I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Chapter 354

"So I thought, in that case, why should we fight and kill, make blood and flesh fly everywhere, and splash our brains all over the place?"

Zhang Heng finally understood each other's words, pondered for a moment, and then replied, "you mean, in this game, we don't decide life and death, only the victory and defeat. What do you want to compete with?"

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, Mrs. Wei did not expect that the other party had no objection, so she agreed so easily.

I was stunned, and then I opened my mouth with some joy: "I..."

However, Wei Fu said one word about me, which was suddenly interrupted by Zhang Heng's next words: "ah, yes, we have to discuss and decide what to compare. Otherwise, if you compare with me, sew clothes, embroider flowers and have children, I can only be defeated."

Hearing Zhang Heng's words, Mrs. Wei's face was speechless.

What's all this like? Still sewing clothes and embroidering?

This kind of thing is left to the servant to do. In her capacity and status, where does she need to do these miscellaneous and trivial things?

As for having children, what the hell is this?

Who's going to have a baby with you?

You think too much, don't you?

Do young people nowadays have such wonderful ideas?

Mrs. Wei felt that she might be crazy if she talked to Zhang Heng again, but she had to hold back. She smiled a stiff smile on her face, and then prepared to answer.

Who knows, before she opened her mouth, Mrs. Wei interrupted again: "were you laughing just now? In fact, if you can't laugh or don't want to laugh, you can't laugh."

"After all, if a person doesn't want to laugh, but has to force himself to laugh, it's actually no different from the muscle twitch on his face. It looks scary."

"Well, I'm not aiming at you, I mean everyone."

Mrs. Wei: "

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, then calm down, slowly breathe out a mouthful of anger in your stomach, and then change a cold face. Looking at Zhang Heng opposite, he said coldly: "embroidery and sewing clothes are things done by people who don't make money. If we fight, we will naturally compare things related to our combat power."

Mrs. Wei deliberately did not mention having children. She felt that there was no need to talk about this unreliable topic. Similarly, he felt that Zhang Heng mentioned it before was just a young man pretending to be humorous.

However, hearing Mrs. Wei's words, Zhang Heng suddenly held his cheek in one hand, looked up at the sky and fell into meditation: "According to the survey, whether it is a warrior or a brave person, the higher the level of people, the more outstanding their offspring's blood and talent. Accordingly, their combat power is far higher than that of ordinary people's offspring... That is to say, having children is actually related to their combat power."

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng flashed in his eyes, suddenly looked at Mrs. Wei in front of him, and said with a wary face: "you don't really want to have a baby?"

At Beihai escort agency, the escorts looked puzzled at the group of Zhang Heng's trial team.

It's obvious that your teenager seems to have some strange brain circuits. Are you sure he hasn't been caught by a door or something more deadly?

The young girls who were watching did not expect that all of a sudden, the change came so suddenly. Accidentally, they just wanted to be a quiet melon eating crowd, which suddenly became the object of the crowd.

Thinking of Zhang Heng's shameful appearance, the people were ashamed to lower their heads and counted the black ants who had been crawling around under their feet. They only knew nothing about the exploratory eyes cast by the people.

Zhang Heng in the open space is still nervously waiting for Mrs. Wei opposite to give him a clear answer. Zhang Heng is still unresolved about the strange eyes cast by the people around him, or he pretends not to be aware of it.

Everyone felt that Zhang Heng must have been caught in the forehead to hold on to such a wonderful problem, but Mrs. Wei opposite Zhang Heng's face became a little dignified.

Because of this, on the surface, everyone will think that Zhang Heng is a cynical, impractical and whimsical guy.

However, Mrs. Wei interprets some other meanings from Zhang Heng's seemingly absurd and whimsical words.

Zhang Heng's obsession with having children is not because he thinks too much.

Zhang Heng tangled with this matter, it is Zhang Heng who is cautious and good at hiding his performance.

Because Zhang Heng himself has a deep understanding of himself and other players of Beihai escort agency.

Zhang Heng deeply understands that if he fails himself, he will only be defeated by relying on the strength of others and waiting for everyone in Beihai escort agency.

