This Damned Thirst for Survival

Jiang Luo only found Chi You funny because he didn’t even know how to use a real gun, but he came up to tease people.

Even Jiang Luo jumped at the chance to jump in the tiger’s mouth.

He raised an eyebrow, the narrow tails of his eyes sweeping over the first mate with a smirk, a glance that seemed to be wrapped in a honeyed veneer, “Is that so?”

In the draw box, he gently touched the card in his palm and smiled flirtatiously, “First Officer, you want me to take this one?”

The surface of the card is smooth and there are no bumps to be felt. But Jiang Luo didn’t believe that Chi You would be so kind as to come and give him the master card he wanted.

On the contrary, Chi You is clearly here to deliberately disrupt him and fill him with trouble.

Just as with the cup of Hehe charm water, Jiang Luo could not have fallen for Chi You’s scheme again.

The evil spirit’s pure white mask was cut in half in the night and light, and it even looked a little silent and terrifying, he laughed softly, “Trust me, the card I hold is the one you want.”

His tone teased, “That card in the guest’s hand is not often seen.”

Jiang Luo looks critically at every expression on the evil spirit’s face.

The evil spirit smiled calmly, a hint of interest in his deep eyes. The card in his hand continues to draw circles on Jiang Luo’s skin, carelessly, as if he is certain of Jiang Luo’s choice.

Jiang Luo smiled suddenly, his fingers inside the draw box moving forward, tracing the evil spirit’s glove ambiguously. Jiang Luo winked at him, “Mr. First Officer, but I’ve always had the feeling that you’re up to no good.”

If the evil spirits can molest Jiang Luo, why can’t Jiang Luo molest them back.

It was great to suppress the evil spirit, provided, of course, that it had lost its ability to eat Jiang Luo.

On the side, Ge Zhu waited patiently for them, and the waiter’s expression did not show the slightest sign of wrongdoing. For from the looks of it, no one would have thought that their hands had been drawn together inside the draw box.

The evil spirit hooks Jiang Luo’s fingers, just a handshake, but there is an endless itch, as if they were linked by a root, an invisible thread that binds these two equally long and bony hands.

The dark fire in the man’s deep blue eyes rose slightly, “I suddenly have some regrets.”

The card slid onto Jiang Luo’s fingertips, the tip gently touching the dark-haired youth’s full fingertips, leaving a fleeting red mark.

The evil spirit said with deep meaning, “Perhaps it would be good to let you draw this card away.”

At these words, Jiang Luo suddenly hesitated.

He looked at the evil spirit’s puzzled smile and began to wonder if this was another one of Chi You’s traps.

He drew the master card, and Chi You’s comment was intended only to confuse him, handing him a slave card as well. But it is also possible that he did draw the slave card, and the evil spirits seem to be helping him, but they know that Jiang Luo will not accept his hand, and when the result is known, Jiang Luo will only look at the master card that has passed him by and regret it.

So, should he change his cards or not?

The evil spirit seemed to see his wavering, and his laugh was more than a little amused and compelling, “So which one do you choose, guest?”

The waiter duly voiced a reminder, “Guest, please draw out your card.”

Jiang Luo smiled calmly and looked confident: “There’s no rush.”

He lifted his eyes to look at the evil spirit and crooked his finger towards him.

The evil spirit raised an eyebrow and bent closer.

“Mr. Evil Ghost,” he said as the dark-haired youth’s spit sprayed over Chi You’s ear, “this shell of yours is not as pleasing to me as your original body.”

The knot in the evil spirit’s throat rolled lightly as he smothered a laugh, “My pleasure.”

Their breaths intertwined and the evil spirit did not expect Jiang Luo to come forward. He was in a good mood, “Based on your beauty today, guest, I couldn’t resist reminding you again.”

The card in the evil spirit’s hand was inserted into Jiang Luo’s fingers, “This one, it suits you best.”

The words stopped in Jiang Luo’s ears as if to say: this is a slave card that is best suited to your identity.

Jiang Luo chortled lightly, his mind made up. He put away his smile decisively, and drew out his hand, taking out his own card, “No, I think this is the best card for me.”

The smile on the evil spirit’s lips turned to false regret as he followed suit and the white card spun around, the one with the crown design facing Jiang Luo.

“Master card.”

Jiang Luo looked uncertainly at the golden crown on his card, and after a long moment he lowered his head and gradually removed his thumb from his own card, looking steadily at the middle design for a few seconds before suddenly smiling in a relaxed tone, “How lucky that I am also a master card.”

Without waiting for anyone to say anything, he naturally inserted the card into his breast pocket and said with a big smile, “Thanks for the good luck the first mate brought me, guys, we’re going onto the dance floor.”

Jiang Luo turned to leave when he suddenly stopped in his tracks and glanced back at the first mate, “By the way, I remember I once complained to the captain about you and he promised me that he would make sure that you would not be seen in my presence again.”

“But never mind,” he shrugged, turning around, his dark hair cutting a dashing, handsome arc through the air, “after all, some people are like a bug that you can’t shake off.”

At the words, they had stepped into the midst of the dancing crowd.

After a moment of silence at the gate, the attendant took the initiative and said, “First Mate ……”

“You didn’t read his deck.” The first mate interrupted.

The attendant wondered, “Wasn’t it the Crown Card?”

The first mate gave a laugh and said to himself, “And yes, with a loser like …… you guys” how could you possibly see through him.

