"Everyone! It makes everyone laugh. In fact, Chiyoko is making fun of you. This recitation of poetry is just a smoke bomb. Her real talent is to throw a flying knife!"

"Wow! This is awesome!" the host asked hurriedly, "Is it blindfolded?"

"You must blindfold your eyes." Mrs. Hotan didn't lie and didn't write a draft.

Mikaka quickly whispered to her, "Madam, I won't throw the flying knife."

"What are you afraid of? If you throw it to death, count me."

"So you're serious?"

"Geiya never lie."

"Okay. Then I believe you."

"Believe in me and you will have eternal life!"

With Mrs. Wada's promise, Mikaka felt relieved. That is, if he threw the person to death later, he felt a little uneasy.

Wait, Mikaka suddenly thought that this place was full of hunting. How could such a high-end animal be stabbed to death by a flying knife?

I was too worried. Hahaha. Mikaka thought, ready to show her skills.

The audience cheered and waited to see a wonderful performance.

"Move it up!" At the command of Mrs. Hotan, a few bodyguards moved a board up.

There are figures on it, handcuffs, shackles, etc., which are clearly bound to the target.

"Cloth strip!" At the command of Mrs. Hotan, the bodyguard used the cloth strip to cover her eyes.

“On the shelves!”

The bodyguards held Mikaka as she told her.

Wait... It was not until then that Mikaka realized something was wrong.

My God! It’s not me throwing the darts, but I’m a target?!!!

What kind of talent show is this!

Is this a death game OK!!!

"Hey, hey! Pause!" Mikaka didn't shout anymore, and she would be shot as a target.

Mrs. Hotan took off the cloth strip and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"This is different from what you agreed to!" Mikaka roared.

"What's different? I've agreed to throw the flying knife, right?"

"But, aren't I going to throw it away?"

"You think beautifully."

"Then you said just now, if you throw it to death, you will be yours?"

"Nonsense, I'll throw you to death. The cremation fee is not mine?"

Your sister! Is that true meaning of that sentence? Sister, have you ever read a book? The second place in Mikaka's Chinese exam was not misinterpreted like that!

Anyway, no matter how he protested, cried, and sought justice, his people, his body, had been tied to the board.

The situation is over, Mikaka returns to his strength without law. The only thing he can do is hope that Mrs. Hotan will throw the flying knife more accurately!

"Satisfaction." Mrs. Wada tried to comfort Mikaka, "I'm very professional in throwing the flying knife!"

"You... are you sure?" Mikaka's feet were shaking, and her urethra could not be controlled anymore.

"I've learned from Xiao Li Feidao for ten years!"

"Little Li's Flying Knife?! Could it be the legendary Li's Flying Knife!"

"Who else can it be if it's not him?" Mrs. Hotan said proudly, "He is my master!"

It turned out to be Xiao Li Feidao's apprentice! Mikaka was really relieved. Who doesn't know Xiao Li Feidao? The flying knife was thrown out accurately. As his apprentice, Mrs. Hotan would definitely not be much different.

Mikaka breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Help me greet your master. I am a loyal fan of him."

"It's a must. I will tell him your love next time I visit the prison."

"Wait... to visit the prison?" Mikaka smelled a strange smell.

"Yes. He's in jail."

"Why?"

"Because of playing with flying knives, I was stabbed to death."

“…”

@#￥%…&, although Mikaka is morally noble and knowledgeable, she can’t help but become rude at this moment.

"Host, don't you care?"

"What do you care about?" The host didn't bother to watch the show.

"What if I get fucked to death?"

"Let's talk about it if you fuck her. At that time, there will naturally be laws to punish her."

"I'm a contestant at least!"

"Don't worry, the program team has bought insurance for you. If you die, you will be compensated!"

“Who is the beneficiary?”

"Madam Wada."

"Hey!" Mikaka is going crazy. Is this the rhythm of having no money to get it in vain?

He was about to use his intelligence and think about how to get out of the predicament, and a cold light flashed by, and he was stabbed in the arm.

"Ah! It hurts! You've got me in!"

"Don't yell. I'll be distracted!" Mrs. Hotan was as stable as Mount Tai, and she raised her hand again.

Whoosh, another moment.

"My thigh..." Mikaka looked at the knife that was only a few centimeters away from the artery, and the blood spurted out from the blade.

Before he could wail, he saw a flying knife shot straight ahead.

This time, it was coming to his forehead.

"I'll flash!" Mikaka reacted very quickly, but fortunately she avoided it.

The knife slammed into the edge of his ear.

Too dangerous.

But more dangerous, behind.

Another flying knife shot out from Mrs. Wada's hand.

The oblique angle is 26.3 degrees. Based on Mrs. Hotan's height, weight of the flying knife, flight speed, and the results calculated using the parabolic theorem, if Mikaka does not dodge, the flying knife will hit him directly.

You know what the key is. Hehe.

"I shrank!" Mikaka was also working hard enough, and used the long-lost magical skill of shrinking the sun into the abdomen in time.

With a snap, the flying knife shot right into his crotch.

No. Mikaka suddenly remembered something. He had transformed into a beautiful girl, shrinking his yang and getting into his stomach... no need!

Humph, I want to fool me?! It’s not that easy!

Mikaka was a little proud, looking forward, her face changed completely.

Mrs. Hotan was too cruel and wanted to kill him, and she grabbed the remaining seven flying knives in her hand.

Disposable, cold!

Whoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish!

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It’s so refreshing to lift your hands and fall!

Mrs. Wada took off the cloth strip, walked to Mikaka, reached out and closed his wronged eyes, "Rest in peace, Chiyoko. I will collect your compensation for you."

Mikaka closed her eyes.

But after only one second of the time, suddenly, he opened his eyes open with his eyes open: "Get out. I'm not dead yet!"

"Ah?!" Mrs. Hotan looked at him in surprise and then got two blows. To sum up, the remaining seven blows did not hit him?

But at this time, the host patted Mrs. Hotan on the shoulder, "This aunt, don't throw it around if you don't know how to fly a knife. Be careful that I will sue you for hiding an offensive weapon!"

"I'm sorry. You... are okay." Mrs. Hotan looked at the host being stabbed like a hedgehog, especially the knife on her forehead, which was so deep that it was really a bit like a golden horn king.

"What are you talking about? Ao Woo!" After the host finished speaking, he fell to the ground.

Mrs. Hotan roared open her throat, "Call for an ambulance!"
Chapter completed!