Chapter 6829: You want to buy me-3

Feng Chenglin did not resist this decision, but sat there with a smile, watching the executioner sharpen his knife.

"I said, brother... I want to ask you something, okay?"

The executioner gave him a cold look: "Don't worry, when I start, it will be very light, and you will not feel the pain!"

Feng Chenglin waved his hand: "I don't want to say that, I just want to ask you... You said, if a person really wants to die, can he die?"

"Once a person feels dead, don't think about living... In this world, there are too many ways to kill yourself, hang yourself, jump into a well, take poison... It's not too much..."

"Yeah," Feng Chenglin nodded earnestly: "Then you say, if someone who has had his hamstring or tegus broken off, if he wants to die, can anyone stop him?"

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When he said this, the executioner became alert.

Putting down the sharp knife, he slowly got up, tilted his head and walked into Fengchenglin, carefully watching his eyes.

"Are you... telling us, do you want to die?"

"Congratulations, you are right!" Feng Chenglin clasped his fists in his hands and smiled and said: "It is rare, brother, at this dying moment, I can still see you, my dear brother... Fate is definitely fate! "

The executioner didn't even have a smile on his face: "Your phone's hamstring was broken, you can't hold a knife in your hand, and can't walk with your feet. How can you die?

"Then brother, you mean...I can't die?"

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"Well, if you don't believe it, let's make a bet, just bet... I'm dead, how about?"

Executioner: "..."

not very good!

His task is to ensure that this guy is alive, to deal with the examination and questioning above.

If he died, he would definitely be punished.

At that time, I don't know what the miserable end will be!

Therefore, he must ensure that Feng Chenglin survives well! !

"Look at you, why are you so nervous? I don't want to bet on your wealth and wealth. As the saying goes, a big bet hurts one's life, a small bet is easy... Bet, what can you do?"

Feng Chenglin narrowed his smile and seemed to dislike the executioner's hesitation.

"Well, let's bet ten gold coins, how about it?"

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"...Then, I take a step back, eight gold coins?"

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"Then five gold coins!"

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"Five gold coins are too much for you?" Feng Chenglin immediately disgusted his face: "You want to think this way? If you lose, you may lose five gold coins, but if you win? That is also five gold coins... …This gambling means that there are losses and wins. How do you know that you will definitely lose, and you will not keep the balance... You just run around and won?"

He shook the shackles on his hands and feet, his face was sincere.

"Look, I am now your prisoner. As the saying goes... gambling is mainly based on luck. If luck is a little bit worse, it won’t work. Look at me, this prisoner’s luck is definitely not yours. Strong! You are the executioner, with three lights on top of your head, and your life is very hard. This luck is definitely better than me, so in all likelihood... Our bet, you will win... How about , Come for a game?"

"..."

Let Feng Chenglin say that the sky is falling in disorder, the executioner will not be moved.