Lu Deshui smiled inexplicably, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth. He believes in his own level, and the wheel of death is not a problem for him.
As for this little brother, it's not necessarily the case. He will definitely lose this revolver bet. Lu Deshui threw the golden revolver to Zhang Fan and asked him to continue.
"Brother, it's your turn again!" Lu Deshui smiled proudly.
"Okay! Brother Lu!" Zhang Fan also smiled slightly, without any worries. Youlelezai, he will definitely not die in this death wheel bet.
I just don’t know how long this Lu Deshui can survive. Zhang Fan actually didn't have much hostility towards Lu Deshui.
This time on the death wheel, it's just that their positions are different. Someone has to die. It can't be said that there is much hatred.
Zhang Fan raised the golden revolver, pointed it at his head, and pulled the trigger. The moment the trigger was pulled, the clicking sound of the empty chamber being jammed sounded again.
Sure enough, as Zhang Fan expected, with Lele's supernatural blessing, there was no danger at all.
"Brother, keep going!" Zhang Fan smiled and handed the revolver back to Lu Deshui. Seeing this, Lu Deshui breathed a little quickly and was extremely shocked. He didn't expect that Zhang Fan would survive again this time.
How can this be? This is completely inconsistent with science, no, it is completely inconsistent with the definition of gambling on life. It's so fake.
Lu Deshui took the revolver with some trembling. First he glanced at Zhang Fan, then at the revolver in his hand, slowly raised it, pointed it at his head, and pulled the trigger.
"Click" This time, there was another click, and the revolver did not fire. Lu Deshui finally managed to survive again.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes. He now understood that Lu Deshui must have a strong ghost like Lele who avoided evil and sought good fortune, helping him in the dark to avoid the crisis of the death wheel.
Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible for Lu Deshui to be okay so many times in a row.
"Congratulations, brother Lu, you survived again!" Zhang Fan smiled and waved to Lu Deshui.
"Haha, it's just a fluke!" Lu Deshui smiled, touched his nose, and handed the revolver to Zhang Fan.
After Zhang Fan took it, he stared at the revolver in his hand for a while, raised his head and looked at Lu Deshui and said, "Brother Lu, I feel that there is no point in us continuing to play like this. How about changing the way we play?"
"Oh?" | Upon hearing this, Lu Deshui was a little confused and didn't understand what Zhang Fan was talking about. \"Actually, it's very simple, that is... we don't want to bet against each other again and again. Each of us fires ten shots in a row for fun!
This is more efficient and ends quickly! Zhang Fan pretended to smile mysteriously and said what he was thinking.
As soon as these words came out, Lu Deshui was immediately frightened and his breathing became extremely rapid.
"Are you...are you crazy?!" | Lu Deshui froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
Good guy, no matter how lucky you are, you can't play like this, right? Fire ten shots in a row?
This is no different from directly dying. I'm afraid it's not the King of Hell who's coming, so I still have to shake in place.
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"No...no...you..." Lu Deshui quickly shook his head and refused, not wanting to go crazy with Zhang Fan.
If you really dare to play like this, no matter how many lives you have, it won't be enough.
"Okay! I'm starting!" Zhang Fan didn't care whether Lu Deshui wanted to or not, he started without saying a word anyway.
|Anyway, as long as Lele is there, his life will not be in any danger at all. But Lu Deshui couldn't be sure.
Although I don’t know what level he possesses of the fierce ghost that avoids evil and seeks good fortune. |Zhang Fan slowly raised the revolver, pointed it at his head, and slowly pulled the trigger.
"Click!" When the trigger was pulled for the first time, the sound of an empty chamber jamming in the revolver was heard.
"Click!" The second time I pulled the trigger, the empty chamber was also jammed.
"Click!" The third time he pulled the trigger was the same.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"...I pulled the trigger ten times in a row, but all the results were empty and jammed. Seeing this scene, Lu Deshui was so frightened that he opened his mouth so wide that he didn't know how to speak.
He didn't expect that this kid Zhang Fan really had the courage to fire ten shots in a row, and every shot jammed and could not be fired.
How can this be? What kind of joke is this? Even if it's a dream, it shouldn't be so weird, right?
"Brother, don't worry, it's your turn now!" Zhang Fan smiled slightly, handed the revolver in his hand to Lu Deshui, then stepped forward and patted his shoulder gently, as if Tell him that you are asking for blessings.
Lu Deshui took the revolver with a dull expression, his heart pounding and cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
For some reason, he had a hunch that if he continued to play like this with Zhang Fan, he would be the one who died in the end.
