"Don't be afraid, just follow the skills I teach you, just calm down."
But the fear in her eyes was still as strong as the sun, "But, what if I hit the other one, what should I do?..."
Ling Ang smiled lightly, smiling calmly, "A person must die, what's so scary about this? How many heroes have died since ancient times? What's the point of being a tiny person?"
Wang Aoshuang looked at him calmly, his heart surging.
Ling Ang was right, she had to try it as long as there was one percent chance.
If she hit those cruel deaths in a while, she would turn around and shoot Ling Ang, and then commit suicide by herself. She would never let Ling Ang suffer the unbearable pain.
In this way, although the two of them died, at least they died together. I believe that their souls will still be together after death.
At that time, whether they are lonely ghosts or angels in heaven, they will not have any regrets.
Zuo Jie's idea of torture them will not succeed.
Thinking of this, she slowly put down the gun that was aiming at her temple and pointed slowly at the turntable.
Zuo Jie blinked his lazy eyes and his tone turned around, "Remember to call it right, otherwise what a painful thing it would be if your beloved died in his own hands."
Wang Aoshuang looked at the rotating turntable steadily, his eyes moving.
But the sweat on her forehead was like ice particles, cold and large, flowing down her skin one by one.
Although she had thought of the worst result in her heart, her hands were still trembling, not wanting to become a reality in the end, she still hoped to seize the tiny opportunity.
"Ao Shuang, calm down, slow down your breathing." Ling Ang encouraged her.
She looked back at him, took a deep breath, and then turned around...
The light in her dark pupils gathered directly on the turntable, without any slight movement.
She knew that it would take time for the bullet to fly over, and the turntable would be misaligned, and she had to budget the time for the turntable to rotate.
She stretched her arms straight and closed her breath because Ling Ang told her that breathing would also affect the accuracy of the moment the bullet was shot out.
The air was silent, and she felt as if her soul had been separated, and her index finger slowly pulled the trigger...
"Bang..." With a gunshot, the bullet hit the turntable with "small limbs" accurately.
Wang Aoshuang, Ling Ang, and Zuo An all breathed a deep sigh of relief...
Zuo Jie's eyes flashed and he patted his hands, "It's a good fight... But whether he can go out alive depends on the second half."
He then raised his hand, and Luo Tai picked a knife from the prop stand...
The knife is as curved as a crescent moon, as wide as half a palm, and the blade is shining with a cold light as moonlight, but the edge of the light is 10 times more dazzling than the moon. When a person's eyes touch it, it seems to hurt his eyeballs.
"This knife is called the legendary "Xuanyue Scimitar". Do you know why you need to use a curved knife? If it is a straight knife, it will directly penetrate the other side of the body, but if it is a curved knife,
It will penetrate into the human body obliquely, and then increase the area inserted into the muscles, increasing the pain of the human being.”