While the dream is in progress [unlimited]

The man was still immersed in the luck of escaping from death, and reason told him that he should stop.Twenty thousand mental power is already a lot, enough for him to squander for a long time.

Nightingale didn't look at him, but continued to wipe her fingers with her head down, her lowered eyes were also lazy, as if extremely bored.

"A bullet with [-] mental power is much easier than entering the mission world."

"Isn't it?"

Yin He once again felt helpless because of his height. The people in front surrounded him, making Yin He unable to see the people in the middle of the crowd clearly.On the other hand, Nightingale could see clearly from this angle.

The man froze on the spot. Originally, he planned to stop and leave with [-] mental power.But what Nightingale said made him want to move again.

A bullet with [-] mental power is equivalent to a bullet that can reach level A. As long as he can successfully pass the grading match, he will be promoted to a high-level player.

Even if you don't use it to upgrade, you can still enjoy yourself for a long time with the [-] mental power.

Nightingale's right hand was wrapped in a thin silver armor glove, and her arm was covered with dark blue veins, giving off a dangerous aura.

The sofa is covered with a black rug, stretched across the floor.He stepped on the black leather shoes without mercy, sat back on the sofa, and raised his chin arrogantly.

A sharp wind sounded in the air, like a sword piercing the air.A bullet landed in that person's palm accurately, and the corners of Nightingale's lips curled slightly: "Since you already have the answer, let's start."

The crowd unconsciously took a step back, and the air seemed to be suppressed by a heavy giant, which finally allowed Yin He to see the situation in the center.The man in the center held a revolver in his hand, and in the other hand held a bullet that Nightingale had just thrown to him.

The revolver gun has a total of 6 magazine slots, put a bullet into it, and after rotating the wheel arbitrarily, you don't know whether the next bullet is empty or full.Participants need to pull the trigger on their own head, and the chance of firing a live bullet is 1/6.

The game Nightingale played with the opponent was very simple. As long as the opponent was still alive after pulling the trigger, he was willing to pay [-] mental power.If the opponent dies, it's game over.

This kind of game is only played by people who are at the end of the road, because if they fail, they will pay the price of their lives.

Yin He frowned, wondering if Nightingale had tampered with the pistol.But no matter what, this is indeed the fastest way to get money.

It's just that Yin He is still a little upset. Nightingale is willing to pay 5000 mental power to play any game.However, when offering a bounty for his own head, he was only willing to spend [-] mental power.

The man quickly loaded the bullet into the magazine, maybe he wanted to solve it quickly. The previous two successes gave him great confidence.He opened his eyes wide, firmly believing that this time the goddess of luck will come.

However, the moment the trigger is pulled, it is not the sound of empty explosions, but the sound of real guns.

The man is dead.Thick blood oozes from his temples, and he falls to the ground. His eyes are wide open, flashing with the excitement before death.

After seeing the blood, many people became excited, chattering and chattering around the casino like flies.The eyes of Nightingale who caused all this were indifferent, cold and devoid of any emotion.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger, mixed with the smell of sweat and various smells from the crowd, it made people feel sick for a while.

Immediately, someone came to clean up the corpses and sweep the ground. Nightingale tilted her head, showing no sign of happiness or anger.Facing such a death, he didn't react much.

He plays games for fun, but he doesn't find it fun.

Nightingale closed her eyes, her face was no longer lax, but more condensed and stern.He knew that Yin He was there, but now he didn't want to pay too much attention to him.

He thought that Yin He should cherish this opportunity, but he didn't expect Yin He to take the initiative to join him to die.

Yin He stepped outside, because of his good appearance and figure, and the close relationship between Yin He and Nightingale, he instantly attracted the attention of many people.

Yin He stopped and faced the man on the high seat in front of him: "Your Excellency Nightingale, is the game over? If not, do you mind adding me?"

Nightingale narrowed her eyes: "Honey, this is not the game you should play."

"But I want to play." Yin He bent his lips and smiled, "Honey."

If it weren't for the lack of mental strength, who would want to play this kind of death game with Nightingale.

