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Chapter 777 Self-destruction (for the alliance leader Chuan Er

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

"If you win, you can leave here and go 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 the snowman I piled up."

Zhou Fan showed a look of fear on his face, and he shook his head: "If you win, you can only leave. If you lose, you will become a snowman. This is unfair."

"..." The little boy in blood didn't expect that Zhou Fan, the person in the dream, would consider whether it was fair. He was stunned again, "What do you think is fair?"

Zhou Fan thought for a while and said, "If you win, I don't want to move forward. I want to leave here. If you lose, you have to become a snowman here. This is fair. Otherwise, we will just play games and there will be no punishment for winning or losing."

The little boy in blood said angrily: "That's the rules. You can choose not to play and leave here."

"Let me think about it 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 of it, you can do whatever you want, but it cannot be longer than the time of this hourglass, otherwise the gravel of the hourglass will flow out and the game will not start yet, and you will be teleported away from here."

Zhou Fan glanced at the hourglass. The hourglass was very fast. He continued: "The winning and losing rules are very unfair, but I still have to play. But before playing, I still have something to ask clearly. If you say build a snowman, whoever piles up faster will win."

"Who is the referee?"

"How can you get the referee like this? Who will finish it first? You can see at a glance." The little boy in blood said, thinking disdainfully: Can you, a dreamer, beat me? Stop teasing, hurry up and start.

"Of course, what if we have almost finished the pile of time and I will get faster and you don't admit it?" Zhou Fan shook his head again and said, "What kind of snowman do you want? So what size is it? If I pile up big ones and you pile up small ones, it won't be glorious if you win."

"Or I'll pile up small ones, you pile up big ones, and what if I won't convince you?"

The little boy in blood was stunned. He didn't expect that there were so many things to pay attention to building a snowman.

"Please give a reasonable rule as soon as possible, otherwise how can we start playing the game?" Zhou Fan sighed.

At this time, the gravel of the hourglass had run out, and the little boy in blood was still standing stupidly. He didn't know whether he would let Zhou Fan teleport into the next place, because it seemed that Zhou Fan was not intentionally delaying time.

But he didn't know how to improve the rules so that he could start the game.

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

"Have you thought about it?" Zhou Fan asked again.

"Or why, I will build a snowman first and then time it. I will pile it up again, and you will win if you have a shorter time." The little boy in blood was happy for his wonderful method.

"This is not fair either." Zhou Fan shook his head and said.

"What's wrong with this?" said the little boy in blood coldly.

"You think, the person who piled up first will definitely suffer a loss, because he learned all the steps and techniques of building snowmen for the people who piled up later. Then the people who piled up later will definitely improve the techniques and steps based on the people who piled up first, and will have a more advantage than the people who piled up first." Zhou Fan said slowly.

"I'll just pile up first and I don't care about losing something." The little boy in blood suppressed his anger and said.

He thought that he would only win anyway, and he just wanted to turn this hateful person into his snowman as soon as possible.

"This is not a question of whether to suffer losses, but a question of whether it is fair or not." Zhou Fan said with a serious face, "If the game is unfair, what is the meaning of playing games?"

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 could not do so. He had to abide by the rules he set, and he felt that what Zhou Fan said was very reasonable.

But the solution he thought of was rejected by Zhou Fan again, which made him think bigger and bigger the more he thought about it. His head was growing 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 blood 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 completely with a bang.

Like a blooming blood firework.

Zhou Fan was so scared that he trembled all over and took a few steps back. He was still in a dream state and didn't even think about who he was. In the dream, he was just an ordinary person. Of course he would be afraid of seeing such things. He thought to himself: Even if he can't think of it, there is no need to self-destruct, right?

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

Zhou Fan looked around and did not find the door and could only stay here.

I don’t know how long I waited, a crack broke through 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 contracted.

Zhou Fan looked at the little boy in blood in fear. He had no past dream memory and did not understand why there was another little boy in blood in blood.

The little boy in blood ignored Zhou Fan. He just looked at the headless corpse on the snow, and then blew his breath. The blood and flesh that burst on the snow quickly gathered towards the neck of the headless corpse, and a new head was born soon.

After the little boy in blood-clothed building who built a snowman recovered his consciousness, he was frightened, but he did not dare to speak because the little boy in blood-clothed building in the studio in front of him was.

The little boy in blood in the drawing just pointed indifferently at the edge of the little boy in the blood in the snowman, and he quickly understood everything.

The little boy in blood was then looking at Zhou Fan. He grinned, his smile was gloomy and terrifying: "You did a good job, and you won the snowman."

After saying that, he blinked his fingers and Zhou Fan disappeared on the snow.

When Zhou Fan opened his eyes and looked carefully again, he saw three little boys in blood holding snowballs.

The tallest little boy in blood asked: "Do you want to play snowball fights? If you don't play, you will be teleported into the next place to continue playing the game."

"How to play snowball fights?" Zhou Fan asked.

The little boy in the highest blood-clothing looked at the shortest blood-clothing little boy in the shortest blood-clothing little boy in the shortest blood-clothing trotted a few steps.

The boy in the blood-clothing had thrown out a snowball and hit the boy in the blood-clothing's left chest.

With a bang, the little boy in blood-clothed clothes suddenly burst into a bloody hole in his left chest by a snowball.

"The rules are very simple. We are in a group of two of us, and there is no flesh or blood on one side." The little boy in the top blood smiled.

Zhou Fan suppressed his fear and asked, "If you lose, will you die?"

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

"But this is not fair." Zhou Fan said again.
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