There is a famine in Africa, and survival is a problem when you go there to beg for food. Moreover, this place where birds do not poop is full of cannibal tribes. If you beg for food one day and find a cannibal tribe, you will not be able to beg for food, but become food for others.
So, Mo Tianyang knelt at Ye Fan's feet in fear, begging for mercy with a frightened look.
"Mr. Ye, if you really want me to beg for food, can you change your place and go to Africa to beg for food? I... I would be surprised if I don't starve to death."
I saw Ye Fan holding a cigarette in his mouth, then flicked the ashes and said lightly: "Don't want to go to Africa? Then go to Syria and beg for food!"
"What? Syria? He...isn't there a war over there? I went there to beg for food, obviously for bullets...Oh no! Begging for missiles!"
Mo Tianyang was so scared that he almost cried. If he went to Africa, he might be able to beg for a few days, but if he went to Syria, he might be begging for food and disaster would come from the sky.
He Yongfeng on the side had already turned pale with fear. He had never thought that Ye Fan would be so cruel.
Whether it was Syria or Africa, it was a dead end for Mo Tianyang.
Oh my God! Is this kid a devil? Are his methods too cruel?
The more Ye Fan acted like this, the more He Yongfeng worried about what would happen to him later.
But no matter what the outcome was, He Yongfeng felt that Ye Fan would never let him go.
Facing Mo Tianyang's pleading, Ye Fan said coldly: "In short, you only have two choices! One is Syria, and the other is Africa. You choose it yourself!"
"I......?"
Mo Tianyang hesitated for a moment, because no matter where he went to beg for food, he would always 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, just flip the coin! God will decide where you go to beg for food! If you guess right, go there.
Africa, if you guess wrong, go to Syria!"
Finished!
Before Mo Tianyang was willing, Ye Fan threw the coin into the sky.
Soon, the coin fell accurately into Ye Fan's hand, and almost at the same time, he closed his palm.
He was holding a cigarette in his mouth and asked playfully: "Guess! Guess heads or tails?"
"I...I guess tail!" Mo Tianyang really had no choice but to bite the bullet and make a guess.
Ye Fan asked confirmingly and said, "Are you sure it's the other way around?"
"No...no! It's the front! Yes! The front!" Mo Tianyang was so frightened that he quickly changed his words.
"Let me ask again, do you guess heads or tails?"
Ye Fan flicked the ashes from his cigarette and asked coldly.
"Front! I will never change it!" Mo Tianyang gritted his teeth and asked in confirmation.
Ye Fan sneered and said, "That's okay! No more changes are allowed!"
Finished!
Ye Fan opened his palms one after another.
I saw that the coin in my hand was tails!
Mo Tianyang! Wrong guess!
"Sorry! It's the other way around! You guessed wrong, so you're going to Syria to beg for food!" Ye Fan said coldly.
At this time, Mo Tianyang was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, his whole body trembling with fear.
"Oh...oh my god! What if I go to Syria to beg for food? There will be gunfire and bullets flying everywhere! If I go there to beg for food, wouldn't I be dead at any time...No! I should have known it earlier.
If so, I won’t change it!”
At this time, Mo Tianyang felt regretful.
If you go to Africa to beg for food, you may be able to save the dog's life, but if you go to Syria, you can't say for sure.
At this time, even his intestines turned green with regret.
Finally, Mo Tianyang was dragged away and sent to Syria to beg for food overnight.