The music in the ballroom is soft and gentle.

Dodging the waiters with their glasses, Jiang Luo’s feet flew.

Ge Zhu could barely catch up with him, ” Jiang Luo, how can you walk so fast? I just realized today that your legs are really long.”

Jiang Luo was faster, and only slowed down when he turned his head and saw no Chi You. He pulled Ge Zhu to the corner and his face sank.

Ge Zhu’s heart lifted, “What’s wrong, something’s wrong?”

Jiang Luo draws his own card from his pocket, his thumb down to reveal the design above.

The black chains are unmistakable.

Ge Zhu : “……”

It took him a long time to find his voice, “So Lu Youyi’s words about your milk poisoning and bad luck were true.”

Jiang Luo felt a pang of solidity as he said feebly, “This time it was just an exception.”

Ge Zhu’s eyes were clearly unconvinced, but being a good man, he reassured him, “It’s okay, Jiang Luo, I’m sure you’ll get lucky. As the saying goes, the time will come, the time will come, and if you have bad luck this time, good things will come next time.”

Jiang Luo exhaled a foul breath as he put the deck back in his pocket, “You’re right. As a matter of urgency, I need to get myself a new deck.”

Ge Zhu : “How do I change?”

Jiang Luo looks towards the door.

They had just made their way through many, many people. The rich and the poor in the ballroom are extremely easy to distinguish, not only by their clothes and mannerisms, but most strikingly by the presence or absence of masks on their faces.

The rich all wore masks that covered half of their faces, masks that were either ornate or understated, details that were all high and extravagant. The poor, on the other hand, had their faces cleanly exposed, as if they were goods to be gauged for their value on such occasions.

Jiang Luo’s gaze moves to the wall.

The rules of the ball are posted on the wall.

Rule 1: You cannot refuse someone’s request to see the cards.

Article 2: The “slave” must obey the “master” without restriction.

Article 3: When the master and slave perform on stage, the “master” must ensure the safety of the “slave”.

……

Each one, in its own right, contains huge points of information.

Compared to two or three, the first is nothing.

What is a master-slave show, keeping the lives of slaves safe, understood in another way, that it is okay to do other things during the show as long as no one gets killed?

Would the lives of slaves have been unsecured if not for the performance stage time?

And who makes the rules, and what are the penalties for not following them.

Jiang Luo’s eyes sank as his gaze moved back to the first rule.

With such harsh conditions, the rich have the advantage while the poor are mostly in danger. But as you look around, there are countless civilians at the ball, from women with pretty faces eager to marry into the big money, to men who are dumb enough to hook up with rich women, to middle-aged decadent people with fat ears and greedy eyes who want to have a fling.

Everyone thinks they’re the lucky ones who get a romantic night out even with a slave tag, but Jiang Luo doesn’t think so.

The chain card was a hot potato, and Jiang Luo thought, “I’ll replace it immediately.

By all rights, he should not have been in such a hurry.

After all, Jiang Luo’s face was covered with a mask and everyone knew he was a rich man, and most of the rich men had master cards. Other rich people with master cards would not have come specifically to see Jiang Luo’s cards, and those who were slaves would have been even less likely to ask Jiang Luo to show them his cards.

–It was Chi You who was not at the party in advance.

Jiang Luo could almost imagine the evil spirit’s amused smile and what he would do when Chi You realised he was a slave.

A sense of crisis creeps in.

Jiang Luo was sure that Chi You didn’t know how to express desire, and because of this poisonous milking of himself, Jiang Luo wondered with uncertainty if his deduction that Chi You didn’t know how to have sex could be true.

Jiang Luo felt his speculation was justified, but a small voice in the back of his mind asked, what if.

What if you poison the milk again.

Under the mask, the dark-haired youth’s eyebrows twitched. He beckoned Ge Zhu and whispered, “You will work with me so later ……”

After the explanation, the two men reentered the gate.

Jiang Luo walked up and the waiter saw him and saluted, “Sir, may I help you?”

“Here’s the thing,” Jiang Luo said slowly, with a rightful capriciousness in his tone, “I lost my card and I want to draw a new one.”

The waiter said calmly, “Of course.”

“But the number of boxes belonging to the rich is limited and if you wish to redraw, you can only draw from the boxes belonging to the commoners,” said the attendant, “Do you still want to draw?”

Jiang Luo was silent for a moment, “What if those poor people lost their decks?”

“That’s a pity,” the waiter said with a sympathetic expression, “whatever cards they drew before are automatically relegated to ‘slave’ status.”

Jiang Luo pursed his lips and was about to use his second plan when he saw six people, none other than Lu Youyi, approaching not far away.

Lu Youyi didn’t recognise him at first, but when they walked in and saw Jiang Luo’s trademark dark hair and figure, they recognised him.

But pretending not to know each other, they walked up to the waiter.

Jiang Luo looked at them with dark sympathy and shook his head unobtrusively.

Stop smoking and go back to bed.

It’s enough for Ge Zhu and me to come in here.

When he shook his head, Lu Youyi was the first to reach into the box, and he looked confused at Jiang Luo’s shake of his head before withdrawing his hand from the box the next moment.

“What kind of card is this?” He turned the crown design on the card over for the crowd to see, scratching his head in confusion, “Good or bad?”

The waiter was a little surprised as he congratulated, “Congratulations on drawing the rare master card in this box, the first of the night.”

Jiang Luo : “……”