"Don't worry, this white syrup is the same as fig white syrup, non-toxic and tasteless!" said the doorman with a big smile.

The signal lamp stared at the fruit in his hand for a while, then stood up and said, "I still have to go take a look."

He walked out of the tent.

There was only one person left in the infirmary, and he returned to his indifferent expression.

"Go ahead and argue. You won't be able to go back when the time comes. There will be days when you cry."

The camp was stationed by a river covered with water plants. The water plants on the bank were pushed aside, and two soldiers summoned were fetching water.

The signal light looked left and right, then aimed at the largest tent and walked away.

The rectangular-shaped tent has a tight surface and looks like a castle.

The signal light stood outside the curtain and listened for a while. During this time, two soldiers on guard passed by him and looked at him twice.

Nothing happened that made the signal light take a chance, nothing could be heard, and the sound insulation effect was very good.

He opened the curtain and walked in.

There are not many people at the long tables and chairs, only about twenty people; there are many people, and everyone alive is here except for the house number.

The conference room was very quiet, making people wonder if they didn't hear anything outside. It wasn't because the sound insulation was good, but because they didn't talk.

"How is the injury?" Hou Feng from the Special War Bureau asked.

"It's okay." The signal light sat down on the last seat.

Next to the good-looking 'Aman', she looked bored, holding her head with one hand and helping him pull out the chair in a friendly manner with the other hand.

The signal light whispered thank you and looked up. Opposite Hou Feng was Li Changzhou, who nodded to him.

Are you trying to win over him and win everyone's support for the "Crown"?

"There are still two and a half days left, are we going to waste time on this?" "It's all superstition" said with dissatisfaction in his voice.

"On the contrary, this is to save time." Soda Biscuit showed the capable expression of a female elite in the old era.

She smiled and said: "Mr. Ambition's token is cooling down, Miss Sand Painter's sand needs to be restored, Mr. Signal Light has just woken up, Miss Aman's gun is not full of energy, and everyone's 'abilities' need to be restored."

"Take advantage of the break to finalize the things that need to be discussed. This is the correct way to rationalize the use of time."

"Then you guys have made an agreement. I'm so upset when I hear you pulling it back and forth!" "Only the Strength" crossed his arms, and the expression on his face made people wonder if he wanted to overturn the table.

But he changed ‘I’ from ‘I’, so he should still have some sense.

"We are not interested in how the territory of the planet is distributed, nor are we interested in the disposal of the "Crown" after the event. We have only one demand - during the event, the "Crown" will be used by Mr. Li Changzhou," said Soda Biscuit.

"Then let me make it clear," Hou Feng said, "We are not at ease. If the "Crown" really has the effect of making people become gods, it is extremely dangerous for individuals. I believe that not only me, but also all the players here are not at ease."

"What are you worried about? What else will Boss Changzhou do to you?" Xiao Wu was a little impatient.

Faced with his childish tone, Hou Feng smiled.

"I'm afraid he will kill us." Liehuo Phoenix squinted at Li Changzhou.

"you!"

Soda Cracker held down Xiao Wu's hand, smiled calmly and said to 'Fire Phoenix': "Miss Phoenix——"

She looked at everyone present again.

"——Forgive me for the offence...Mr. Li Changzhou wants to kill you all, but he doesn't need the crown."

"What do you mean!" Fiery Phoenix slapped the table and pointed at the soda crackers, "One person wants to kill all of us? I want to——"

"Not everyone." Soda Biscuit's voice remained unchanged, but his momentum was comparable to that of the Flame Phoenix. "I believe that there are players here who are like us. They just want to resolve this matter safely and return to Earth."

"You mean we start trouble?"

"I shouldn't be the one who suspects that Mr. Li Changzhou wants to kill someone, right? Miss Fiery Phoenix?" Soda Biscuit said with a smile.

"Suspicion? Li Changzhou is in the downtown area of ​​Songcheng——"

"Phoenix." The ambitious and steady voice suppressed the temper of Fiery Phoenix.

The tent was quiet for a while, and the smell of gunpowder was so strong that it choked my nose.

The signal light had no doubt that if it had not been signed "in black and white", a fight would have started.

When he was in school, he thought it was ridiculous that "before the world was settled, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was fighting for power and greed for pleasure." Now he realized that what was ridiculous was not the Tianping Heavenly Kingdom, but people.

