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The darkness in front of Honghu's eyes suddenly faded, and the sense of hearing and touch recovered almost at the same time.
He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground.
The next second, he suddenly turned over and sat up. Then, what caught his eyes... was a giant black hand and a familiar figure.
"Do you still remember what happened?" Feng Bujue, who was not far away, tilted his head and looked at Honghu and asked.
The latter frowned slightly, thought for a while, and replied: "I was..." He turned his gaze to the rubbing hand, "I was shot into the ground by it..."
As Honghu said, he turned his head instinctively and glanced at the ground. At this time, his Tuoying has disappeared, but the shadows of Uncle Waste Chai, Tianma Xingkong and Atobe are still printed on the stone road.
"What's going on?" Honghu looked at Feng Bujue again and asked, "You saved me?"
"Nonsense, who else could it be?" Feng Bujue shrugged and replied easily.
"Well...how long is it before the mission time limit?" Honghu quickly answered.
His first reaction was not to thank Brother Jue, but to take the time to ask some more practical questions first, so as to decide what to do next.
Of course, Feng Bujue has no objection to this. In fact, he agrees with this approach very much, and he would have the same reaction if it were him.
"Don't worry, there are still fifteen minutes." Feng Bujue replied, pointing behind him with his thumb as he spoke, "As far as I know, this place is already very close to the temple. The little slope a hundred meters away will be there." He paused, then tapped the rubbing hand on the opposite side with his index finger, "I will be able to finish this thing in ten minutes and rescue Xiao Ma and the others. So... We will have about five minutes to hurry, um... there should be no problem."
"Hmph... Are you overwhelmed with luck when you beat me twice?" Tuo Yinzhi's hand listened to Brother Jue's words, and the more he listened, the more unhappy he became, "I won't lose to you again!"
"Ah... why do these words sound so familiar?" Feng Bujue replied in a mocking tone, "Oh~ By the way, you said almost the same thing a few minutes ago, the only difference is that 'once' now becomes 'twice'."
"Don't be wordy! Come on!" The hand of rubbing the seal shouted.
"Okay, just come..." Feng Bujue responded, and raised his hand, ready to punch.
At this moment, Honghu's heart was full of surprises and doubts, and he thought to himself: "What's the situation... He actually won this guy... twice? How did this happen?"
He would be puzzled, and understandably so.
Not long ago, after Honghu and three other team members encountered Ruoyin's hands, they naturally did the same guessing match. But... they all lost. Moreover, the four of them played in turns and were defeated one by one. That is to say, the person at the bottom of the list had three full rounds (at least nine rounds) of watching experience, but he still couldn't beat Rubbing Hand.
By the way, Honghu is the last one... because the other three people think that it doesn't matter even if they all lose. Anyway, Honghu will definitely learn some rules, tricks and other things from their victory and defeat, and then solve it. This little OSS.
It's a pity... Honghu didn't see anything, that's why the current development...
"Come on! Rock... Scissors... Paper!"
While Honghu was thinking about it, Brother Jue and Ruoyinzhi over there had already started a new round.
"Aha!" Brother Jue curled his lips and smiled, "I won again." He licked his lips, "It's seven rounds in a row."
"Damn...you bastard..." Although the rubbing hand has no mouth, its voice at the moment definitely sounds like "gnashing teeth".
"What's the matter... Is it pure luck? Or tactics?" Honghu looked nervously at the situation in front of him, and thought in his heart, "But there are generally no tactics in the matter of guessing fists... Although I have also heard of the "novice club" It’s useless to say that the stone comes out first, but it’s useless in this kind of duel that lasts for multiple rounds. Besides, the opponent is not human at all, and even if you want to judge it from subtle gestures, eyes or small movements, you can’t do it.”
"You are too naive." Feng Bujue suddenly turned his head and said to Honghu.
"Ah?" Honghu was taken aback when he heard the words.
"Looking at your expression, I can tell that you're thinking about... how I won consecutive victories." Feng Bujue continued, "Hmph... Of course it's not luck. If it was luck, I would already be like you, It was laid on the ground."
"Then... this is?" Honghu wondered.
"I just did the same thing as it." Feng Bujue glanced at Rubbing's hand, "Predict what the opponent will do in advance, and then make a winning gesture."
"What?" Honghu asked in surprise.
"Ha... so you are naive." Feng Bujue laughed dryly and said, "Do you really think... it will play normal guessing games with you?"
Honghu turned his head and stared at Rubbing's hand and said: "Cut... so you have some kind of instantaneous predictive ability? It's too despicable!"
