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After a few seconds of silence, the group of players simultaneously reached out and started rapidly shuffling mahjong tiles, preparing for another round!
Queque said, "Whoever loses in the next round will be eliminated."
The enraged prayer handed Tulan a bag of gems, the bag wide open, the entire bag overflowing with dazzling, fiery jewels: "Are you selling your location?"
Tulan immediately put down the mahjong set, picked up the gemstone, and offered his seat: "Please sit down."
Yu Xunge clicked his tongue and said, "Am I usually so poor that you can't even tell?"
Tulan looked at her for a few moments, then said, "Do you know how many beatings Xue Dui gave me for making money by selling dragon dung?"
The other three people at the table, including Queque who was standing next to Maple Syrup waiting for a table, all looked over, their eyes filled with shock and a hint of disdain.
"What are you looking at?!" Yu Xunge roared. "I'm seeking dragon resources for my people. Is that a matter of money?"
Under Yu Xunge's intimidation, the group tacitly dropped the topic, but it was hard to say how far the topic would spread in private.
After the initial novelty of the Tomb of the World wore off, everyone became clearly more interested in the scenes before the defeat of the Chaotic Star Sea, which obviously involved the final battle, and they all sped up their mahjong game.
They even tried to say exactly what cards they needed to speed up the game, but unfortunately, this method didn't trigger the final reward, so they had to play mahjong by skill.
Each time, the background is a starry sea of mountains and a clock face covered with glittering stars, but the player on the clock face changes.
I don't know whether to say that Qunshan has good judgment, or that Tian from every era, whether in the Star Sea or Qunshan, can always make it to the end. At least 80% of the battle scenes are between the original and the clone.
Many gods whose names they did not know were disheveled on the clock face.
Yu Xunge recognized Tingzhou Huxiao and Luchen Huo through the divine relics.
All the players present had received divine credentials. By piecing together their information, they not only pieced together the names of the eight special gods from the demon city of Astrana, but also identified their races by their true forms revealed during battle.
Captain of the Tide, Drummer of Zelan, Bitter Cup of the Reef, Graffiti Without Light.
Lighthouses deceive flowers, brilliance is dull, smoke rises from mountain islands, and midsummer is a riot.
There's a "lighthouse," there's "brilliance," there's "midsummer," but there's no "wine-carrying" or "forest and sea."
Yu Xunge reached up and scratched his hair, then said to Maple Syrup, "Do you know why Zaijiu and the highest deity of the Forest Sea aren't included?"
Maple Syrup tilted her head and blew on a feather that had perked up on her wing, saying, "Because only one supreme god can be born in each world, these two vacant positions are waiting for us."
Queque said unhappily, "Who said there was such a rule!"
Yu Xunge leaned to the right, getting closer to Maple Sugar, and at the same time, reached out from behind and put his hand on Maple Sugar's right shoulder: "We said it."
As dawn broke, Chan was elegantly playing cards. Hearing this, she glanced up at the two people with their arms around each other, noticed Maple Sugar's tense expression, and couldn't help but smile, asking meaningfully, "Have you two made up?"
The enraged prayer raised his index finger and pushed up his glasses: "It seems so."
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