[MTL, BL] My Cards Are Perfect (Unlimited)

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"Boss, what about our mission now?" The puppet master climbed onto Su Mingxuan's shoulders and sat down. As the young man stood up, he watched his eyes rise rapidly and shook his legs happily.

"The reasoning of the boss, I feel that our dungeon can be completely cleared." The puppeteer patted his soft chest proudly.

"The task is simple. As long as the deceased you killed in the sub-time appears, we can complete the task and leave." Su Mingxuan wiped the blood on his hands and walked out of the room.

"Hey, what about your mission, boss?" The puppet master tilted his head, "Do you already know about it, boss?"

"Yes." Su Mingxuan smiled confidently, shook the bangs on his head, and acted handsomely, " It's very simple, in fact, I guessed it from the beginning." The

puppeteer: "How do you say it?"

"I killed you on the fourth day in the sub-time, and then projected it to the main time in the order of death. The ones who didn't die, the shorter they lived in the sub-time, such as Zhou Cheng and the rest of the residents."

"Among those who have died, who can kill me?"

"No." Su Mingxuan asked himself Self-answered, "I died on the seventh day in the vice-time. I think at that time, no one but me could kill myself." The

young man touched his chin, "That's why I said, the vice-time we are very close. Daring, actually reducing the difficulty of our mission through death."

"Look, my mission and your mission are exactly corresponding, it is inevitable that people think it is possible that you killed me, after all, for the mission, I am not impossible. I ask you to kill. But now you die before me in vice time, so there is only one answer left."

"I will kill myself."

"It's funny," Su Mingxuan shrugged, "but it's the truth."

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Su Mingxuan walked in the corridor that was empty except for him. He put his pocket in his pocket and stopped in front of the window.

The window was miraculously restored after the fifth 'night'. Behind the glass, there was a smothered concrete wall.

After the window was restored, he also saw a mark on the side of the window - a mark with a marker in his space, a mark entirely in his own handwriting.

He raised his hand and pressed it on the spot, rubbed it lightly, sighed with a sullen face, "Today is the sixth day, and I don't know how the progress is going over there..."

"I feel that because of the interference of the gods, the It's not a small situation. The people in Room 2 and Room 11 have suddenly disappeared, and it's not the projection of death."

"That note... I haven't been able to find the right time to pass it, and I don't know. Did they see it?"

Su Mingxuan reached into his pocket, grabbed the blood-stained note, lowered his eyes for a while, and called out his "poker".

"Your Majesty, I know you're watching." He drew out a blank card, and now there is no word on this card, but it looks like the original blank card.

"Can I ask you to do me a favor for a while?" Su Mingxuan held the corner of the card and said softly, "It's just a small favor, I don't think Your Majesty will mind.

" Put a piece of paper under the tip of my knife, just put it for a while." Su Mingxuan blinked, and then said in a wicked way, "Let the other me see it, and then take it away, it aroused his interest, and also Don't let him get it."