Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

After a few rounds, no matter how difficult Jiang Yuan made things, Yu Du was able to adapt and turn the flower rope back to its simplest state and hand it over to its owner.

Jiang Yuan was displeased by this, and his expression gradually darkened. Before Xiao Yuer was about to flip back onto the flower rope, he warned:

"If you keep being so perfunctory, I won't play with you anymore."

The young man paused for a moment and nodded gently: "Okay."

With his cold fingertips, he rubbed the master's palm lines. Yu Du temporarily changed a few steps. The red lines were intertwined, folded, and bent, and soon he got a slightly more complicated pattern.

This time, Jiang Yuan finally stopped.

Between the cold-faced young man's open palms was a small fish outlined with crisscross red lines.

This fish is blowing bubbles from its mouth, its fat and sticky belly is facing upwards, and its fins are closed, as if it is bowing in surrender.

Mo You noticed Jiang Yuan's hesitation and asked, "Grandma Qi, was it difficult for my master to turn the page this time?"

"It's not difficult, but if you want to break this knot, there is only one way." Old Lady Qi said:

"You have to interlock your fingertips with your partner to form a peach shape to show reconciliation."

"Peach-shaped? Grandma, you mean heart-shaped, right?" Mo You suddenly realized, but new questions followed:

"Then is Mr. Jiang willing to reconcile?"

Of course not!

Jiang was unwilling to reconcile and scoffed at this trick of coaxing a child.

"Sir, do you think that if you hook Bubblefish and leave only one way to reconcile and survive, I will have no choice?"

The long-haired young man opened his purple eyes slightly and realized something was wrong.

"what a pity."

The white-haired son of God had an evil arc on his lips and sneered: "From the moment you entered this game, you have fallen into the trap I carefully laid out."

In a flash, Jiang Yuan inserted his middle finger into the apology bubble fish and with lightning speed, tied up every joint of Yu Du's ten fingers and palms, binding them tightly so that he could not break free.

Fan Wen tied Yu Du's hands with one end, while Jiang Yuan held the other end in his hand.

Even though Fan Wen was usually ineffective against Yu Du, this time he was tied up physically, making it difficult for him to escape.

Jiang Yuan folded his hands and threatened proudly: "Hehehe, little commander, you are now in my grasp! Either you promise not to punish me anymore, or you will be trapped like this forever!"

But this threat had the opposite effect on Yu Du.

The young man's eyelids drooped as he looked at his hands bound by red spider silk. His Adam's apple rolled up and down silently, and his pale cheeks were stained with a hint of light red, as if he was enduring some unspeakable illness.

The CEO's voice was very low and magnetic.

"it is good."

Jiang Yuan: “Ah?”

Yu Du raised his eyes, looked at his master and said sincerely: "Just put it on like this until you are satisfied."

Jiang Yuan's eyes widened in disbelief: "...You!!!"

"Bah."

Mo You: "Grandma Qi? What's wrong with you?"

The old lady with a wrinkled face, chin on her hand, looked hopeless: "I am reflecting on why I watched these two idiots playing cat's tangle."

These two geniuses play the simplest games, flip the most complicated ropes, have the stupidest fights, and act the dumbest.

Just when Jiang Yuan was really helpless with Xiao Yu'er, a roar came from the front cabin of the cloud cabin.

"Hey!!! Brake! Brake!! Who's pressing the brake? Brake quickly!!!"

"What!!?"

Under the action of inertia, all the players in the cloud cabin leaned forward violently, and Jiang Yixing, who was steering the wheel, hit his forehead on the cloud screen.

Yu Du: "What happened in front?"

Jiang Yixing: "Shit! I bumped into a fat old man in a red robe!"

"You're not here to touch porcelain, are you?"

"Hey, these old guys are really good at scamming people."

"Fuck you, there's definitely nothing good in this game. Step on the gas and crush it to death, or this old man won't scream!"

It turned out to be Jiang Yixing, who was driving the cloud as if it were a supercar, speeding all the way. Just as he reached the clouds of the Heavenly Palace, he knocked down an innocent old man who happened to pass by.

On the cloud in front of Feiyun, there was an old man in red clothes, with gray hair and beard, lying motionless, looking like he was hit to death by the cloud.

When Jiang Yuan saw this person, his expression changed: "Oh no, this is..."

"What? You know him?" Wu Qu came over while cracking melon seeds. Seeing Captain Yu being tied up with a red string by Jiang Yuan, the corner of his mouth twitched:

"What kind of PLAY are you two playing?"

However, Jiang Yuan did not have time to answer his question about play. He pulled Yu Du confidentially to the closed exit and knocked on an ambiguous protrusion. The cloud cabin shook, and then opened an abalone-shaped crack that could pass three people. The two of them ran out along the sticky corridor.

Everyone was shocked: So this is how clouds open? !

In front of the cloud screen, all the players saw Jiang Yuan hurriedly get off the cloud, run to the old man in red, squat down, and start to touch him all over. They originally thought that Jiang Yuan wanted to go down and rescue the old man, but the more they watched, the less likely it was.

Finally, Jiang Yuan took out a dozen small sachets from the old man's pocket and opened them to check with great interest.

Everyone complained passionately: So you went down to pick up equipment!!!

if not?

Jiang was willing to go down from the clouds just to pick up the equipment dropped by the old man. His performance just now was so secretive, purely to create an atmosphere.

The old man in front of me is wearing a bright red robe, looking so festive, and he appears in the sky. He is most likely the God of Wealth, and he will definitely drop some good stuff.

However, there were no gold ingots or pearls. He searched the old man's brocade bag and only found a pile of tattered and shriveled red threads.

