My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 1083 Lucky boy
Ye is so beautiful.

Where does the self-confidence come from that support you to dare to speak such bold words?
This is the question in everyone's heart.

The master stared at him intently, interested.

Ye Fan silently raised his pistol, and fired very calmly.

"Crack!"

Still no bullets came out.

"what?"

Misfiring again?

Thomson took the case.

"It's tricky! You're being tricky, did you lose all the bullets in your pistol?"

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

Ye Fan squinted his eyes and said lightly: "Why don't you try?"

"Just try it."

Anyway, the bet was lost.

It's okay to fire two shots.

"Boom!"

Gunshots sounded.

Two more people were buried here.

"How? Are there really bullets?"

Ye Fan smiled: "My luck has been against the sky since I was a child, there is no way! You either have supernatural powers or the ability to mutate, but what about me! I am just an ordinary boy with better luck."

"vomit!"

Meng Xincheng retched directly.

attracted everyone's attention.

He smiled sheepishly: "I'm sorry everyone, I can't hold back, you guys continue."

Ye Fan gave him a hard look.

"Did I said wrong thing?"

"No, no, you're a boy."

"Humph!"

"Is it really just pure luck?" Thomson was desperate.

"Of course."

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

As he said that, Ye Fan grabbed the pistol and fired several times at his own head.

It turned out that the gun was misfired.

"I've won the game."

Everyone's jaws dropped in shock.

It was a fluke before, but now it is pure luck.

It's too bullshit.

You can't hit yourself with a single shot.

"Do you wear it?"

clothes.

No one in the audience was unconvinced.

But getting them to admit it is impossible.

"Okay, let's execute the bet first."

Ye Fan threw the pistol to the master, signaling him to reload it.

With several gunshots.

Only one person remained behind Thomson.

Still his best friend.

Looking at a dead body.

Ye Fan sighed.

play a game.

No one else was injured, but he died a lot.

A new round begins.

The pistol fell into Ye Fan's hands again.

He was about to shoot.

suddenly.

Thomson stopped: "Dare you let me shoot?"

"Why?"

Ye Fan frowned.

"Because I suspect you are lying."

What good luck, he didn't believe it at all.

Everyone else is fine with shooting, but Ye Fan's shooting is misfired.

And it went on so many times.

how can that be possible?
"Hehe, do you doubt it will work? It's my right to shoot, not yours."

"Are you guilty?"

"Don't provoke me, it's useless, I just want to drive it myself."

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

There must be a problem.

"Then let's play another game."

"You can pull it down! There is only one person behind, and there is no point in gambling."

"But he's my best brother, and I can shoot him myself if you agree."

I go.

It's a bit fancy to play.

The brother betrayed when he said he would betray.

Obviously his brother didn't expect that he would become a bet.

"Thomson, you are acting impulsively."

"It's okay, you believe me, you will win."

"OK then."

"Hehe, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer! Well, I'll give you the chance."

With that said, Ye Fan threw the pistol to the other party.

With a blank face, he calmly waited for himself to be shot.

Thomson sneered, and first checked the bullets in the gun, all of them were missing.

"Hehe, I advise you to be prepared, this time you won't misfire."

"Okay, let's shoot."

"boom!"

With the trigger pulled.

The pistol finally fired.

But this time.

The bullet was not fired towards the front, but exploded.

Thomson was shot from behind.

"what……"

A painful voice sounded.

Thomson's entire arm was blasted with a bloody hole.

There was also a faint smoke.

"Hey, I just said I was lucky, why didn't I believe it! In the end, I was the one who suffered the most."

Ye Fan pretended to sigh.

"Huh? Didn't hit this?"

Meng Xincheng was shocked.

The point is that all of this is too unreasonable.

Whether Ye Fan has good luck or not, they naturally know it well.

It is completely non-existent.

But the pistol just couldn't hit him, so where could he justify it?
"What? You want me to be beaten?" Ye Fan was annoyed.

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

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

while they were chatting.

Thomson's injury has recovered.

As a strong supernatural being in the United States, this small injury will naturally not make him fatal.

But the pain is real.

"Ye Taimei, I must kill you!"

"Are you a little unreasonable? I let you shoot, and you still blame me?"

"Hmph, it must be your trick."

"Fart, you checked the bullets, and the pistol is in your hand, how the hell am I playing tricks?"

"This……"

Thomson was speechless.

Yes, everything is so normal, there is no flaw.

But why can't you beat Ye Fan?

Thomson does not believe in evil.

Secretly turned the pistol and pointed the back of the gun at Ye Fan.

"boom!"

Another shot.

"what happened?"

When everyone reacts.

A bloody crater appeared again on Thomson's arm.

Ye Fan covered his face: "You didn't shoot me again, did you? Alas, there are many things in the world that cannot be explained, and there is no need for you to be serious."

Thomson wanted to cry but had no tears.

this moment.

He really didn't want to be serious.

Some even believed Ye Fan's words.

This B, luck is too bad.

Watching him recover from his injury.

Ye Fan said lightly: "Hurry up and shoot your brother, we still have to play games."

"Hmph, just shoot."

Thomson turned his gun to face his brother behind him.

But he hesitated, and still did not shoot.

Who the hell knows where the pistol is fired from?

He stepped aside and fired several shots.

I don't know what happened to the pistol.

He fired one shot forward and one shot back, as if venting his dissatisfaction.

Originally thought the Thomson Brothers would die.

But the bullet turned into blood when it approached him.

Ye Fan took a closer look.

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

He was melted before the bullet hit him.

"Okay, I'm done firing the gun, let's continue."

Ye Fan curled his lips: "It's really boring to kill every time."

"Hehe, who made my brother stronger!"

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

"Yes, let's talk about the transaction."

The master looked indifferent, and nodded silently: "I originally wanted to leave the trading opportunity to the last remaining people, but it seems that this pistol can't do any harm to you, and the people who die are all insignificant people, and it's a bit boring to think about it. Or directly Choose."

(End of this chapter)