."

Jiang Luo sneered, and stood aside with arms folded, "Then I'll be here to see what more cards they can draw."

Although there were several people in Lu who came together, they were in pairs, pretending to be unfamiliar with each other. The six of them quickly drew the cards, just as Jiang Luo expected, except for Lu Yi, everyone else drew slave cards.

Jiang Luo snorted, gloating, "It's nothing more than that."

He looked disinterested, and turned around to return to the ballroom. Before leaving, he seemed to think of something. He stopped and turned his head and asked the waiter: "What if I and another master see a slave at the same time?"

"Then naturally depends on the negotiation between the two masters," the waiter said. "We don't have anything strictly forbidden to do here, so we can do it all, and we won't get involved."

The waiter said again: "Aren't you drawing lots again?"

Jiang Luo asked: "If I am not satisfied with the new draw, can I continue drawing until I am satisfied?"

The waiter shook his head: "Even if it's you, it's just one more chance to draw."

"No need," Jiang Luo said bluntly, "I might as well find the crown card that I lost."

The waiter smiled and said, "Then I wish you good luck."

Several people split into two waves and entered the hall. Soon, eight people gathered in a corner where no one noticed.

Wen Renlian asked in a low voice: "Did you lose your card?"

Jiang Luo shook his head, "I won the slave card. Losing the card is just an excuse for me to redraw the lottery. This plan failed, but I didn't have much hope of success. There was originally a second and third. This plan happens to be that Ge Zhu won the master card. I can form a team with him, but there will be changes between the master and the servant. This plan is not feasible."

In such a severe situation, the others couldn't help showing some worry. But Jiang Luo laughed suddenly, "Originally, there was only one master card of Ge Zhu, and I couldn't do much, but now we have two master cards, we have a lot of room for manipulation."

There was a flash of light in his eyes, fixed on Lu Yi's body, "First of all, let everyone know that a civilian has won the master card."

The drinks are mellow, the figures in the ballroom dance, the sea breeze outside is cold, but the interior is warm like spring.

The scent of girls and the scent of men’s tobacco are intertwined, and among the crowd, the rich are pushing cups and changing cups, criticizing them with the eyes of hunters looking at their prey.

But there was a sudden commotion among the crowd.

The rich looked up, "What happened there?"

The waiter holding the tray said: "A rich man took a fancy to a commoner, but the commoner said he was not a slave."

Civilians who are not slaves? interesting.

The rich crowded around curiously, and the place of commotion was already surrounded by many people. In the middle of the crowd, a rich man wearing a silver mask and a big gold chain said gruffly: "You said you are not a slave, then show me your card."

Lu Yi tried his best to achieve what Jiang Luo said to attract everyone's attention. He slammed the wine glass in his hand to the ground, glaring at Ge Zhu with exaggerated and fierce expression, "Do you think I'm lying?"

Ge Zhu was taken aback by the sound of the wine glass breaking. Fortunately, he put on a mask and insisted on saying his lines, "Hurry up, I want to see your card, don't you dare to take it out?"

Lu Yi said upset: "Why should I show you the cards?"

A rich man with a beer belly who watched the bustle believed that the slave was lying. He sneered and said: "Look at the wall. The first rule here is that you can't refuse anyone's request to check cards."

Lu Yi's expression changed. Just when others thought he would admit that he was lying, he saw this commoner reluctantly drew out his card and said in front of Ge Zhu: "Look, look, I said. I am the master card!"

He took advantage of the trend to let the people around him see the cards in his hand clearly. For fear that others would not be able to see clearly, Lu Yiyi was tired before letting it go.

The rich also saw the cards in his hand.

They were suddenly lacking in interest, and left in twos and threes. There are also many people whispering, and there are quite a few words between them.

"Even the civilians really got the master card, how was this dance planned?"

"Looking at that civilian's face made me nauseous, our group of'masters' was mixed with such a rat shit."

Ge Zhu and Lu Yi successfully retreated behind the scenes and returned to Jiang Luo silently.

Lu Yi and Jiang Luo exchanged the cards, Jiang Luo whispered: "You protect yourself, and Ge Zhu's master card is given to whoever needs it. In the eyes of outsiders, you two are already the master card. They won't come to provoke you again. You can also protect the two as slaves, and part of their safety will be relieved for the time being. Then you should be careful when you inquire about the news. As for the others, wait to cooperate with me as planned."

Jiang Luo slipped into the ball silently.

After missing his companions, he straightened out his clothes, and walked towards a few noble ladies who were gathering together to talk with a happy smile.

"Beautiful ladies, good evening," Jiang Luo lowered and Ba Weiyang, his black hair drawn an elegant curve on his shoulders, "may I join you too?"

Several noble ladies looked at him up and down, and glanced at each other, Huazhi smiled tremblingly, "Of course it can."

Jiang Luo waved to the waiter on the side, and personally handed the wine glasses to the three noble ladies. With a smile, Yan Yan said, "What are the ladies talking about?"

The black-haired youth looked like a very valuable gentleman. What is more fascinating than his unknown worth is his manner and appearance. Even if his face is half-hidden by the mask, his beautiful eyes and smiling lips are still amazing.

"We are talking about the topic of beauty," one of the red-haired ladies couldn't help but replied. "We are talking about whether the skin is smoother and more elastic when you are young."

Jiang Luo said in surprise, "Aren't you in a young state now?"

