Social death? Or real death? Is that a question?
"Is it impossible? First social death, then real death, and no one can escape."
Seeing the two bald heads in the scene with horrified faces, Lu Pingping touched Xiaomu's head in a playful manner.
This development seems understandable based on the positive teachings of the God of Fighting, Domineering Three Faces, of "continue fighting under any adverse circumstances."
Whether you can accept it or not is a matter of opinion.
The fight to the death between the two monks came to a standstill at that moment, and their heads were obviously overloaded at that moment.
When choosing women's clothing, just imagining a muscular and bald skirt is just the basis. Being photographed and then widely circulated is inevitable.
If you choose a woman's body, both of you don't wear much, and they are both muscular, which may make you even more blind, and at the same time, it may leave a lifelong shadow.
"It seems that no matter what you choose, you will be shadowed for life. Tsk, it's really cruel."
Watching other people's fun always makes people happy.
Lu Pingan laughed out loud with a bad taste, especially when he saw
"The time is up, then, the random selection begins!"
A burst of mischievous pink light fell, and both parties completed their "transformation" in an instant.
A muscular man, his upper body is dressed in his sister-in-law's colorful floral blouse, and his lower body is in a black silk short skirt. He also comes with super heavy makeup that looks like a small country bar, but he wears thick foundation and red lips. Well, Lu Ping'an smiled.
When it came out, someone almost sprayed it out.
The other one was much better. "She" directly grew black hair that reached her waist!
The muscle lines have become beautiful, full of masculinity, and she has a face of a middle-aged beauty that is quite like a male beauty.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
On the spot, both sides suffered a mental attack of 100,000 pounds and let out shocking screams.
However, at this moment, the two sides are still fighting together and cannot make mistakes or stop.
Who won? The girly boss who punched his opponent in the face won.
Because "she" couldn't see her face after all, but the cross-dressing boss could see her little skirt, and her mentality became even more intense.
"Tsk, it's so miserable." Looking at the winner who was about to cry but had no tears and was holding his chest crazily, it was hard for Lu Ping'an not to laugh out loud.
As the Awakened Ones who are the most capable of cultivating the mind, the way the two sides directly broke through the defenses was really hard to watch. Maybe they were the two chosen ones who were relatively inferior.
But Lu Pingan thought about it. If he was in such a scene and really had to choose, it would be better to jump into the sea.
"Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Liu Dapeng for getting off to a good start. Let my Lord reward him."
The light from the sky fell, covering the "lady", and not long after, he showed a happy smile. It seemed that he was very satisfied with this "divine grace", but
"Well, it looks even worse when he smiles. I hope he can smile again tomorrow."
Looking at the "tourists" frantically taking photos and videos on the deck, Lu Ping'an expressed sadness for Liu Dapeng's future.
"Damn it, who put this in? I told you to be more serious the first few times. I'm sorry. It's a small mistake at work. It's definitely not my Lord's bad taste."
In the sky, the emcee who forgot to turn off the microphone also made a little joke.
But it's hard to tell whether this was an accident or a trick to lighten the atmosphere and prevent everyone from giving up directly.
In short, after a burst of good-natured laughter, the scene became a little more relaxed until the two unlucky guys were shaken into it again.
One of them was holding coffee and a sandwich in one hand, and the other was holding a camera and took pictures of people just looking at the scenery. They instantly became people in the scenery.
But this time, it was slightly different from before.
"You all understand the rules, please place your bets!"
Well, the betting table in the sky and the constantly beating multipliers explain everything.
“The wait is finally here!”
"This is the real match!"
"Who to buy, who to buy?!"
And these noisy customers immediately started making noises.
But in this day and age, it seems to be quite normal.
"The winner will receive at least one low-level divine grace or gift from our Lord. The more brilliant the performance, the better the reward. And the loser will also receive 10% of the profits from the gambling game."
No professional likes to be looked at like a monkey, but if the rewards are sufficient and there are additional large profits, it is another matter.
The loser has the profit from the gambling game, but what about the winner? The divine grace obtained by the winner, even if it is the lowest level and most useless, is absolutely impossible to buy with money under normal circumstances.
The profit share for the losers will definitely be considerable. The wealthy people who bet on the game spend extremely exaggerated money, but from this perspective, it is more like a consolation prize or medical expenses.
"These days, even the God of Martial Arts smells like copper."
"Do you know who owns three of the top ten gaming companies and horse racing companies in Dongguo?"
"I didn't know it before, but I know it now."
It is no longer news that the gods are involved in local operations. Each god has his own "industry". Obviously, this one is a bit of a loser.
Lu Ping'an felt it was subtle, but if he thought about it carefully, "fighting for a huge reward" seemed to fit the action pattern of the God of Martial Arts.
Commercialization itself brings huge benefits and traffic, and at the same time, it also brings stable income and backup resources to the church.
"only"
"A little unhappy? It's normal. I'm unhappy too. We professionals are not fighting dogs in a cage."
Wang Hai said angrily, as a young man, even if he usually tries to suppress his emotions, he still feels a little unhappy and unfair when faced with this situation.
"Well, I want to ask, can the contestants place bets? Isn't it a little late to place bets now?"
But obviously for Lu Ping An, there seems to be nothing that is completely impossible to do.
Just looking at the embarrassment on classmate Wang Hai's face, Lu Ping'an shook his head and said with a smile.
"The more you care, the more excited they will be. In their eyes, maybe this is an opportunity to spend money to let a superior professional fight in a cage, but"
There was no concealed disdain in Lu Ping'an's calm words.
"But the fact is that they are nothing. Even without them, we would still bet and fight and seek an opportunity to advance for God's favor. Looking at it from another perspective, they came here to give money to support the professionals."
With a few words, Lu Ping'an calmed down Wang Hai's irritable mood. He noticed that his classmate might be under a lot of pressure, and the awakened person's cultivation level could no longer suppress the innate ghost's rampage.
"What's the truth?"
The big cat, on the other hand, is only interested in Lu Ping'an's opinion.
"It doesn't matter to me if they look at me, love me, like me, or hate me, hate me, or want to kill me."
The young man smiled, admiring everything in front of him, not only the deadly fight within the game, but also the "insiders" who thought they were outsiders.
In his pupils, he also saw more
Throughout the secret realm, tangible or invisible "golden chains" link everything.
Being tied to a chain, becoming a member of the cage fight, becoming a part of this ceremony, not only the contestants but also the audience are also making sacrifices for this ceremony.
"It's interesting, emotional, exciting, gambling, life, money, everything you have, can you engage in a 'gambling' martial arts fight?"