Card: My wife is a bit dull, but she leads thousands of dragons

Live broadcast screens popped up all over the underworld.

The foot of the snow-capped mountain was crowded with people, and bursts of exclamations could be heard from the bustling crowd. The magnificent scene on the top of the snow-capped mountain was broadcast live on the big screen. Hundreds of drones were hovering above the eleventh floor, transmitting the surrounding scenes to every corner of the underworld.

"This is the eleventh floor?!"

"It turns out the eleventh floor is the top of the mountain. It looks so empty."

"What deck is in the finals?"

"Hiss... No, there's only one person. There still aren't enough two people to top this class."

"Ahhh! I want to see the duel!"

Thousands of undead spirits were howling like ghosts and acting crazy and spoiled.

There was no live broadcast of the Snow Mountain before. This time the dog manager gave permission to take a glimpse of the eleventh floor of the Snow Mountain. If there are not enough people to see this duel, it would be more painful than killing them.

Even though they are dead.

"I hope something happened to the teacher." Xia Sheng looked at the other end who had not yet arrived, with a worried look on his face.

Xia Yu then became gloomy and asked softly, "Will there be any injuries in the subsequent duel?"

Xia Sheng shook his head and said, "The later levels should be normal duels. The levels with damage are all in the first six levels."

"Mickey... doesn't look much different."

"Why is there a shortage of people on the eleventh floor?"

"Draw?" Xia Yu guessed.

"It's possible..." Xia Sheng stroked his chin, thinking, "I wonder how this Snow Mountain will rule a tie, whether it's a double elimination or a rematch."

Time passed by little by little, and there were only five minutes left until the deadline.

If the opponent has not arrived within five minutes, Yilan will be automatically judged as a winner without a fight and will stop at the eleventh floor. The snow mountain journey will also be declared over.

On the tenth floor, Shui Qian was sitting on the bus, honking the horn like crazy, occasionally sticking his head out of the window and yelling at Binel, "Hey, hey, hey--"

"Are you going or not?"

"If you want to go, get in the car."

The way to leave the underworld on the tenth and eleventh levels is to take the bus to the world, but no one knows how to leave the twelfth level in theory.

"Wait a minute!" Binel stared at the live broadcast without raising his head.

Rather than caring about her own reincarnation, she is now more concerned about the situation on the eleventh floor.

"There's also a live broadcast in the car!" Shui Qian said anxiously, "Hurry up, are you leaving or not?"

"If I wait any longer, they'll deduct my bonus!"

"Okay, okay, here I come." Binel stood up and walked towards the bus. He occasionally looked back at the live broadcast and whispered to himself, "The other side should be the coach."

She tiptoed onto the bus steps and immediately looked at the small live broadcast screen above the front of the bus.

Shui Qian leaned out half of his body and helped her hold the backpack strap, muttering non-stop: "What's coming will eventually come, why rush?"

"You don't understand." Binel found a seat at the back and sat down, still concentrating on the screen. "I've been wondering about this for a long time."

Shui Qian shook his head helplessly and stepped on the accelerator.

"Wow——" Binel screamed, "Drive slower, sister!"

"We have to hurry, my dear little hero." Shui Qian said softly, "The losers of the eleventh floor also have to leave by car. I still have to pick someone up."

When Binaire heard this, he frowned slightly, and a strange feeling rose in his heart: "Then..."

"Why... not pick up another top four."

"Didn't they say that the top four could all be reincarnated?"

Shui Qian's eyes trembled slightly, and his voice was complicated: "He gave up."

"Is that so?" Binel's voice softened, but he sounded a little uncomfortable.

It's unclear, the way is unclear.

She also forgot a lot, and she didn't know what she had forgotten, people or things.

"You can get off now. The top four can only take back 25% of your spiritual power." Shui Qian whispered, "If you go for the next session, your results may be better."

Binaire shook her head and refused decisively: "No, I have to hurry back to Bian Yuelong."

"It's rare for us to make the playoffs, let's go back and win a championship first!"

She pursed her lips, cheered herself up, and regained a little spirit.

"Playoffs, team members..." Shui Qian whispered to himself, his thoughts going back to more than ten minutes ago.

At that time, she went to the hidden room to pick up the loser.

But he saw Luo Bai building a tomb, and a cold breath condensed in the air.

She felt like she was suffocating and was too nervous to speak. She could only stare from afar at the name on the tombstone - Bian Yuelong - Nanyang Ling.

This naming method is generally used for members of the Fortress team.

Shui Qian came back to his senses from his memories, turned his head slightly, glanced at the excited Binel, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

The wind on the eleventh floor is not as harsh as the ones below. It blows gently across the grass on the top of the mountain, bringing with it a faint scent of flowers.

Yilan stood in the middle of the grass, her black robe swaying gently in the wind. She looked into the distance with a dazed look in her eyes.

The opponent hasn't arrived yet.

"That idiot..."

She squatted down, gently stroked the wild flowers at her feet, and a ripple appeared in her heart.

In the current that ran through the fourth and fifth floors, she imitated her sister's demeanor, made bold moves, and made an appointment with him to meet in the final.

However, she didn't know how to face it at all.

The snowy mountain cannot allow two champions, and that wooden door can only allow one person to pass through.

Everyone has a reason to go back.

Yilan took a deep breath and took out the source number card from the deck box. Before the duel begins, this card can be printed to look like other cards.

As long as there are no more than three cards of the same type, the duel disk will not report an error.

"What to print?" Yilan frowned and his little brain started working.

Her intelligence network is too narrow and her imagination is a little insufficient.

In other words, what she actually wanted was a ring.

"Change for me!" Yilan held the source number card tightly, closed his eyes and made a wish.

She stayed in her own little world, talking to herself, hoping that this source number card would turn into a ring.

If possible, two will do.

Faith will move mountains to open.

Perhaps it was God who was moved, and the pattern of a ring really began to slowly emerge on the blank surface of the Source Card.

"Boom——" A loud noise interrupted everyone's thoughts.

The elevator successfully reached the eleventh floor.

The person at the other end of the final finally arrived.

Luo Bai exhaled lightly, and it turned into white mist filling the air: "The eleventh floor is actually open-air."

His body couldn't adapt to the change from the enclosed and hot lava room to the open and slightly cool mountain top, and his breathing became a little rapid.

He looked around and his eyes suddenly froze.

A familiar wooden door, a wooden door connecting to an unknown realm.

In front of the wooden door, a petite figure was squatting. She was teasing the flowers and plants on the ground with her fingertips, and her emotions could not be seen.

"Sorry for the long wait." Luo Bai said in a deep voice.

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket.

There was a ring made of pure Mars, with a warm breath.

This may be the last chance to give it away.

After the duel, I don’t know when we will meet again.

"I..." Luo Bai hesitated, rubbing the ring in his pocket. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The sound of his heartbeat was particularly clear on the silent mountain top. His hands trembled slightly. He wanted to take a step forward several times, but stopped where he was.

"Let's start." Yilan stood up and said indifferently.

[Eleventh Floor, Duel Begins]

[Priority is]

【Blue Square】

Yilan looked at the projection in front of him, thought for a while and said, "I want to attack from behind."