27 – Bingo Game
“Haaa. Hi.”
“…Uh… Yeah…”
A demon lord immersed in the screen without paying attention to me who came out of the room for some reason. He is engrossed with his red eyes sparkling like jewels.
Potato soup and kimchi pancakes were on the breakfast menu. She was about to be sucked into the monitor, and she didn’t even know she was holding the spoon upside down.
“… Hey. You held the spoon the other way around.”
“…Huh? Huh?… Ah, that’s right.”
‘What are you so obsessed with?’
A few decades ago, my image overlapped while looking at children’s set toys displayed in the glass tube of a hamburger shop.
‘…That’s cute.’
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-Paak!
I immediately beat myself to death at the unannounced impression. How is this sentiment different from feeling s*xy while watching a female rhino rocking her butt?
‘…What do you mean?’
She glanced at her screen as she pretended to go get the cutlery. Inside, the adventurers were laughing hahahaha and playing something like a game.
The game the adventurers were playing was bingo. That’s why, if you write a word in a total of nine spaces, three horizontally and vertically, and complete more than a few lines of horizontal, vertical, or diagonal lines, you win.
-Oops! Another line!
“…hehehehe…”
The demon king, who was engrossed with his mouth wide open, rejoiced with them whenever they laughed excitedly. It was so much fun to watch that I didn’t even notice the soup dripping from the spoon.
‘… For some reason.’
I felt sorry for her. I wanted to play with them, but I couldn’t, so I felt sorry for the demon king who could only get vicarious satisfaction over the monitor. It resembles the sight of a child fighting illness watching children playing through a window.
‘… Let’s play some later.’
For the first time, I wanted to play a game with the demon king. Do I feel her sympathy for her now? To live long and see
– I’m done too!, Hey! I made three lines except for you!
The female adventurer who looked like a fighter on the screen was delighted. The man who looked like a warrior was dry washing his face and groaning.
-Oh please! Just look at it once. Huh?
-What are you talking about? It’s a bet.
‘He’s a cute guy. What kind of bet do you want?’
Because I am the age of playing death games with the devil every day, I felt cute about a fledgling adventurer making a fuss over just one game of bingo.
-…Okay.
The man reluctantly puts his hand on the wall.
-Puuu!
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The woman who seemed to be a fighter hit the man’s butt with a kick.
-Kwaaagh! Suzuka! You bastard!
-Su, Suzuka! Brad is going to die!
-No. Don’t die don’t die Hey, why is the man so tough? Stand up. There are still three more left.
-Say, take it easy…
-Fur Eok!
-Quaaagh!
The sound of a man’s desperate song savagely filled the kitchen of the great breeze on a peaceful morning.
“Hee hee hee hee hee hee…”
The demon king was distraught with his big mouth.
“Ku-hu-hu, uh-hu-hu-hu”
Then he laughed, covering his mouth with his white hand, as if he had imagined something funny. Soon, the red eyes of the demon immersed in happiness met mine. She let go of her weird smile.
“I’ve decided what to do today.”
Correction. At this moment, the most pitiful person was none other than me.
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I witnessed how her dogged games and penalties were produced. As it is, it is the beginning of death bingo.
The first theme was ‘animals’. I suggested to her that she carefully revoke her penalty.
“No. I mean I want to.”
The reason I had to quit was too lukewarm. I leaned on her human side and asked her one more time.
“Actually, I got a disease that would kill me if I got hit by a kick.”
“It’s okay. I’ll save you right away with Resurrection!”
A demon king who easily talks about other people’s lives, as if he’s going to attach a fallen Lego toy. Memories of the past with Yuria came to mind.
-Yuriaaa!
– Huh? Dongha. Why do you do that?
-You b*tch! Why is the name of the representative of the Anti-National Elf Human Rights Protection Movement Guild written as Baek Dong-ha?
-Don’t worry. If you are arrested, I will find a new porter.
‘Lee Ik, you f*cking b*tch!!’
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Good. Devil. I had warmth and goodwill toward you for a moment, but you blew the war horn first.
‘Originally, war is about firing cannons from the other side and responding with missiles from the other side. I’ll engrave it smartly. What a man who is serious about bingo.’
