Chapter 147: Send three darts to determine life and death
Chapter 147: Three darts and a cauldron determine life or death
"Long really doesn't know this."
"None of this is important." Hu Baiqiang paused, "What Hu wants is to let these two brothers play darts in front of us to broaden our horizons and add to the fun, just in time with the autumn rain falling outside.
Get on the beat."
Outside the window, the autumn rain gradually became heavier, and the water curtain falling from the top of the building gathered into streams of water, flowing down the diversion trough with a splashing sound.
"Since Brother Hu is so interested, Long can only agree. If he doesn't agree, he will not give Brother Hu face." Long Tianxiang nodded and replied.
"Brother Long is really refreshing." Hu Baiqiang smiled and said, "Hu heard that for those who play darts, the accuracy of the shot does not necessarily mean the real skill. Only when you can hit and catch can you show your skill. Since this little brother is very skilled
, Hu Mou believes that he must have become proficient in darts. Hu Mou has a suggestion, let the two brothers play three darts against each other, they can hide or catch, and the one who is hit will be judged as a loser. This game is fresh and exciting.
I believe Brother Long is as curious as Mr. Hu, and he must want to broaden his horizons." After speaking, he laughed loudly.
Long Tianxiang was shocked. Playing darts with each other is a dangerous way to play. It can cause injury at least, but life-threatening if not done well. Zhihao felt kind to himself and carefully protected Rouyu. He rescued Rouyu twice and established a foundation for the Qinglong Society.
After all the hard work, how could Zhihao be allowed to take such risks again?
Long Tianxiang felt uncertain and looked at Zhihao.
Now that the arrow is on the string and has to be fired, is there any way out? Zhihao gritted his teeth secretly. At worst, he could adapt to the situation and dodge quickly. Thinking about it, his opponent might not be able to hurt him. Thinking of this, Zhihao smiled slightly and nodded.
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"Since Brother Hu said so, Long can only agree." Long Tianxiang smiled and nodded, agreeing readily.
"Speak quickly, Brother Long is more cheerful than Hu expected." Hu Baiqiang also smiled.
At that moment, Zhihao slowly entered the scene, and what came out of the ### gang was none other than the donkey, and Zhihao naturally recognized it.
At this time, Calling Donkey's eyes were full of malice. He had been hurt twice by the boy in front of him. Although he was still frightened, his desire for revenge was far greater than his fear.
We have reason to believe that Ming Dong’s normal psychology at this time is fear. People who have never fought against Zhihao may be lucky. Ming Lv has already been in contact with Zhihao twice. He should know Zhihao’s skills and why he dared to do so again tonight.
What about standing up?
People don't remember twice, so what awaits them is probably more bad than good. If only three things happen, can there be any good results the third time?
Readers must still remember that the first time Ming Donkey attacked Zhihao and Rouyu but failed, Zhihao tied him to a tree and confiscated the darts; the second time when Zhihao rescued Rouyu, he used darts to hurt the wrists of Ming Donkey and others.
.You have a good skill at calling donkeys, and you come out to challenge others. You really don’t know how to live or die. You are asking for misfortune, and you can’t blame others.
When the donkey came on stage, Yun Dongming, who was next to Hu Baiqiang, felt secretly in his heart. The arm that had been stabbed by Zhihao's dart suddenly felt a dull pain.
Yun Dong clearly knew that although he had been practicing darts called Donkey since he was a child and had always hit the target with perfect accuracy, and his boy skills were extremely profound, the magical young man in front of him was so frightening. This was something he had personally experienced, so he naturally knew it.
This time, I'm afraid there's no going back.
Yun Dongming wanted to remind Hu Baiqiang, but the boss's words had already been spoken, and the calling donkey was already on the field. Yun Dongming did not dare to say anything. He could only secretly sweat for the calling donkey and pray to God to let the calling donkey survive this time.
Difficulties.