Jiang Yuan: "Tsk, I'm wrong, this is Yue Lao!"

That is the God of Happiness, the Moon God who is in charge of marriage and helps lovers to find their love.

It's a pity that he is not interested in marriage, and the God of Wealth is more cost-effective.

The Son of God sighed in disappointment, put the waste threads back, and was about to pull Yu Du away when his delicate earlobes moved slightly and he actually caught a very subtle sound.

“It hurts…it hurts…it hurts so much…”

It was a weak young female voice.

How could it come from an old man?

Jiang Yuan frowned, looked at the old man's hunchback, realized something, and his face suddenly looked a little bad.

He stretched out his hand to lift up the red robe, but was suddenly grabbed by the wrist by a pair of strong old hands.

"I smell it, I smell it, it's the red thread... the smell of the red thread."

The old man who had been unconscious just now started talking incoherently and got up from the ground.

"It smells so good, so good..."

The gray-bearded old man let go, and ignoring the two people's vigilant gazes, he circled between Jiang Yuan and Yu Du like a scoundrel old dog, and soon smelled Fan Wen who had tied Yu Du's hands.

Come to think of it, rounding it off, Fan Wen is indeed a red line, Jiang Yuan thought.

"So that's how it is. It turns out to be the red thread derived from the spider silk in front of the Buddha... Wonderful, wonderful, it's really amazing!"

Seeing that Yue Lao had such good vision, Jiang Yuan became interested: "Oh? Old man, what's the trick?"

"This spider silk in front of the Buddha should be the purest, most sacred, and cleanest thing in the world, but now it has been contaminated by the most evil blood of the evil spirits at the bottom of purgatory..."

When he said this, Jiang Yuan's smile froze and he looked a little displeased.

Yu Du, however, remained calm, completely staying out of the matter, listening to the old man's rage.

"But just this is not enough to make this red thread so exquisite..." Yue Lao was confused for a moment, and suddenly said in surprise:

"So that's it! I understand!!! It's this ghost blood that is full of affection and pure love, but it can't get the love it wants. It's extremely painful, extremely desperate, extremely miserable, extremely sad, hahahaha, hahahaha, extremely stupid!! But it is this extreme persistence that can create such a pure and perfect red line!!!"

“I’ve figured it out! I’ve figured it out ahahahahahahaha!!!”

Fan Wen's body is stained with the blood of many people.

But speaking of evil ghosts, the first thing Jiang Yuan thought of was the coward that he had fished out of purgatory and brought to paradise in front of the Buddha.

Later, he encountered the little devil in other games.

But is it true that the little ghost had something to do with Fan Wen’s redness?

Jiang Yuan shook his head, this was absolutely impossible.

Because he later sent the little ghost to reincarnation himself, it definitely had nothing to do with Fan Wen.

What's more, the old man's words are all mixed up and crazy, making no sense and hard to believe.

He didn't want to listen to the old man's madness anymore, and was about to take back his question, but the hunchbacked old man laid on Yu Du's arm, sniffed him a few times, and became suspicious.

"Strange, so strange... The owner of this blood died and was reborn, reborn and died, and kept coming back... constantly... This is impossible, what is this?"

The cloudy old eyes, full of doubt, turned three times and suddenly stopped at the young man in black in front of him.

His eyes suddenly became clear, as if he understood some horrible connection.

I cannot recognize the true appearance of Mount Lu because it is right in front of me!

The old man opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow deformed teeth. His throat trembled, and a sound was about to come out of his throat, but was immediately blocked by a small bubble.

No more sound could be made.

“Haha…Haha! Haha!!! Cough cough cough!!!”

Jiang Yuan took back his question and asked, "Matchmaker? What's wrong with you? Keep talking?"

Yu Du rubbed his fingers and said calmly: "Maybe I am old and my throat is uncomfortable."

“Da da da da-----!!!”

“Da da da da-----!!!”

“Da da da da-----!!!”

At this moment, the milky clouds trembled, white smoke billowed in the distance, and the sound of hurried horse hooves was heard.

"Hey!! What are you doing over there!!!"

"Shen Xingdao, Ban Feiyun! What's wrong with you!!!"

"Those ants dressed in weird clothes...are players!!! The players are coming! Catch them quickly!!"

Seven or eight burly heavenly soldiers, five or six meters tall, with ox heads and horse faces, holding magic spears, each riding a skinless red heavenly horse, came stepping through the air with great momentum.

"Oh no! It's the cops from heaven!"

Jiang Yuan pulled Xiao Yu'er and was about to run, but just as they arrived under the fat cloud, before they had time to get in, the gap in the cloud suddenly made a "puff" sound, and a wave of muddy farts blasted out, making the two of them dizzy and taking several steps back.

When he opened his eyes again, the fat cloud had already carried the players away at a high speed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Yuan: ...

Yu Du: ...

Jiang Adou, you are really great!

The dust was rustling and the sound of horse hooves was approaching, but the matchmaker had disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that the heavenly soldiers were approaching, the two men had no choice but to kill these cops first, then steal a heavenly horse to chase the cloud, and by the way, hang Jiang Adou up and beat him up.

The spear attacked, but the white-haired Son of God remained calm and waved his hands, but his sleeves were empty and nothing came out.

"boom--!!!"

After the Annihilation Sacrifice was performed, Yu Du fired a gun into the sky. A golden rainstorm quickly fell, knocking the heavenly soldiers to the ground and rendering them in disarray.

Yu Du took the opportunity to ask, "Where is Fan Wen?"

Jiang Yuan searched up and down, and finally his face darkened and he collapsed, holding his head:

"Sir, I, I, I...my Fan Wen was taken away by Yue Lao!!!"