You can't play with him like this, otherwise you will definitely die. what to do? what to do? Lu Deshui's heart was spinning with anxiety, like an ant on a hot pot.
correct! How could I forget this! This game rule seems to say that the Death Wheel game also has a time limit, which is one hour.
As long as he persists in playing Death Roulette for an hour, he can be considered as clearing the game. Yes, just hold on for an hour.
Thinking of this, Lu Deshui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, with surprise on his face. Although I don’t know how much time has passed now, I estimate that there is not much left. As long as I persist a little longer, it will be completed.
Lu Deshui thought so in his heart, then he raised the revolver in his hand, pointed it at his head, and slowly pulled the trigger.
"Click!" The trigger was pulled, but the chamber was still empty and jammed. After Lu Deshui fired the shot, he quickly put his hand down, but he didn't dare to fire ten shots in a row like Zhang Fan.
If you press the button ten times, you will definitely die.
"Brother, I said..." Lu Deshui swallowed and was about to return the revolver to Zhang Fan, but Zhang Fan waved his hand and refused, saying: "Brother, you are not being honest. , I dare to fire ten shots in a row, how come I can’t do it when I get here? Isn’t that too cowardly?!”
"Is that okay, bro?!"
"As a man, you have to stand upright. Why are you playing tricks on a young man like me?" Zhang Fan looked sarcastic, shook his head and sneered.
"You..." Lu Deshui heard this and was choked to death by Zhang Fan, almost losing his breath.
Who the hell can compete with a lunatic like you?
"Ahem! Brother, you don't know something. Brother, I'm getting older and I can't compare with a young man like you. I'm really weak but not strong enough!"
"Brother, I am an old man and a young man, so please spare me this time!" Lu Deshui begged Zhang Fan with a sad face.
"I said...Brother, you are being immoral! It's not good to play this trick!" Zhang Fancai didn't believe Lu Deshui's tricks, but continued to urge him to start quickly.
"If you procrastinate, you'll be judged as someone with stage fright!" Zhang Fan suddenly heard something and said with a smile.
"You..." Lu Deshui suddenly woke up after hearing this. Good guy, if Zhang Fan didn't remind him, he would have forgotten about it.
"Good boy, you must be cruel!" After taking a deep breath, Lu Deshui's face turned gloomy. He finally understood that if he didn't fire ten shots in succession according to Zhang Fan's request this time, I'm afraid this matter wouldn't be over at all and he wouldn't let it go. .
After thinking about this, Lu Deshui could only accept his fate and raise the revolver in his hand again. This time, he hesitated for a moment and finally chose to pull the trigger.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"... Counting the previous shot, Lu Deshui gritted his teeth and fired nine more shots, making up for the total ten shots.
After these ten shots were fired, without exception, they were all empty and jammed, and not a single shot was fired.
"Sure enough!" Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan was completely convinced of the idea he just had. This Lu Deshui also has the ability to avoid evil and seek good fortune.
No matter how many shots the two of them fired, the result would be the same, the revolver would not go off.
"Brother, it's my turn again!" Zhang Fan grabbed the revolver from Lu De's sailor and without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger to his own head.
He fired ten shots again, but just like before, there was still no fire, and the gun was still empty and jammed. This time he pulled the trigger very quickly, and it was over in less than five or six seconds.
He handed the revolver back to Lu Deshui and asked him to continue. Zhang Fan's eyelids jumped. Although he was very reluctant, he still took it.
He raised the revolver with trembling hands and began to pull the trigger against his head. At the same time that he pulled the trigger, almost all of the survivors around him ended the game and successfully survived.
When they saw Zhang Fan and Lu Deshui continuing to play the carousel of death, they were all horrified and filled with disbelief.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. No matter how slow the carousel of death is played, it can only end in fifteen minutes at most.
Judging from the situation of these two people, it seems that they have been playing for a long time, and there is no winner.
"F*ck!" A tall and thin young man made a shocked voice, pointed at Zhang Fan and the others, and shouted.
"How...how...are they playing so wildly?! Just fire ten shots without any sound?"
"His uncle! What kind of bullshit luck is this?!" To be honest, this tall and thin young man was so angry that he almost peed his pants in fear when he wanted to play with him. Now compared with Zhang Fan and the others, he is simply... Just a younger brother.
"Isn't their revolver broken?" Another survivor stood up and saw that Zhang Fan and the others couldn't fire no matter how hard they fired. He frowned and asked in a low voice with suspicion.
