Chapter 127: Reckless

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Gong Jiu's invitation was like a bolt from the blue, a thunderbolt in a rainy night.

Bu knew that this guy said this on purpose, but he still couldn't help being surprised.

No way, big brother, you are playing such a trick

In "Simulation Jianghu: I am the Master" 1.0, Gong Jiu made a similar invitation to the player. The reason why it is similar is that in the game, Gong Jiu made the invitation when he was alone with the player.

I didn't expect that in 2.0, Gong Jiu wanted to play a threesome...

The master looked at Gong Jiu with a strange emotion in his eyes, which was obscured by the shadow of the mask and could not be seen clearly.

He was silent for a long time, and the room fell into silence. Shaman was a little embarrassed. It was obvious that Gong Jiu's words made the smiling mask very suspicious.

How could a normal person respond to such an unreasonable invitation

? Just as Shaman was thinking this, the head of the sect stretched out his hand. His five fingers were slender and white, his nails were trimmed round and clean, and his posture was casual: "Give me the whip, and I will beat you."

Shaman: "..."

Gong Jiu looked at the right hand that the head of the sect stretched out.

Shaman didn't understand what was going on at all. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore. She picked up the whip on the ground and stuffed it into the palm of the head of the sect. When their fingers touched, the cold body temperature made her shiver. She withdrew her hand and looked at the head of the sect with strange eyes.

The head of the sect held the whip and didn't say anything. The eyes behind the mask looked directly at Shaman, and it was impossible to see his emotions.

Gong Jiu noticed the reaction of Shaman when his fingertips touched the head of the sect, which reminded him of something unimportant.

Bu Zao didn't care what they were thinking, he looked down at the whip in his hand, thinking: should I beat him or not?

Shaman said, "I'll give you the place, you two can do whatever you want."

The smiley mask turned to her, still unable to tell the emotion.

Shaman walked out, Gong Jiu and the head of the sect didn't stop her.

Gong Jiu ignored Shaman, looked at the head of the Salted Fish Sect, and asked, "Compared with your three disciples, you are even stranger. Which one is the real you?"

"..."

The head of the sect didn't say anything, he pulled the whip, and a sense of impatience was revealed in his nonchalant heart.

Now it was Gong Jiu's turn to have some subtle emotions. No one had ever been so impatient about this matter. No matter who it was, when holding the whip, they would reveal their reluctance to be forced.

Gong Jiu didn't care about these, but it didn't mean that he didn't notice.

"Don't you want to talk?" Gong Jiu said lightly, "I remember you are very talkative."

Shaman outside the door was confused. She didn't know when such a person appeared on the island, and she didn't understand why Gong Jiu seemed to be very familiar with this uninvited guest.

The head of the sect replied: "What you see is not necessarily true, just like I didn't know that you, who seemed inviolable on the surface, actually had the habit of disheveled clothes and asking others to whip you. Tell me, how do you want me to beat you?"

Gong Jiu: "..."

Shaman outside the door fell into deeper confusion.

Did the party that whipped Gong Jiu still have the freedom to choose?

Gong Jiu looked at the headmaster deeply, as if he wanted to see his real face through the weird smiley mask.

Bu Zao left a deep impression on him, and his temperament was nothing like the masked man in front of him. This man was like a swamp, and Bu Zao was like a beam of sunshine.

"I suddenly feel a little regretful." Gong Jiu said.

"I don't accept regrets, I will refute."

The headmaster happily whipped, and the sound of breaking through the air sounded. His figure was already close to Gong Jiu, and the smiley mask approached. Behind the crescent-shaped smiley black hole was a pair of deep eyes that could not be seen clearly.

Gong Jiu's heart sank, and he immediately fought back.

The noise in the house was deafening, and the sound of whips breaking through the air rang out one after another. Shaman quietly looked inside. The figure could not be seen in the dim house, and the ground was dripping with blood. Shaman

stared at the scene in the house intently. She probably knew the reason why the old man suddenly stayed at home during the day.

The masked man was too strong. Even though Gong Jiu was ruthless, he still seemed to be at ease.

