In Africa, famine is a problem, and survival is a problem. Moreover, this place where birds do not shit, there are many cannibal tribes. If one day I beg for food, I will not beg for food and will become someone else's food.
So, Mo Tianyang knelt at Ye Fan's feet in fear, looking in horror, begging for mercy.
"Mr. Ye, if you really want me to beg for food, can you change the place and go to Africa to beg for food? I... it would be strange if I don't starve to death."
Ye Fan held a cigarette in his mouth, then blew the ashes, and said lightly: "Don't go to Africa? Then you go to Syria and go there to beg for food!"
"What? Syria? He...isn't he fighting? Wherever I went, I was begging for food, it was clearly asking for bullets... Oh no! I was asking for missiles!"
Mo Tianyang was so scared that he was about to cry. He might be able to ask for a few days of food when he went to Africa, but if he went to Syria, he would be afraid that people would beg for food and disaster would come from the sky.
He Yongfeng, who was standing beside him, had long been frightened. He had never thought that Ye Fan's methods were so cruel.
Whether it is Syria or Africa, it is a dead end for Mo Tianyang.
Oh my God! Is this kid a devil? His methods are too cruel?
The more Ye Fan was like this, the more He Yongfeng was worried about what would happen to him later.
However, no matter what the outcome is, He Yongfeng feels that Ye Fan will never let him go.
Faced with Mo Tianyang's plea, Ye Fan said coldly: "Anyway, you only have two choices! One is Syrian, and the other is going to Africa, you can choose it yourself!"
"I......?"
Mo Tianyang hesitated suddenly because no matter where he went to beg for food, he would be dead.
Seeing that he was so hesitant, Ye Fan took out a coin from his pocket and said playfully: "Since you can't decide, then throw the coin! God decides where you go to beg for food! If you guess correctly, go
Africa, if you guess wrong, go to Syria!"
Finished!
Before Mo Tianyang could do it, Ye Fan threw the coin directly into the sky.
Soon, the coin fell accurately on Ye Fan's hand, and almost at the same time, he closed his palm.
He saw a cigarette in his mouth and asked with a playful look on his face: "Guess! Guess the front or the back?"
"I...I guess the opposite!" Mo Tianyang had no choice but to bite the bullet and guess for a while.
Ye Fan asked confirmation and said, "Are you sure it's the opposite?"
"No...no! It's the front! Yes! It's the front!" Mo Tianyang was so scared that he changed his words.
"I'll ask again, are you guessing the front or the negative?"
Ye Fan asked coldly after squirting the ashes.
"Front! It will never change!" Mo Tianyang gritted his teeth and asked confirmation.
Ye Fan sneered and said, "Okay! Don't change it anymore!"
Finished!
Ye Fan opened his palms one after another.
I saw that the coin in my palm was the opposite side!
Mo Tianyang! I guessed wrongly!
"Sorry! It's the opposite! You guessed it wrong, so you have to go to Syria to beg for food!" Ye Fan said coldly.
At this time, Mo Tianyang was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, his whole body trembling with fear.
"Oh my God... Oh my God! If I go to Syria to beg for food, there is a lot of artillery fire and bullets are flying all over the sky! If I go there to beg for food, wouldn't I beg for food at any time... No! I've known it before.
In this way, I won’t change it!”
At this time, Mo Tianyang felt very regretful.
Going to Africa to beg for food may still save your life, but if you go to Syria, you can't say it.
At this moment, he even regretted his intestines.
Finally, Mo Tianyang was dragged away and sent to Syria to beg for food overnight. This chapter has been completed!