Chapter 422 The terrible human heart(2/2)
At this time, Su Mu had no joy at all after victory.
He staggered back several steps until he bumped into a soft embrace, then he stopped, his whole body went limp, and he collapsed in the arms of Sister Iron Hammer.
Damn it!!
Almost.
This old guy's method of playing with people's hearts is simply... terrible.
The only feeling Su Mu feels now is fear.
It's really...terrible.
In fact, everyone has entered into a misunderstanding from the beginning.
What's the bet on?
Game?
no!!
The bet is...!
human heart.
From the moment this old thing appears, the gambling begins.
What was his first impression on Su Mu?
Wisdom.
Unfathomable wisdom.
The first impression anyone has on another person is extremely important.
Because this will affect all your subsequent judgments.
Then came Feng Siming's assist.
Feng Siming deliberately described the other party's identity in such a sensational way.
This further deepened Su Mu's previous impression.
For such an awesome person, how could his actions be simple?
And the old man had another amazing turn of events.
I deliberately said that this was a game he played when he was three years old.
If it were you, would you be able to accept it?
Of course not.
What the hell.
No matter how awesome you are, when you were three years old, weren't you still peeing and playing with mud?
I don’t believe it. I’m twenty-five years old, a super genius with a lot of doctorate titles, but I’m still three years old than you?
As a result, Su Mu's competitive spirit emerged unconsciously.
This will completely fall into the opponent's trap.
Is this game difficult?
Difficult to be a bastard.
This is a fucking joke.
If you let a three-year-old child play with it, he will really be able to unlock it for you.
It's like there is a river ditch in front of you. You want to go to the opposite side, just take a ladder and jump across it, but you have to go around for three days and three nights to find a bridge.
But you have a ladder at hand, just put it directly on the ditch.
There is a news on TV. The father who you often see is suddenly appearing in front of you and saying, lend me a hundred yuan and I will give you a small goal in return.
Do you want to borrow it?
Even if you go to sell blood, you still need to borrow it.
What is this called?
This is the blind spot of your thinking.
You would never have imagined that the father of Tie Cong would be a liar.
Chapter completed!