The player had no martial ethics, and Gong Jiu was unarmed, which did not prevent the player from whipping him. Bu

Zao whipped more and more happily, and not a single whip missed. After being whipped, Gong Jiu reached out to wrap around the long whip and pulled the head towards him.

The headmaster didn't let go, but held the whip tighter, taking advantage of the situation to kick Gong Jiu, kicking him on the waist, leaving a gray footprint on his red and white clothes.

Gong Jiu became even more ruthless and determined, with a cold face, he tightly grasped the tail end of the long whip with one hand, and wrapped it around the headmaster's neck in a flash. The long whip was rusty with blood, wet and cold. Bu Zao couldn't let himself fall into the desperate situation of being entangled by the neck, so he decisively threw away the whip handle in his hand.

Originally, it was because Bu Zao was pulling the other end and the long whip was tight that Gong Jiu had the opportunity to entangle the headmaster, but once the headmaster let go, it would just be a whip that was held upside down.

"I'm tired." The headmaster said, "Are you satisfied?"

Gong Jiu's breathing was rapid, and the expression on his face was unclear whether it was pain or joy, or maybe both.

He said in a hoarse voice: "So what are you going to do?" Bu

Zao didn't answer, and just took care of his messy hair.

To be honest, when Gong Jiu wanted to strangle him with the whip just now, his hair was tangled, and it was extremely painful.

He thought that fighting with Gong Jiu would be even cooler, but from the moment the whip hit Gong Jiu, things went in a strange direction and there was no turning back.

Gong Jiu was hit hard by the headmaster, and he couldn't straighten his back in pain. His body was covered with whip marks, and he could only watch as the headmaster fixed his hair and took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I have decided not to abandon your martial arts for now."

The dark smiling eyes on the strange mask are annoying, and the voice behind the mask is nothing like the high and bright voice during the day.

"You are still very young now, and you have plenty of room for improvement compared to the old man... So, do you want to listen to my orders?"

Gong Jiu wanted to laugh, but he coughed several times when he opened his mouth, and a fishy sweetness surged in his throat.

"No hurry." The head looked at him, his voice dull, "You have plenty of time to think about it."

Gong Jiu coughed and spat out two mouthfuls of blood, looking quite wolfish, but the smile on his face showed his excitement. He said, "How old are you? Are all the things you said fabricated?"

"Who knows?" said the head, "When the false is true, the true becomes false. It's not good for you to know too much."

He turned his head to look outside the door and caught Shaman who was looking inside. Shaman looked at the head, then looked at Gong Jiu who was half lying on the chair, with a stunned look.

Bu Zao didn't have any special opinion of Shaman. Although she was the main character who was forced to whip Gong Jiu to fulfill his wishes, she was rescued by Gong Jiu and brought to the island. This twisted relationship has nothing to do with the players.

"Have you seen enough?"

"..."

"You come to take care of him." said the head.

Shaman nodded silently. Seeing that the headmaster was about to leave, she couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

The smiling mask tilted slightly, and cast an emotionless look from the crescent-shaped black hole.

The headmaster left silently without saying a word.

After cleaning up the mess, Shaman learned the identity of the headmaster from Gong Jiu who was lying on the bed.

"It's him..." Gong Jiu laughed out loud, his chest shaking with laughter, "It's the chef." Shaman looked shocked, and her first reaction was disbelief, but Gong Jiu seemed to find it very interesting and couldn't stop laughing, which made Shaman feel a little terrified.

She lowered her head.

It was getting dark at night. Shaman went outside to look around. There were people lying on the ground nearby. Only the casino was still brightly lit and bustling, and the laughter and noise could be heard from far away.

Shaman returned to his room indifferently, not intending to deal with this matter.

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The moon was at its zenith, Yue Yang tossed and turned, there was still no sound of Bu Zao returning to the room, her doubts grew deeper and deeper.

The Ninth Young Master's guess had no basis, Yue Yang didn't want to believe it, but as Beef Soup said, he had to believe it.

It was very quiet outside, with only the sound of wind and insects. There was a large area of ​​milky white moonlight on the ground. Yue Yang stared at the ground, his eyes slowly moving towards the window frame.

