Chapter 82: Changes at the Food Festival (3)
Mu Cifang's words immediately aroused everyone's side eyes. I don't know if it's because of Zixi's competitiveness or to protect his face, Xiang Zixi said lightly: "Since there is such a fun game, how can you not call me?" Zhuang Meng, you better quit, I'll play with them! β
"Don't!" Shen Zhuangmeng's face changed: "Zi Xi, don't be reckless!" β
Shen Zhuangmeng reminded Xiang Zixi that he should be careful not to fall into the trap of others! Didn't someone plan to poison her just now?
But Xiang Zixi is Xiang Zixi after all, how could she allow others to despise her?
In her previous life, she had been despised by others, no, she was despised too much, and in this life, she must turn this situation back! No one in the world wants to be a thief, they all want to live an upright life, but when she is lonely and abandoned, she has lost the opportunity to be an upright person!
And in this life, I haven't started to lose yet. So. Nothing like this can be allowed!
Xiang Zixi pulled out the chair, sat down at the table all of a sudden, and said indifferently: "Tell me the rules!" β
There were already six people sitting at the table, and with Xiang Zixi, there were seven people. Everyone else was watching and didn't take their seats, and being seated meant accepting the rules of the game.
Shen Zhuangmeng was just about to sit down, but was grabbed by Xiang Zixi and pulled behind him: "To play this game, it is enough for me to be alone!" β
Mu Cifang glanced at Xiang Zixi lightly, and he sat opposite Xiang Zixi.
On the left hand side of the Mu Ci Room sat a male nobleman with a goatee who was about fifty years old, and on the right hand side sat a woman who was veiled and couldn't see her age clearly.
And sitting on Xiang Zixi's left hand side was a man about twenty years old, with some oily hair and powdery face, and his skin was as white as sick.
On the right-hand side sat a well-mannered scholar of about twenty-five years old, who had been supporting his chin with a folding fan, as if he was bored.
And in the middle of the six people, sitting was the man who invited Xiang Zixi to play cards, a rich boy of about twenty-seven or eight.
At this time, the number of people in the game has been gathered, namely, the dealer, the goatee man, the shepherd's house, the veil woman, the scholar, Xiang Zixi and the sick man.
The dealer slapped his palms and said with a smile: "About this game, I don't know if everyone knows the rules, but I'll just talk a few more nonsense and explain the rules clearly." β
The dealer turned his head and said to Xiang Zixi with a smile: "About the story of this game, I better repeat it in advance." However, Miss Xiang, you have already sat down, even if you are afraid, as long as the game is not over, you can't quit! This game will continue until dawn tomorrow, and I will burn incense all the time to refresh everyone. Legend has it that this game is a true event that was passed down from the country of Spark. There is a nobleman in the country of Ling, who has seven children under his knees, and everyone wants to earn their father's inheritance, and there is a huge contradiction around this inheritance of the seven sons. Finally, one day, a conflict erupts, and the Seven Sons choose a bloody massacre, in which they not only want to kill their own siblings, but also the elderly nobles together. As a result, the elderly nobles were forced to choose an heir in this bloody massacre. Sadly, this chosen heir did not know that he had been chosen at all, but was plunged into a slaughter. When he finally learned that he had been chosen as an heir, he was already dying. Later, someone used this to evolve into a game, which is the game we are going to play now. In order to make this game more fun, there are a lot of interesting factors added to it, and I think everyone will enjoy it! β
"What a bloody game!" Xiang Zixi said coldly: "So, what about the rules? β
"The rules are simple, I have a deck of cards, twenty-eight in all, and one of these cards is specially marked, and the one who draws this card is the designated candidate. There were seven of us, and each of us could only draw one card at a time. And what we have to do is to grab someone else's card from someone else's hand, because it is likely that someone else's hand is the card with a special mark. Whoever has that card in their hand at dawn is the winner! β
"Sounds simple, but someone just said that this game is bloody?" Xiang Zixi said lightly: "Does it mean that as long as you grab the cards in the opponent's hand, you can kill the opponent by any means, even?!" β
As soon as Xiang Zixi's words fell, the others were instantly moved! What a cold girl!