At that moment, Ming Lu and Zhihao stood in front of dozens of people from the two gangs, more than twenty meters apart. Ming Lu's three darts were already in their hands.
"You take action first." Zhihao said with an expressionless face.
What kind of courage is this, confident but not arrogant, calm and calm. Although Zhihao has not been practicing darts for a long time, he has already mastered the secrets of it. Coupled with his internal strength, in terms of strength, the man in front of him is a donkey, even if he is allowed to practice again.
In the past twenty years, I am afraid that I am still no match for Zhihao. This is the gap in strength. Zhihao naturally has this confidence.
Even so, Zhihao did not dare to be too big. He focused his thoughts and concentrated on staring at the right hand of the donkey, just waiting for the donkey to send the dart, and he chose to dodge or dodge, or catch it with his hand, and act according to the opportunity.
There is something else in the malicious eyes of Bing Donkey, and that is erratic self-confidence. Bing Donkey's confidence comes from the extraordinary accuracy and strength of his wrist that he has practiced since he was a child. Bing Donkey is born to be a very accurate thrower.
, it is said that when I was a child, I played throwing stones with my children, and no one of the same age within a few miles could play better than calling donkey. Later, calling donkey became obsessed with darts, and after a few years, he mastered the unique skill of flying through a poplar with a hundred steps and hitting the target with perfect accuracy.
within reach.
No wonder Hu Baiqiang is so confident in letting the donkey call appear. The stunt of donkey call is there. Hu Baiqiang knows it very well and has nothing to fear.
The confidence of calling a donkey is more or less reluctant. As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of a well rope for ten years. Calling a donkey has been injured twice by Zhihao, and the shadow in the heart has been planted. This cannot be easily eliminated in a day or two.
Yep. Wenglu was confident in his accomplishments in darts. He glanced at the boy twenty meters away. The evil light in his eyes showed something shiny. He moved his right wrist slightly and was about to throw a dart.
Jinglu admitted that the boy in front of him was very accurate and quick at darts, but the person who really hit the darts accurately was me. Jinglu was right. He suffered losses in those two times because he still shot the darts and got hit.
The boy's words are different this time. The dart is already in his hand. Who else has the dart been afraid of? It's time for this boy to see what real darts are.
The barking donkey's right hand moved slightly, or his movements could not be seen, and suddenly a dart was sent out, with a slight sound that broke through the air, like a speck of dust in the cold wind of winter night. Without complete sensitivity, without the legendary hearing
With the ability to identify the position by sound, he had no idea where the dart was coming from. He had no time to react and had already rushed straight to Zhihao's door.
At this time, Zhihao had not made any move. The people of the Qinglong Club were naturally shocked. Long Tianxiang's face was solemn, and Rouyu almost screamed.
Zhihao has to admire the darts called Donkey. If we look at the darts usage skills and practice skills, it is not an exaggeration to call Donkey the teacher of Zhihao. It is a pity that the darts called Donkey have no
Supported by a kind of magical power, in Zhihao's eyes, although the accuracy is accurate, it is just a little slower, just like the leaves flying over lightly, Zhihao can see clearly.
In the triumphant eyes of all the brothers in the ### gang, in the frightened eyes of all the Qinglong Club brothers, in the moment when Rouyu was too scared to look, and covered her eyes with her soft hands, Zhihao's hand
, I don’t know when I have lifted up the dart, which is just an inch away from my eyebrows. I hold it firmly in my hand, and the tip of the dart is already close to my eyebrows.
The anxious hearts of the brothers in the Qinglong Society finally returned to their stomachs. Rouyu cautiously opened her hands and stared at Zhihao with a pair of timid eyes, as if to see clearly whether there was any bloodshot eyes between Zhihao's eyebrows.
Shedding tears, my heart is still pounding, and the fragrant sweat in my palms is already moist.
"First dart." Zhihao put the dart in his pocket, watched the donkey bray, and reported the number.
