"Congratulations, you got it wrong!" The voice sounded again, and if anyone listened carefully, it was not difficult to hear a bit of schadenfreude in it, but unfortunately no one paid attention.

"Rely on it!" Ling'er burst into a foul mouth. Annoyed, he knocked his fist on the hood.

At this time, the demon night finally spoke up: "There are chickens to have eggs, and there are eggs to have chickens, so it doesn't matter if you come first and come first." ”

When Ling'er heard the answer of the demon night, she was speechless, is there such an answer? Is there one? Is there one? That's impossible!

Sometimes it's fun not to think too much about everything, because no matter what the problem or whatever, there are often unexpected results, but Ling'er doesn't notice this. So she was destined not to answer this question.

"Congratulations!" The voice rang out again, paused, and continued, "You're right!" ”

Hearing this answer, Ling'er obviously felt like hitting the wall! Oh, my God! What kind of answer is this? I really can't afford to be sad! Is there wood?

Demon Night didn't have much change in expression, but there was a row of jagged black lines hanging on his forehead as if he had been gnawed by a dog. He didn't expect the answer to be this.

"Listen to the next question: What do eggs and duck eggs have in common?"

"Eggs and duck eggs are eggs." Demon Night replied.

"I'm sorry, the answer you said was completely wrong!"

"It's all born of poultry." Ling'er replied.

"Congratulations, your answer is correct, listen to the next question: What is the difference between an egg and a goose egg at first glance?"

"The egg is small, the goose egg is big." Demon Night and Ling'er replied in unison. There is basically no need to think about this kind of disconnection.

"Sorry, the answer is correct." The voice continued: "Listen to the next question: Is the goose egg the goose or the egg first?" ”

"There are geese to have eggs, and there are eggs to have geese, so it doesn't matter if they come first and come first." Ling'er and Demon Night said in unison.

"Congratulations, you got it wrong."

What the? Got it wrong? Is there a mistake? What's going on? They completely understood a truth at this moment, sure enough! The person who came up with the topic is the most shameful person, wow! The two of them cursed the person who made the question in their hearts, and scolded her or him from the inside out.

"Ahh

"Ahh

Ling'er and Demon Night sneezed very loudly in unison, glanced at each other, and cursed in their hearts for not knowing who said bad things about them.

"First the goose and then the egg!" Ling'er rubbed her nose and replied vaguely.

"I'm sorry, but you're right!"

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"Listen to the next question......"

"Listen to the next question......"

"Listen to the next question......"

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Time just felt like it had passed, and even Ling'er and Demon Night themselves didn't know how many questions they answered.

"He's meowing! You're still there, are you still there? Next question, next question, question your sister? In the end, Ling'er still broke out, she was already impatient after answering the question for so long, but there was always a voice there that tirelessly said the next question.

"It's not over, it's not over yet." The unknown voice replied that he was not afraid of death, and he really didn't know what it meant to be in moderation.