end of ten days.

Diyang thought for a long time, then let go of Qi Xia's collar.

He tidied up his suit, and asked, "Then tell me... what is an 'upright' duel? "

Qi Xia pointed to his temple: "You spare my life, let us use this place to fight."

Di Yang sized Qi Xia up, and said in a low voice: "You should have guessed it a long time ago, the rules allow killing people, and I can let you lose at any time without thinking."

Qi Xia nodded: "Yes, but is that interesting?"

"interesting……?"

"You can obviously kill everyone here at the first time...but you honestly participated in the competition." Qi Xia whispered, "Are you afraid that you will be too boring...or that you will go crazy?"

"I……"

"So you don't want to fight with me?"

Di Yang felt as if he had been tricked.

The sentence of "gambling your life" just now is clearly this man's bluff, this moment is what he wants.

"Boy... I am a "sheep", but you are trying to deceive me? "

"Oh?" Qi Xia raised his eyebrows, "Do you think I'm cheating on you?"

Di Yang's face turned cold, and his pure black hair trembled: "Why do you think I won't kill you immediately after betting with me?"

Qi Xia also turned cold, and instead of retreating, he advanced: "Then why do you think that I really dare not bet with you..."

Di Yang quickly pinched Qi Xia's chin again.

He swallowed slowly, feeling completely unable to see through the man in front of him.

Isn't "gambling for life" his strategy?But his real purpose?

How could someone in this ghost place really go to fight the "earth level"? !

Does this person have any "cards"?

Or... is there a "backstage"?

Di Yang looked at Qi Xia with some fear, it took him 13 years to sit where he is now!A full 13 years!

He will never allow any accidents to happen.

"Boy, then do as you say." Di Yang gritted his teeth and said, "I spare your life, you are not allowed to say those two words again."

The corner of Qi Xia's mouth raised, and he even waved the "sorrow" in his hand to fan the wind.

Di Yang wished he could take off this arrogant man's head now, but when he saw his eyes, he always had scruples.

He could only interrupt his thoughts, turned around and returned to the long table.

He originally wanted to change the handwriting on the blackboard, but if he really "changed one for one" like Qi Xia did, he would have no benefit at all.

From his perspective, he doesn't know what Qi Xia is thinking.

Seeing Di Yang go away, everyone gradually approached Qi Xia's booth.

Since this man could directly negotiate with the "referee", everyone treated him with a more polite tone.

Then many people took out their fans and exchanged them with Qi Xia.

Every time Qi Xia changed to a fan, she put it down intact, looking forward to the next "customer".

Rather than saying that he set up a stall to exchange fans with other people, it is better to say that Qi Xia has now become a completely fair and open "fan trading platform", where everyone can exchange for the fans they want, in full view of the public and a hand. Under the supervision of a sharp knife, there is no need to worry about being deceived.

"Young man..." An old man walked over tremblingly, and took out a "sorrow" from his pocket, "I want to change to a "happiness"..."

"No problem!" Qi Xia nodded, stretched out his hand to accept the "sorrow", and then handed the old man a handful of "happiness".

Many people's expressions seemed to have changed after seeing "Sorrow", and they also took out their fans one after another, but before everyone could speak, Qi Xia stuffed this "Sorrow" into his pocket.

There are only three fans left for exchange.

After countless shuffling, it is now "happy", "happy", "happy".

"Huh...?" A young man asked in confusion, "Can't we change the "sorrow" just now? "

"Sorry." Qi Xia said with a smile, "I happen to be short of that one, so you can look at the others."

Many people showed resentful expressions after hearing this sentence, but they did not leave, as if they were waiting for the next opportunity.

After all, the stall owner has already obtained the "sorrow" that he lacks, which means that the next "sorrow" still has no owner.That's their chance.

The frequency of people's exchanges has slowed down significantly.

And Qi Xia's goal was almost achieved.

Judging from the three fans left on the booth, "happiness" is the most popular on the field today, followed by "joy". There should be very few "anger" and "sorrow".

After all, "Happiness" and "Happiness" have been on display for so long and no one has replaced them. Everyone is waiting for "Angry" and "Sorrow".

It can be deduced from this that the person who left should have taken a lot of "anger" and "sorrow" unintentionally.

Since these fans are all hidden, no one knows how many there are.

So... is anyone monopolizing "anger"?

The corner of Qi Xia's mouth twitched slightly, it didn't matter at all.

It doesn't matter who is monopolizing. In this game, "monopoly" is undoubtedly the stupidest way.

After waiting for a while, a thin man came over, holding a broken fan, and asked cautiously, "Brother...do you remember me?"

Qi Xia looked up and saw that this man was the one who had two fans taken away and another fan torn to shreds.

Qi Xia nodded and said, "I remember, why?"

"I, can I exchange this fan with you?"

Qi Xia naturally knew what the man was thinking, he looked carefully at the man's pocket, and found that besides the one in his hand, he actually had a fan.

It seems that he also spent three "Dao" to buy it in the last round.

"Brother, there is something wrong with your fan." Qi Xia said flatly, "Although I set up a stall to do business, it is impossible to do business at a loss."

The onlookers naturally remembered this thin man, who clearly had a broken fan in his hand.

"Brother..." the skinny man said with a troubled expression, "You can change it with me... You have so many fans, this one is not bad... I don't even know if I can take this fan out..."

Qi Xia only felt that this man told a joke, which was inexplicably funny.

"Yeah, young man!" an old lady said suddenly, "You have so many fans, why don't you help this kid to the end, it's not easy for him to be robbed of his fans."

"Yes, yes, we have to help each other to get out."

Many people in the crowd actually agreed.

Telling jokes alone is funny enough, I didn't expect there to be a group performance.

It didn't take long for the people present to become noisy one after another.

Among them are not only the "Mother of the End", but also a group of villains who took the opportunity to add chaos.

"Okay!" Qi Xia suddenly shouted, making the noisy crowd immediately quiet down, "Everyone is right! We should really help each other."

"That's right!" The thin man smiled after hearing this, and kept passing his fan forward, "Brother, just change it with me!"

"Of course." Qi Xia nodded, "Not only do I want to exchange this one with you, I also want to exchange the one in your pocket."

After speaking, he picked up the two handfuls of "Le" on the ground, and said flatly, "Either you change both of them together, or you don't change one at all."