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In the center, things that are bound to come out are lined up. Her favorite donkeys, cranes, and horses belonged to this category. And I wrote an animal that would not appear in the place where the correct answer was determined.
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Golden poison dart frog
Elephant shrew
Northern hairy-nosed wombat
Tonkin snub-nosed monkey
It is a classic yap shovel, but it must mean that it works just as well.
“Have you finished writing? Lol.”
The demon king used to lie down on the floor and kick his feet. I yanked the paper back and asked.
“Yes. Let’s begin. But before that.”
“…Huh?”
“You know a game is just a game, right?”
“What do you mean?”
The demon king asked back as if he didn’t know why.
“Don’t put your emotions on this, just let the game end with the game. Isn’t it immature to be angry about losing?”
“… What? When did I say that?”
‘Is it a true story of conscience?’
“Ah, you know, you know. That you’re a cool demon. Still, I tried to tell you just in case.”
“Yeah, I know, so that’s fine.”
That’s it. With this, there is no need for her to turn into the Ghost Rider, the incarnation of vengeance, like the previous oak barrel. Now let her go on a tour of her dog with her mine, her bingo, her skills, and that’s it.
“Then I’ll do it first! A broad-mouthed shark!”
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‘What the f*ck!’
“No? Then check mine…”
A moment-forgotten attribute of her fluttered.
Not yet. Let’s not be convinced yet.
Donkey or paper crane she will say. So I…
“Golden Poison Dart Frog.”
“Oh! I have!”
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Yes. She… She had a habit of thinking and talking unnecessarily difficult. And that was clearly revealed in the animal name bingo.
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I cried and said the next animal.
“Ugh… Sat, Tonkin… Snub-nosed Monkey…”
“Wow! Three-Line Bingo! I’m done!!”
The demon king, who couldn’t control his joy, grabbed the bingo paper and tightened the triple axel. Can not be done. I can’t end my life with a mate like this.
“Wait a minute. Shall we ask about this one and hit you two next time?”
“What do you mean?”
“If you win, I kick you three, and if I win, I kick you one.”
“Umm, I hate it. Hit me first…”
“Are you scared?”
An obvious childish provocation. But to her.
“Yes, are you scared?”
…..Yes?
“It’s scary. So first, let’s hit one, then hit two, or whatever.”
This isn’t it.
It seems I’m not the only one who grew up with the games I’ve been playing. She was showing off a lot of her own evolved eloquence with her mean smile on.
If you do this… You will have to pay a penalty.
“If you ask and go, I’ll tell you a tip for the 5 Pungshin.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’ll give you all the golden candies.”
“Originally mine?”
“I’ll give you 50 king potatoes.”
“Oops, I heard there aren’t 50 of them… There are? Bring it.”
It’s the opposite of the situation of the demon king, who used to roll for a few less hits in the past.
As she brushed off my attacks, she gave a relaxed smile. It seems that sloppy transactions, like stealing money from a child with a dirty nose, will no longer work.
“Are you wasting your time? Come on. Butt vs.”
She lifted her white feet horizontally. The thought of her foot, which had devastated countless ranker intruders, landed on my cute butt and pierced her balls.
‘…If this happens.’
… I have to mention it one more time.
“… Come to think of it.”
“Huh?”
“You didn’t keep your promise before either. You said you’d let me go… Didn’t you evade it?”
At those words, her expression, which seemed to have nothing to worry about in the world, changed 180 degrees.
“What!? You you! It’s already over!”
Behind her fury, purple flames rose. Don’t be discouraged Baek Dong-ha. It’s just scaring.
“What ends? I didn’t get the reward from the bet?”
“No! I can, with alcohol…”
“Alcohol?”
What to drink? Afterwards she shook her head for some reason and resigned herself.
“Hey.. I get it. Then can I ask you?”
“Yeah, that’s enough.”
I received a handshake from her. Sorry but can’t help it This is an overtime game.
‘To think I had to write it in a place like this…’
The Devil’s Little Farm Golden Calf Incident. It’s more important, but I saved it to use it… I can’t help it. My butt is broken right now, I won’t be able to poop from tomorrow. I have no choice but to write now.
