“嘿，小子，瞅瞅你这德行，一日没水喝就蔫了？”一个粗哑的声音在李明耳边响起。他抬头，看见一个身材魁梧，满脸横肉的汉子正蹲在他身边，手里还拿着一个破旧的酒囊，时不时晃荡两下，散发出刺鼻的酒气。李明没好气地回了一句：“关你屁事？” “哟，还硬气？”那汉子笑了，露出一口黄牙，“我管你呢！看你这样子，是没水了吧？我这儿还有点，要不要？” 李明本来不想理他，但肚子确实饿得咕咕叫，想到身上只有几个铜板，还是接过了酒囊，咕咚咕咚喝了几口。那汉子仰天打了两个酒嗝， satisfactionally said，“这才对嘛！小子，跟哥走，保你吃香喝辣！” 李明一听，顿时怒了：“滚你的蛋！我凭什么跟你走？” “嘿，看来是犟脾气！”那汉子也不恼，拍了拍李明的肩膀，“行，那你自己想办法！别到时候饿死渴死，连个收尸的都没！”说完，他哼着小曲，摇着酒囊走了。 李明看着他的背影，心里又气又恨。他怎么就摊上这么个麻烦呢？他擦了擦嘴，突然想到一件事：他那小金手指，能不能帮他解决眼前这个困境？ 他 Closed his eyes, concentrat ing on the mental space. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked around. Sure enough, a small green light appeared in his mind, accompanied by a voice: “Welcome back, host. You can use this ability to make things happen.” Lǐ Míng was overjoyed. “Thanks, little guy. Can you help me find some water and food?” “The host can try.” The voice said. “But success is not guaranteed.” Lǐ Míng nodded. He thought for a moment and then said, “Then let's try gambling!”