Unbelievable Ninth Young Miss: Emperor, Don’t Run Away!

Chapter 5181

Xuanzhi's head is tightly locked. This loneliness seems to be pure and harmless, but it is very tricky. This game cannot be lost. It is necessary to study a countermeasure.

At this time, a disciple with an eagle hook nose stood up and said: "The head, the loneliness has two arguments in succession, and then it is our turn to make a meditation problem. I just have a debate to guarantee this. Lonely can't answer."

Xuanzhi’s head raised his eyebrows slightly and said: “Yuanqing, you are coming to listen.”

Yuan Qing went to the head of Xuan Zhi and whispered a few words. Xuan Zhi’s head applauded and nodded: "If this is the case, you will stage it."

The round celebration has a good color than the test bench, the cloud is as usual, but my heart thinks that the so-called bad is not good, she has to grab the first opportunity.

So, she said: "This debate is coming out of poverty."

Yuan Qing snorted: "You have already had two arguments in succession. It should be our turn to be Zen."

"Most of the previous debates were made by you. I only made two out of it. Isn’t that much?" The cloud was faint.

If it is not for the sake of maintaining the lonely little monk "pure and harmless", this cargo has long sprinkled the blood of the dog, and stinks!

Yuan Qing turned his eyes and he knew that it was no good to fight with Yun’s first words. He said, “You and I don’t have to fight, let the German master decide.”

The beginning of the cloud sneered in the heart, the old monk of the German side must be a bitter Zen, he must be a bitter Zen.

However, she has not had time to stop, the German master said:

"Although most of the previous debates were made by the Zen Buddhism, the current round of five rounds should be rounded up. This issue should be made by the bitter Zen."

In the early days of the cloud, the old monk’s dog blood was sprinkled, but she also knew that since the German master’s words had been exported, there was no room for change, and it was faint: “Since the German master said so, then you will have a question. ”

In the eyes of the round, the smug color flashed, and the right hand was held out: "There is a rat in the poor hand. Do you guess it is alive or dead?"

The inch mouse, as the name suggests, is only one inch long, very small and exquisite.

This type of mouse is not high, the attack ability is also very general, but it is good at researching ink, and some people support it as a spiritual pet.

The words of the round celebration suddenly attracted a big uproar, and everyone in the audience expressed their opinions: "The lonely little master must have lost this, and the inch mouse in the hands of Yuanqing must be alive.

If the lonely little master said that the inch mouse is alive, that round will kill the inch mouse, and the lonely little master guessed it wrong.

If the lonely little master said that the inch rat is dead, Yuanqing will not do anything, and the lonely little master is still wrong. ”

"You said it is quite good. This topic is very similar to the problem that the lonely little master had before. This lonely little master will lose no doubt."

"I really don't want the lonely little master to lose, but there is no way for this. This is a dead end."

......

The people without the head naturally guessed this, and they could not help but shake their heads and sigh. Everything was fixed. Before the beginning of the cloud, they won two games by small cleverness, and they were finally returned.

The triumphant color of the full face, urged: "Lonely, don't wear it, you admit defeat!"

At the beginning of the cloud, he sighed: "I know, no matter if I say that the mouse is dead or alive, it is a defeat."

Yuan Qing said arrogantly: "You know it. If so, are you admit defeat?"

(End of this chapter)