The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 791 Death Turntable
Chapter 790 Two Death Turntable
So many people died, and they fled in embarrassment for so long, but they didn't even have a chance to shoot.

Long Tianao couldn't help shouting: "Ye Fan!"

Ye Fan walked into the hall slowly: "Young Master Long, you lost."

Long Tianao sneered: "I'm not dead yet!"

"You don't have to die!"

Ye Fan smiled lightly, and swiped his blood-stained long knife: "Tell me where the vault is, and I can let you live."

Ye Fan tried his best to take away the treasury, just to deal a heavy blow to Bird Yixiang, so that he would not dare to deal with him easily in the future.

As for a defeated general like Long Tianao, Ye Fan could kill him or not.

Because even if he let Long Tianao live, Wuyi Lane would not let Long Tianao live.

"You think I'll tell you about the treasury?"

Long Tianao looked at Ye Fan coldly and shouted: "Although I, Long Tianao, are inferior in skills, it doesn't mean I'm not proud."

Ye Fan smiled: "Weng Li Li also said this, but he also knelt obediently in the end."

"Then let's see if you can let me tell the truth."

Knowing that he had no chance to shoot, Long Tianao simply threw Gatling on the ground, and then flashed a knife against his throat.

"No matter how fast and sharp your knife is, it can't compare to me doing it myself."

"Don't talk about asking about the secrets of the treasury, even if you kill me, you won't have a chance."

"In this world, only I can kill myself."

Long Tianao's voice was stern, and he looked at death like home:

"I, Long Tianao's iron bones are not something you can tarnish."

Seeing Long Tian's arrogant and fearless appearance, Ye Fan had a smile in his eyes:
"I believe that you are not afraid of death, and I also believe that you have iron bones."

Ye Fan stepped forward and looked at the other party: "But I know better, you are unwilling."

Long Tianao's imposing manner stagnated inexplicably, the corner of his mouth twitched and looked at Ye Fan, he wanted to say something but finally shut up.

Yes, he is not afraid of death, and he can commit suicide to preserve his pride, but this still cannot conceal his unwillingness and aggrievedness.

As the person in charge of the Alisa, although his strength and skill are not as good as those of the twelve zodiac signs, he is still a prince.

But it was him who was in charge of many resources, Ye Fan used Han Ziqi to force open the gap, and then pinched his life from both inside and outside.

One-tenth of his manpower, his organs, and his methods have not been used yet.

Long Tianao was really unwilling to lose to Ye Fan like this.

"I'll give you a chance to come back."

Ye Fan threw away the long knife in his hand, stepped forward to the front of the hot weapon, and he reached out and took off a revolver for collection.

Then, he found another box of bullets, took out one, and stuffed it in front of Long Tianao.

Ye Fan turned his finger, and the magazine spun.

Long Tianao's voice sank: "Ye Fan, what tricks are you doing?"

"I know in my heart that you are very unwilling to lose to me."

Ye Fan saw through what Long Tianao was thinking:
"In your opinion, if you hadn't underestimated the enemy and been careless, you, who are in charge of many resources, would not be able to lose to me."

"If it wasn't for my conspiracy and tricks, you could 100% rub me on the ground with your manpower, organs and connections."

"Now, I'll make a fair bet with you."

"I will take out the fruits of victory in this game and my life, and you will take out the secrets of the bird clothing lane vault and your life."

"Let's play a game of Russian roulette, six chances, one shot."

"Whoever falls, the other party will take his bet."

"It's a good deal to bet on you. I, the winner, will bet my life on your unguardable treasury. Why do you hesitate?"

Ye Fan pulled over a table and two chairs, and then put the revolver on the table.

Long Tianao stared at Ye Fan and shouted, "You bet on Russian roulette with me?"

Ye Fan asked back: "Don't you dare?"

"Okay, I'll bet you, I'll bet you!"

Long Tianao took out a card and threw it on the table, then took out a pen and wrote on a piece of paper.

He wasn't worried about Ye Fan's back-and-forth, he had no other choice but to gamble with Ye Fan.

"The secret of the treasury lies on this piece of paper, this card!"

Long Tianao still maintained his rationality: "In order to show your sincerity, you should fire the first shot first."

After all, whoever shoots first will die first.

"it is good!"

Ye Fan laughed loudly: "That's it."

He didn't care whether the secret of Long Tianao's treasury was true or not, he picked up the revolver and shot it in the head.

"Crack!"

There was an empty sound, and Ye Fan was intact.

Long Tianao's ferocity was much stiffer.

Not only did he not expect Ye Fan to be so decisive, but he also did not expect the madness in his heart to be cooled down by the sound of the firing pin.

Ye Fan threw the revolver to Long Tianao: "Young Master Long, it's your turn."

Long Tianao sat down on the chair, picked up the revolver and put it on his head.

Then, he closed his eyes suddenly, pursed his lips, twisted his facial features, and squeezed the trigger with his fingers.

"Crack~~"

With a soft metal impact, Long Tianao was still sitting there, but his face became paler and distorted.

The expected headshot scene didn't happen, but Long Tianao couldn't be thankful, he only felt his back was completely soaked.

"Young Master Long, you are lucky."

Ye Fan smiled and took back the revolver, and shot himself in the head again.

Click!

The gun fired again.

Ye Fan looked at Long Tianao and smiled faintly: "My luck is also good."

When Ye Fan pushed the gun in front of Long Tianao, his pupils couldn't help constricting.

His hand that picked up the gun again trembled slightly.

Russian roulette is known as one of the cruel death games in the world. Naturally, it has its reasons. It is not enough to go back and forth at the gate of hell once, and you need to go back and forth three times.

It was just too much to suffer.

Unwillingness, anger, aggrieved, madness, hysteria, all dissipated like a tide at this moment.

Long Tianao had to admit that, among other things, Ye Fan pulled the trigger twice without hesitation, and his boldness beat him by the block.

After all, there is still a gap between him and Ye Fan.

After all, he was not as fearless as he imagined.

Once the blood and anger cooled down, he still cherished life very much.

Long Tianao began to feel frustrated and depressed, and his strength seemed to be exhausted.

Ye Fan smiled playfully and provocatively: "Young Master Long, what's the matter, are you afraid?"

"Crack!"

Provoked by Ye Fan in this way, Long Tianao regained his courage, gritted his teeth, picked up the gun and shot at his head.

Another empty shot rang out.

Long Tianao was sluggish for a while and didn't react, and then he was ecstatic and roared again and again:

"Not dead? Not dead? I'm not dead?"

Long Tianao almost burst into tears, happy and grateful for his narrow escape.

It's just that his excitement is quickly frozen and castrated.

Because Ye Fan picked up the revolver and fired the fifth shot at his head.

"Crack-"

Another crisp sound of a metal firing pin.

Ye Fan is safe and sound.

The joy that Long Tianao had just ascended suddenly sank to the bottom of despair.

He lost!
(End of this chapter)