Chapter 117 (2/2)

The data of skill display is as follows:

[Name: Mr. You]

[race: demigod]

[level: beyond the measurable value]

[height: 160cm]

[weight: 103kg]

[combat mode:??? ]

weakness:??? ]

[have skills:??? ]

[danger level: extremely fatal. ]At this time, Mr. you just said: ”OK, let's listen to each contestant's pre competition declaration! First of all, Mr. crazy. ”

”Er I think it's best to play according to the rules of the game. ” Feng can't feel that he is talking and winking at his teammates.

Because they knew each other's details before entering the script, the other three naturally knew what the title skill was. When they heard this, they understood Don't resist. If you break the rules of the play, it will be a dead end.

In fact, even if they don't know what to say, they won't act rashly. Even if they don't know whether the kind fat man in front of them is strong or not, they have to worry about the strength of the audience around them. So many powerful monsters, rushing down the number of any company, can kill all four of them properly.

”It seems to be nonsense.” Mr. you said with a smile, and the audience burst into laughter. Then he pointed to a small sigh and said, ”player 2.”

”Ah? Me? ” Small sigh a Leng: ”that Is it possible to quit now or something? ”

”Good question, the answer is...” Mr. you paused and said with a smile, ”No.”

There was another burst of laughter from the audience, and a small sigh was also a dry laugh from the corners of the mouth.

”Then Player three. ” Mr. you said, looking like rain.

”Nothing special.” Like rain cold way back.

”This beauty is cool.” Mr. You shrugged, and then he turned to mourning and said, ”player 4.”

”May I ask what the prize is for?” Beiling's performance at this time is very pragmatic.

Mr. you raised his eyebrows and said with a friendly and believable look, ”cure all diseases.”

”Oh, can I ask again...” Beiling wants to say more, but is interrupted by Mr. you.

”All right! Ladies and gentlemen, before the first round, let's introduce today's three special guests... ” Mr. you pointed to the row of seats in front of the grandstand, and the lights were shining there in time.

Sitting on the far left of the row was a blonde white woman in a black suit, her hands folded around her towering chest. She seemed to be about thirty years old, very beautiful, but the expression on her face was full of disdain and contempt.

”The first is the 'arrogant' Lady from seven sins.” Mr. you said.

”Hum...” When the camera lens is aimed at her, arrogance is just a cold hum. Don't turn your head.

But the audience responded warmly, cheering and whistling one after another.

In the seat next to arrogance was a man looking at a young man in his twenties, also dressed in a black suit. He wore a ponytail, his face was bloodless, his eyes were lax, and he was almost lying in his seat.

”Second, the plague master, one of the four knights.” Said Mr. you.

The light cast on the plague, and he covered his eyes with his hands, as if the light could hurt his weak body. He coughed twice and said, ”cough Cough... I don't seem to be feeling well... ”

”Every time I see you, it's OK. You're much better than the son of kidney deficiency.” Mr. you said.

There was another burst of laughter from the audience.

The light was then given to the last guest. Sitting there was a middle-aged man with a firm face and bright eyes. He was wearing a short sleeved jacket and jeans. The muscles on his arms were as sharp as sculpture.

”Then there is the third, Mr. Hephaestus, the God of fire.” ”At the same time, he is the sponsor of our awards for this program,” Mr. you added

”Actually, I'm just facing the mine all day