The Next Game

Just as the atmosphere became stifling, the Masked Man suddenly burst into hearty laughter.

"Qin Jishi... you truly have surprised me."

"That's right!"

"You guessed correctly. That Blood Moon Blade really is on me."

"You win!"

As he spoke, the Masked Man pulled a crimson short blade from his person.

Then he tossed it to Qin Jishi. "It's yours now."

"Come!"

"Now, as long as you speak, one of them can live."

One out of two!

This was something Qin Jishi did not want to face.

If he chose Zhang Shiqing, could he face Baihe? If he chose Baihe, could he face Zhang Shiqing?

Neither woman could be replaced in his heart.

No matter whom he chose, Qin Jishi could not make that decision.

The reason Qin Jishi could not make a decision was because there would be another game afterward.

If he won... everything would be easy to settle...

If he lost...

Heh heh!

As he thought about it, Qin Jishi suddenly laughed. He would probably spend the rest of his life drowning in regret.

Zhang Shiqing, or Baihe?

Qin Jishi felt as though his thoughts were in utter chaos.

The Masked Man saw his dilemma as well, and his cold laughter echoed through the air.

"Qin Jishi... do you find it difficult to choose?"

"Don't rush!"

"I have a way."

The Masked Man tossed two slips of paper before him. "Let heaven decide for you."

Looking at the two slips before him, Qin Jishi's expression turned ugly.

"Damn it... had he calculated this far ahead long ago?"

"..."

The Masked Man's actions made Qin Jishi feel as if he were being toyed with in the palm of his hand...

That feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

"I mean... could we..."

"No..." Before Qin Jishi could finish, the Masked Man