This host is the villain

"The ones who come here are either powerful people or outlaws." Yi Ling said indifferently, and insisted on snatching the pistol. The corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he inserted the second bullet as easily as signing a contract. The trigger was pulled.

Bang... There was an empty sound, and Yi Ling handed out the pistol again, calmly watching the expression on the beggar's face become more exciting, and said: "I belong to the latter."

There are only two paths in front of him, life or death.There are various ways of death. He may fall after the gunshot, on the way back to the family headquarters, or die in the hands of Ai Lingtian... There are so many ways to die that he chooses to live , there is only one way to survive.

He wants to keep winning.

The beggar was stunned for a while, and took the pistol slightly tremblingly with his hand covered with old age spots and mildew.

He will load a third round.The third bullet means a 50.00% probability, which means there is a fine line between life and death, as long as he is not shot...

The hand holding the trigger suddenly stopped trembling, and he pulled it immediately.

Another empty shot, the beggar breathed out a breath of relief, there was no longer any sympathy in his eyes, but only the desire to live.

Yi Ling chuckled at this, clearly saying that he had nothing deprived, but he still had such a strong desire to survive.Yi Ling deliberately chose this game that cannot be cheated, and also witnessed the firmness and determination of the other party, but...

He also had things he wanted to protect, and the figure that protected him before the beams were about to collapse appeared in his mind. Yi Ling smiled indifferently, took the pistol, loaded the bullet, and pulled the trigger. The whole process was completed within five seconds.

His story will not end here for the time being.

Yi Ling blinked at Sawyer, who was sweating profusely, and handed out the pistol.

Next, what he has to bear is a five-sixth probability of death!

Yi Ling's ability began to analyze the probability of the opponent picking up the pistol. No matter how firm his willpower was, would that strong desire to survive choose to take the pistol when faced with such a slim chance of survival?

Yi Ling knew that the other party was a smart person, and he should know that picking up a pistol was equivalent to standing on the edge of hell, and all the scarlet Manzhushahua appeared in front of his eyes.

"Oh?"

Yi Ling was surprised to see the hand that had experienced vicissitudes of life appear in his vision, and he even made an unexpected question about it.

The most taboo of gambling is to let the opponent gain confidence. Yi Ling has already made a big mistake because of this mistake. The opponent's slightly trembling hands suddenly became tough. At the same time, I am telling myself...

The opponent will not be killed by the next shooting.

Gunshots rang out, but there was no smell of gunpowder.

His opponent quickly stood up from his seat, put down the pistol in his hand, and shouted: "You lost, please let me continue to live here."

Yi Ling froze in place, silent.

Sawyer got up, he felt that Zero had done enough, but the goddess of luck didn't favor him.Next, he will challenge the God of Gamblers. As long as he can win, the task assigned by the leader can also be completed, and the reputation of the Farfalla family will not be completely defeated.

Where did you think...

In the next second, Yi Ling grabbed the pistol and the last bullet, and loaded the bullet.

"There were six bullets here in the first place, sir, didn't you notice?" Yi Ling's voice was cold and heartless, like crazy, but more like the coldness of a rational person.

Under the horrified gaze of Sawyer and the beggar, Yi Ling put the muzzle of the gun to his temple.

"The game is not over..."