"The next question is our turn on the 5th. Do we need a break?" Mr. Mask looked at Li Tianxiu with a smile.

"let's start."

Li Tianxiu shook his head.

"Then question five."

Mr. Mask thought for a moment and asked with a smile: "Please answer the second half of the sentence 'It's useless to miss lovesickness'."

"Receive a poem?"

The spy frowned.

"Isn't this right? Why are my questions so difficult and his questions so easy?" The mercenary also expressed dissatisfaction.

Needless to say, the difficulty of the Bishop's game, the Spy and His game are both open questions, and there are traps everywhere.

Li Tianxiu, a person who won two quick-answer questions in a row, simply followed a line of poetry?

This isn't fair!

"That's right! I can also...know this kind of question..."

Glasses subconsciously protested, but as soon as he said the words, he discovered a problem.

This poem...

He doesn’t seem to have heard of it?

"Writing poetry..."

On this side, Li Tianxiu frowned.

He knows a lot of things, but he mainly learns them when he is interested.

As for ancient poetry, he could remember about seventy-seven or eighty-eight from the textbooks in school, but he had never understood such relatively unpopular words and phrases.

This is not a question of genius or not.

For example, the bishop with the strongest memory may not, because he and I are not from the same world.

The glasses of fellow students were already betrayed by their expressions, and most of the mercenaries who yelled the loudest were the same, not to mention the ogres and fraudsters.

Perhaps only spies and lawyers can answer this question.

"It seems that Challenger No. 5 has encountered a little trouble?" Mr. Mask raised the corner of his mouth.

"Um?!"

The spy and the lawyer heard something and raised their heads at the same time.

If Li Tianxiu can't answer, they will have a chance.

"It's always a little difficult to compose poetry on the spot." Li Tianxiu smiled.

It's impossible to figure it out if you just think about it, so don't take this point.

"Writing poetry?"

Mr. Mask was a little surprised.

Number 5, who has performed perfectly all the way, will not be able to answer this question, right?

"I already have the answer."

"What is it?" Mr. Mask looked forward to it.

"It's useless to miss lovesickness; an iron pestle is ground into an embroidery needle."

Glasses:"?"

lawyer:"?"

Female lecturer: "?"

mercenary:"?"

Is this a poem?

Could this be fucking poetry?

"Hahaha, this kid is interesting." The ogre affirmed.

"No. 5 would do this, he must have a deep meaning." The bishop fell into deep thought.

"Is this a new pattern discovered?" The spy was also thinking about the implications.

"Forehead……"

Mr. Mask frowned and couldn't help but question: "Your poem...isn't contradictory at all."

"But the mood is here, isn't it?"

Li Tianxiu took a deep breath, first pretended to look at the surrounding scenery, then poured emotion into his eyes, and translated with emotion: "Even if lovesickness is completely useless, I still want to use my iron pestle..."

"Hahaha... Listening to your explanation, it's true..."

"It's too much!"

The glasses interrupted the exchange between the two, and glared at Mr. Mask: "If this is his fault, I will accuse you of shady crimes!"

"That's right!"

The lawyer sister also cannot tolerate this kind of random alteration of poems and prose.

A child?!

"It appears that the answer to this question is controversial."

Mr. Mask rubbed his brows, raised his head again and said, "But I think it's good, so let's do this. I'll ask you three more poems. If you can answer them within the time it takes me to take seven steps, I'll consider you right."

"no problem."

Li Tianxiu shrugged.

"So……"

Mr. Mask paused, walked slowly with his hands behind his back, and gave the first couplet: "There are three thousand beauties in the harem."

"An iron pestle is ground into an embroidery needle."

"But the Flying General of Dragon City is here."

"An iron pestle is ground into an embroidery needle."

"Die before leaving the army."

"An iron pestle is ground into an embroidery needle."

"Your pestle has become a sperm, right?!" Glasses gritted his teeth angrily.

"If you do this, I could become a poet." The mercenary's eyes widened.

"You are guilty, you are guilty!" the lawyer said angrily.

"Hahaha, No. 5 really only needs one exit."

But Mr. Mask was very happy and immediately said: "Congratulations, plus 10 points!"

"Ha~ it's easy."

Li Tianxiu raised the corners of his mouth.

"What?!"

"Isn't this wrong?"

The serious group was still expressing shock, but the brain-intensive group had already drawn a terrible conclusion from this series of reactions.

"The referee violated the rules! There is something wrong with this game!" Cold sweat broke out on the spy's back.

Everything the challengers did was based on Mr. Mask's prompts, but this answer was obviously substandard.

And if he himself doesn't abide by the rules, is the promise that the survivors can regain their lives credible?

"So No. 5 did this just to tell us this?" The bishop's eyes also became solemn.

Although Li Tianxiu's behavior was deviant, he did not see the light of sin in the former's eyes.

on the contrary,

There is such malice in Mr. Mask's eyes,

And it's heavy!

Maybe the conclusion they came to before that "as long as the challenger can do it, the answer can be established" is also false. This guy just deliberately followed their conjecture to advance the incident, just to see them scheming with each other.

When they are eliminated until only the last one is left, whether they can survive or not depends on his face.

"Then now it's No. 7's turn."

Mr. Mask naturally couldn't guess what the two of them were thinking, and of course he wouldn't care even if he knew.

He looked at the ogre in position seven and asked the sixth question: "In the documentary Dongbai Past, after Brother Hu asked where his apprentice went, how did his friend Brother Dao answer?"
To be continued...