Qi Xia looked at the electronic clock on the wall. The game had been going on for fifty-seven minutes.
Three minutes later, the second "supplement" is coming.
But the current situation is very passive. If Qi Xia's guess is right, it is impossible for everyone at the scene to take out even one more "Tao". Then how to supplement it next?
During this period, four more teams escaped. Qi Xia calculated that there were thirty-two people left on the field.
Theoretically, there are at most twenty-two "Sorrows" left.
"wrong……"
Qi Xia raised the corner of his mouth. The square-faced man just now was deceived by him and put "Sorrow" into the machine twice in a row.
There are only twenty pieces of "Ai" left on the "market".
When Di Yang saw that the time had reached sixty minutes, he lowered his head and started rummaging again.
This time instead of bringing up the huge handbag, he pulled out a small bag.
Then he took out four fans from his bag, opened them one by one and placed them on the table.
A handful each of "joy, anger, sorrow, and joy."
While everyone was puzzled, he took the small blackboard, erased the writing on it with a handkerchief, then took out the chalk from his breast pocket, wrote another sentence seriously, and finally threw the chalk on the table. .
When everyone took a look, it was written on the small blackboard: "Two folding fans each."
This sentence was very convoluted, but everyone still understood its meaning.
Trade two fans...in exchange for the fan on the table?
Qi Xia understood that this rule was suitable for participants like him who had the same three starting fans. Otherwise, it would be difficult for anyone to be willing to trade two fans for one.
Qi Xia shook his head and was about to leave, but suddenly thought of something.
"Slow down..." He turned back and looked at this strange scene.
Small blackboard, tabletop, folding fan, ground sheep.
Di Yang is obviously a participant...he actually started a business here with such arrogance?
What right does he have to replenish everyone's fans?
"So that's what it is...?"
Qi Xia made a bold assumption.
Whether it is the fifty-two fans in the first round or the four fans now... they should all be free.
And this small blackboard is a scam. If this is the "rule", at least it should not be written on the small blackboard by hand. This is obviously a choice made to adapt to changes.
Since Di Yang first appeared on the scene as a referee, no one dared to disobey him, so whether it was three "Tao"s for one, or two for one, these things would fall into Di Yang's pocket.
This is his trick in this game.
Qi Xia took a deep breath and slowly walked to the table.
When Di Yang saw someone coming, he glanced at Qi Xia with a very flat expression, and then uttered a few words: "Please choose as you like."
Qi Xia nodded and didn't pick up the fan on the table at all. Instead, he picked up the chalk on the table.
Diyang frowned slightly and asked, "What to do?"
"Same as you." Qi Xia replied.
This sentence made Diyang slowly narrow his eyes.
I saw Qi Xia holding the chalk in his hand, came to the other side away from the sheep, and then wrote "one for one" on the ground.
Then he unfolded the four fans except "Ai" and threw them to the ground. He thought for a moment, then took out the sharp knife and inserted it in front of himself.
Qi Xia's strange behavior quickly attracted the attention of others.
"Hey, there's someone over there who can give me a new one!"
"That person is cheaper than Diyang!"
Many people came to Qi Xia and found that this man also had four fans in front of him.
Joy, anger, rage, joy.
Except that there is no "Sorrow", the other three suits are available.
He had a knife stuck in front of him, and he didn't look easy to mess with.
An aunt looked at Qi Xia suspiciously and asked, "Can I change anything?"
"Yes." Qi Xia nodded, "All fans can be replaced."
"Can I trade "happiness" for you with "anger"? "The aunt asked again.
"Of course." Qi Xia nodded and picked up "Wrath" directly, "Here."
Seeing Qi Xia's initiative, the aunt took out her "Happiness" doubtfully and exchanged "Anger" with Qi Xia.
Qi Xia nodded and put the "Xi" on the ground.
"Everyone, my exchange lasts for half an hour." He said to everyone, "When the time is up, or I don't want to change anymore, this stall will end."
Seeing this scene, Di Yang slowly left the table and came to Qi Xia's stall.
When the onlookers saw Diyang approaching, they all moved out of the way.
Qi Xia slowly stood up and looked at Di Yang.
"Have you lived enough?" Di Yang asked.
"I even explained my funeral arrangements before coming here. Do you think I will be afraid of threats?" Qi Xia replied.
A hint of murderous intent flashed through Diyang's calm eyes, and he knew that the man in front of him had seen through this game.
The two people were only half a meter apart, and the atmosphere was very depressing.
Diyang took a deep breath and said: "Take the stall, otherwise I will be rude to you."
"You're not polite to me?" Qi Xia's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "Do you think I'm polite to you?"
"What?"
"Others want the Tao, but what I want more is your fur. Qi Xia laughed, "As long as I have this fur, I can see the people I want to see." "
Di Yang suddenly felt bad, and saw Qi Xia's lips move, and slowly said: "Di Yang, I want to bet with you..."
Before he finished speaking, Diyang's black-furred hand had already pressed hard on Qi Xia's mouth. He pinched Qi Xia's chin, making him suddenly have trouble breathing.
"Boy...are you crazy?!" Di Yang stared and asked, "Do you know what level I am?"
Qi Xia was speechless, but there was still a trace of teasing in his eyes, which made Di Yang feel extremely dangerous.
What kind of look is this?
Di Yang exerted a little force on his hands, feeling that he had to kill this person immediately...
Qi Xia slowly put his hand into his pocket, took out a fan, and then unfolded it in front of Diyang with a "pop" sound.
There is a big "sorrow" written on the fan!
This extremely humiliating action made Di Yangqi's eyes bloodshot.
"Who are you...?" Diyang stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "A person who doesn't even have an "echo" at the moment wants to bet his life on me... How dare you? "
Qi Xia shook his head vigorously, and Di Yang also let go of his hand.
He coughed twice, slowly raised his head, and said with a smile: "Echo"...? I don't need that kind of thing when I'm walking in the "End Land"... That kind of thing will only disturb me..."
Di Yang looked at the man in front of him in confusion, and he hesitated.
He felt a very familiar temperament in this man.
He is cold, dangerous, and crazy... How familiar is this feeling?
"You..." Diyang held it in for a long time before finally speaking, "Do you know what a dangerous path you have chosen?"
"Of course I know!" Qi Xia shouted coldly, "There are many roads in this world, and everyone has their own one!"
Diyang's eyes slowly widened after hearing this. He took a step forward and grabbed Qi Xia's collar: "Who taught you this!?"
"Oh?" Qi Xia raised the corner of his mouth, "If you want to know... why don't you come and have a fair showdown with me?"
