You never know how much effort your opponent has put into awe.

Fu Qian knew that his body was at its limit and might not even be able to stand up and walk directly.

But it was still the sentence I said before - Zhen didn't know.

Seeing that the guess that was related to his life and death was actually being handled so hastyly, the other party seemed to have a deep sadness in his heart.

This emotion was so strong that even the tremor in the body miraculously eased.

All things outside of the body, even puzzles that cannot be understood, are no longer important at this moment.

Frontal or reverse...

"Can I confirm... which side is the front? The head?"

Even the next moment, the desire for survival seemed to make the mind a little more flexible. Zhen actually thought of avoiding a trap with extremely small probability, and looked at Fu Qian and asked a soft question.

"cannot."

And unbelievable, she was rejected again.

Fu Qian continued to shake his head, his tone of gentleness.

"I will tell you when you guess."

...

This cannot even be called a gambling. Winning and losing are actually completely controlled by the other party, and the cat-showing mice are almost the same.

"I can't win in this way... the result will be entirely up to you!"

With his eyes wide open incredibly, Jen looked as though she had realized the harshness of the other party until now.

"So you want to win?"

Fu Qian really showed the smile of a cat-showing mouse.

Win is to accompany Mr. Hack...

"No, I don't want to win...I want to keep working."

After suddenly reacting to what the two results meant, Zhen subconsciously shook her head.

"Very good, remember your choice, wish you wrong."

Very satisfied with her reaction, Fu Qian signaled to continue.

"But you can make me guess right."

Life and death are at stake, but Zhen still refuses to submit like this.

“Yes, but I have my principles.”

Fu Qianyan didn't blink and directly admitted that he did have the right to manipulate the results.

"So even if you don't say it...you won't manipulate the results?"

"meeting."

...

Zhen looked desperate, staring at Fu Qian's hand pressing there, and was speechless.

"You can close your eyes, maybe you can open it again, and the boring day will continue."

Fu Qian did not urge this time, but just gave a suggestion.

It seems that there is really no difference...

After the previous conversation, Zhen clearly realized that his life and death were actually completely controlled by the other party.

Although there is a theoretical possibility, that is, this villain is really principled, and the positive and negative sides have been decided long ago, and he will really respect the result he guessed...

"Okay, I guess...front."

Really accepting the suggestion, Jen closed her eyes and even gave the answer didn't take too long.

It's really not a human head.

The eyelids are closed, and there is no intention of peeping at fate.

Seeing Zhen's cooperative reaction, Fu Qian was very pleased at that moment.

As for the result of guessing the coins, he certainly knew which side he was pressing under his hands.

Zhen was indeed wrong in guessing, and she lost this game based on her strength.

Of course, she would never know that her "principle" was that she would definitely lose this game.

In the racing game, there is no time to destroy people's minds and find fun here.

The reason for setting up this bet is very simple - how to go back from the inner world?

This is not a game. There is a specific prop or exit, and you just need to get it back.

Faced with the current poor amount of information, you need to really use your brain to deduce and even guess. There may be some ways to help you leave.

Fu Qian’s answer 1 is to start with Zhen, the owner of extraordinary power.

That's right, I accidentally fell into the tiger cage, not only did I use willow branches to force me to provide more information, but I also have to continue to let it send itself out.

...

With only two of them in the store, Zhen continuously showed various amazing powers.

In addition to the previous speculation, the reason why I fell into this place is probably because of my own excessive stimulation, that is, my will resonate with the "inner world".

So is it possible to resonate with the real world?

Not sure, but it was exactly what I had been doing just now.

Cold-blooded, cruel, and heart is like a black box... Just now, I successfully created the image of a top villain through step-by-step hints.

While using poison to fight poison to calm down, he also described the beautiful ending after losing the bet, which can be said to have stimulated her desire for the real world to the greatest extent.

The powerless control of winning and losing makes her unable to question the instability no matter what result she announces.

Everything is ready, and the next is the moment of witnessing.

"Very good. Let me announce the result now, but it is recommended to open your eyes from counting to twenty. Congratulations - the answer was wrong."

The already stiff left hand slowly moved away, and Fu Qian announced the answer in an extremely bad way.

“One, two…”

It turns out that the image of the controller of life and death is well shaped. He obviously gasped uncontrollably at that moment, but Jen really didn't open her eyes and began to count with a trembling voice.

People always wait until they lose to realize that they are valuable, so can this desire for ordinary life be transformed into a leading Taoist symbol to produce miracles? Let's wait and see.

As the numbers progressed one by one, Fu Qian even gave a speech in his heart, and his gun was always on the other party's head.

It is still not a bad thing. Although the mechanism has been doing all the way to guide it, there must always be a backup plan.

If twenty seconds have passed and there is still no sign of return, then the strength to pull the trigger will remain.

Maybe it's not enough to kill, but a shot in the head is a critical blow.

There is a relatively high probability that you can buy some time to leave the breakfast shop - it seems like it is not necessary.

During Zhen's long wait for fate, at one moment Fu Qian realized a strange warmth emerged, driving away the chills of his body with amazing efficiency.

It is accompanied by light and the aroma of breakfast...

"Store milk for a long time will affect the taste... Although I was not very aware of this when I was young."

Ascending to heavenly changes, Mr. Huck's voice came from the opposite side.

And the moment when he regained his vision, there was no broken face in front of him.

Everything went back to the past, and it was still a deserted breakfast shop.

The glass opposite Hack was empty, staring at this side, as if he was talking to himself.

It's out, very good.

The plan that was bad and crazy, more radical than walking a tightrope finally succeeded—

But the question is, how did his opponent "Old Hunter" come out?

At an invisible angle, Fu Qian's thawing hand touched his pocket.
Chapter completed!