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Is such a long time enough to adapt?

Jing Huashui gave his own answer.

There is no senior actor who has survived to the present because of luck. Even if his survival skills are unfamiliar, as long as he is given a certain amount of time, he can always get back to his original state.

She participated in the first round and the second round with Qian Cangyi's help. In this case, if she can't adjust her state quickly, I am afraid that her real strength has become exactly the same as that of the rookie actor.

For example, several new actors who have died, and... a little bit of wind.

Qian Cangyi's expression was calm and not angry, but he didn't praise him, as if doing this kind of thing at this time was completely wasting the little time left in each lap.

When the number of people decreased, the speed of sending the red flowers back to their hands also accelerated, not even for five seconds.

On the second lap, Honghua returned to Jing Huashui's hands again.

At this moment, her heartbeat rhythm is almost exactly the same as the drum sound, and she must also make her own choice in this powerful traction, whether to hand it out immediately to prevent herself from being swallowed by safflower, or to wait for the time limit to pass. Hand it out?

Tick!

One second later, a drop of sweat ran down from Jing Huashui's forehead, flowing along the nose to the lips.

She licked it with her tongue out, it was a bit salty.

Suddenly, a feeling of danger came from the center of her palm. At this moment, without any hesitation, she raised her left hand and handed the safflower out with her right hand.

Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom!

The drums continued, Jing Huashui looked around, and the masked man remained the same as before, without any change.

Is the judgment wrong?

Jing Huashui said in his heart.

If she makes a mistake next time, she will lose her qualification to play the drum and pass the flower.

The safflower that had swallowed the seven masked men returned to Jing Huashui's hands again.

The drums were still beating according to the original rhythm.

It didn't become faster or slower suddenly, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with it.

The familiar feeling of depression once again occupied Jing Huashui's heart, life and death were all in one thought, and the difference between right and wrong would determine her destiny.

Give up... it's enough here...

For some reason, such a sentence rang in Jing Huashui's mind. She was very familiar with this voice, because it was her own voice, and she listened to it countless times every day.

The **** smell that had been used to it also became pungent now.

Where is Cang Yi? What does he think?

Jing Huashui asked himself.

Just when she hesitated, time was passing quietly, and the two-second time limit passed again. Jing Huashui handed out the safflower, and she passed the lap again safely.

In the next lap, can she still be so lucky?

Nobody knows.

Five seconds later, Hong Hua came to Jing Huashui's hands again.

So fast!

When Jing Huashui took the safflower, he said something in his heart.

This time it was still safe.

For the remaining ten minutes, it was in this state. Every minute, Jing Huashui had to experience seven or eight inner struggles, and each time, he was hovering near Guimen Pass.

At this time, Jing Huashui was exhausted. Not only she, but the actors standing by and watching also felt exhausted.

After all, this situation is like when sprinting begins, when "prepare" is called countless times, but the word "run" at the back is never called out, but as long as there is one time to relax, the word "run" may be Out.

For the athletes, the previous efforts were completely in vain, and for the actors of the **** movie, it was the loss of their lives.

"How is the situation now?" The shadow play finally couldn't help but ask about the situation.

"Still at a stalemate." Lan Xing replied.

"If the number of laps is used as a reference number, can they remember how many laps they have gone through?" Mo Ran highlighted his question.

After all, the actor's speculation just now was that the mask man had already negotiated that the safflower was passed to Jing Huashui at a certain point in time, and the drums stopped at the same time. Generally speaking, there is a two-second time limit as a constraint, which is very It is difficult to do this, but Qiancang once asked the drummer, even the masked person, can hand out the safflower while raising his left hand, without losing the qualification to play the drum and pass the flower.

"It seems it's almost 90 laps, right?" Lan Xing thought for a while and replied.

"It's lap 93." Qiancang corrected him.

At this moment, the masked man on the right of Jing Huashui made a mistake. When he received the safflower, he didn’t know why he didn’t hold it tightly. Then the safflower fell to the ground, whether it was the masked person who was playing drums and spreading flowers. The actors were stunned subconsciously.

What kind of situation is this?

Almost all actors have this idea at the same time.

However, according to the previous regulations, the red flower is still held by the masked person, not by Jing Huashui, so there is no need to worry about the sudden stop of the drum.

The mask man picked up the safflower and handed it to the mask man on his right, that is, the mask man on the left of Jing Huashui.

The change occurred again. The masked man raised his left hand and handed the red flower in his hand to Jing Huashui within the time limit. No matter whether the drums should stop or not, Jing Huashui must immediately catch the flower. safflower.

She stretched out her hand and caught the red flower as usual.

Boom!

In the drum, Jing Huashui's body shook.

The analysis of the actor just now came to mind, and she has no chance. If the drums stop now, then she can only choose to withdraw from this round or die.

Death, although he lost his life, but this round is also over, the rest of the actors can immediately send someone to the next round.

Quitting can save his life, but this round is not over. The remaining two masked men can still continue. As for how long it will last, no one knows.

Another choice~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What happened just now, should it be some kind of symptom? Does it mean that the drums will stop during this lap?

Jing Huashui asked herself, she didn't ask the actors behind her, because she knew that if they found out, they would tell herself, because at this time, the interests of the group are greater than the individual.

False and true, true and false.

Jing Huashui, who is highly concentrated, is already a little confused, but one thing is certain, she will never play the game of drumming and passing flowers in the future.

To judge the truth and falsehood, it is necessary to know the level of the mask person’s analytical ability. Did the mask person take my reaction into consideration when considering the problem? If so, should I consider the mask person’s consideration of my reaction? ? If this is not certain, it may become an endless chain of suspicion.

Judging from the previous situation, we should have taken into account our reaction, and only in this way, will Cang Yi ask and at the same time judge that I will take the safflower soon, and then stop drumming.

Then I have to consider the situation where the mask person has taken my reaction into consideration. If I think this way, the number of times I use the mask person on the left is to put pressure on me and force me to think that the drums will stop immediately. Come, I have to hand out the safflower in advance without the number of times, and then lose the qualification.

Assuming that the drums really stopped, even though I was disqualified, the masked person would also lose one person. That is to say... wait, if that's the case, wouldn't two people be out at the same time in a round? In the end, there was only one person left, and that was the masked man...and it was over with drumming and passing flowers!

It turned out to be like this... As long as I make sure that the drum sound stops when I get the safflower, I will face a difficult choice, pass it out, the drumming pass the game is over, no chance with the special dice; don't pass it out, and be swallowed by the safflower.