"Stop talking!" Rubbing Hand replied, "I never said that I don't have this ability, and I didn't say that it is not allowed to use it!"
"Hehe... Well said..." Feng Bujue smiled sinisterly, "Come on, continue."
As soon as the words fell, he and Ruo Yinzhi guessed again, and Brother Jue won again...
"Uh... damn..." Rubbing Hand complained cursingly.
"Come again!" Feng Bujue said again.
It was another round in a blink of an eye, and Brother Jue still won. As a result, Uncle Waste Chai recovered from Tuoying.
Even though the rubbing hand was very angry, it still guessed the fist round after round according to Juege's request, and as agreed, every time it lost a round (three rounds), it would release a player from Tuoying come out.
Not long after, the four players who were sealed on the ground had all returned to their original state. Under Honghu's explanation, the other three also knew the general situation.
"Hmph... you're ruthless." Seeing that he had lost all his chips, Rubbing Hand said viciously, "Today I admit defeat... end the game, take your companions and get out."
"I refuse." Feng Bujue said the shocking answer neatly.
"What did you say?" Rubbing Hand and the other four players all responded in this way.
"Come on, continue." Feng Bujue said, raising his hand again.
"Wait... wait..." the sharp voice of Rubbing Hand began to tremble, "Your companions have all recovered, you still have to..."
"You can continue." Feng Bujue interrupted.
"Uh... can... can..." the rubbing hand was obviously timid, and it replied hesitantly.
"So, what will happen if I win this game?" Feng Bujue asked aggressively.
"Don't go too far!" the Rubbing Hand roared.
"Hehehe... Actually, you don't need to answer, I already guessed it." Feng Bujue smiled wickedly, "You will be pushed to the ground, right?"
"Uh..." the Rubbing Hand couldn't deny it, and could only moan angrily.
"As expected..." Feng Bujue grinned grimly, "Come on, come on! Guess! Punch!"
A rather weird scene happened. Although the rubbing hand was absolutely unwilling, it still had another round of guessing games with Brother Jue. It seems that Brother Jue is the master of this "boxing guessing field".
Two seconds later, the two sides fought, and the result was announced... Feng Bujue won again.
"No...don't do this..." Rubbing Hand said nervously, "Stop!"
"Again!" Feng Bujue shouted, and there was another round of victory and defeat, and he won again.
"No! Please!" The Rubbing Hand finally begged, "Let's negotiate a deal! Just ask for anything you want! As long as it's within my power..."
"Heh..." Feng Bujue smiled indifferently, "At this moment... I only want one thing..." He looked directly at the rubbing hand, "But... I don't need others to give me that kind of thing, I just take it myself... He said, and raised his hand again, "Come again!"
"Ah! Ah—" the rubbing hand howled in horror, but it still guessed the punch, the last punch...
When the failure came, the rubbing hand flipped over and fell towards the ground. It was suddenly embedded in the ground, and gradually became flat, like a 3D model being forcibly pressed into a 2D piece of paper.
"You... this... lunatic..." The rubbing hand left a groan before it was completely printed on the ground.
"Whatever you say, I still got what I wanted..." Feng Bujue looked down at the giant hand shadow on the ground, and said jokingly, "... fun."
Two seconds later, the space around the players expanded instantly. It felt as if a large amount of solidified matter suddenly dissipated into gas, but the matter was invisible.
"Ah... very good, the enchantment has disappeared." Feng Bujue said, "It's almost as I expected, we still have five minutes to arrive at the Temple of Faith." He turned around while talking, "Let me lead the way, I know the general direction."
"Uh... so what..." Atobe couldn't help but interjected at this moment, "Aren't you going to explain... what happened just now?"
The other three people also looked at Brother Jue with monster-like eyes at this moment, not daring to approach him.
At first, they were just amazed by Feng Bujue's strength, but then... especially Feng Bujue's words and deeds in the last two minutes, really made the teammates' frightened value soar. They couldn't help but have an illusion... Feng Bujue is the real villain OSS, and the Rubbing Hand is a victim.
"Of course I will explain." Jue Gela replied with a long tone, which is the truth, he really likes to show off, "But the time left for the main task is less than five minutes, I think it's better to wait for us What about after arriving at the Temple of Faith?"
"Well... that's right." Honghu quickly calmed down and continued, "In short... let's go first, everyone."
Honghu's response seemed to ease the atmosphere. After everyone heard the words, they hesitated for half a second, and then followed up one after another, following Feng Bujue and walking away quickly. RS
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