He suddenly had an urge to get out of bed and go out. As soon as this thought came up, Yue Yang took action.

A man in black sat at the stone table in the yard, with black hair down to his waist and a strange smiling mask.

He recognized the mask, although he had never seen it before, but he remembered it deeply. It was exactly the same mask as in the rumors.

"Oh, you're awake." The smiley mask looked at him.

Yue Yang was silent for

a long time, and said, "What is your purpose?" He got straight to the point without asking about his identity. Bu Zao liked Yue Yang's straightforwardness very much. He crossed his legs and said, "I don't have any purpose. I'm bored."

Yue Yang asked, "Is the debt real or fake?"

This one is real.

But the headmaster didn't admit it: "Guess."

Yue Yang hesitated for a long time and asked in a low voice, "What level is Chongming among your disciples?"

The headmaster said, "He was originally the first in the class and my eldest disciple, but he ranks third in strength. What level do you think he is?"

Yue Yang knew that he didn't need to ask anymore. The old man suddenly closed the door and didn't come out. He came back late at night, so it was impossible for him to do nothing.

"What should I do?" Yue Yang's question was very sensible.

"No need to do anything."

The headmaster said so.

"...Okay." Yue Yang glanced at the headmaster, "I'll go back to sleep."

The headmaster nodded.

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Beef Soup didn't know what happened on the island until the next morning. Except for those who stayed up all night in the casino, everyone was attacked by a strange smiley mask.

Such a smiley mask could only belong to the leader of the Salted Fish Sect. Beef Soup forced himself to look for Gong Jiu, but Gong Jiu closed the door and refused to see anyone.

Facing Beef Soup and questioning him, Shaman outside the door said coldly: "Since you are the daughter of the old man, why don't you find the answer yourself?"

Beef Soup asked: "It has

something to do with Bu Zao." Shaman had no expression on his face.

Beef Soup called "Brother Jiu", and Gong Jiu inside the house responded: "She is right."

The voice coming from the house was quite hoarse. Beef Soup was shocked, hesitated for a moment, and said goodbye and left.

On the way back, she was worried. The worst guess was that Bu Zao was the leader of the Salted Fish Sect. The result of his fight with Gong Jiu last night was obvious.

Even the old man might be the first to suffer.

When she thought of this, Niu Niu Tang felt an inexplicable surge of anger in her heart.

Bu Zao had been deceiving all of them.

When Beef Soup passed by the casino again, the people in the casino were lying on the ground with bruised faces and crying: "Is that masked man really the leader of the Salted Fish Sect? He has no martial ethics! He just beats us up!"

Beef Soup had left immediately after finding something wrong. The gamblers had been gambling all night and were in low spirits. They lay down to rest. A man in black clothes and a smiling mask broke in and beat everyone without saying a word. He stepped on people and left the casino.

Beef Soup's forehead was throbbing with veins. No one could move at the moment. They were either broken or in pain. Some even had their martial arts sealed. She thought for a moment and turned to the yard where Yue Yang and Bu Zao lived.

Gray smoke came out of their yard, Bu Zao was grilling skewers.

Niu Niu Tang pushed the door open and questioned: "Bu Zao! - No, the leader of the Salted Fish Sect!"

Bu Zao innocently looked up, and Niu Niu Tang felt a blockage in his heart, anxious, angry, and a little depressed.

"Where's your mask!"

Niu Niu Tang said angrily. Bu

Zao: "It's boring to wear it."

He didn't plan to act anymore. All the important factors have been gathered, and they are just waiting for the vest to go to the island. It doesn't matter whether Niu Niu Tang knows his identity or not.

This attitude made Beef Soup even more unhappy. She wanted to take action, but she was very self-aware. She frowned and thought for a long time, then said coldly: "I think your greatest skill is not your cooking skills, but your ability to lie without thinking."

The head of the sect didn't care about this accusation and said: "It only shows that you don't understand me."

Beef Soup looked at Bu Zao's casual posture. It was still the same face, but the feeling it gave people was completely different from before.

She really didn't understand this person.

Beef soup feels quite humiliated.