After so many people who died, they had escaped for so long, but they didn't even have a chance to shoot.
Long Tian couldn't stop drinking: "Ye Fan!"
Ye Fan slowly entered the hall: "Long Shao, you lost."
Long Tianao sneered: "I haven't died yet!"
"You can not die!"
Ye Fan smiled lightly, a long sword with a vertical blood: "Tell me where the vault is, I can put you a way of life."
Ye Fan took the mind to take the vault, just to give a blow to Wuyi Lane, so that it would not dare to deal with himself easily in the future.
As for the defeat of Long Tianao, Ye Fan can kill or not.
Because even if he put Long Tian Ao's life, Wuyi Lane will not let Long Tianao live.
"Do you think, I will tell you the vault?"
Long Tian Ao looked at Ye Fan and drank: "Although my Long Tianao is not as good as anyone, it does not mean that I have no pride."
Ye Fan smiled and smiled: "I have said this, but I just kneeling."
"Then you can see, can you let me tell the truth."
Long Tianao knew that he had no chance to shoot. He simply threw Gatling on the ground, and then a knife flashed against his throat.
"If your knife is faster and sharp, it is not as good as me."
"Don't talk about the secrets of the treasury, but there is no chance to kill me."
"In this world, only I can kill myself."
Long Tian Ao is very strong, and a view of death is as dying:
"My Longtian Ao's iron bone is not stainless."
Looking at Long Tian's proud and uncomfortable appearance, Ye Fan had a little smile in his eyes:
"I believe you are not afraid of death, I also believe you have iron bones."
Ye Fan stepped forward and looked at the other party: "But I know more, you are not willing."
Long Tianao's momentum was inexplicably stagnant. The corner of his mouth touched Ye Fan, and he wanted to say something but finally shut up.
Yeah, he is not afraid of death, and he can suicide to preserve pride, but this still can't hide his unwillingness, his grievances.
As the master of Alice, although his strength and skills are not as good as the zodiac, it is still the princes of one side.
But he was in charge of many resources. He was knocked on the gap by Ye Fan's use of Han Ziyi, and then pinched his life inside and outside.
His hands, his agency, his means, one tenth of the tenth is not useful.
Losing to Ye Fan in this way, Long Tianao is really unwilling.
"I give you a chance to come back."
Ye Fan threw away the long knife in his hand and stepped forward to the front of the hot weapon.
Then he found another box of bullets, took out one, and stuffed it in in front of Long Tian Ao.
Ye Fan turned his fingers, and the magazine rotated.
Long Tianao's voice sank: "Ye Fan, what are you doing?"
"I know in my heart, you lose to me very unwilling."
Ye Fan looked through what Long Tianao thought in his heart:
"In your opinion, if you are not your rival, you can't lose to me if you are in charge of many resources."
"If you aren't for a conspiracy and tricks, you can press me 100 % to rub me on the ground with the hand of conspiracy.
"Now, I gamble with you fairly and fairly."
"I took out the fruit of the victory and my life of this game, and you took out the secret and your life of Wuyi Lane vault."
"Let's play a Russian turntable, six opportunities, a real bomb."
"Whoever fell down, the other party took away who's bet."
"You are very cost -effective to bet on this pair. I take my life to bet on the vault you can't keep, what are you hesitant?"
Ye Fan pulled a table and two chairs, and then put the left wheel gun on the table.
Long Tianao stared at Ye Fan and drank: "Do you bet on the Russian turntable with me?"
Ye Fan asked: "Don't dare?"
"Okay, I'm gambling with you, I'm gambling with you!"
Long Tianao took out a card and threw it on the table, and took out a pen and wrote it on a piece of paper.
He didn't worry about Ye Fan out of the way. At the end of his way, he didn't have a better choice. He could only bet with Ye Fan.
"The secret of the vault is on this paper card!"
Long Tianao still maintains rationality: "In order to show your sincerity, this first shot, you drive first."
After all, the person who fired first faced death first.
"good!"
Ye Fan laughed: "That's it."
He didn't care about Long Tianao's vault secret.
"Click!"
With a sound, Ye Fan is intact.
Long Tian Ao's stagnation is a lot.
Not only did he not expect that Ye Fan was so decisive, but he did not expect his inner madness. The sound of being hit by the needle cooled down.
Ye Fan threw the left wheel pistol to Long Tianao: "Long Shao, it's you."
Long Tianao sat down in the chair, picked up the left wheel pistol and put it on his head.
Then, he suddenly closed his eyes, pursed his lips, twisted his facial features, and his fingers stretched hard.
"Capton ~~"
As a metal impact sounded lightly, Long Tianao still sat there, but his face was pale and twisted.
The unexpected headshot scene did not appear, but Long Tianao couldn't be glad. He only felt that his back was completely soaked.
"Dragon, good luck."
Ye Fan laughed and took the left wheel pistol, and was a shot in his head.
Click!
The firearms hit again.
Ye Fan looked at Long Tianao and smiled lightly: "My luck is also good."
When Ye Fan pushed the firearm to Long Tianao, his pupils couldn't stop shrinking.
His hand that he picked up the firearm slightly trembled.
Russia's wheel disk is known as one of the world's brutal death games. It has its principle. It is not enough to go back and forth at the door of hell. It has to be three times back and forth.
This is too difficult.
Unwilling, anger, grieving, crazy, hysterical, all of them dissipate like a tide at this moment.
Long Tianao had to admit that, let alone say that Ye Fan did not hesitate to pull the trigger twice.
After all, he and Ye Fan still have a gap.
After all, he might as well be afraid of death as he thought.
As soon as blood and anger cool down, he still cherishes his life.
Long Tianao began to have frustration and frustration in his heart, and his strength seemed to run out.
Ye Fan smiled and stimulated: "Long Shao, how is it, I'm afraid?"
"Click!"
After being so excited by Ye Fan, Long Tianao recovered his courage. He gritted his teeth and picked up the firearm to shoot his head.
Another empty gun rang.
Long Tianao first didn't respond for a while, and then he yelled at ecstatic:
"No death? No death? I didn't die?"
Long Tian is a little bit stigmatized to cry, and he is happy and glad to escape in his death.
It's just that his excitement was quickly frozen and castrated.
Because Ye Fan picked up the left wheel gun and fired the fifth gun at his head.
"Click-"
Another crisp sound of a metal hit needle.
Ye Fan'an is nothing.
The joy of Long Tianao's just rising, sinking into the bottom of despair.