“Then shall we go to the next round?”
A cold chill rose in the demon king’s eyes. They plan to win and land a triple bomb on my ass.
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This time, I suggested her topic to her. Fire attribute magic spell name waiting.
It was a proposal to wait in front of Milduk for the name of the gun, and she accepted it with a laugh as if it was ridiculous.
But the result.
“Le, Requiem River Flare.”
I shouted while checking the last circle at her tearful murmur.
“Three Lines Bingo!”
“What? Nonsense… nonsense!”
She used to attack in the same style as her previous version. I was able to easily defeat her because I was familiar with all the difficult-looking magic names that I had never actually seen before. As if he couldn’t believe it, the demon king took my paper and inspected it.
‘Sometimes you save me. Dorothy.’
Once upon a time, when Dorothy was taking the Level 2 Archwizard Public Recruitment Test, she didn’t even put me to sleep, she had me open the book all night and asked her to give me problems. At that time, the magic in the myth that only the name was known came out of her mouth.
‘Dorothy. I’m sorry that you wanted your entire family to be annihilated in the drool-filled Hell Frame.’
The demon king was demoted from a victor to an insignificant loser in an instant. He groaned and bit his lower lip. Since he was even robbed of his main skill, the sense of loss would double.
“Ugh…”
A demon king who couldn’t hold back his anger and finally had blood coming out of his mouth. Her paper, which she hurled away, landed at her feet.
‘… What is this?’
I put a fireball in the middle. Perhaps, assuming that my magical knowledge was limited to that level, I put a common magic name in the middle. This is why support.
“…Sigh… Ugh… Hit me.”
The demon king pushed his butt against the wall.
“…That’s…”
“… What are you doing? That i’m pretty don’t look at me as a woman hit it.”
‘Did you turn around? Someone see you as a woman…’
“Isn’t that… buffed?”
At that, she glared at me with her lynx eyes, then reluctantly removed her buff.
“… Release needle hip, release adamantium hip, release king’s butt, release Zephyrus’ butt…”
What kind of butt is buffed like that. No kidding, really.
And what the hell does Zephyros have to do with butt…
“…Now beat me. Your body will not split in two.”
“…… Yes. A promise is a promise.”
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8 Consecutive wins.
Contrary to my blessed win rate, my expression gradually turned pale.
“Huh… Ugh…”
“… Are you crying?”
“Go away. I don’t cry… Sigh.”
The demon lord who canceled the buff had physical defense that was no different from that of a human woman.
‘…So you said you would kick it gently…’
It’s not okay to kick lightly. Crab bites bubbles and screams. I had no choice but to keep inserting Shinchon Gerrard’s soccer kicks.
“… Sigh… Keep going.”
Maddened and unable to erase all the traces of her tears, she bet her match with her hate-filled eyes.
‘…f*cked up.’
I don’t think she’ll be able to get it right until she wins and kicks my ass. It’s the first time I’ve seen that kind of madness while playing a game.
“Come here. Do it again soon.”
“…”
The rule that says that a game is just a game is not being sold anywhere.
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Okay… Then…
“Quickly, pick a topic. It’s your turn to decide.”
“This time, he likes it.”
After hearing the topic I had chosen, the girl with a strawberry nose nodded.
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“Whisper, soooub. Paper crane.”
The demon lord feels relieved when he sees me not checking anything.
“Your turn.”
“Iron fist.”
“… Huh?”
Wait for her next answer hesitating after making a circle.
“…Mayonnaise.”
“Chess.”
“…… Pottery.”
“Picture Quiz.”
“……… Heh… Piggy bank.”
“Little Farm, Growing Potatoes.”
“Me too! It’s me!… Hee hee..”
Of all the things she did with her, she wrote down all the things she would like about her. As her expression softened, she stopped talking about her bingo list.
“It was much more fun playing with you than this game. Honestly, isn’t this boring for you too?”
“Yes! Huh! That’s right. Me too! Me too!”
The demon king, laughing after crying, threw the bingo paper he was holding. The resentment in his ass was soon forgotten as his gun came.
With my soft, cold hand, I open my folded fingers and take the paper.
“From now on, let’s do everything you wrote here!”
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