FyrenZhang laughed and was about to open his mouth when OttoLong grabbed the answer:
"Two! Equals two! I'm right!"
OttoLong grimaced and gritted his teeth, "Ask again and it equals fourteen!"
"It's also equal to between nine thousand one hundred and twenty-four, and nine thousand one hundred and twenty-five."
"It also equals equals x plus y minus z multiplied by the third power of delta divided by the fruit of pi."
"And finally equal to the triangle."
OttoLong raged, "What else is there to say!?"
Flora was all stunned.
What was Young Lord babbling about!
How could one plus one come up with so much nonsense?
How could she know that this was the pain inside her Young Lord's heart! The memory was too deep.
Going to look at FyrenZhang and Sherry again, both were surprised.
Herbert nodded, "The eldest apprentice has grown a bit."
FyrenZhang thought for a moment, walked over and rubbed his master's shoulders with a smile, "Master, your cervical spine hasn't been very good lately, huh? Are you tired?"
"Not really!" Herbert sat on a stone, "That stone pillow, right, is not the same as the one I used to have, and I am looking for a way to sharpen it again, these days I have been sleeping so much that my waist and knees are sore and weak, and I even fell off the pillow a few days ago.... Is my shoulder all right?"
"A little hard, you don't move, I'll give you a rub."
"Uh-huh."
OttoLong looked at FyrenZhang's attentiveness there and gritted his teeth, "Horse's ass."
FyrenZhang smiled, "Master, what about the competition, one should say what to compare, how to compare, and how to count the win. And if you've already competed before, there's no point in competing again. The answers are already known!"
"Ah yes, you have a point."
Herbert waved his hand, "I declare, that game just now, it doesn't count!"
FyrenZhang squeezed Herbert's shoulders, pressed into Herbert's ear to say ass-kissing words, and stared at Flora with a lewd smile on his face.
Flora looked at FyrenZhang's greasy expression and hated her teeth in her heart!
Gritting her silver teeth, she slowly drew her short knife.
Just behind her, Sherry's longsword was also slowly drawn in synchronization.
Flora was about to die of anger!
Just one FyrenZhang is enough to be angry! Why is this Sherry even more infuriating than him!
Flora put away her short sword with a swish and turned her head to say angrily, ''Sherry, what's wrong with you? What are you always staring at me for?!"
"I can't help it." Sherry looked miserable.
Flora knew she was just being silly, not betraying, and was angry and heartbroken.
Flora pulled Sherry to the side and whispered, "What are you doing! Do you still want to return to the Young Lord?"
Sherry cried out, "Want to."
"Then what should you do? Don't know?"
Sherry swished and drew her sword: "I should hack the Young Lord to death!"
Flora was confused, "What kind of mesmerizing soup did FyrenZhang give you, what kind of logic are you using?"
"As crazy as it sounds, the logic is just that."
Flora gritted her teeth, "Settle down! When Young Lord wins FyrenZhang and successfully advances to the upper four gates of the masters, once he's happy, we'll all plead for you, and then you can come back. Then ..."
Flora is also a bit shy and red-faced, "Let the Young Lord restore your spiritual awareness first."
Sherry shook her head, "Young Lord can't win."
"What did you say?"
Sherry took a deep breath, "I've personally seen many matches between Young Lord and Fyren, and not once has Young Lord been able to take advantage of Fyren. Especially when it comes to Herbert's heel, Fyren ... is indeed smarter than the Young Lord."
Flora looked at her in shock, "What are you babbling about? That's the Young Lord! The smartest person in the world, the successor of the Inheritance Power of the King's Bastard! A gifted young genius, there is no one better than him under the sky!"
Sherry shook her head, "Except Fyren."
"Fyren, Fyren ... you always ..." Flora said, "This way, I'll make a bet with you, if FyrenZhang wins, I'll go with you to be a maidservant to FyrenZhang! If he loses, you come back obediently and apologize and admit your fault to Young Master!"
Sherry looked at the exasperated Flora, suddenly smiled and said soothingly, "Sister Flora, actually, I'm not stupid."
Herbert sat there and let out a long sigh, "How about this, the two of you compete three times, with courage, filial piety, and wisdom as the titles respectively, and win two out of three. How about it?"
FyrenZhang and OttoLong knelt down together, "At Master's command!"
"Hmm." Herbert nodded in satisfaction, "You two, who knows the allusion to cutting one's own flesh?"
OttoLong nodded, "Legend has it that in ancient times, there were two warriors, one living in the east city and the other in the west city, who met one day and met to drink wine together."
"Halfway through the wine there was no meat left, one suggested to go buy meat, but the other one said, we are both brave men, buying meat is too much trouble, don't we have meat on ourselves? So they each had a knife, and cut meat from themselves and dipped it in the sauce."
Flora listened with alarm, "And what happened after that?"
FyrenZhang's face was also a bit less optimistic: "There was too much bloodshed, and both of them hung up."
Flora and Sherry looked at each other face to face.
What is this! Is this called bravery? This is called stupidity!
How can this be compared?
Herbert pulled out a dagger and threw it in front of the two.
"You two, take turns stabbing yourselves, whoever bleeds more, wins."
OttoLong almost didn't die of anger.
He said to himself, "Do you have a plan or not? Is this ... this going to play with the two of us to death?
FyrenZhang also hesitated.
If this goes on, not waiting for the promotion, we first died here, this is not than who is brave ah, this is more than who is a tiger ah!
