This Damned Thirst for Survival

The name "Wilton" was inquired by Jiang Luo from the mouths of the three noble ladies.

In this kind of occasion where the rich are all in a mask, the rich man on the stage is called out, which is equivalent to being stripped of an anonymous protective cover. Wilton was frightened and terrified, but he did not remember that he knew such a person.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Luo took a step forward, and light and shadow cast shadows on him. He did not answer this question, but unceremoniously began to belittle everything about the ball.

"Uninteresting."

"tedious."

"I originally thought the games here would be very different. Who knew it would be no different from the outside ones, vulgar, routine, and not exciting," Jiang Luo turned to look at the rich people behind him, "Don't you find it interesting?"

The rich people's faces also had clear and boring expressions. They spread their hands and told Jiang Luo the answer.

Uninteresting accusations from the rich are more unbearable to Wilton than protests from the poor. He clenched his fists, his anger was high. Everyone's eyes were on the black-haired young man standing in the front, waiting for him to say the rest.

"Since the game is so boring, then change some of the rules to make it more interesting," Jiang Luo said, "The first rule of the dance party is'can't refuse the request of others to check the card', as long as it is a little bit ahead. Add a few words and this game becomes even more fun."

"For example," he lifted his lips, "before checking someone else's card, first guess the person's identity."

"If you guess wrong, you will automatically be reduced to slave status."

As soon as this was said, there was an uproar in the ballroom.

The first reaction of the rich was to disagree, but after a round in his mind, he felt that it was not impossible.

Discussed secretly between them.

"This way is really more exciting than before."

"Who is this person? The brain is really flexible. Increasing the fun of the game is only the most superficial level. His change to this rule seems to make the rich dangerous, but in fact it is just to appease the civilians. We are all master cards. The civilians will not be rewarded for guessing our identity. Most of the civilians are slaves, and very few of them are masters. It is almost impossible for us to guess wrong."

"Of course we won't lose anything. It's not our people who made this suggestion."

"I agree with this. After all, I am afraid that those poor people will make trouble. Although the trouble will not hinder anything, it is a trouble in the end."

"Giving hope to civilians, and shattering this hope, I like it."

The voice of the civilian discussion is louder than the voice of the rich.

Although this rule change has little effect on them, the game is inherently unfair, and they don't have the guts to challenge the authority of the rich. Now that there is hope, it is better than before.

Wen Renlian tentatively said to a young man with glasses: "Such a change is still unfair, and the rich rarely give wrong answers."

"Not necessarily. Didn't a commoner win the master card before?" The four-eyed boy's eyes flickered, and he didn't want to talk about this too risky topic. "I think this change is very good. At least we are already slave cards. If you don’t go anywhere, those rich people will be miserable. Besides, the people who participate in the prom come voluntarily. They are willing to come for the money. What do you care about so much."

Wen Renlian frowned, and suddenly pulled his arm, "Or let's protest again, the rich might retire even more."

Four-eyed boy desperately broke free from his hand, "Are you crazy! Have you forgotten the death exemption agreement we signed when we boarded the ship? You want to die but I don’t want to die. I finally got the courage to participate in the prom and make more money. For a sum of money, I want to go back alive and receive my bonus!"

After removing Wenrenlian's hand, he "poached" and hid in the crowd, "unlucky."

Wen Renlian withdrew his hand, "Death exemption agreement...bonus..."

He looked at the hierarchical boundary between the rich and the common people with complicated eyes.

When he first came to the party, Wen Renlian was wondering how so many poor people would attend the party.

For the poor, money can sometimes buy life.

You can also buy dignity and qualifications as a "person".

Everyone acquiesced to the rule change mentioned by Jiang Luo, but Mr. Wilton on the stage shouted with a calm face, "I don't agree!"

Jiang Luo looked at him without emotion, and suddenly strode forward and stepped onto the stage from the side. The waiter who had previously stopped the young woman's husband did not stop Jiang Luo this time. Jiang Luo went up and pulled the young woman up and pushed off the stage, approaching Wilton's side.

The tall, dark-haired young man held the microphone with one hand and leaned gracefully into the ear of the ugly rich man and said: "Mr. Wilton, you should open your eyes and take a look at the eyes of the poor looking at you."

"They already know how unfair this game is," Jiang Luo laughed, and the dangerous needle in his tone pierced the rich man's mind. "This boat is full of poor people, and too many ants can kill elephants, you If we are bitten by an ant, it will also bother us a lot."

Wilton's pupils tightened, and he heard the black-haired youth in front of him say: "Don't trouble us, understand?"

After speaking, Jiang Luo took a step back, looked at Wilton for the last time, and walked down from the side of the stage.

Wilton was still in a daze, but he suddenly felt a sense of extreme danger.

His spine was chilly and his body was stiff. Wilton followed that terrifying gaze, and saw a man with dark blond hair leaning on the pillar and staring at him with a smile.

After a while, Wilton suddenly ran off the stage madly, laughed and smashed the crowd all the way to the outside of the ballroom.

"Crazy..." the person he hit turned his head and cursed.

Seeing that no one raised any objections, Jiang Luo waved to the waiter and whispered a few words. The waiter stepped onto the stage and announced the new rules, "Who has objections to the new rules of the game proposed by this gentleman?"

The waiter waited, no one voiced objection within a minute, he continued: "So from now on, if you want to check someone else's card, you must guess the identity of the person. If you guess wrong, you will automatically become a slave. Identity—whether rich or common people."

