Weird World of Immortality

"What if you lose, what if you win?" Zhou Fan asked again.

"If you win, you can leave here and rush to the next place to continue playing the game. If you lose..." The little boy in blood paused and licked his tongue. "You will become my snowman."

With a look of fear on Zhou Fan's face, he shook his head, "If you win, you can only leave. If you lose, you will become a snowman. It's not fair."

"..." The little boy in blood didn't expect that Zhou Fan, a man in a dream, would actually consider whether it was fair, he was startled again, "Then what do you think is fair?"

Zhou Fan thought for a while and said, "If I win, I won't move on. I want to leave here. If you lose, you have to become a snowman here. That's fair. Otherwise, we'll just play the game, and there's no penalty for winning or losing."

The little boy in blood said angrily, "The rules are like this, you can choose not to play and leave here."

"Let me think again." Zhou Fan began to think.

An hourglass appeared on the snow, and the little boy in blood pointed to the hourglass on the ground and sneered, "You can think about it and do whatever you want, but you can't exceed the time of this hourglass, otherwise the sand and gravel of the hourglass will run out and the game has not started. Will be teleported away from here."

Zhou Fan glanced at the hourglass, the hourglass time was very fast, he continued, "The rules of winning and losing are very unfair, but I still want to play, just before I play, I still have something to ask clearly, you say build a snowman, who builds it? Whoever is quicker wins."

"Then who is the referee?"

"There's no need for a referee for this kind of thing, it's clear who will finish the pile first." The little boy in blood said, he thought with disdain that you, a dreamer, could beat me? Stop kidding, let's get started.

"Of course, if we finish the pile in time, I will hurry up and what if you don't accept it?" Zhou Fan shook his head again and said, "What kind of snowman do you want, and what size? What if I pile up a big one? , you pile up small, you won't be honorable."

"Or if I pile up a small one, and you pile up a big one, what should you do if you're not convinced if I win?"

The little boy in blood was stunned. He didn't expect to build a snowman so much.

"Please give a reasonable rule quickly, otherwise how can we start playing games?" Zhou Fan sighed.

At this time, the sand in the hourglass had been drained, and the little boy in the blood-clothed clothes was still standing stupidly. He didn't know whether to let Zhou Fan teleport to the next place, because it seemed that Zhou Fan didn't mean to delay time.

But he also didn't know how to improve the rules to start the game.

"I...you..." He felt like his head was about to explode.

"Have you made up your mind?" Zhou Fan asked again.

"Otherwise, I'll build a snowman first, and then time it. After I've built it, you build it again, and time it again. Whoever has the shortest time wins." The little boy in the blood-clothed shirt was happy for his brilliant method.

"It's not fair." Zhou Fan shook his head.

"What's so unfair?" the little boy in blood said coldly.

"Think about it, the person who built the snowman first will definitely suffer, because he has learned the steps and techniques of building a snowman from the person who built the snowman later. The person who piles up first has the advantage." Zhou Fan said slowly.

"I'll pile it up first, I don't care about losing a bit." The little boy in the blood-clothed clothes suppressed his anger.

He thought to himself that he would only win anyway, and he just wanted to hurry up and turn this hateful man into his snowman.

"It's not a question of whether or not to suffer, it's a question of fairness." Zhou Fan said with a serious face, "If the game is unfair, what's the point of playing the game."

The little boy in blood felt that his head was getting bigger again. If he could, he even wanted to turn this human into a snowman immediately, but he couldn't do it. He had to abide by the rules he set, and he felt that what Zhou Fan said was very reasonable.

But the solution he came up with was rejected by Zhou Fan again, which made him think that the more his head was getting bigger, his head was getting bigger and bigger, and he became a big-headed doll.

Zhou Fan looked at the big head of the little boy in blood in surprise.

The little boy in the blood-clothed clothes ignored Zhou Fan. He was still thinking hard. The more he thought about it, the more painful his head became. His head continued to grow until it exploded with a bang.

Like **** fireworks blooming.

Zhou Fan was so frightened that he trembled and took a few steps back. He was still in a dream state, and he didn't even think about who he was. In the dream, he was just an ordinary person. I can't think of it, and I don't need to blow myself up, right?

The little boy in blood became a headless corpse. He fell on the snow, and the bright red snow was stained with blood. It looked very strange.

Zhou Fan looked around, he didn't find the door, so he could only stay here.

I don't know how long I waited, a crack opened in the snow, and a little boy in blood stepped out of the crack. He looked at the headless corpse on the snow, and his pupils shrank.

Zhou Fan looked at the little boy in blood with fear. He had no memory of past dreams, and he didn't understand why there was another little boy in blood.

The little boy in blood didn't pay attention to Zhou Fan, he just looked at the headless corpse on the snow, and then took a breath. The blood and flesh that burst open on the snow quickly gathered towards the neck of the headless corpse, and soon a new head was born. .

After the little boy in blood who built the snowman regained consciousness, he was frightened, but he didn't dare to speak, because in front of him was the little boy in blood in the studio.

The little boy in blood who painted the painting just pointed indifferently at the eyebrows of the little boy in blood who built the snowman, and he quickly understood everything.

The little boy in the blood-clothed painting then looked at Zhou Fan, he grinned, and his smile was terrifying, "You did a good job, build a snowman even if you win."

After he finished speaking, he flicked his fingers, and Zhou Fan disappeared into the snow.

When Zhou Fan opened his eyes again to take a closer look, he saw three little boys in blood with snowballs in their hands~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The tallest little boy in blood asked, "Do you want to play a snowball fight? If you don't play, you will Was teleported to the next place to continue playing the game."

"How about a snowball fight?" Zhou Fan asked.

The tallest little boy in blood looked at the shortest little boy in blood, and the shortest little boy in blood trotted a few steps.

The tallest little boy in blood threw a ball of snowballs and hit the left chest of the little boy in blood.

With a bang, the left chest of the little boy in the blood coat was smashed into a blood hole by a snowball.

"The rules are very simple. We will work in groups of two, until one of them has no more flesh on his body." The boy in the highest blood robe smiled.

Zhou Fanqiang held back his fear and asked, "If you lose, you will die, right?"

"Yes, if you lose, you will die. If you win, you can fully recover and then go to play the next game." said the tallest little boy in blood.

"But it's not fair." Zhou Fan said again.