Although his mind was full of curses, he didn't dare to curse a word out of his mouth. Instead, he had to control the four ordinary people outside to start the game while cursing in his heart.
At the stone table in the courtyard outside, Huo Sichen couldn't help but touch the turntable on the table with his hand.
He didn't know whether he was too excited or too unlucky, but the turntable finally stopped and the arrow pointed right at himself.
Huo Sichen: "..."
The three Huo Silin brothers all winked at him, which meant that they were asking for trouble. Ask as hard as it is. He didn't know he was angry. When the time comes, Zai Zai will definitely notice something strange about them.
Huo Sichen had never played this before, but they had played it before when they took Zai Zai to the haunted house to meet those college students.
What questions were asked at that time?
Huo Sichen's eyes lit up: "Bi Xian, Bi Xian, was my Brother Silin taken advantage of by that vixen?"
Huo Silin: "..."
Huo Sijin and Huo Sijue: "..."
This mallet!
Brother Bixian took a quick look at the little fat boy who was sitting on the stone steps in front of the threshold of the main house at some time, holding his chin with one hand and wiping saliva on it with the other hand from time to time.
It’s really terrible!
Fortunately, it knows this problem.
So in the middle of the stone table, two large blood-red characters slowly appeared.
"No"
The next round of the game started. The three brothers Huo Silin, Huo Sijin and Huo Sijue felt that they could no longer let their silly brother ask questions. They couldn't ask Bixian. Zaizai thought they had a great time and would probably spend the whole night here.
Everyone turned the turntable clockwise, and Huo Sijue was followed by Huo Sichen.
When Huo Sijue turned the turntable, he didn't dare to use too much force.
However, the turntable was still spinning very fast, and when it stopped, the arrow pointed at Huo Sichen again.
Huo Sichen's pupils widened.
The eyes of the other three Huo brothers also widened.
Is this immortality intentional?
I have to say that the three Huo brothers have found out the truth.
Brother Bixian did it on purpose.
After all, two of the other three ordinary people looked to be in their early twenties. What if the question asked was complicated and he couldn't answer it and angered the little adult?
The half-sized one in the middle has a lot of twists and turns in my mind. What if it gets caught in it?
So it must be Huo Sichen!
With Ecstasy's special control, Huo Sichen couldn't help but ask questions.
"Bixian Bixian, how old can I live?"
Brother Bixian was stunned for a moment, and Zaizai quickly spoke out.
"Damn it, if you answer wrong or fail to answer my third brother's question, I will swallow you directly!"
Brother Bixian was so frightened that the answer was quickly displayed on the stone table.
"It depends on how old you want to live."
The four brothers of the Huo family: "..."
This answer...
Does this immortal know Zaizai's identity, but if he knew, how could he dare to deal with them?
Brother Bixian is just confused.
After all, the little fat boy looks so powerful and really wants to keep someone in the world, so he doesn't have to use too many methods.
After all, its owner has used various methods to help people survive, and it has seen a lot.
Zaizai held up his chin, licked his mouth, and continued to wipe his saliva.
"Okay, you're right."
Bixian’s younger brother: “…”
Is this a game to invite the pen fairy or a game to invite the ancestors?
Huo Sichen asked questions five times in a row. Before the sixth round started, Zaizai slowly stood up and locked his big black eyes on Brother Bixian.
"Is it the sixth round for the third brother to ask questions again? I asked you to play games with my three brothers. Why did you only let the third brother ask questions?"
The Bixian boy trembled in fright: "No, no, no... That's a matter of probability. It might be different next time."
It will be different next time.
Bixian's brother originally wanted to pick Huo Sijue, the second youngest, but Huo Sijue's sharp eyes made it clear that he was not an easy subject to deal with. In the end, he went back and forth between Huo Silin and Huo Sijin, and finally targeted him. Focusing on the very elegant looking Huo Silin.
Huo Silin: "Bixian, Bixian, please write down all the numbers of pi."
Bixian’s younger brother: “…what?”
Pi for all numbers?
It knows it, but how many of them are there?
When will it be written?
Zaizai tilted his head and snorted: "You can't do it anymore?"
The little pen fairy saw a strong sense of prey in the little fat boy's eyes, and was so frightened that he picked up his brush and started writing on the stone table.
Pi is π, and π is equal to: 3.14159265358979323846…
Maybe it's because the little pen fairy has a lot of resentment about Huo Silin's issue, so when one blood-red number after another appears on the stone table, it's so bright and dazzling.
Like numbers condensed by blood, the blood seemed more like living things, flowing little by little. The four Huo brothers were all stunned to see it.
The three brothers Huo Sijin quickly looked at Huo Silin: "Brother Silin, high!"
Huo Silin smiled sheepishly: "I just happened to forget the answer to this question, and it's rare to ask for a pen fairy, so I just wanted to ask."
Bixian’s younger brother: “…”
Even if you are a top student, I will never believe that you will forget pi.
Brother Bixian sent all kinds of greetings to the eighteen generations of the Huo family in his heart, but he continued to write hard with his hands.
2643383279502884……
197169399375105……
The further I write, the more violent my brother becomes.
Zaizai was looking at it, but he became impatient.
Brother Silin obviously asked a question, but the ghost Bixian wrote so much.
However, as he saw the writing of "Xian Gui" to the back, the more yin energy appeared around him, Zaizai's big black eyes couldn't help but slowly widened.
What's happening here?
Then look at the thick brush wielded by the pen fairy and ghost thing. The brush seemed to be about to bloom. Zaizai understood later.
The pen fairy is angry!
Zaizai was shocked!
You can’t write the answer yourself, and you’re still angry after writing so much and still not calculating it?
When she was about to go over and take some pictures of fairy and ghost things, she suddenly sat back down again.
It’s good to be angry!
So many new additions of rich yin energy!
So Zaizai opened his small mouth and started sucking with a look of enjoyment.
The pen fairy became angrier and more irritable the more he wrote, and the whole pen finally reached the point of being almost crazy. From the first stroke to the crazy cursive style at the back, the fonts that connected each stroke made the Huo family look at each other. The four brothers squinted their eyes at the same time.
Huo Sichen was the first to ask: "Brother Silin, I can understand what Bixian writes in the front, but what is written in the back?"
Huo Sijue rolled his eyes and nodded.
"Indeed, I can't understand it either."
Huo Sijin: "It's too sloppy, it looks like English, it looks like Arabic, it looks like Tibetan, and it looks like Russian..."
Zaizai, who enjoyed sucking in the Yin Qi, raised his eyebrows as he listened.
"Damn it, don't you want to play anymore?"
The little pen fairy who was writing in wild cursive style was going crazy and was stunned.
"Little lord, little lord, I wrote it..."
Zaizai didn't listen to the explanation.
"No matter what you write, it's not right if my four brothers can't understand it!"
Bixian’s younger brother: “…”
Zaizai took a deep breath of the Yin Qi emerging from Bi Xian's little brother.
The pen fairy brother immediately begged for mercy.
"Sir, please calm down. I'll write in the original font right now."
Zaizai looked at the continuous blood-red fonts: "What about those messy ghost symbols?"
The pen fairy brother has no ghost power: "Don't worry, little master, I will erase everything immediately and start writing from the beginning!"
Zaizai snorted and continued to sit where he was, leisurely inhaling the Yin Qi slowly.
Bixian’s younger brother: “…”
Did it come here in the middle of the night just to feed this ancestor?
Was it tricked by that black rabbit?
[Author's note: Thanks for the reward, guess how long it will take this little guy to write π...hehehehe...]
