"Have you ever thought that maybe He Chen doesn't care if you tell the upper echelons of the Twelve Palaces at all?"

Ade looked at Bethuan.

"How so?"

"Let's make a bold assumption, maybe what He Chen himself wants is for you to tell this information to the upper echelons of the Twelve Palaces."

This time it was Li Mousse who spoke, and he was actually very proficient in these things. Human nature and strategy, he has long been tired of these things since he was a child.

It's just that he is too lazy to use his brain on weekdays, but now the stakes are so high that he can't afford to eat and wait for death.

Several people looked at Li Mousi and waited for the next step.

"Wishing for peace is just a springboard, and the value that can be used or chosen by you actually lies in your status as the prince. A microphone that can be easily approached and can be loud enough at certain times. ”

"As for the person He Chen wanted to cooperate with at the beginning, or the object who he used to say hello to and wanted to test his attitude. From the beginning there were only twelve halls. ”

"So Yu Dinghai didn't react, and the fact that we came alone is enough to show a certain attitude."

"He Chen obviously saw this and invited us over, so as to borrow flowers and offer Buddhas to the twelve halls to show his nest and tell them that he did not pose any threat."

Bethune's scalp was numb, he never thought that there would be so many twists and turns in this simple thing.

All he could think of was empty words like "this could be a conspiracy."

Compared to some guys, Bethune was a complete idiot.

"But isn't he worried that the Twelve Palaces will destroy his unstable factor with his hand?"

Realizing that his IQ is very different from theirs, Bai Qiu'an simply has to break everything clearly.

"That's why some people say that there is a gamble every moment in life, but this gamble is interlocking, and the big and small gambling games are set on each other but have nothing to do with each other."

"The difference between Xiaoxiong and ordinary people is that the former can bet to win every game, and finally jump out of this circle of gambling and become the controller behind the scenes."

"And even if the latter wins for a while, it will only go from one gamble to another."

He Chen is gambling, and there is an unknown belief that supports him to win this game. At present, his spearhead is directly aimed at the zodiac god. ”

Bai Qiu'an pondered for a while before continuing, "So the Twelve Palaces are now concluding that He Chen is not any threat, right?" ”

"This ...... I can't guess either. Li Mousi spread his hands and said, "I'm not one of those big people, how can I guess what they think?" ”

"In the final analysis, it is information asymmetry that causes our reasoning bottleneck."

Sun Yanxi interjected.

After the discussion of what should be said and what should be thought, the decision is still in the hands of Bethula.

"Since Yu Dinghai doesn't speak, let's continue to do it. Don't pick up the divine source in vain. ”

Bai Qiu'an didn't hesitate much, since he couldn't play with his brain, he could only improve his combat effectiveness and take the path of reducing ten meetings with one force.

He Chen watched Bai Qiu'an leave, and then closed the door again. Looking back at the group of people who were back to their seats......

And the piercing corpse on the ground.

Everything was as if nothing had happened.

He Chen chuckled, it was really sarcastic. If you don't have any righteousness, you still want to be a hero? Walking to a person, He Chen reached out and grabbed a person's head and lifted it casually.

Sit comfortably in a chair from the neck down.

The cacophony of keyboard tapping suddenly stopped. Everyone stared at the screen in front of them, not even daring to look at the location that was destined to be bloody.

Because there have been many times, many people. It's all about dying.

"What's the matter with you?"

The keyboard sounds faster than before.

Everything was as if nothing had happened.

He Chen casually threw his head down and walked indifferently towards the "processing plant" behind.

The angry head rolled all the way, like the death knell of death. In the end, it happened to stop at the feet of Gu Zhu, who was hiding in the corner.

Gu Zhu brushed his skull with his hand, and then silently picked it up and put it into a hemp bag that he didn't know where to take it out. Then he walked slowly towards the corpse.

He does this kind of thing a lot and doesn't like it. but I feel that in this world, it is better to see too many dead people than to hide and not see them; It's better to pick up more dead people than to turn a blind eye.

……

The boy ate hot pot for many days, and the more he ate, the more he felt that he couldn't eat enough. Every time I go downstairs to buy, I have to carry a weight that I can barely carry.

In contrast, Jiangcheng is not much more authentic, and keeps saying that he doesn't like to eat hot pot, so he doesn't go downstairs to purchase. But every time he eats, this guy eats no less than himself.

The boy was angry, but there was no way, who let himself love hot pot much more than Jiang Cheng.

Picking up the hairy belly, one up and eight times in the pot, the red oil was steaming and fragrant, and the boy stuffed it into his mouth in one bite.

Then he hurriedly braided the sleeve that had just almost fallen into the pot.

One lap was not enough, so the boy made another lap.

Then he turned around the cuffs of his robe and stuffed it into his sleeves.

Only then did he continue to scoop the contents of the pot with satisfaction.

"You don't eat?"

The boy suddenly looked up at Jiang Cheng, who was still standing at the edge of the building.

"It's almost time."

Jiang Cheng said thoughtlessly, and the boy still sent something to his mouth. But after taking two bites, he looked up at Jiang Cheng again, "You really don't want to eat?" ”

Jiang Cheng ignored him.

"If you don't eat it, I'll be finished."

"Li Jianying, don't you really feel it?" Jiang Cheng didn't dare to turn around.

The boy's real name is Li Jianying, and it is said that his father, who has no culture, insists on saving face, and picked up the poems in his junior high school language texts.

It's the first song to break the disease.

Li Jianying didn't believe that his father had the kung fu to turn over the language papers, instead of giving a name like Li Yiyi or Dog Egg Stone.

But he didn't have a chance to ask, the mine disaster came a little too timely.

Later, when Li Jianying entered the Twelve Palaces, he felt more and more that this name was not very good.

The sword battalion doesn't have it, and there are a lot of knives. It's just that there is no battalion in the twelve halls. The name Li Jianying is also very chicken.

But poetry, it's good to understand the meaning. The most important thing is the artistic conception, the sword does not change the knife; The camp cannot be replaced. How can a living person suffocate to death?

Li Jianying raised his head and glanced at the zodiac god who was high up and almost blinded him. Then he almost plunged into the pot and began to binge-eat.

If you don't eat enough for this meal, you won't know if the next meal will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

If the new family is too poor, it will have to survive for another decade or two.

No, no......

Li Jianying finally stood up, wiped the red oil from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the sky.

God is coming.

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