The three noble ladies covered their lips and laughed again. The red-haired lady couldn’t help being laughed so much by the praise. She touched her face and suppressed her vanity, and said modestly: "Where did you say That’s so exaggerated. We got on the boat just to look younger? If it’s 18 years old and 20 years old, we won’t use it anymore."

Jiang Luo squinted his eyes and continued to chat along the subject.

"I don't know if the blood eel is so exaggerated in the legend," another lady said worriedly, "but look at the wife of the Xue family, she looks like a full twenty years younger. When I went to massage with her, The loose fat on her body has disappeared, almost like a change."

"The personality has also changed a lot, which is really enviable... I told my husband that he also wanted to be twenty years younger when he came to make fun of me. See, he is not on the ship now?"

"Their stinky men didn't board the ship for beauty. In their eyes, as long as they have money, do they have countless beauties?"

"Oh, I think the rumors that blood eels can increase their lifespan are more outrageous than the rumors that they can beautify."

Blood eels can increase lifespan and beauty.

Jiang Luo was thoughtful, but after receiving this information, he did not leave.

Soon, the lights in the ballroom suddenly went out. Three seconds later, the dimmed lights came on, and a chasing light hit the center of the stage. The waiter standing under the chasing light stood in front of the microphone and said with a warm smile: "Everyone, the master and slave performance stage begins now!"

With a "bang", the colorful cannons above the waiter's head burst open, and colorful papers fluttered all over the sky.

The crowd under the stage clapped enthusiastically, and Jiang Luo heard the wealthy people around him excitedly say: "Finally wait until this item begins."

The waiter has a high voice and full of emotions: "There is only one rule on the master and slave performance stage. The'master' must ensure the safety of the'slave'. In addition, the stage is all controlled by the master holding the crown card! Now, is there any Which pair of master and slave want to be the first on our stage?"

Hidden in the crowd, Kuang Zheng guarded Wen Renlian and Zhuo Zhongqiu behind him, fearing that someone with a master card would choose them as his slaves.

Wen Renlian said helplessly: "Big guy."

Kuang Zheng bowed his head, Wen Renlian looked at him sincerely and said: "You are more dangerous than us."

Kuang Zheng: "?"

Wen Ren patted his muscles and said meaningfully: "You don't know how many people want to take a muscular man like you to the stage as a slave."

Kuang Zheng's face was blank for a while, and Zhuo Zhongqiu gave a "tsk", "Wenren, this idea of ​​you is really dangerous."

But fortunately, before anyone took a fancy to them, the first master had brought his slave to the stage.

The face value of this pair of masters and slaves is very different. The master is a greasy old man like a pig, while the slave is a young woman with a plump body and a worried expression.

The waiter walked to the owner, said a few words in a low voice, and nodded. After a while, someone from the side handed a dog chain to the rich owner.

The waiter retreated from the stage.

The wealthy owner coughed in front of the microphone. He put his hands behind his back pretentiously, his stomach almost touching the microphone holder.

"Before, I raised a bitch, but that **** was sent to the kitchen by me because it bit me, and it became my lunch." His big yellow teeth were conspicuous when he was talking, "Today, I will give it to everyone. Perform a play of a **** and the owner who can't bite."

He looked at the young woman, his face trembling with a smile, "Come and kneel and put on the dog leash."

The young woman knelt down tremblingly and put the dog leash around her neck. The rich man pulled the chain, laughed twice, as if facing a real dog, stretched out his hand and said, "Lick the master's hand."

The young woman did it in tears.

The rich man took her for two laps on the stage, cursing from time to time in the middle: "Go faster!"

Zhuo Zhongqiu and the others were irritated. They were about to make a fuss according to their plan. They saw that the young woman's husband was shaking all over with anger on the stage, and he was about to rush to the stage in the next second, "Don't touch her!"

The waiter stopped her husband, "I'm sorry, you can't rush to interrupt the master slave performance stage."

The civilians who watched this scene slapped a spirit and suddenly woke up from the drunken dance party. They shuddered when they looked at the humiliating young woman on the stage. This one is a young woman, isn't the next one themselves? They were both timid and angry, but still did not dare to defy the rich. The civilians watched this scene silently, and no one dared to speak out. For a time there was only the roar of the young woman's husband: "You are too much! Let go of her, you let go of her!"

The rich man on the stage laughed at the husband below the stage and kicked the young woman even more.

Among the civilians, I don't know who shouted out boldly, "Why are most of the rich people as masters, and most of us are slaves?"

Lu Yi, who was hiding in the crowd, lowered his voice: "Yes, why is this!"

As more people took the lead, the whispers among the civilians became louder and louder, and their voices became more and more noisy.

The rich man on the stage seemed to be slapped in public, and his expression became even more vicious. Jiang Luo heard someone around him whispered in a bewildered voice: "We still need these poor people in the future. We are pressing them now, what should we do next?"

The other person is also a little uncertain, but still disdainfully said: "How dare they."

Jiang Luo raised his lips coldly, and he walked to the front of the crowd.

The rich man on the stage was breathing harder and heavier, and he was completely angered by the protests of the poor. As the first master slave to perform on stage, he suffered dissatisfaction from the civilians, which is really shameful. The rich man looked at the young woman gloomily. The young woman felt the danger. She stepped back in fear, but saw the rich man grinning, raising his slap, and about to slap her down, when a rambling voice suddenly sounded.

"Mr. Wilton, you can stop."

The rich man looked down and saw a black-haired young man wearing a black mask looking at him with uninteresting interest. He was clearly in the audience, but he seemed to be contemptuous of him, "Your performance is so boring. ."