The music of the prom played again.

The stage was empty and there was no second pair of masters and slaves. Even if the rich knew that they had an advantage, they still did not take off easily.

Their eyes moved on the civilian's face, and someone suddenly remembered, "Who is the civilian who won the master card before?"

Soon, someone pointed out that Lu had one: "It's the master card he won. Don't ask about his identity."

They remembered Lu Yi's appearance, and tacitly prepared to avoid the civilian.

Behind the crowd, the first officer standing in the dark suddenly laughed, "What a clever idea."

Such a decision made others ignore Jiang Luo subconsciously.

Slaves would not take the initiative to ask Jiang Luo's identity, and the rich also set their sights on the civilians. Even with the slave card, Jiang Luo was still extremely safe. But if you don’t change the rules, even if Jiang Luo's aura continues to show up, there might be rich people who want to check his cards. Anyway, checking the cards will not cause any loss. If such a long-haired beauty Did you draw a slave card on a rare occasion?

But after adding the condition that "you guessed it wrong, you would be reduced to a slave card", those who were eager to take the risk did not dare to take a shot against Jiang Luo.

It seemed that it was for other civilians, but it was only for their own safety, and at the same time, it coaxed the group of stupid rich people.

Chi You raised his lips, but his evil taste suddenly became stronger.

He got up and left the pillar, and walked towards the dance floor.

The sound of leather shoes hitting the floor was crisp, closed with a melodious accompaniment.

When Chi You first entered the crowd, at a distance of tens of meters away, Jiang Luo seemed to be conscious, his eyes passed through the crowd and cast precisely on Chi You.

The light-colored eyes meet the dark blue eyes.

Jiang Luo's expression was calm, and the black feathers swept his ears. The mask rests on the bridge of his nose, and the lower half of his face is contrasted with whiteness. The appearance of standing there quietly waiting for the evil spirits to come, seemed to be the end of a feast.

All the crowds became false and faded at this moment. The noisy voice disappeared, and the distance between the pure black mask and the pure white mask was getting closer and closer, and the sound of leather shoes became clearer and clearer.

Finally, the evil spirit came to the front of human beings.

Two equally handsome, slender, and very attractive men faced each other.

Their confrontation attracted many people's onlookers.

Neither Jiang Luo nor Chi You spoke first. In the end, the evil spirit spoke first. He smiled and said, "Mr. Zhong, I have to say that the new rules of the game you proposed are very interesting."

"Thank you," the black-haired young man nodded indifferently, "the chief mate can go find someone else to have a fun with."

Chief Mate: "But in the entire ballroom, only you can arouse my interest in participating in the game."

Jiang Luo raised his eyelids to look at him, "I am thankful that you can afford it."

Obviously it was a tone that was neither salty nor indifferent, but Chi You felt like he was being ridiculed. Jiang Luo always treats him like this, but the more tenacious and unyielding he is, the stronger the evil spirit's desire for destruction, the more he wants him to show an expression of anger and despair again.

It is best to have red eyes and red lips, struggling to sink into a quagmire.

The evil spirit was a little careless: "Anyone who looks at it will look like you have a master card."

Jiang Luo looked at him quietly, the black-haired youth's performance was flawless. He didn't show a trace of timidity, and under the surface of relaxation were muscles that were tight enough to attack at any time. If the evil spirit hadn't seen it in person, I wouldn't have guessed that he was drawing a slave card.

The evil spirit smiled and deliberately said: "But it's a pity, I want to do the opposite."

There is nowhere to hide the joy in him, and the evil and excitement are mixed. Even the onlookers can see that his heart is wrong, let alone the Jiang Luo facing him.

In Jiang Luo's calm expression, the evil spirit raised his voice, "I guess your card is a slave card."

"Slave card?"

People watching the excitement around couldn't believe it, "Impossible, how could this person be a slave."

"I bet he is definitely the master card. Does this white masker deliberately want to become a slave?"

In the voice of doubt, the evil spirit's mood was even higher. He hummed a song and asked, "Is it?"

Jiang Luo glanced at the master and slave performance stage subconsciously, and a trace of irritation flashed in his eyes. Turning his head and looking at the evil spirit deeply, his tone was dangerous: "Are you sure? I'll give you a chance to change your mouth."

After the evil spirit had a meal, he faintly felt some inexplicable violations.

The next moment, Jiang Luo raised his hand and lightly nodded on the evil ghost's left chest. His fingers were lingering, but his eyes were sharp as a knife. "Mr. Chief Officer, there are some things you have to think about before you speak them."

He was threatening the evil spirit with the heart of the stone statue.

That subtle violation was buried by this sentence, the evil spirit paused, and politely bent over and said, "Thank you for your generosity, but I am sure of my answer."

Jiang Luo paused, and slowly drew his card from his chest pocket.

After surely looking at the middle pattern for a few seconds, he raised his head to look at the evil spirit.

The evil spirit looks so neat and leisurely, and his calmness in controlling the overall situation seems to be sure of the outcome of this game.

The red lips of the black-haired youth slowly raised, raising higher and higher, revealing a strange smile.

He turned the card, and the golden crown on the white card shone like gold shavings under the light, shining brightly.

"Congratulations, first officer."

He pinched the card with **** and handed it under the eyelids of the evil spirit, his open smile could no longer conceal, "You succeeded in becoming a slave."

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Luoluo: I feel good about you

Devil:...