Gong Mingjing barely responded, only nodded slightly.

Liu Mingxin was a little embarrassed, but if he didn't refute it, it meant that what he said was right.It's just that he noticed that Gong Mingjing didn't seem to like him very much.

Obviously not like this before, Gong Mingjing almost treats everyone equally, it doesn't matter good or bad.After much deliberation, it was only because of Yan Wushu.Because he had repeatedly questioned Yan Wushu's authenticity before, but Liu Mingxin felt that his doubts were completely reasonable...

"However, if he can allocate the time of existence, it will be very unfair to other players..." It was Yan Wushu who spoke.

Yan Wushu was not very confident, and his voice became smaller and smaller after speaking.

Gong Mingjing's eyes fell on him, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised slightly.

"You are right, so there is a condition in theory for changing identities, but he knows this condition, but we don't."

"That guy has probably played countless games that are exactly the same, and he has taken advantage of all the loopholes that he can exploit. This so-called conversion condition is the loophole in the rules that he found that can be exploited." It was Sheng Jingyang who spoke.

Gong Mingjing paused for a moment and approved his answer.

Sheng Jingyang suddenly seemed to have won something, and poked Yan Wushu's arm to speak.

Yan Wushu subconsciously shrank nervously, and hid to Gong Mingjing's side.

The arrogance instantly fell silent.

Sheng Jingyang froze for a moment, then withdrew his hand unhappily, and did not speak again.

"So what exactly is this conversion condition?"

Gong Mingjing's dull eyes revealed a little confusion in the dark night: "This condition, I guess is—compassion." It seemed that he himself could not understand it.

"Ah??" Liu Mingxin looked confused.

Zhang Huan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head.

Gong Mingjing also looked at him.

Zhang Huan's face was already swollen, it was difficult to see his expression clearly, he seemed to be thinking about something, and finally he said: "Your guess is probably right, all of us have different degrees of sympathy for Little Rose,I can feel."

"But before I came here, I passed something. At that moment, I felt extremely complicated emotions, and there was pity in it."

"But I think it might not be appropriate to use pity, maybe it should be—love."

Gong Mingjing quietly listened to him."Only when the sympathy for Little Rose, or as you say, love surpasses the other camp, will one's own camp switch to the state of 'existence'."

"It's strange, love and pity will make you disappear instead, shouldn't you want to get close, want to be perceived..." Yan Wushu frowned, puzzled.

"Who knows." Liu Mingxin was too lazy to explore the hidden emotional world of the domain owner, he wanted to know how to win the game.

"So this person obtained the invisible state for a short time by manipulating his love and affection for Little Rose. Then we can still be seen now, doesn't it mean..."

"He lost control." Gong Mingjing asserted.

When he said this, he looked at Yan Wushu, which aroused Yan Wushu's confused gaze.

Instead, Zhang Huan muttered to himself: "His love is out of control..."

Sheng Jingyang who was at the side suddenly snorted coldly: "The game I set up can still get out of control, what a waste."

I don't quite understand why Sheng Jingyang suddenly attacked Liao Yan, but Yan Wushu also found it a bit inconceivable that Liao Yan let him go like this.Perhaps for Liao Yan, as long as he can win the game, sooner or later he will belong to Liao Yan's collection.

"This is our chance!" Liu Mingxin excitedly said, "How do we use this to win against him?!"

"It's already the second day, the rest of the little roses are here, he will come back no matter what." Liu Mingxin was still thinking.

Gong Mingjing was unusually silent.

Instinctively do not want to say that result.

Mitsuhiko, who has been silent all this time, smiled:

"Minister Gong doesn't want to say it, so let me say it.

- We've already won."

The question mark on Liu Mingxin's face was almost too much to write. He couldn't understand how he won.

Yan Wushu opened his eyes slightly, he was confused.

Guangyan's face was still bleeding, and he looked at Yan Wushu rightly: "His loss of control proves that his love for Little Rose has surpassed any of us."

"Are you willing to plunder him?" Guangyan asked Gong Mingjing, but Yan Wushu.

Gong Mingjing pursed his lips.

"Are you willing?" He asked Sheng Jingyang again.

Sheng Jing raised her eyebrows and sank slightly.

Mitsuhiko wiped his face and said with a smile: "You are all reluctant, so naturally he is even more reluctant. No matter how hard he struggles to continue the game, he is just lingering, because he cannot plunder the little rose that represents victory."

"He's already lost."

As if to verify this sentence, the skins of the little roses on the roof suddenly cracked and gradually returned to their original girlish appearance.

Something fell off his wrist, Yan Wushu lowered his head, and saw that delicate and bloody rose bracelet withering at an incredible speed, blown by the wind, fluttering among the tall buildings at night.

"Liao Yan..."

"He surrendered."

"It seems that he has figured it out, but it's rare. I thought he would resist in a corner, and he would sacrifice more little roses." Mitsuhiko's tone could not be heard to be very happy, but there was a hint of mockery.

Gong Mingjing's eyes fell on the broken skull bracelet in his hand, and he reached out to pick off the remaining thread.

Sheng Jingyang also tore off the bracelet, his jaw line tightened, showing that he is very upset now.

The powder that the skeleton turned into was dissipated in the evening wind along with the petals.

The incident of running around for several days ended unexpectedly, and Yan Wushu stared into the distance in a daze.

"What will happen to him?" he asked suddenly.

"The cost of losing is the same."

will die.

Yan Wushu suddenly fell down.

Although he knew that Liao Yan deserved what he deserved, he killed many innocent people.

Suddenly there was a loud sound of propellers in the distance.

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