Online game: Only I can see the hidden information

The thirtieth floor of the Eternal Tower.

Looking at the ugly heart-shaped moon in the sky, Ye Bai seriously pondered a question.

Should we try to pack it up and take it home?

just forget it.

Ye Bai canceled the skill of "Go wherever you want to loot".

Some things, even if you don't take them with you, remain in their place and they are still a source of longing.

The key is,

Ye Bai couldn't take the moon with him even if he wanted to.

After the moon rose, the wolf howls gradually subsided.

The Great White Wolf King's aura surged to its peak, and he could break through to level 990 at any moment.

However, he wasn't sure if he could gain the Wolf Ancestor's approval.

Ye Bai waved his hand, and the resurrected Dracula returned to the thirtieth floor.

"Where's Steppenwolf!"

Dracula, fully recovered, is in high spirits.

"Come and fight me for three hundred rounds!"

Ye Bai rolled his eyes.

"You're already dead, stop acting tough."

After saying that, Ye Bai gave the instructions.

"Go and clean up the Steppenwolf's corpse."

Although he was killed by Xue Meng with a single hammer blow,

However, Steppenwolf was also a level 994 powerhouse in his lifetime.

We cannot waste it.

Even if it's just a meat pie, Ye Bai will still try to find some scraps to make use of it.

Yes, that's very demon lord-like.

Dracula went to collect the remains of Steppenwolf.

Cain soon revived and returned.

He had a stern, coffin-like face, aloof and arrogant.

Cain glanced at the corpse of Steppenwolf, a hint of horror flashing in his eyes, which he concealed well.

Cain was well aware of Steppenwolf's strength.

Both were at their peak, so Cain naturally looked down on Steppenwolf.

The problem is that while Steppenwolf isn't at his peak strength, his combat capabilities are still relatively intact.

In this situation, he was instantly killed by the current Wolf Ancestor!

Are werewolves about to rise to power?

Among the three lower races, the werewolves were originally at the bottom of the hierarchy of contempt, while the vampires were slightly ahead of the elves.

Now that a terrifying wolf ancestor has suddenly appeared, the ranking of the three races' strength is likely to change.

Compared to Dracula, Cain has a stronger sense of vampire honor.

Cain snorted coldly as he looked at the corpse of Steppenwolf.

"To offend the king's dignity is to be punished with death, the most lenient punishment."

I'm getting old and delusional.

Ye Bai ignored Cain's stubbornness and casually tossed out a ring. Cain quickly caught it with both hands, afraid that the ring might be damaged.

This ring was stolen from Cain by Shadow Brother.

Ye Bai temporarily kept it for him for a while.

See, now that it's returned to its rightful owner, isn't that reasonable?

"Go, bring back the Wasteland Elf Envoy."

After a series of battles, Ye Bai was a little tired and wanted to speed things up.

"Live or die."

The "Save the Sky" device has already been used and cannot be used again within 24 hours.

Without Wan Tianqing, Ye Bai felt insecure.

At the same time, through the battle with Steppenwolf, Ye Bai had a general understanding of his current strength.

It is stronger than 0.99 Xu Qingfeng.

As for whether he can beat Lao Xu, it's hard to say.

Before heading to the Ninth Abyss, Ye Bai would find an opportunity to test himself.

We've made it this far, and we're nearing the end.

Cain put the ring back on his right little finger, a cold smile playing on his lips, and the blood-red bat flew away into the distance of the wasteland under the moonlight.

The screams of the wasteland elves could be faintly heard.

These are not things Ye Bai needs to consider for the time being.

Ye Bai called out, summoning the two white wolf kings.

"Let's go back to Ruthless Town!"

Once we arrive in town, and the prophecy left by Xiaoyao is fully fulfilled, achieving a 5S-level clear shouldn't be far off!

...

The Eternal Tower

Outside the ninety-ninth floor.

Xue Meng was with Xiaoyao.

Judging by the time, Shura should be close to clearing the game.