He was not mocking Li Changzhou or the special battle situation.

Before he came in, he thought it was nothing to make a fuss about, but sitting here, he couldn't help but worry in his heart. What if the person wearing the "crown" couldn't resist the temptation and had evil thoughts?

The only consensus among the players now is probably the idea that they are the most suitable person to wear the "Crown".

Traffic lights themselves are no exception.

He finally understood why No. 1 was unwilling to leave the infirmary and enter the conference room.

It’s not that you are tired of being a coward in the conference room, but you know that once you walk in, you will become a part of it.

"Mr. Li Changzhou," Hou Feng said, "I apologize to you on behalf of Little Phoenix. I believe in your character. Zheng Qing told me about your rescue of Zheng Qing. I also understand your worries, but I also

Please believe in the special operations situation and trust us."

"Although I want to say that this has nothing to do with the special operations, it is a problem of human nature. No one dares to say that there are absolutely no undercover agents, no spies, and no selfish people in the special operations..." Li Changzhou spoke slowly.

What Fiery Phoenix wanted to say was glanced at by him.

No one interrupted, so he continued:

"...But this is not the biggest reason for me to fight for the right to use the crown. There are risks in wearing the crown. The King of Wind and Light is a god, and this planet is his corpse. He is very likely to wear the crown on his body.

Resurrection within.”

The traffic light looked at Li Changzhou.

Aman's face was no longer sleepy, and his expression was solemn.

"Really?" Xiao Wusheng couldn't help but ask.

"I have seen gods who lived in ancient times and took action against the present." Li Changzhou said.

The only sound in the tent was breathing.

The signal lamp felt that the atmosphere had changed. Before, most players were leaning towards the special battle situation, but now they became hesitant.

In terms of character, the special battle situation has an advantage over individuals, but when it comes to resisting the strong—including gods—the strong are more trustworthy.

"I am willing to take this risk." Hou Feng said solemnly.

"This has nothing to do with whether you are willing or not. To be honest, it has nothing to do with me whether you die or not, but the resurrection of the King of Wind and Light will prevent me from returning to Earth."

"Why can't we sign a contract?" The signal light couldn't help but interjected, "It's like "it's written in black and white." The person wearing the crown can only do one thing and make the Four Seasons surrender - do you have any props similar to the contract?"

The other players also looked at the top.

"Yes," Hou Feng nodded, "but I won't hide it from everyone. I can't guarantee whether the contract is valid for players who wear the "Crown"."

"invalid."

Everyone turned their attention to Li Changzhou again.

Li Changzhou explained: "When I turned into a divine body, that is, when I was three thousand meters high, "black and white words on a piece of paper" had no effect on me."

The traffic light heard gasps, not only from others, but from his own as well.

Li Changzhou has always had the ability to break the contract and take action against other players?

Did he really want to ensure that the event ended smoothly before fighting for the right to wear the "Crown"?

Then trust him... No, what he said may not be true. Even the resurrection of the King of Wind and Light may be a lie fabricated to achieve his purpose.

"Excuse me," the voice was soft, and the signal light looked over and saw that it was the female harpist, "Mr. Li, is there any way to ensure that he is not controlled by the gods?"

After saying that, she quickly added: "Of course I know that you are stronger than us, but I feel that the gap between us... makes no difference in the eyes of the gods."

Li Changzhou was a little helpless: "You can't see it, and if I tell you, you will think it's another lie I told."

"I don't doubt what you mean, I just think... if you can explain it clearly, the matter will be solved."

"It's okay." Li Changzhou raised his hand to signal the female harpist not to take it to heart.

"What do you think?" Hou Feng looked at everyone.

"I have an idea," the hip-hop girl blew up the bubbles and laid her upper body on the table with an excited expression. "Why don't you let the best dancer...uh, I mean, I'll teach you, and you guys will learn.

, whoever learns the best among you will wear the crown. By the way, I admit that he is the strongest hip-hop king!"

"Vote." said the kneeler.

The hip-hop girl stared at the kneeler, her purple lips squirming, her teeth chewing the bubbles hard, and her eyes painted with seductive eyeliner exuded a dangerous aura.

"Okay." Hou Feng nodded.

"I have no objection." said the female sand painter.

"Me neither." The signal light said.

"Agree."
To be continued...