Feng Yan couldn't believe his ears when he heard what was being compared. He smiled and leaned forward and said, "I can't tell, aunt, you usually have a wide range of reading knowledge. Where do you get your confidence? Do you want to compete with me in guessing riddles?"
Obasan sneered: "Boy, don't talk about those useless things. The limit time for each person to think is 2 minutes. If there is no problem, let's start?"
Feng Yan leaned on the chair again, assumed a more relaxed posture and said: "Aunt, you can figure out the death riddles in The Hobbit, which means you are well prepared, so please go ahead and invite me."
Obasan: "Then it begins: others grow taller and taller, but he grows shorter and shorter. He is extremely afraid of the flames, and gradually melts away in tears."
After Obasan finished speaking, Feng Yan began to tap the outside of his thigh with his index finger. While tapping rhythmically, a tornado was blowing in his mind.
Obasan smoked a cigarette relaxedly: "Boy, this is the first one, you have to think like this..."
Feng Yan: "Candle." After admiring Obasan's rich expression, Feng Yan continued: "Aunt, is this the only level you have? This is too simple. You are at the level of a primary school student. It's my turn. ”
Feng Yan stretched his index finger from the outside of the thigh to the temple and tapped it: "Yes, please listen to the question: I had 4 legs when I was a child, and I have 6 legs when I grow up. Sometimes I am mute, and sometimes I am a singer."
Obasan obviously didn't expect that Feng Yan's questions would be so difficult. After listening, she frowned, held her chin and began to think hard.
Feng Yan started to harass her: "Auntie, what did you do when you were alive? You are actually good at guessing riddles. This is a relatively slippery project that requires you to use your brain a lot. Then you must have used your brain when you first came into contact with riddles. Confused by sharp turns, then I have to tell you in detail the difference between guessing and brain teasers. I personally think that the artistry of guessing is far greater than that of brain teasers, and guessing must be more rigorous. Tell me, this brain teaser Turning can be considered..."
It was perfect for Feng Yan to choose this time to talk nonsense. If it could cause Obasan's displeasure, it would be better to quarrel with him directly. In that way, she would waste time answering questions, and even if she couldn't quarrel, it would still distract her. Attention, but Obasan obviously did not fall into the trap.
Obasan waved his hand and said irritably: "Can you be quiet? I've thought of the answer."
Feng Yan pretended to be surprised and said: "Nani, aunt, you thought of it so quickly. Don't guess wrong. Think about it and tell me. If you guess wrong, I will win."
Obasan: "If you call me aunt again, I will kill you. The answer is the guitar. The smaller version of the guitar is called the ukulele. It only has 4 strings. It can be regarded as the guitar when I was young. The standard guitar has 6 strings. The guitar is a dead thing, of course it can make beautiful music when someone plays it, but it is dumb when no one plays it.”
After saying that, Obasan proudly wanted to see Feng Yan's disappointed expression, but she saw Feng Yan picking her nose in confusion.
"You brat, are you listening to my analysis results?"
After Feng Yan came to his senses, he said: "Ah, it's over. I was already thinking about the next puzzle. There's nothing to analyze. It's a very simple question. You said so much without showing off my face."
Obasan almost lost his temper: "You brat, you've already started thinking about your next question before I even asked it. Are you sure you can answer my question? Are you too arrogant?"
Seeing that Feng Yan didn't speak and still looked weak, Obasan simply asked the question directly: "Sometimes she is weak, sometimes she is strong, sometimes she can be broken up with a single blow, sometimes she is indestructible, it's the same in summer, and it's the same in winter."
Obasan: "You little brat..."
Feng Yan: "Is the standard answer to this question one or two?"
Feng Yan quickly asked this question before Obasan could finish his sentence.
"Why are you asking? I have no comment."
Feng Yan: "You obviously want to trick me with this question. It can be one answer or two answers. You have to tell me how many standard answers are, right? Forget it, I'll tell you both, water or ice."
Seeing Obasan gritting his teeth, Feng Yan shrugged: "I answered two answers that are not wrong, and they are also reasonable answers in your question. In fact, I personally think water is more appropriate, because the riddle is based on The properties of water begin with: sometimes weak.”
Obasan: "Stop blabbering and come up with a question."