This is a competition of who has enough blood!
Herbert said: "What's wrong? You don't dare? Two cowards! If you don't dare, there's no need to compete, go home and save yourself the embarrassment in front of me."
FyrenZhang smiled awkwardly, "Senior brother first."
OttoLong also hurried to be polite: "No, no, no, senior brother first."
"Hey, you're the eldest senior brother, you go first."
"No, no, no, you are the youngest senior brother, I have to let you go."
Herbert got impatient, "Are we going to start or not?OttoLong, you are the eldest senior brother, you go first!"
OttoLong had no choice but to pick up the knife, moved his head, and stabbed the tip of his finger, revealing a little bead of blood, sort of seeing blood.
FyrenZhang heart said:
[You girl enough chicken thief ah! This your mom blood oath are more than you out of blood!
I've just taken a primary recovery pill, I'm not afraid of you!
FyrenZhang gently cut a small layer of skin on his finger, two drops of blood.
FyrenZhang smiled and handed the knife back to OttoLong: "Senior brother, thank you."
OttoLong grimaced, took the knife, and was just about to make a vicious stab when Flora came over, "Young master, let me borrow a step to talk."
"What's wrong?"
"Young Lord, you don't have to win this round."
"Why?"
"FyrenZhang took the Primary Recovery Pill and his injuries are healing faster. And this round, if you are seriously injured due to this ridiculous match, it will delay your comparison for the next two rounds. So ... I think we should strategically abandon the first round."
OttoLong nodded, "Okay, I see."
When OttoLong came back, his mind turned, "Why don't I force you to re-injure yourself first, so that the next round has an advantage for me.
Anyway, no matter what, I'm the first hand and you're the second hand, your injuries must be heavier than mine.
Thinking of this, OttoLong gritted his teeth and gently stabbed down towards his left leg.
A stab was actually a cut as long as a finger.
Although the injury wasn't serious, the blood did stain his pants red.
It looked much more horrifying than just now, and if FyrenZhang didn't take out his ruthlessness and really bleed a lot, the picture would definitely not look better than this.
OttoLong's thigh was injured, but his face was wearing a proud smile.
With a smug look on his face, he threw the knife to FyrenZhang's knee: "Senior brother, it's your turn, more ruthless than me? Oh, you're not enough!"
FyrenZhang copied the knife and scratched his ears, unable to do anything.
Flora in the back nodded and said in her heart:
Young Lord is just smart! This move is even higher than what I thought, visually just now just the tip of the knife entered the depth of a knuckle only, and the location of the stab is also the location of the blood walk, it can bleed more, it looks scary, but in reality it is just a little bit of a slight flesh wound.
But if FyrenZhang wanted to be more "courageous" than the young master, he would have to open wide and suffer a bit.
Elementary recovery medicine?
Hmph, even the most powerful medicine needs time, I'll see how you recover!
FyrenZhang was busy with gesticulating and changing poses for half a day, but just refused to do it.
So anxious that OttoLong kept urging from the side:
"Hey, hey, hey, how much longer are you going to work? This is half a day of gesticulating, is it possible that we have to kneel here and wait for you?"
"It's okay! It's a man! Are you afraid of pain or blood? If you're that afraid, why don't you just admit defeat? It's a waste of time if you don't move for half a day."
"Junior, I can see that you are a wimp! You can either stab yourself in the thigh or admit defeat."
"An! No need to compare! Painfully, like I just did, one knife down, everything is done! This way, if you're willing to stab with the knife all the way in, with the blade not showing, I'll automatically admit defeat, right?"
FyrenZhang huffed and puffed, gesticulating repeatedly, his mouth screaming strangely, "Just one knife, just one knife, just one knife! One knife to determine the winner! I'll fight you! Ah ah ah ah! Oh, oh, oh, oh! Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Hehehehehehehe ..."
OttoLong over there is helping him to make it harder, wishing that Lu Cheng would not stab him in the thigh but in the heart.
OttoLong: "Come on! Come on! Stab down! Come on, little brother! I'm watching you!"
FyrenZhang: "I'm going to stab! I'm going to stab! I'm going to do it!"
OttoLong: "Stabbing! It's just a matter of getting it done! Stab it and it's done!"
FyrenZhang: "Just one stab, just one stab, just one stab!"
OttoLong: "Gnash your teeth and stab!"
FyrenZhang: "No one can stop me! No one can stop me!"
OttoLong: "Stab down and you win! Close your eyes and stab!"
FyrenZhang: "I'm going to stab!"
OttoLong: "Go ahead!"
FyrenZhang: "I'm really going to do it!"
OttoLong: "Go ahead!"
FyrenZhang: "I'll stab it!"
OttoLong: "Stab-!"
FyrenZhang grips the knife with both hands and shouts, "I'll stab!"
Puh-!
FyrenZhang made a stab!
It was stuck into OttoLong's other leg.
It really was a knife that went all the way in, with no bit of the blade left outside, a knife that showed no mercy.
OttoLong looked at FyrenZhang in shock, who was panting and sweating:
"Senior brother, how is it? Can you still take it?"
OttoLong glanced down at his bloody thigh and gritted his teeth, "Fuck you ..."
OttoLong was about to slap FyrenZhang to death, FyrenZhang saw that this could not be done, both hands gripped the hilt of the knife, making a strong turn ...
OttoLong pain sucked in a breath, his eyes black, almost fainted.