Star Dome Simulator: Start with Girlfriend Firefly.

"Everything is dedicated to the Amber King!"

As the last sentence fell, the gold sand completely stimulated part of the power of the protection order, and the whole person looked golden and shining with the aura of endless money.

"Come on, let's see who has the last laugh - the game begins!"

The war is about to start.

Luo Ming had no intention of taking action. Instead, he looked at Xing, holding the flaming spear, and rushed forward first.

The foundation stone is the preserved Holy Communion.

It looked more powerful than the Flame Lance that had only been briefly glimpsed.

But when it comes to the degree of stay, in the entire Interstellar Peace Company, only a few true protectors are qualified to look down on it.

And Cun Hu never cared about this group of fanatical believers.

Taravan, head of building materials logistics, one of the company's few confirmed patrons and a member of the seven-member board of directors, was charged with the sacred task of delivering building materials to Creeper.

But before he joined the company, he had been given the authority of an emissary by Clipper.

The company believes in conservation, but that does not mean they are working for conservation, and it cannot be equated with conservation behavior.

Seeing that Luo Ming had no intention of taking action.

Huang Quan couldn't help but move closer and said, "Do you really not need me to take action? They seem to be unable to deal with the gold in this state."

Luo Ming reached out and held her hand on the hilt, and said with a smile: "People always have to grow up through battles. Otherwise, if you encounter a crisis that can only be solved by one person in the future, won't you just wait to die on the spot?"

"I understand." Huang Quan nodded and said nothing more, nor did he move his hand that was being held by Luo Ming.

Every time Huang Quan draws his sword, it means he moves one step closer to the shadow of nothingness.

Luo Ming didn't even have time to save her, so how could he possibly watch her draw her sword?

At this time.

The situation on the field changed, and the gold sand in the first stage gradually could not withstand the siege of several people in the train crew.

Xing switched to the protective power, holding a flaming spear, shouting "Charge", and rushed towards the gold sand without fear.

Jizi mobilized the orbital cannon and shot down a beam of scorching light from the sky, forcing Shajin to stop attacking.

March Seventh's ice arrows followed closely behind, covering the entire battlefield like raindrops.

For a moment, the high-intensity energy fluctuations stirred up clouds of dust and fog, blocking everyone's vision, and the scene fell silent for a short time.

"finished?"

San Yue Qi tightly grasped the ice longbow, staring at the center of the venue without blinking, and his tone sounded quite nervous.

"Of course not. Cunhu is the most important thing besides abundance."

Luo Ming's voice had just fallen.

The dust and fog were all dissipated by a gust of wind, and Sha Jin's figure, holding his forehead with his hand, reappeared in everyone's sight, speaking extremely arrogant words.

"Why—can't you live more happily?"

"Strong hands, slow play, posturing..."

He raised his finger and scanned everyone one by one: "You guys, make me a little anxious."

"Hahaha!"

Gold Dust laughed loudly as it flew high into the sky, like a golden star, releasing terrifying power fluctuations, allowing everyone in the bustling metropolis at Golden Hour to clearly see his powerful figure.

"For the sake of fun, everyone - I'll bet all my chips on it!"

"Only when you abandon rationality can you have a real game..."

He threw a glittering chip high into the sky, and the entire sky was instantly dyed with dazzling golden light.

Immediately afterwards, countless huge golden chips slowly emerged, like golden stars, and poured towards the ground step by step with an unparalleled posture.

on the ground.

Xinghe Sanyueqi was almost unsteady due to the impact of this powerful momentum and was trying his best to resist.

Among the towering skyscrapers and on the wide and prosperous streets, countless guests who came to visit this grand star were now almost all looking at the sky in horror, feeling the breath of death so close.

Sand Gold used his own life to put everyone in the golden moment on the other side of the chip.

Either he dies or the golden moment is completely destroyed.

"Tsk tsk, if Krippo had any humanity, he would personally destroy this clown-like so-called interstellar 'peace' company."

Luo Ming looked at the huge and boundless golden light curtain in the sky. There was no trace of fear on his face, but instead a hint of deep mockery.

"——You will definitely call, right!"

Rumble——!

Huge golden chips fell from the sky, bombarding the prosperous buildings and causing shouts of panic.