Feng Yan looked at the 30-minute countdown. At this time, there were less than 7 minutes left: "I don't have enough time. The next one may be more difficult. Listen up, aunt."
"When he appears, the sky and the earth are eclipsed, and the world is dim. He can swallow up mountains, rivers, trees, trees, sun, moon and stars. People can see him, but they can't get rid of him. He follows him like a shadow."
After Feng Yan finished speaking, he stopped harassing Obasan. He crossed his hands and fingers and placed them naturally on his lap. His face still had a very calm expression, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
Just when the thinking time was about to come, Obasan showed a proud smile: "You brat, you are such a thief. This question is even worse than the last one I asked. Are you waiting for me to fall into the trap?" Woolen cloth?"
Feng Yan remained silent, counting down the time silently in her heart: 5, 4, 3, 2...
"It's haze."
"Xie Te, it's only 1 second away. The system obviously gave the order to this aunt after precise calculations." Feng Yan was a little annoyed.
Obasan said to himself: "Actually, the standard answer to this question is fog, but as far as the government is concerned, there is no fog anymore. As long as something like the thing in your question appears, it is definitely haze."
Feng Yan looked at the time again and said, "Okay, okay, you are good at fluency, so come up with the questions quickly."
Obasan seemed to understand that Feng Yan was in a hurry, so he stopped talking nonsense and asked the question again: "There is a kind of water that is inexhaustible. It flows..."
Feng Yan: "It's saliva, it's my turn."
Obasan was stunned, but before she could be too surprised, Feng Yan's next question came.
At this time, Feng Yan stood up and walked around for a few steps, his pace seemed very hurried. After walking for more than ten steps, he suddenly stood up and started asking questions: "He is unpredictable, coming and going like the wind. There is no place he cannot go. He His abilities are unpredictable and immeasurable, and he often plays with his opponents. He is very arrogant, does not trust any friends, and even thinks of ways to kill his own friends. He even hates the other side of himself, but in fact he himself It’s the existence of Thousand Faces, so who is he?”
Feng Yan gave the most clues to the puzzle this time, but Obasan had no clue at all. She started pulling her hair like crazy and said: "What is it! What is it! What on earth are you talking about?" , No! I seem to know who you are talking about, I seem to know! No! I don’t know, I can’t guess! No!!!”
"Time's up, please answer."
The moment Feng Yan spoke, the iron bars symbolizing the cage disappeared instantly. In fact, the time had come and Feng Yan won.
Obasan raised her head suddenly, with a ferocious expression on her face. The intact skin began to rot rapidly. In an instant, half of her face was left with only white bones, while the other half of her face was covered with rotten flesh. She screamed, and she didn't know when. The half-meter-long fingernails were pointed at Feng Yan's head and pulled out. Just as Feng Yan's head was about to be dug into a bowling ball by Obasan's nails, something unexpected happened.
"I~ fight!!!"
Feng Yan instantly used [Angry Table Leg] and hit Obasan's head with a stick. Obasan saw that this table leg was not up to par in terms of speed or strength, so he just dodged it easily. She thought about dodging this move, but unexpectedly, after her body dodged, the table leg quickly moved towards her head at an even weirder angle. She panicked and tried to block it with her hands, but then she found that she couldn't raise her hands. She watched helplessly as Feng Yan fucked the table leg onto her head.
"I told you to cheat! I told you not to be fooled! I knew damn well that this table leg was prepared for you!" After Feng Yan fucked Zhongou Basang's head with a table leg, he felt confident and struck with lightning one after another. , three sentences and more than a dozen blows, Obasan was beaten to the head and bleeding.
"Wait... wait... I was wrong... stop fighting... stop it, bastard, you are in a hurry!"
When Feng Yan finished the last sentence, he finally stopped, holding the stick dripping with blood, he gasped and smoothed his messy long hair and said: "No... I'm sorry, I almost forgot because I was addicted to beating, so you give up? "
Obasan covered his bloody head and retreated to the gas stove. He squatted down and said, "I give up... I give up. Stop fighting. If you hit me again, I will lose my mind."
Feng Yan sighed and said: "There is something that I can't talk about properly. Why do you have to force me to treat you like this? Well, tell me your tips quickly."
Obasan trembled and said, "There is something in the drawer of the cupboard behind you. I think that is what you want."
