I am a god in the escape game by drawing cards

Chapter 144 I Have a Friend 19
Turning off the phone, Fang Muge approached the little girl in the pink skirt tentatively, and asked curiously, "What are you drawing?"

The little girl in the pink skirt ignored Fang Muge and continued to paint and draw on the ground with chalk.

Fang Muge looked at the little girl's painting, it was a mess of colors, and it was impossible to tell what was painted.

After thinking about it, Fang Muge squatted down opposite the little girl in the pink skirt, and began to observe the little girl intently.

Seeing Fang Muge, the tongue twirling and bouncing around the little girl suddenly jumped up and jumped onto Fang Muge.

Fang Muge grabbed the strange tongue and took a closer look. It was a very pink and tender tongue, which seemed to have not yet fully matured.

The fresh tongue struggled hard, and seemed very unwilling to be restrained by Fang Muge.

Fang Muge pinched his tongue, and a bold guess crossed his mind.

After thinking about it, Fang Muge passed the tongue in front of the little girl in the pink skirt: "Here, your tongue fell off."

Hearing this, the little girl in the pink skirt stopped painting.

After a long time, the little girl in the pink skirt looked up at Fang Muge, and then slowly opened her mouth.

Fang Muge looked down, and there was no tongue in the little girl's open mouth.

The tongue in his hand began to struggle frantically, Fang Muge seemed to realize something: "Do you want me to put your tongue back for you?"

The little girl in the pink skirt still opened her mouth, without any reaction.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Fang Muge pinched his tongue and threw it into the mouth of the little girl in the pink skirt.

The little girl in the pink skirt closed her mouth cooperatively, and locked her lively tongue in her mouth.

"If you have a tongue, you can talk, right?" Fang Muge asked.

The little girl in the pink skirt lowered her head and continued to draw, without any intention of answering Fang Muge's question.

"Hmm..." Fang Muge pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then began to talk to himself, "I have a friend who is very short, and her height is not as long as my legs."

"She also looks immature, she looks only four or five years old. She likes to draw very much, but it's a pity that the things she draws are difficult for others to understand."

"My friend, I don't know if it's autistic or aloof at a young age, and I don't like to talk to people. I squatted in front of her and asked a lot of questions, but she didn't answer me once. I was a little sad."

Hearing Fang Muge's words, the little girl in the pink skirt kept drawing and said without raising her head, "I'm not your friend."

Fang Muge continued: "Hey, my friend has another characteristic, she always denies our friendship."

The little girl in the pink skirt added the last touch to the painting, threw the chalk on Fang Muge's body, and emphasized angrily: "I'm not your friend."

Fang Muge was silent for a moment, then reached out and took out the item [A Bouquet of Roses] from the trial bracelet.

Handing the roses in his hand to the little girl, Fang Muge said friendly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything to you. How about giving this bouquet of flowers to you as an apology?"

The little girl in the pink skirt stared at the roses, a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

"Hey, do you have the heart to refuse such beautiful roses?" Fang Muge looked regretful.

The little girl in the pink skirt suddenly asked, "Are my paintings good-looking?"

Fang Muge looked down at the little girl's painting, and it was still a mess like a ghost drawing.

"It's pretty." Fang Muge said with a serious face, "There is a kind of messy beauty."

"You're lying." The little girl in the pink skirt was a little annoyed, "You obviously think it's a mess."

"That's right, isn't a mess just a messy beauty? I'm not wrong, let alone lying." Fang Muge explained patiently.

The little girl in the pink skirt had doubts in her eyes, as if she was a little moved by Fang Muge.

Taking advantage of the victory, Fang Muge gave the rose in front of the little girl in the pink skirt again: "I've never seen such amazing painting skills, how about making friends?"

The little girl in the pink skirt looked at Fang Muge and asked curiously, "Are you sure you want to be friends with me?"

"I'm sure." Fang Muge replied firmly.

"In that case, don't regret it." Saying that, the little girl in the pink skirt accepted the roses Fang Muge sent.

Fang Muge took out his mobile phone to take a look, and there was a new reminder in the friend app:

[You have successfully added Zhizhi as your friend, and then you can choose to enhance your friendship with her, or choose to end your friendship. 】

"So your name is Zhizhi." Fang Muge sighed.

"Is my name nice?" Zhizhi asked sincerely.

"It sounds good." Fang Muge nodded and replied, "It will remind people of the act of weaving, weaving all the good things in the world."

"You can also weave all the evil in the world." Zhizhi answered with a blank expression.

"It's fine, it depends on where you stand." Fang Muge replied indifferently.

"It seems that your position is chaotic neutral." Zhizhi concluded.

Fang Muge didn't comment on this, but instead asked, "Do you live on the fourth floor?"

"I can live anywhere." Zhizhi replied with a plausible answer, and then enthusiastically suggested, "Let's play a game of guessing fist."

"Is there any reward for winning the game?" Fang Muge looked excited.

"Being friends with me is already your greatest reward." Zhizhi muttered.

"That's true." Fang Muge smiled and agreed, "Let's talk about the rules of the game first."

Zhizhi slowly explained:

"The rules of the game are very simple. Rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, paper wins rock, and the winner is determined in three rounds."

"I know you have three best friends, but I don't like my friends having other best friends."

"So, before the game starts, you need to decide which of your three best friends the rock, the scissors, and the paper represent."

"In a boxing game, if you lose, the friend you punch represents will also die."

"For example, if you produce a stone and I produce cloth, then your best friend represented by the stone will die."

"The rules are very simple, do you understand?" Zhizhi looked up at Fang Muge.

"This rule sounds like I'm at a disadvantage no matter what." Fang Muge was quite helpless.

"You have no chance to refuse." Zhizhi said seriously, "Choose, rock, paper, scissors, who do you want to represent Wan Shan, Jiang Mingyue, and Xia Fanxing?"

Fang Muge thought for a moment, and replied seriously: "I choose to use stone to represent Jiang Mingyue, scissors to represent Xia Fanxing, and cloth to represent Wanshan."

"Very good, then the boxing game begins." Zhizhi put her hands behind her back and looked at Fang Muge with burning eyes.

"Three, two, one." Fang Muge counted down without changing his face.

In the first guessing game, Zhizhi made scissors, and Fang Muge made a rock.

For the second guessing game, Zhizhi produced cloth, and Fang Muge produced scissors.

Two wins in three rounds, there is no need for a third guessing game, Fang Muge has already won.

"You didn't look away at all, and you didn't hesitate to punch. Did you know what I was going to do early on, or didn't you care about the life and death of your best friend?" Zhizhi asked curiously.

Fang Muge smiled and said, "I just believe that you won't make things difficult for your friends."

(End of this chapter)