Qiqi mysteriously took out a palm-sized black windmill, with each blade containing mysterious power of laws.
"We agreed, half for each," Qiqi said cunningly, "and besides, this time I get to pick first."
"After all, this magic artifact loses value with each use, it's very precious."
Jiang Fan said generously, "No problem."
If not for Qiqi's windmill, they would not be able to retrieve even a strand of hair from inside, so if she wanted to pick first, he would let her pick first.
Anyway, if Qiqi took the black array stones, he would retrieve them with the dog bowl.
No loss either way.
"Why do you suddenly look so decent?"
Qiqi was a bit unused to this upright version of Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan blinked, "You might have had some misunderstandings about me before."
"Alright, no more nonsense, let's start quickly."
Although Qiqi felt a bit uneasy, she couldn't think of any more traps, so she scratched her head and started working.
