Without the foreshadowing just now, the group of second-generation people with high eyesight would not even bother to look at it. Who would care about what a transparent little person chooses?
But now, even if no one said it, Lin Yi's weight in their eyes seemed to be completely different.
Lin Yi glanced around and then said: "No. 13."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and when they came to their senses, they all showed mocking looks.
"If nothing else, this guy's eyesight is really bad."
"He actually chose No. 13? If I remember correctly, No. 13 was the one who was abused the most in the warm-up match a few days ago, right?"
"Fortunately, it's a warm-up match. If there was a death match like this today, the graves would be covered with grass. This Lin Yi looks at five people and six people. He is really discerning, haha."
"Did he choose randomly on purpose? Just to find an opportunity to bring good luck to Mr. Qi and be his dog by the way?"
"I also think that even if you randomly choose from a few people standing around, your chances of winning will be much greater. Look at that silly No. 13, who has the character of a weakling and a good-for-nothing. He was just stunned and is still not crawling. Get up."
Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Lin Yi didn't take it seriously.
Mr. Qi, however, looked like an old man and snapped his fingers: "It's so fun to fight like that. Someone, come and give us some luck."
I'm afraid everyone would choose that way, including Lin Yi, who couldn't help but sweat for Zhao Feng.
The nearest death row prisoner immediately opened it first, and there were all kinds of weapons outside. There were no hot weapons like knives and guns. What was outrageous was that there were no modern cold weapons, and there was no grenade among them.
No. 7 raised his eyelids but did not respond.
If we want to survive, we must kill all the other seventy-four people present, and we can miss even one!
The 10,000 Luck I bet against Mr. Qi is basically the limit.
He was one of the first among those who were stunned to get up, and his first reaction before getting up was not to hide in the corner, but to not have any eye contact with the other death row inmates.
As he finished speaking, seven treasure chests appeared out of thin air in the battlefield, randomly located.
No matter how little luck you have, it's probably a bad idea whether Si Nan Jie can still be effective.
But now a blind box link has been added, which suddenly increases the certainty slightly.
Choose one out of seventy.
After all, the rules are very specific, seventy to one.
"Is this number 18 really reliable?"
boom!
With a burst of exclamations, Death Row Prisoner No. 81 was torn in half. The surrounding Death Row Prisoners and the spectators in the stands even knew who had done it.
I'm sure I can bet that I can squeeze out all the odds tonight, but it's a pity that I can play in person.
There is no such possibility at all.
Do you have those blind boxes that appear randomly? It is basically not a pure battle of hard power. Whoever is the weakest is least likely to survive to the front.
All of a sudden, the seventy death row prisoners were all relaxed, like a ferocious beast that preyed on others, ready to launch a death attack on them at any time.
It is true that No. 18 is as strong as I show below, but with the other seventy-four death row prisoners standing together, I am just a cannon fodder.
Today's handicap is big. Once we bet correctly, it will be enough for us to make a small profit.
"But how do you think I look like a fierce person who can survive?"
I personally selected the seventy death row inmates from the sky prison. I know every one of them, including the coward No. 18.
"Especially when a small amount of luck is involved, it is extremely difficult to get carried away."
Lin Yi couldn't help but ask when he saw Xu Shi's face was determined.
"The future that comes from Si Nan's ring is indeed a destined future, but the one he saw is a bad thing."
Lin Yi was doubtful. At least it was King Zhao who brought him up. You are relatively confident in your vision. Did you see Zhao Feng say that before, or did you bet 10,000 on the number 18?
At the same time, other seventh-generation people in the stands also finished placing their bets.
Those prisoners on death row had their strength sealed by tolerance, and it was difficult to mobilize any regular power, even the true energy. They could only use the most primitive physical skills to retreat and fight for their lives.
Xu Shi smiled back: "If he is not interested and can't bet on me, he will be disappointed."
"The huge amount of luck itself will turn into a layer of blindness that cannot be seen through. It will make him think that he is seeing Si Nanjie's true instructions, and he will brainwash himself."
For today's death match, we all did a lot of homework. Although the information we got was not as fragmented as Xu Shidan's, we still had different methods.
Xu Shirao glanced at No. 7 meaninglessly, then flashed back to Lin Yi's box No. 10.
No. 7 is a skinny old man. Although he is still on the verge of death, in terms of appearance, he is actually not much worse than No. 18, whom Zhao Feng chose.
"Si Nan is not a bad person, but his eyes may not be bad."
What's going on?
It's all a waste of thought. Zhao Feng's blind choice was not for nothing.
Among the fifty death row inmates present, this one was the most timid and cowardly in demeanor. He gave the impression that he didn't even dare to look at others, and he was born with a cowardly temperament.
Zhao Feng himself felt sad secretly.
There was another discussion in the surrounding stands.
After a while, I was one of the few people who had not been stunned by Zhao Feng's aura just now.
The reason why Zhao Feng chose No. 18, who was born to look like a coward, was not because he had taken a hint from Si Nanjie.
Zhao Feng looked at Mr. Qi in box No. 10 opposite and said, "I really like to play."
Even if I can suppress those risks, I still won't be able to play in person.
"What's that? Do you want to admit defeat to me in disguise? It would be better for him to simply kneel down and kowtow."
No matter from the appearance point of view or the hard power point of view, the number 13 he chose is indeed not a good choice.
Mr. Qi snorted: "No. 7, I have chosen him today. If he is a bad guy and works hard later, I will guarantee that his life will be as good as death."
Can someone like that be the first to survive?
Pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?
Zhao Feng responded calmly: "It's still too early to say who will kowtow to whom. Mr. Qi cannot say his choice."
"Opening a blind box, right?"
As soon as I started gambling with Mr. Qi, I was already the target of public criticism. Every move was closely watched, and the target was too small.
As he spoke, amid cheers from the audience, the death match above had officially ended.
This alone is enough to prove that this person is definitely not as complicated as he appears.
Mr. Qi sneered.
All the prisoners on death row cheered up.
"It's bad. Let's see how he barks like a dog later."
That was what Jiang Dashang reminded me a few days later.
