"Brother Fan! I...I don't want to die, please don't shoot!"
Ouyang Dong was so scared that his face looked like earth, and begged bitterly.
Ye Fan shook his head and refused helplessly, saying, "How can this work? Your father has tried it just now. If I don't shoot, wouldn't it be unfair to your father? In addition to being fun, it must be fair.
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"you......?"
Ouyang Dong was so angry that he wanted to curse people. The father and son played this game. No matter what the result was, one of them would die.
Where is there any fairness to this?
But he didn't dare to refute anything, because he was afraid that if he was not careful, Ye Fan deliberately targeted him and fired a few more shots at him.
"Young Master Ouyang, let's stop talking nonsense. Are you ready? I'm shooting!" Ye Fan deliberately reminded.
"No...no!"
Ouyang Dong was so scared that he curled up and his eyes closed together.
His intuition told himself that the shot was probably live ammunition.
"Click—"
The next second, the sound of magazines being shot empty was heard on the spot.
This shot is still an empty gun!
"Huh! Huh! I'm scared to death! I'm scared to death! Bless my ancestors!"
Ouyang Dong breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling like he had survived the disaster.
Ye Fan smiled playfully and joked lightly: "It seems that Young Master Ouyang is lucky, and the good deeds you accumulated in your previous life are higher than your father."
"It's still...it's okay!" Ouyang Dong smiled awkwardly, but he couldn't help but curse.
I am lucky, but you are forced to do it? If you don’t play this death turntable, will I be so embarrassed?
However, Ouyang Dong dared to be angry but not speak out, so he had to suppress all the dissatisfaction in his heart.
At this time, Ye Fan pointed his muzzle at Ouyang Yuande's forehead again.
The cold muzzle was pressed against his forehead. At this moment, Ouyang Yuande was so scared that his soul disappeared.
There are only six bullets in the revolver, two shots have been consumed just now, and four shots are left.
The chance of being shot is rising!
Ouyang Yuande felt that his luck was also extraordinary, and it was already a great thing to avoid a shot by chance.
But after this shot, even if I am lucky, I can't avoid it.
So he was so scared that he begged for mercy and begged: "Brother Fan, please, I am so old, I have a bad heart and can't play such a thrilling game. If I continue playing like this, even if I haven't.
Being beaten to death, I'm scared to death... I beg you, don't shoot! I really don't want to die!"
At this time, Ye Fan smiled playfully and said lightly: "Master Ouyang, since you are afraid, you can choose to let Young Master Ouyang get this shot for you! But the next shot, it will be your turn to get a shot for him!
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"What? Can you play like this? Then... that's OK! Let him get this shot for me!"
Suddenly, Ouyang Yuande spoke in surprise.
It should be known that no one knows whether the next shot is really live ammunition.
The only thing that can be done is to let others get shot for themselves.
And that person is Ouyang Dong!
However, his words scared Ouyang Dong to death.
"Damn? Brother Fan, you have such a way of playing. Why didn't you say it just now?"
Suddenly, Ouyang Dong's face looked as ugly as if he was pig liver. He felt that he had been fooled.
With such a good opportunity to avoid, why didn’t Ye Fan say it out early just now? He just said that this is clearly a cheating person!
At this time, Ye Fan spread his hands, looked innocent, and said, "I didn't say it? But you didn't ask just now?" This chapter has been completed!