Zhao Yi looked at the book in Li Zhiyuan's hand, licked his chapped lips, and the initial joy of the "brothers" betting together was instantly diminished a lot.
He could accept both "brothers" choosing wrong and dying together, but it was hard to accept that after choosing right, the young man somehow got an extra treasure.
"Oh no, we lost!"
Li Zhiyuan continued downstairs.
Now, the higher the floor, the greater the pressure exerted by the tower, the sooner you go down, the lighter you'll feel.
Zhao Yi went down the stairs while continuing to chatter:
"Why didn't you remind me, so I could also snatch a treasure?"
There were only three people on the eleventh floor, the tower pressure was the strongest, getting anything from them was very difficult, but the pressure on the tenth floor was much weaker.
Zhao Yi also excelled in arrays, relying on the Life and Death Door deduction, he could even attempt to find a small rat hole within the tower.