According to what the eccentric old Taoist priest said before...

After clearing the 30th floor of the Asura dungeon, you will have one chance to make a choice.

Whether to stay or leave is entirely up to Shura himself.

Xiaoyao suddenly spoke.

"I'll make a bet with you."

Today, He seemed to be talking more than usual.

Xue Meng: ? ? ?

He panicked!

What is that strange old Taoist priest going to bet against me on?

Betting on your father?

If Xiaoyao wins, Xue Meng will become his adopted son.

If Xue Meng wins, will Xiao Yao become his godfather?

Cough cough, Xue Meng couldn't bring himself to say such shameless things.

He could only suppress his impulse and tentatively ask,

"What are we betting on?"

Xue Meng knew very well that he had no right to refuse.

Even if both his eldest and second uncles came today, Xue Meng would still gamble!

Xiaoyao said seriously,

"I'm betting... on whether Shura will leave."

Xue Meng's eyes lit up. Was there really such a good thing?

Xue Meng knows the answer to this question!

Xue Meng had already figured it out.

Who is Shura?

Don't let Shura's usual carefree demeanor fool you; he can be ruthless when it comes to fleecing others, and on the battlefield, he'd want to scatter the enemy's ashes.

Asura always plans carefully before acting, and only makes a decisive move after ensuring that nothing goes wrong.

Having struck successfully, they fled a thousand miles away.

Even if Shura were sent to assassinate Xu Qingfeng, he would probably dawdle for several days, making sure he could kill him at full health before daring to make a move.

This Lord made him give up everything and leave the protection of Xiaoyao with just a few words from the other party.

dream!

No way!

Besides, what is the relationship between Xue Meng and Shura?

Would a hardworking shepherd abandon his sheepfold and run away with someone else empty-handed?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Upon hearing Xiaoyao's bet, Xue Meng was about to nod in agreement, hoping to make a hefty profit from the old Taoist priest.

From the ninety-ninth floor, Xiaoyao spoke calmly.

"I bet Shura won't leave."

Xue Meng: ? ? ?

This is the second time he's been dumbfounded today.

How do you play this?

Xue Meng asked tentatively,

"Then... I'll bet Shura won't leave?"

Xiaoyao shook his head and explained,

"No, gambling means that both sides bet on different options. That's what my teacher taught me."

Xue Meng: ......

What kind of nonsense did Uncle Nine teach you?!

Is this what you call gambling?

That's called robbery, you know that?

Who's so bold as to snatch the most powerful adopted son?!

Ah, carefree.

That's fine.

Xue Meng almost cried.

He could only grit his teeth and say with a long face,

"Then I bet Shura will leave..."

"it is good."

Xiaoyao agreed.

He nodded with a hint of relief.

The teacher wasn't lying to me after all.

This way, when you gamble with others, your chances of winning are much higher, and you're basically guaranteed not to lose.

Xue Meng made a final attempt to struggle.

"Could the stakes be lower?"

Since it's a game we're destined to lose, surely we can at least minimize our losses?

This was Xue Meng's last act of defiance!

"OK."

Xiaoyao was easy to talk to and agreed to Xue Meng's suggestion.

What should we bet on?

Xiaoyao couldn't think of a solution for a moment.

His original idea was to gamble, but without any stakes.

But since Xue Meng took the initiative to propose the bet, Xiaoyao readily agreed.

Then there must be a stake.

After thinking for a moment, Xiaoyao offered a reasonable suggestion:

"How about I bet 0.9% of your income?"

Of Xue Meng's income, 90% went to Nightmare, 9% to Wuhen, and only 1% actually ended up in his own hands.

Taking away 1% seems a bit inappropriate.

Taking only 0.9% is just right.

and,

In Xiaoyao's eyes

Even if Xue Meng were to give up 100% of his income, it would still be a very small gamble.

0.9%, that's as small as it gets.

Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

That makes sense.

Xue Meng: ......

Or should I just acknowledge you as my father?