At this moment, countless buildings collapsed, the wide streets were filled with rubble, and billowing smoke and dust followed the collapse of each building, like a wave that was about to submerge the entire city.

Hear the sound of gold dust in the sky.

Luo Ming took a step forward, stood in front of everyone on the train, and slowly reached out to press the black long sword at his waist.

......

Chaolu Mansion.

"A maze of corridors and rooms, with traps everywhere... The owner of this mansion is a bit paranoid."

In front of the mural symbolizing the Oak family, Sunday heard footsteps coming from behind him. As if he had expected it, he calmly tilted his head and said, "You have a sense of humor, Mr. Sheriff. I hope this sense of humor has helped you find the serial killer."

Gallagher smiled and said, "I'm just expressing my personal opinion. What? Did it hurt you?"

Sunday seemed to be really touched. He took back his right hand which was elegantly behind his back and said in a colder tone: "Mr. Gallagher, I don't have much patience. Negative work——"

He turned suddenly and squinted at Gallagher: "It only makes me more suspicious that you are involved with the real murderer."

Gallagher snorted and closed his eyes helplessly.

"Rogue, gangster, drunkard, hooligan... I've heard a lot of these rubbish, but I never thought that one day I would be considered an accomplice of a murderer."

He walked through the exquisite scale model of the golden hour and stepped in front of Sunday.

"I take it back: your problem is not that you are too suspicious, you are crazy, understand? Crazy."

"You - the family - broke the spine of this old dog of mine, pulled out his fangs, and now you're accusing me of murder? Assholes, only an idiot who's drunk on Fen Leda would go crazy over a stray dog ​​on the street."

"What on earth is making you keep talking nonsense here? You should be more concerned about those foreign guests who are having a great time in the movie park than me."

Gallagher's words had barely escaped his lips.

From far away outside, there were bursts of rumbling noises, and the earth seemed to be shaking. At this time, the sound of gold sand scattering chips and crashing into buildings was heard.

Sunday's mouth slightly raised, and he said calmly: "You don't need to remind me. As soon as the envoy left the mansion, I knew what he wanted to do. My 'servants' saw it all. His little magic trick did fool me, but it doesn't matter. I am very happy to see the current situation."

Gallagher raised his head and glanced at a small bird with dark purple feathers, which looked like a crow, hanging from the rafters.

"Why do you think I let him go, and why did I clear out the stage in that paradise?"

"Because my target has always been you, Hound. The more noise he makes, the more chances I have to make you and your true master pay with blood."

The shocking battle that took place in the film and television park will cause the family to suffer a great loss, but Sunday, as the head of the Oak family, does not seem to care about it at all.

Gallagher shrugged. "If I were the murderer, why would you be so secretive? Ha, I forgot that you also have a master who is not easy to serve, the dream master of Pinocchio - they told you to ignore the damn murder case and concentrate on the Harmony Festival..."

"...Isn't that right, 'gentle brother'?"

Zhou Ri chuckled lightly, his face did not reveal any details, he just said calmly: "It seems that your disguise has helped you fully understand every detail of the family."

"Disguise?" Gallagher sneered. "How can you tell that I'm a fake? Open your eyes and look carefully. The one with the halo -"

Sunday's eyes fell on him, "Indeed, everything about you is real, the brown hair, soft and curly like Benny, the orange eyes, which remind me of Sir Whittaker's gaze, the strange scar, it is Woolsey's medal..."

On Sunday, the names of the fifty-two suspected murderers were announced one by one.

"And the grey vest, the tie, the Order of the Hound, the drink-mixing skills, the identity of the sheriff... they are all real - from fifty-two loyal 'family members'."

"When they come together, countless tiny truths are woven into a lie - you pick up a wisp of cognition from each person, claim it as your own, and 'fabricate' a complete [Gallah] in your dream."

"Am I right, mysterious pawn?"

Fiction is one of the terms controlled by mystery.

Gallagher smiled slowly.

It ended up turning into laughter.

“Hahahahaha! You’re so brave, awesome! Okay, I underestimated you…”

Hear his wild and unrestrained laughter.

Sunday narrowed his eyes and took a step back.