God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

Han Fei smiled lightly, pointed to the hundred gold coins on the table, and said with a smile: "It's still the hundred gold coins, but instead of robbing, we divide!"

"Oh? It's interesting." Ji Wuye sneered: "How to divide?"

"Drawing lots!" Han Fei continued: "Let the players who play the game draw lots to decide the order of priority. Then, in accordance with the order of priority, the three of them propose their own distribution methods."

"But there are three of us, and each of them will have a different plan, how about that?" a woman couldn't help asking.

Han Fei smiled slightly: "This is easy. After coming up with a plan, let all those participating in the game evaluate the plan."

"Evaluation? Haha, it's getting more and more interesting." Ji Wuye smiled gloomily, "Then after the evaluation?"

"If the plan is approved by more than half of the people, then implement the plan."

"What if you can't get it?" A woman couldn't help but suddenly had a bad premonition.

"If you don't get the approval of more than half of the participants, then the person who proposed the plan will be executed!" Han Fei said calmly.

"What!" The three women instantly paled in shock, pale and horrified.

In a game, you have to take your own life and let others decide, this...

But Ji Wuye was overjoyed: "It's even more interesting, but what if the first person who proposed the plan was not recognized and died?"

"The rules are still the same, continue to the next round, until more than half of the people finally approve the plan, and this is the end!"

"What!" The three women's face turned even whiter, completely frightened.

Ji Wuye was very excited, thought for a while, and smiled: "Hehe, this is interesting. As long as the last person negates the two in front, then it will be fine. Not only can he survive, but all his wealth will also be lost. It's hers, and she won't worry about the revenge of the other two. Because those two are already dead!"

"It can be said that the last person is the final big winner, and she will definitely choose this way!"

Ji Wuye was very smart, and immediately thought of the result.

Chapter 1: The Game of Death (First Update) -->>(Page 2/[-]), please click on the next page to continue reading.

Ji Wuye was very smart, and immediately thought of the result.

But Han Fei shook his head and sighed: "The reason seems simple, but is it really so?"

"It's easy, just play with it?" Ji Wuye laughed, took out three bamboo sticks, and waved his hand: "Come on, three beauties, I wish you good luck!"

"General, forgive me, I don't want to play anymore!"

"Neither do I."

"I don't want the gold coins, General, I just want to be by your side."

The three women spoke in succession and decisively refused.

But Ji Wuye smiled coldly: "If anyone doesn't play, pull them out and chop them now!"

Looking at Ji Wuye's stern face, the three girls broke out in cold sweat, knowing that Ji Wuye could do it.

Ji Wuye's favorite thing to do is to play with other people's lives, even if it is his own woman.

In desperation, the three women could only bite the bullet and draw bamboo sticks.

"Ah! I'm No. [-]!" The woman in pink looked at the scarlet one in her hand, her face turned pale and desperate, and even the bamboo stick fell to the ground in fright.

"What should I do? What should I do?" The pink-clothed woman looked blank and begged, "I'll give you a little bit more, right?"

But the woman in red sneered: "If you don't have you, the two of us will definitely share more..."

"Yes." The woman in yellow also nodded, full of approval.

The woman in pink was extremely pale, and couldn't help but say, "So, no matter what kind of plan I propose, you must do your best to oppose it?"

The two didn't answer, but the indifferent expressions said everything.

"General, the slave family doesn't want to die, the slave family still wants to serve you well..."

The woman in pink cried out to Ji Wuye, but Ji Wuye was indifferent and sneered: "Compared with games, games are more interesting, haha!"

Hearing this, the woman in pink looked despairing, looked at Han Fei, and said bitterly: "It's all you, what's breaking the rules of the game! What good will it do to you if it kills me!"

Han Fei waved his hand and smiled lightly: "Actually, the most important thing in this game is not the order of the lottery, but your plan. As long as your plan is suitable, you can not only save your life, but also win a big victory and get the most benefits. !"

"Nonsense, I lost my life, how did I win so much? You killed me with all sincerity, and you said sarcastic words!" The woman in pink asked coldly, hating Han Fei to the extreme.

"Originally, in order to survive, you would definitely give up all your gold coins and give them all to the latter two in order to save your life. The second person also has to give up all the gold coins to the third person because the decision-making power rests with the third person." Han Fei said with a smile.

"Therefore, the final result, the first person 0 gold coins 5.9, the second person 0 gold coins, the third person 100 gold coins, this is the only result."

Ji Wuye and the three daughters nodded, in order to survive, the first two had no choice but to give up and leave the gold coins to the third person.

"But is this really the case?" Han Fei smiled mysteriously, but said: "I have a way to let you get the most gold coins, and everyone else can only agree! Do you want to try?"

"Impossible!" Whether it was the three daughters or Ji Wuye, they all shook their heads.

Only Mo Yi nodded, his eyes full of approval, Han Fei was still very smart.

"Is it really impossible?" Han Fei looked at the woman in pink and said lightly: "You are the first person, for these hundred gold coins, you give the second person 1 and the third person 0. And yourself, Take the best interest, 99 coins! They will agree.".

Chapter 2 Showdown, Ji Wuye's Strength (4/[-])

"I take ninety-nine, give one to the second, and zero to the third. How could they agree?"

The pink-clothed woman shook her head again and again and said coldly, "Hmph, Ninth Young Master, I'll give them some more, but they won't agree. You're killing me with sincerity!"