Qi Xia looked at the electronic clock on the wall, and the game had been going on for fifty-seven minutes.

Three minutes later, the second "replenishment" was coming.

But the current situation is very passive, if Qi Xia guesses correctly, it is impossible for everyone on the scene to take out even a single "Dao", so how to supplement it next?

During this time, four more teams escaped, and Qi Xia calculated, and there were thirty-two people left on the field.

Theoretically, there are up to twenty-two "mourning" left.

"No...... right"

The corners of Qi Xia's mouth lifted, and the square-faced man just now was deceived by himself, and he threw "mourning" into the machine twice in a row.

There are only 20 "mourning" left in the "market".

When the ground sheep saw that the time had come to sixty minutes, he lowered his head and rummaged again.

This time instead of bringing up a huge handbag, he took out a small one.

Then he took out four fans from his bag, opened them one by one, and placed them on the table.

"Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy".

While everyone was puzzled, he took the small blackboard, erased the handwriting on it with a handkerchief, then took out the chalk from his breast pocket, wrote down another sentence seriously, and finally threw the chalk on the table.

When everyone looked at it, the small blackboard read: "Two folding fans for each folding fan." ”

This sentence is very tongue-in-cheek, but everyone still understands the meaning.

With two fans...... To exchange for a fan on the table?

Qi Xia understood that this rule was suitable for participants like himself who had the same three starting fans, otherwise it would be difficult for anyone to be willing to trade two fans for one.

Qi Xia shook his head and was about to leave, but suddenly thought of something.

"Slow down......" he looked back at the strange scene.

Small blackboard, tabletop, folding fan, ground sheep.

Di Yang is obviously a participant...... He's actually swaggering around here?

What right does he have to supplement the fans of the multitude?

"So that's ......?"

Qi Xia made a bold assumption.

Whether it's the fifty-two fans in the first round or the four fans now...... It should all be free.

And this little blackboard is a hoax, and if this is the "rule", at least it should not be a handwritten blackboard, which is clearly a choice made for the sake of improvisation.

Since the ground sheep appeared as a referee at the beginning, no one dared to disobey, so whether it was three "Dao" or two for one, these things would fall into the pocket of the ground sheep.

This is his trick in this game.

Qi Xia took a deep breath and slowly walked to the table.

Seeing someone coming, Di Yang glanced at Qi Xia with a very flat expression, and then spit out a few words: "Please choose at will." ”

Qi Xia nodded, and didn't take the fan on the table at all, but picked up the chalk on the table.

Di Yang frowned slightly and asked, "What to do?" ”

"Just like you." Qi Xia replied.

This sentence made the ground sheep slowly squint his eyes.

I saw Qi Xia hold the chalk in his hand, come to the other side away from the ground sheep, and then write "one for another" on the ground.

Then he unfolded the four fans except for "Wailing" and threw them to the ground, and after a moment's thought, he took out the sharp knife and stuck it in front of him.

Qi Xia's strange behavior quickly attracted the attention of the others.

"Hey, there's someone over there who changes it!"

"That person is cheaper than the ground sheep!"

Many people came to Qi Xia's side and found that there were also four fans in front of this person.

Joy, anger, anger, happiness.

In addition to the absence of "mourning", the other three suits are readily available.

He had a knife in front of him, and he didn't look like he was easy to mess with.

An aunt looked at Qi Xia suspiciously and asked, "Can I change anything?" ”

"Yes." Qi Xia nodded, "All fans can be replaced." ”

"Is it okay for me to exchange 'joy' for your 'anger'?" The aunt asked again.

"Of course." Qi Xia nodded, and picked up "Anger" directly, "Give." ”

Seeing Qi Xia taking the initiative, the aunt took out her "joy" suspiciously, and exchanged "anger" with Qi Xia.

Qi Xia nodded, and put the "Xi" on the ground again.

"Guys, my exchange lasted half an hour." He said to the crowd, "When the time comes, or I don't want to change, this stall will be over." ”

Seeing this scene, Di Yang slowly left the table and came to Qi Xia's stall.

When the onlookers saw the goat approaching, they all got out of the way.

Qi Xia slowly stood up and looked at the ground sheep.

"Have you lived enough?" Earth Sheep asked.

"I even explained the aftermath before I came here, do you think I'll be afraid of threats?" Qi Xia replied.

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Di Yang's flat eyes, and he knew that the man in front of him had seen through this game.

The two people were only half a meter apart, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

Diyang sighed and said, "Collect the stall, otherwise I will be unkind to you." ”

"You're welcome to me?" A hint of murderous intent also flashed in Qi Xia's eyes, "Do you think I'm polite to you?" ”

"What?"

"Others want the Tao, but what I want more is your fur." Qi Xia laughed, "As long as I have this fur, I can meet the person I want to meet." ”

Di Yang suddenly felt bad, only to see Qi Xia's lips move, and slowly said: "Di Yang, I want to bet with you ......"

Before the words fell, the black hairy hand of the ground sheep had already pressed on Qi Xia's mouth, and he pinched Qi Xia's chin, making him suddenly feel difficult to breathe.

"Boy...... You are crazy?! Diyang glared and asked, "Do you know what level I am?" ”

Qi Xia couldn't speak, but there was still a hint of banter in his eyes, which made Di Yang feel extremely dangerous.

What kind of eyes is this?

The ground sheep had a slight force on his hand, and he felt that he had to kill this person immediately......

Qi Xia slowly put his hand into his pocket, took out a fan, and then unfolded it in front of the ground sheep with a "pop".

There is a big "mourning" written on the fan!

This humiliating gesture bloodshot the eyes of the earthly sheep.

"Who are you......?" The goat stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "A person who doesn't even have an "echo" at the moment is going to gamble with me...... How dare you? ”

Qi Xia shook his head vigorously, and the ground sheep also let go of his hand.

He coughed twice, slowly raised his head, and smiled, "Echo" ......? I don't need anything like that to walk in the "Last Place...... That kind of thing just messes me up......"

Di Yang looked at the man in front of him in confusion, he hesitated.

He felt a very familiar temperament in this man.

He's cold, dangerous, crazy...... How familiar is this?

"You ......" Di Yang held for a long time before finally saying a sentence, "Do you know what a dangerous path you have chosen?" ”

"Of course I do!" Qi Xia snorted coldly, "There are many roads in this world, and everyone has their own one!"

Di Yang's eyes slowly widened after hearing this, and he took a step forward and grabbed Qi Xia's collar: "Who taught you this sentence!?" ”

"Oh?" The corners of Qi Xia's mouth twitched, "If you want to know...... Why don't you come and have a fair showdown with me? ”