Suddenly, Ouyang Yuande's expression changed drastically, and he wanted to slap himself hard.
What did you just say that was fun? Isn’t this just digging a hole and jumping into it?
Therefore, Ouyang Yuande quickly shook his head and smiled bitterly, explaining: "Brother Fan, you...you misunderstood me."
"Misunderstood? Then you mean to say that Death Wheel is no longer fun?"
Say it!
Ye Fan once again pointed his cold gun directly at Ouyang Yuande's forehead.
Suddenly, Ouyang Yuande's face became embarrassed.
It wasn't boring, it wasn't fun. Now, he found that everything he said was wrong, and he was pinched by Mark.
"Master Ouyang, are you ready? I'm ready to shoot!" Ye Fan grinned and said playfully.
"Don't... don't! Brother Fan, I don't want to die, I... I haven't lived enough..."
Ouyang Yuande was so frightened that his whole body shivered.
But the next second, Ye Fan still pulled the trigger.
At this time, Ouyang Yuande stared at Ye Fan's fingers in horror.
When he saw Ye Fan move his fingers, his head shrank back like a turtle in fear.
His eyes were closed tightly and his whole body was trembling. He felt that he was going to die.
"Click——"
The next second, what he heard was not the sound of a gun, but the sound of the magazine emptying.
"Huh...huh!"
"I'm so scared...I'm scared to death!"
Ouyang Yuande was so frightened that three souls disappeared and six souls disappeared, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Master Ouyang, it seems that you are very lucky. It is probably the virtue accumulated in your previous life." Ye Fan said with a playful joke.
"you......?"
Ouyang Yuande was so angry that he wanted to curse, but he did not dare to curse back because he was worried that Ye Fan would suddenly shoot him again.
I was lucky just now and escaped one shot, but what about the next one? Will I still be so lucky?
Therefore, at this time, he dared not speak out against Ye Fan.
Ouyang Yuande is fine, but it means Ouyang Dong is in trouble.
Because it's his turn next.
At this time, Ye Fan put the cold muzzle of the gun on Ouyang Dong's forehead.
"Shua——"
Suddenly, Ouyang Dong changed drastically. He was so frightened that he had diabetes on the spot. His crotch was wet and the yellow liquid was dripping down.
An unpleasant odor instantly spread in the air.
At this time, Ouyang Dong was not only frightened, but also cried.
I saw him crying and begging for mercy in a panic, "Brother Fan, my dear Brother Fan! Please, please don't kill me, I... I still have many dreams that have not been realized.
I don’t want to die so early..."
At this time, Ye Fan smiled playfully and said lightly: "It's okay, you have to believe in your own luck!"
"No... don't! I've never had bad luck. I think this shot was a live bullet." Ouyang Dong said in a panic.
Ye Fan shook his head and said calmly: "Master Ouyang, do you know why you have bad luck?"
"Why?" Ouyang Dong was startled and asked curiously.
Ye Fan grinned and said: "Because people who love to laugh will not have bad luck, but if you look sad all day long, the goddess of luck will scare you away."