"Yes." The dealer replied with a blank face: "So, this is the game of the brave!" Miss Xiang, are you scared? β
Shen Zhuangmeng covered his mouth all of a sudden, and smiled faintly at Zixi: "Scared? How so? Let's make the storm more violent! β
"Good!" The dealer nodded and said: "The rules of the game are, in addition to using martial arts, in addition to not having helpers, except that you are not allowed to leave this wine shop, everyone, play to your heart's content!" β
As soon as the dealer's voice fell, the cards in his hand fell on the table, and soon a person came to quickly shuffle the cards, and then divided into four stacks, which were placed neatly in turn.
"I'm the dealer, and I have the right to decide which stack to use first, and then everyone draws their cards in order." The dealer smiled evilly, pointed to the second stack in the middle and said, "Then, this is it!" β
The dealer took away the cards on the second stack at once, and without looking at it, he pressed it in front of him at once. The others reached out and took away their cards, Xiang Zixi was no exception, after drawing their own cards, they gently looked back, and a doll was drawn on the cards that made a face at her, it seems that they didn't draw the so-called cards with special marks!
Xiang Zixi looked up at the others, everyone's expressions were calm, of course, except for the woman with the veil, everyone's faces seemed to be normal.
The dealer smiled and said, "Ah, it seems that everyone's luck is not too good, so we have to carry out the second draw." Unrelated people, please stand back, at least don't stand in front of this table, okay? β
The others took Shen Zhuangmeng and left the table with a bang, came to the outer room, and quietly watched the game continue.
The dealer pointed to the last stack and said, "Well, now it's time to draw that stack, according to the rules, I'm the first to draw!" β
The dealer sighed, picked a card, didn't look at it, and pressed it directly on the first card he drawn. The others still drew their cards in order.
Xiang Zixi took his solitaire card and opened it to see that there was a budding plum blossom on it, and it didn't seem to be a special mark? What is that so-called special mark?
At this time, when Xiang Zixi didn't even have time to look up at other people's expressions, an instinct told her that someone was sneaking up!
Xiang Zixi lightly touched the table at his feet, and his body leaned back quickly with a chair, narrowly avoiding a white light!
Immediately afterwards, Xiang Zixi heard a bang in his ears, and the table in front of him broke in response!
Xiang Zixi grabbed his card and suddenly turned over and fell to the ground, half-kneeling as he watched the sick man sitting on his left hand swing a knife at him, and asked coldly: "So, you can shoot at others now, right?" β
"That's right!" The dealer grinned and said, "But don't forget the rules!" Martial arts are not allowed in this game! β
"Of course!" A grim smile appeared on the corner of Xiang Zixi's mouth: "What I know is not martial arts, but pure physical skills!" β
As soon as Xiang Zixi's voice fell, his feet suddenly flew up, and he went straight to the sick man's front door!
The sick man was not afraid at all, and the shiny big knife in his hand slashed at Xiang Zixi. Xiang Zixi's body twisted flexibly, changed from kicking to splitting, and suddenly hit the back of the man's knife fiercely! The soles of his feet were forced, and the sickly man's long knife was suddenly trampled under the soles of his feet by Xiang Zixi. The steel knife under his feet was picked by Xiang Zixi with his toes, and he suddenly picked it into his hand, and slashed at the sick man's body!
The sick man looked weak, but his body was extremely flexible, and he grabbed the chair behind him and met the big knife that was slashing at Zixi.
But how did he know that Xiang Zixi's move was a false move, and when the sick man met Xiang Zixi, Xiang Zixi flew up and kicked the sick man's chest!
Bangββββ
The sick man's body was instantly kicked by Xiang Zixi, and he slammed into the wall, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and his face became even paler and more sickly.
"Wow! What a pliable physical technique! The dealer couldn't help but admire: "You can already achieve such extreme flexibility without martial arts." However, you really don't have the internal strength! What a weird existence! β
Xiang Zixi grabbed the two cards of the sick man, took a quick look, and couldn't help but say, "It turns out that it's not in your hands!" β
The others looked down at their cards as if nothing had happened.
"So, let's move on to the third round!" The dealer smiled and turned back to the sick man who was knocked into the wall and said, "Can you continue to draw cards?" β
"Yes!" The sick man struggled and fell off the wall, and at this time, someone brought a new table and a new chair again. The cards that weren't drawn were always sitting on the damaged table.
After the dealer took everyone to draw the first stack of cards, Xiang Zixi opened his cards according to his habits.
Suddenly, I found that someone had marked the card with a pen: "Congratulations, you have been chosen!" β