1083: C1083 A Lucky Boy

C1083 A Lucky Boy

Extremely Beautiful Ye.

Where did your confidence come from? How dare you say such bold words?

This was the question in everyone's heart.

The old master stared at him with great interest.

Ye Fan silently raised his gun and casually fired.

"Kacha!"

Still no bullets came out.

"What?"

It went silent again?

Thomson slammed the table and stood up.

"There's something fishy going on! You're playing tricks on me. Did you lose all the bullets in your gun? "

"I bet you don't have any bullets in your gun."

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "Why don't you try?"

"If you want to try, then try."

Anyway, he had already lost the bet.

It didn't matter even if he fired two shots.

"Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out.

Two more people died here.

"How is it? There really are bullets, right?"

Ye Fan smiled. "My luck has been heaven defying since I was young. I have no choice! You either have special abilities or mutated abilities, but what about me? I'm just an ordinary, luckier boy. "

" Ew! "

Meng Xincheng immediately retched.

He attracted everyone's attention.

He smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry, everyone. I couldn't help it. You guys continue."

Ye Fan glared at him fiercely.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No, no, you are a boy."

“ Hmph!"

"Is it really just pure luck?" Thomson was filled with despair.

"Of course."

"By the way, look if you don't believe me."

As he spoke, Ye Fan grabbed the pistol and fired several shots at his own head.

The gun actually stopped firing.

"I've already won this game."

Everyone was so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.

Previously, it was just luck, but now it was pure luck.

Too awesome.

He couldn't even hit himself with a single shot.

"Are you convinced?"

Yes.

No one in the audience was unconvinced.

However, it was impossible for them to admit it.

"Alright, let's carry out the bet first."

Ye Fan threw the pistol to the old master, indicating for him to fill up the bullets.

Following a few gunshots.

There was only one person left behind Thomson.

And he was also his best friend.

He looked at the ground full of corpses.

Ye Fan sighed.

He was playing a game.

The others didn't suffer any serious injuries, but he was the only one who died.

A new round began.

The pistol landed in Ye Fan's hand again.

He was about to shoot.

Suddenly.

Thomson stopped him. "Do you dare to let me shoot you?"

"Why?"

Ye Fan frowned.

"Because I suspect you are lying."

What good luck? He didn't believe it at all.

Other people could shoot, but only Ye Fan could shoot without making a sound.

And it continued so many times.

How was that possible?

"Hehe, do you think it will work? Shooting is my right, not yours."

"Are you feeling guilty?"

"Don't provoke me. It's useless. I just want to shoot myself."

The more Ye Fan behaved like this, the more Thomson believed in his conjecture.

There must be a problem.

"Then let's make another bet."

"You can forget about it! There's only one person behind us, there's no point in betting anymore."

"But he's my best brother, as long as you agree, I can personally kill him"

I'll go

This is a bit fancy.

My brother betrayed me just like that.

Obviously, his brother didn't expect that he would actually become the bet.

"Thomson, you are too impulsive."

"It's fine. Trust me, you will win."

"Then... Alright."

"Hehe, one willing to fight and one willing to suffer! Alright, I'll give you a chance. "

As he spoke, Ye Fan tossed the pistol to the other party.

With an expressionless face, he calmly waited for himself to be shot.

Thomson smiled coldly. First, he checked the bullets in the gun. There were no missing bullets.

"Haha, I advise you to be prepared. This time, you won't be mute."

"Alright, shoot."

"Bang!"

The trigger was pulled.

The pistol finally fired a bullet.

But this time.

The bullet didn't go forward, but exploded.

It shot towards Thomson from behind.

"Ah..."

A painful voice was heard.

A bloody hole was left on Thomson's arm.

It was still emitting a faint smoke.

"Ai, I told you I was lucky, why didn't you believe me?! In the end, I was the one who suffered the loss. "

Ye Fan pretended to sigh.

"Ah? I didn't even hit him?"

Meng Xincheng was shocked.

The key point was that all of this didn't make sense.

They naturally knew whether Ye Fan had good luck or not.

It was a completely fictitious matter.

But if a gun could not hit him, how could it make sense?

"What's wrong? You want me to be hit?" Ye Fan was not in a good mood.

"No, it's mainly because I can't believe it."

"Hehe, don't be obsessed with brother. Brother is just a legend."

Just as they were chatting.

Thomson's injuries had already recovered.

As one of the most powerful mutants in M Country, this small injury naturally wouldn't kill him.

However, the pain he felt was real.

"Extremely Beautiful Ye, I must kill you!"

"You are a bit unreasonable, aren't you? I asked you to shoot me, but you are still angry at me?"

"Hmph, it must be a trick you used."

"Bullshit, you've checked the bullets, and the gun is in your hands. How the f * ck am I supposed to play tricks on you?"

"This..."

Thomson was speechless.

That's right, everything was so normal, without any flaws.

But why couldn't he hit Ye Fan?

Thomson didn't believe it.

He secretly turned his pistol around and aimed at Ye Fan with the back of the gun.

"Bang!"

Another shot.

"What's going on?"

When everyone regained their senses.

Another bloody hole appeared on Thomson's arm.

Ye Fan covered his face. "You didn't shoot me again, did you? Sigh, there are many things in the world that cannot be explained. You don't need to take it seriously."

Thomson wanted to cry but had no tears.

At this moment.

He really didn't want to take it seriously.

He even somewhat believed Ye Fan's words.

This B * stard's luck was too heaven defying.

He watched as his injuries healed.

Ye Fan said faintly, "Hurry up and kill your brother. We still have to play games."

"Hmph, shoot then."

Thomson turned the muzzle of his gun and faced his brother behind him.

But he hesitated for a moment and still did not shoot.

Who the f * ck knew which direction this gun was fired from?

He moved aside and fired several shots.

He did not know what had happened to the gun.

He fired one shot at the front and one at the back, as if he was venting his dissatisfaction.

He had thought that Thomson and his brother would die.

However, when the bullet neared him, it turned into blood.

Ye Fan fixed his eyes on it.

Only then did he realize that there was an extremely hot flame covering his body.

The bullet melted before it even hit him.

"Alright, I'm done shooting. Let's continue."

Ye Fan curled his lips. "It's so boring to kill each and every one of them."

"Hehe, who asked my brother to be so strong!"

"Master, haven't you seen enough? Let's get to the point." Ye Fan suggested.

"Right, let's talk about the deal."

Master looked calm and nodded silently. "I originally wanted to leave the opportunity for the last remaining people, but it seems that this pistol will not cause any harm to you. Those who die are unimportant people, so it would be a bit boring. It's better to directly choose. "0

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