Even Xia Yu can only cope with two of the other party's remaining people, but can't sweep everyone.

Knowing his importance, Zhang Heng can't afford to neglect this duel.

It's like the option of "having children".

Others only think that Zhang Heng is tangled in meaningless things, but the matter of "giving birth to children" is indeed closely related to a person's combat power, even talent.

In this case, in theory, Mrs. Wei may talk about it, and Zhang Heng can't refuse it.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Wei couldn't help looking solemn and deeply at the young Zhang Heng in front of her. Her heart attached importance to him and instantly promoted to a higher level.

Originally, she really wanted to do something in rule making to benefit herself.

But now, she knew that the boy in front of him would not give him this opportunity.

Now, if he wants to win the duel, I'm afraid he can only rely on her own real skills.

"I promise not to take 'having children' as one of the duel options." Mrs. Wei, facing the surprised eyes of everyone around, solemnly faced Zhang Heng, said solemnly, ignoring the doubts projected from around, like looking at the strange eyes of psychosis.

After hearing Mrs. Wei's personal guarantee, Zhang hengcai seemed to put down a key thing he had been worried about for a long time, and an expression of breath appeared on his face.

Then Zhang Heng opened his mouth and said, "you said that we won't fight for life or death, but only win or lose in this duel. That is to say, we don't want to fight this time. We want to fight this time?"

"How will Wen Dou compare?"

When Mrs. Wei heard Zhang Heng's words, the tense look on her face finally eased down: "literary struggle, of course, is to ask one party to show the secrets we are good at and let the other party do it. If the other party can do it, it will be a tie."

"In the next game, another person will show a proud secret skill and let the other party do it. If the other party can't do it, take this game, even if the other party loses."

Hearing this, Zhang Heng nodded slightly, then frowned and continued to ask, "in this way, we can decide the winner of each game, so how can we decide the outcome of this duel?"

For Zhang Heng's inquiry, Mrs. Wei was ready to answer immediately: "we can set the number of games to an odd number, such as three, five, or seven, or even more. At that time, who wins more times, that is, the winner of this game."

Who knows, Zhang Heng listened to Mrs. Wei's words, immediately shook his head and said, "this is inappropriate, because if you do so, there may still be a draw."

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, Mrs. Wei immediately opened her mouth without hesitation: "then it's stipulated that if it's a draw in the end, then there will be another duel. One game will win."

"To show fairness, we can draw lots to decide who will show the secret of the last game."

However, after listening to Mrs. Wei's words, Zhang Heng still shook his head: "Mrs. Wei said that if it is even in the end, there will be a draw to decide who will demonstrate the secret arts."

"Obviously, Mrs. Wei also realized that such a decisive victory is not fair, because those who take the initiative to use the secret arts must have a greater chance of winning the game, don't they?"

"In this way, in this duel, in the end, it is not who has the strongest combat power, but fan er who has better luck."

"In this way, didn't we lose our original intention of the game?"

When Mrs. Wei heard Zhang Heng's words, she was stunned. Then she frowned slightly and said, "if you specify the rules, how do you make them?"

Zhang Heng listened to Mrs. Wei's words, smiled, and said with the same look on his face: "it's very simple. Although we are literary fights, we still have to win or lose with high combat power."

"In that case, we might as well set the rules like this."

"There is no limit to the number of duels between the two sides. As long as someone loses two duels in a row, that is, he can't do the secret skill of the other party twice, then even if this person loses this duel."

"Otherwise, the duel will continue."

The significance of this rule is that only one person's secret skill has not been cracked twice in a row, and during this period, this person has to crack the other party's secret skill once. This person can win the duel completely.

It's not difficult to use your own secrets so that others can't crack them.

After all, no one can do everything, and everyone will always cultivate his own unique secrets in his long practice.

However, it is not a simple thing to crack the secret skills of others and hastily reach the power level of others.

If the strength of the two people is not far apart, such a duel is likely to have to go on one game after another because they can't make each other's Secret skills.

Zhang Heng dares to put forward such rules, which reflects his absolute confidence in his own strength.