This down-and-out uncle seemed to have felt that the opportunity for a counterattack was coming, and his eyes were almost shining.

Ji Baimo also looked at it with interest, as if he liked seeing Yan Bai very much. He also wanted to know if Yan Bai would bring him a different surprise. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he stood beside Yan Bai without any movement.

"Um... Russian turntable, how about it?" Yan Bai seemed to think for a moment, then spoke to the uncle in front of him, his eyes pure and clear, as if he didn't know how cruel the game he was talking about was.

The uncle in front of him took a deep breath and was so scared by Yan Bai's words that his face turned pale. The people around him who were fiddling with their own gambling games also wanted to gather their eyes one after another. The reason was that their gambling games were actually Russian turntables, which was simply a game that madmen could play. Secondly, it was surprising. Playing Russian turntables was enough to surprise them. However, when they looked at the person who was talking, they felt like the world was fantasy, who were they, and where were they...

A little loli who looks so cute and speaks this game without changing her face. This kind of scene is really a bit inexplicably cool.

Ji Baimo was also a little surprised, but he returned to peace in a flash. Everything happened to Yan Bai, which seemed more ordinary.

The Russian turntable is an extremely cruel gambling game. The rule is: the game participants put a bullet into the magazine of the revolver with six bullet holes, and then rotate the magazine randomly. The player picks up the pistol and shoots his temple.

If the bullet is not shot, the player can get a huge sum of money. If the bullet is shot, the player will die. This is a game of life, and if you lose, you will die.

"You agreed to the gambling game, you can't cheat~" Yan Bai raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the middle-aged uncle who was quitting opposite him. His voice was sweet and soft, but it was invisibly a bit of undetectable chill.

"This... this... there is no gun, change to another game..." The middle-aged uncle stuttered and finally said this sentence.

"I have a gun." Ji Baimo took out a revolver from his arms, bent down and handed it to Yan Bai's hand, and then spoke gently in Yan Bai's ear.

"Little guy, have fun. If you die, I will be very sad." The voice was still frivolous, with a bit of seductive ending, saying it was sad but I couldn't hear the feeling of being sad.

Ji Baimo narrowed his eyes and suddenly imagined Yan Bai's head splattering blood. That look must be very beautiful. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. For a moment, the eyes hidden under the lens were Wushuang.

Yan Bai calmly took the revolver into his hand, slammed the weight, and then opened the magazine. Two bullets were randomly placed in the six bullet holes. After finishing, he closed the magazine and turned it around at will.

"Then the game begins, I'll do it first~" Yan Bai curled the corners of his mouth, his eyes were shiny, and he placed the hole of the gun on his temple. It made people feel scared, but she herself had no feeling, as if the person who used her life to play the game was not her.

She is a madman, a crazy madman, and this is the first thought that arises in everyone's hearts.
Chapter completed!