I Play Cards In Yu-Gi-Oh

Tong Shiye.

The sun seems to have risen exceptionally early today, and the early morning light shone softly on the still sleeping dueling city, gilding the sidewalks with a golden glow.

Sunlight penetrated into a small room through the skylight, was cut into squares by the skylight and projected on the floor, and countless dust particles flew in the light.

The starfish-headed boy in pajamas opened his sleepy eyes and sat up from the bed, muttering in a daze: "Good morning..."

"..."

No echo.

In the quiet morning, there was no movement inside or outside the house, only the boy's own voice echoed in the room.

...Oh, right, he's gone.

Muto Game landed barefoot on the floor and saw the sun cast shadows on the panes beside his feet. His bedroom is honestly not that big. After the desk, bed and other furniture are stuffed in, the space for movement is actually very limited.

But now he felt that the room was so large that it even seemed a little empty. The early morning breeze blew in through the half-open windows and roamed every corner.

He sat alone by the bed for a long time, staring blankly at the gold cabinet on the desk for storing treasures.

Once thousands of years of building blocks are installed in that cabinet. It took the game eight years to put this block together and get the most precious treasure in the world.

But he's gone now.

From now on, no one will listen to him complain about the troubles in life, and no one will give him advice when he is struggling with the wardrobe. He must learn to form cards by himself, duel by himself, and face any challenges that may arise in the future...

"game!"

A shout from outside the window interrupted his thoughts.

Game looks out of the window and finds it is Jouchi, Honda, and Kyoko.

The three friends seemed to have made an appointment long ago, and got up earlier than usual. They had appeared in front of the game fully dressed and waved at him.

"The sun is shining, haven't you gotten up yet?" Cheng Nai shouted in a loud voice.

"Within the city..."

The game can't help but be moved.

Is it because he knew he had just left, so he made an appointment to wait for him here?

The game could not help but recall the moment when the thousand-year-old building blocks were assembled, and he made a wish for the building blocks.

He wants friends. Because he has always been alone and cowardly, he has no courage to speak up, so he longs for friendship.

Now that dream has really come true.

Yes, he has just left, how can he be so decadent and sad?

I have already made an appointment with him. From now on, I have to go on my own.

"Yeah!" The game raised his head and replied forcefully, "Wait for me, I'll be down soon!"

......

Obviously, not everyone can accept this fact as calmly as the game.

"gone!?"

When You Yu was standing in front of the desk in the president's office reporting his work, President Haima's eyes glared like copper bells.

No way, this trip to Egypt is considered to be a "group official business" in principle. The group's air ticket was reimbursed by the president of Haima, and many links along the way were spent on the president's money. Report to the boss obediently.

Hence the present scene.

"Yeah." You Yu shrugged, "He's gone."

"Where did you go?"

"Go to the underworld, where he should go." You Yu said, "He was originally a dead person, a soul that should not be left in this world. Now he has given up his wish and completed his mission, so he should go back to himself. place."

"What nonsense!"

The president slapped the desk with a slap, and even the blue-eyed white dragon model on the desk seemed to jump in fright.

Yu Yu looked helpless. In fact, before coming back to make this report, he more or less expected the reaction that President Haima might have.

Now Haima has a face full of anger, like a child who has been robbed of his favorite toy, with "Unacceptable" written all over his face.

But it's useless even if you can't accept it, President, they are indeed gone.

That's why it's said that Aojiao regrets his life. If he had been obediently with us when he invited you, at least he would have been able to see him for the last time, right?

Although Atum may in the end still ignore Haima as always and choose the game as his opponent in the final battle, at least the president can have a good eye.

It's like now, when people say go away, they don't even say goodbye to the old friend, the president.

Haima was obviously getting angrier the more he thought about it, his fists clenched so tightly that his bones crackled.

Unforgivable, unforgivable, game ↑ game↓!

Do you still have my old enemy in your heart?

"The final break between us hasn't been completed yet, so we just walked away talking to ourselves!?" !"

"That...President," You Yu reminded in a low voice, "Didn't you guys end up long ago? And it's been so many times, I remember you all lost..."

Haima turned his head sharply and gave him a vicious look. You Yu immediately began to skillfully look at the scenery outside the window.

However, Wang Xian just flung his sleeves and left, and You Yu was actually under a lot of pressure.

Because this only means that in the future, whenever the president becomes addicted to playing cards and cannot hold back his urge to play cards, he will definitely have to find himself...

"Humph."

Haima leaned back on the chair, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Where is the place where that guy left, the door to the underworld... where is it?"

"That place collapsed..."

"It doesn't matter." Haima said coldly, "Tell me where it is!"

You Yu: "..."

Why should the president?

Don't you just want to play a card, as for digging people's graves...

However, from the undisputable and firm tone, it is obvious that the president's unwavering determination can be heard.

It looks like a king... I can't sleep so peacefully for the time being...

......

Egypt, somewhere.

"...The Pharaoh is gone."

A dark figure opened his eyes.

The shadow was not tall, medium stature, but his eyes shone with an eerie dark orange light, like two fireflies in the dark.

"Finally, is it still time to come?" Another shadow appeared and said calmly.

No one spoke for a while~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but shadows appeared one after another. Some of them are tall and short, fat and thin, men and women in terms of body contours, and they look like some kind of weird sect.

"The moment that Lord Xia Di said is coming." Someone said.

Between the shadows, a young man stepped out.

He has flowing blue hair in a braid and a round-toed boot, and in his hand floats a dark orange cube that lacks an edge.

As we all know, there are seven artifacts in the millennium, and now the seven artifacts have disappeared with the disappearance of the Pharaoh's soul.

But there are always exceptions.

At this moment, what is floating in this young man's hand is the eighth thousand-year-old artifact in this world!

The dark orange cube gradually lit up like a lantern, reflecting the confident smiling face of the young man.

"The future belongs to our Prana."