In his entire life, Su Mu had never seen someone so capable of manipulating people's hearts.
He now feels like he is surviving a disaster.
This old guy is so scary.
This game is ridiculously simple.
The condition is that only one cup can be moved.
No one thinks about anything other than the cup, including the wine in the cup.
In fact, all you have to do is pick up the fifth glass of wine, pour it into the second glass, and put the fifth glass back.
It's that simple.
From beginning to end, what Su Mu moved was cup No. 5, which met the condition that only one cup could be moved.
Work together.
Jiang Wangshu and Yu Liuli felt completely angry at being teased, and also felt extremely annoyed.
I'm so stupid.
How could you be so stupid?
And how come this damn game is so simple?
This is simply insulting.
But why couldn't I think of it?
The old guy looked at Su Mu with a smile, his face still as bright as spring breeze, and his eyes were extremely gentle.
"Very good, little friend, you really impressed me. I didn't expect that you could solve this game in half an hour. You won. I hope we can have another chance to meet in the future."
After saying that, he nodded slightly to Feng Siming, and then left.
Su Mu didn't look at the old guy again during the whole process.
Because he was afraid that if he was not under control, he would rush up and kill him.
Leaning in Yu Shishi's soft embrace, he took a long breath, then stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and then said with a wry smile to Jiang Wangshu on the side:
"Lao Jiang, congratulations, you have become a rich man! You will get 100 billion US dollars soon."
Tears slipped from the corners of Jiang Wangshu's eyes:
"Fuck you, it doesn't matter whether you have money or not, your life is still important. I haven't done enough for you."
Su Mu smiled and took off the bracelet on his hand, and then did not return it to Feng Siming, but threw it twice on his hand:
"This feels so good."
The true essence can be mobilized again, and the strength and spiritual power are all restored.
That strong self-confidence, the feeling of returning to my body, is extremely fulfilling.
Pei Mingqiu, however, suddenly jumped up like a madman, rushed towards Su Mu, and shouted:
"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
"Kill me?"
Su Mu didn't even think about it and kicked him out hard.
Bang!
This kick was fast and hard.
With a sound of being kicked, Pei Mingqiu pulled onions on a dry ground and jumped two meters high, almost breaking the ceiling of the bar.
Fortunately, the bar was raised five meters high, otherwise, it would have leaked.
In order to settle the score, Su Mu did not kill him.
Killing Pei Mingqiu was a complete advantage to him.
Next, comes the exciting show.
Pay!!
Feng Siming stared at Su Mu, making Su Mu's heart tremble.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Siming said slowly in the calmest tone:
"I didn't expect that you actually won."
There were more than a hundred people present, and there was dead silence.
Then, an aura of despair began to slowly envelope them.
Many people closed their eyes in fear and were covered in chaff.
Lost.
They lost.
What they lost was... their family, their sect, everything.
Can I regret it?
Fuck that bullshit blood oath.
They originally thought that with the support of the adults of the Blood Society, they would not be able to lose.
However, the facts slapped them hard in the face.
Su Mu regained his strength and performed an extremely graceful Western aristocratic etiquette to Feng Siming:
"Dear His Highness Feng Siming, now, can we talk about our bet?"
Everyone behind Feng Siming turned into statues and froze in place.
Dead.
There were even many people who slowly squatted down and began to cry in despair.
Feng Siming's scalp also felt numb in waves.
Damn it.
Big loss.
The three tribes of White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu originally fought on their own, and they all wanted to gain the greatest benefits in the land of China.
The three tribes finally joined forces and shared the benefits equally. Unexpectedly, they themselves suffered a big loss.
This is equivalent to causing Feng Wuchen, the son of God of his clan, to be completely pushed to the bottom.
How can he be better?
The sect that lost this time actually didn't count as bullshit. No matter how powerful it was, it would be a hundred times more powerful and it would kill him without blinking an eye.
But this is not in the Hall of Valor.
This is on earth.
These sects are shepherds.
Now it's like giving large flocks of fat sheep to your enemies.
What to do now?
He is a witness and a guarantor.
If he fails to fulfill this contract and is stabbed to the Hall of Heroes by Su Mu, he will immediately become a laughing stock and will never be able to stand up again.
Therefore, no matter what, this contract must be fulfilled.
Do it, anyway, after twenty days, Su Mu will inevitably die, and by then, everything will be back.
Thinking of this, Feng Siming coughed lightly and said slowly:
"Of course, all the sects and families who signed the bet belong to you. All their wealth, assets, resources, and even the clothes they wear are also yours. The problem is...!"
Feng Siming looked at Su Mu with a smile:
"Do you have the strength to take over their territory now?"
Su Mu laughed:
"It's my business whether you accept it or not. Now, I want all the people who signed to strip naked without leaving any yarn behind."
Feng Siming glanced at Yu Liuli and Yu Shishi with a smile, and smiled without saying a word.
Su Mu then smiled awkwardly and said quickly:
"Leave them a pair of underwear for now."
Master Yu blushed and glared at him.
Feng Siming turned around with a smile and said to Yang Jiyan and Pei Mingqiu who woke up behind him:
"Take it off. Whatever you lose today, I guarantee that you will get it back tenfold or a hundredfold in the future."
This sentence is the Dinghai Shenzhen.
Both Yang Jiyan and Pei Mingqiu, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, began to take off their clothes one after another, until only a pair of underwear was left.
Looking at the white flowers in front of him, Su Mu couldn't help laughing wildly:
"It's pleasing to the eye, it's really pleasing to the eye. Haha, Lao Jiang, come on, take a photo as a souvenir."
Unexpectedly, Jiang Wangshu actually took out his phone and started taking pictures.
Su Mu was actually still in a concave shape, s--ing and b-- making Yang Jiyan and others hate it.
Peat.
Have fun, have fun, and don't take pictures when it's important.
Don’t you understand this rule?
This grandson is so hateful.
If that's all it is, then that's it.
Feng Shaosi smiled calmly at Su Mu and said:
"Okay, you send someone to take over their sect and family. I will tell them to leave everything to you within one day and say goodbye."
"slow."
Su Mu chuckled:
"I remember, there is one more clause in the bet."
Feng Siming was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and said with a smile:
"Are you talking about the wealth you have on you? It doesn't matter. What do you have on you? How much is it? I will compensate you according to the price for them, every penny is not a penny."
Winking at Feng Siming with great pride, Su Mu asked softly:
"Your Highness, do you know the space of imaginary numbers?"
Feng Siming's expression changed for the first time tonight.
He stared at Su Mu in horror and said in disbelief:
"How is that possible? How could you possibly know the space of imaginary numbers?"
Su Mu shrugged and decided to lie:
"Don't forget what the Tianxing Sect does."
Feng Siming's face suddenly turned as black as ink.