When she was searching just now, she didn’t see any color markings.
So, when was the color chosen?
Will the blue team in the mission be her final color...
"If I draw another color, I will be the spy of that team?" Yun Tuan murmured, watching He Yu downstairs twisting people's heads like plucking cabbage, and his scalp went numb.
She clasped her hands together with a very pious expression, "It's best not to be on the opposite side of this pervert, please!"
Although Heyu most likely does not distinguish between friend and foe, when there are common interests, at least she does not have to spend time dealing with such a lunatic.
It's easier to escape than to fight... right?
[Anchors, anchors, don’t say bad things about big anchors, you will be sprayed, screenshots will be taken, and you will be posted on the forum!]
"It's not the first time I've said bad things about him." Yun Tuan raised his hand and pinched his slightly hot left earlobe.
[It is recommended that you use yandere, crazy beauty or little green tea to call Heyu anchor. Big data shows that viewers prefer these words.]
Xiao Xi patted her belly with her wings and suggested.
"Forget it, it's more normal to call each other by name." Yun Tuan twitched the corner of his mouth.
"He and I will not be on the same team."
Behind him, Jing Yu's slightly hoarse voice came, and he seemed to stand up.
Yun Tuan looked back and saw that the other party had arranged his clothes meticulously and wiped off the sweat. Apart from his slightly red face, there was nothing unusual about him.
"Why?"
"This is the distribution mechanism of the park. Anchors judged by the system to have strong attack power will be evenly distributed among confrontational dungeons."
Jing Yu explained that among the existing major anchors, there are hundreds of them with strong attack power, but in a dungeon, there are at most five major anchors, and the factions are relatively even. Performance faction, reproduction faction and the like are not considered. Calculate this way
Come on, he and He Yu are not on the same page.
"What about Jinghe?" Yun Tuan has never seen Jinghe beat someone seriously, but he shouldn't be much different.
"He, the mascot."
Jing Yu frowned in disgust, poured a glass of lemonade, and drank it in one gulp.
Yun Tuan watched intently for a few seconds, and the beautiful image of a drop of liquid flowing across her Adam's apple and sinking into her neck did not appear. Instead, she watched others drinking water helplessly, like a pervert.
"Mascot? How could this happen? What about me?"
Yun Tuan sighed, even the big anchor can only be a mascot, is she just a useless label on a small pendant?
Jing Yu pursed his thin lips slightly, his eyebrows drooped slightly, he thought for a few seconds before sighing softly: "Don't be discouraged."
...What a tactful boss.
Yun Tuan nodded, looking like he was willing to be taught.
Didi didi——
Suddenly there was a sound in the room, and a circular turntable hung from the center of the gilded and carved ceiling. The composition was simple.
A metal pointer and a dial with only two colors: red and blue.
Just as Yun Tuan and Jing Yu were wondering who would turn first, a pair of thin and long eyes suddenly appeared in the metal round mirror in the center of the turntable, staring straight at them.
[Hello everyone, I am Zhuan Xiaozhuan, welcome to participate in the extreme confrontation!]
[For a while, please turn the dial, and the color pointed by the pointer is the team's representative color.]
[Note that each room, regardless of the number of people, has only one chance to shake the turntable.]
[The probability is not fixed. The park will adjust the color area of the turntable based on the number of players who confirm the team first. Please select the representative of the turntable after five seconds, five, four, three——]
Jing Yu gestured for Yun Tuan to join.
Yun Tuan was puzzled and did not refuse. She stood in front of the turntable and let go.
When the countdown is over, Yun Tuan holds the edge of the turntable with a little force, and the color pointed by the pointer keeps changing.
The metal round mirror in the center was constantly making retching sounds as it rotated.