Nightingale stared at Yin He for a moment, obviously thinking of this too.He thought it was a little funny, if Yin He was really short of money, he would sell his furniture completely.Yin He looted from his house, and selling two of them can make up [-] mental power.

It can only be said that Yin He is really ignorant.

Nightingale stood up, and the maids standing beside her disappeared instantly.He came from the front, obviously not far away, but it gave people the illusion of a long journey.

Standing in front of Yin He, Nightingale stretched out her hand to caress Yin He's temple, her eyes were full of unbearable: "I really don't want to see your ugly brain splashing all over the place."

Yin He smiled: "We don't play this, we play another one."

Nightingale raised her eyebrows, motioning for him to continue talking.Yin He picked up the revolver gun on the gaming table: "Let's play Russian roulette, how about it?"

The rules of Russian roulette are very simple. After putting a bullet in the magazine and spinning the wheel, the two sides shoot at themselves alternately.The first to be shot and stage frightened is the loser, the game stops when someone dies, and the survivor is the winner.

This kind of death game is mostly a life-and-death duel between enemies.Russian roulette usually has a notary. If one party wants to cheat, he will be shot by the notary first.

The depressed mood of that idea suddenly disappeared, and Nightingale smiled softly: "Okay. How many bullets do you want to load?"

There are six bullet slots in total. Generally speaking, Russian roulette will load one bullet, but some people will load more than one bullet.The difference is that if the two take turns shooting at themselves, the probability of encountering live ammunition will be greater.

Yin He: "One."

The onlookers didn't know what to say, and they didn't understand why the two played a death game in such a brutal form.Aren't they very close to each other?

Nightingale was actually willing to play with Yin He.

They didn't find a notary. If Yin He had any thoughts of cheating or playing tricks, Nightingale would deal with Yin He first, and would not give Yin He a chance to do anything.Knowing this, Yin He would not cheat.

He came to play this game not to kill Nightingale, but to reward.

Nightingale lowered her head slightly: "Is it so short of money?"

Yin He resisted the urge to slap Nightingale on the spot, and smiled slightly: "Then give me some extra money, [-] bullets is too little."

Nightingale pretended to be contemplative, as if thinking about an extremely tricky academic problem, and said after a while, "Then give me a kiss, a kiss..."

Ten thousand per bite?Yin He was about to give up his face and offer a kiss, when he saw Yeying's unbeatable voice coming slowly: "One mouthful, one spiritual strength."

Yin He put down the back heel that had just stood on tiptoe: "I'm thin-skinned, let's play games. However, we can play something different."

The speed of changing faces was comparable to the weather in June, and Nightingale did not expose Yin He.Instead, she was sitting on the side of the gaming table. At some point, an exquisite and luxurious seat appeared beside Nightingale.

Nightingale lazily supported her head with one hand, while showing a weird smile at Yin He: "Listen to you, you have the final say."

Yin He sat in front of Nightingale calmly, and the eyes of the people around him seemed to be focused on him, all kinds of scrutinizing and curious emotions intertwined, as if they wanted to swallow him naked.

The instigator stared at him as if no one else was there, adding fuel to the flames mercilessly, making the gazes gathered around Yin He even more direct and hot.

"Russian roulette is betting on your own life. Let's play it differently—" Yin He said slowly, with a slight rise in the end of the voice, "We bet on the other party's life."

There was an uproar.

For a moment, I forgot even the sound of silence, gasps and exclamations came and went one after another.After Nightingale gave a warning by looking around lightly, there seemed to be a black cloud in the casino, blocking out all the noises that were about to break out.

Nightingale stared at Yin He for a moment, then pulled her thin lips slightly: "Are you joking?"

"I never joke," Yin He showed his trademark smile again, this kind of curved smile is the most likely to arouse pity from the other party.He leaned back, this is a very lazy sitting position, "We don't bet on who will die first, it's too bloody. We bet on who can let the other live."

"We take turns shooting at each other. Whoever has the live ammunition hits the other side. Whoever is the loser, how?"

It was the first time Nightingale heard that Russian Roulette still had such a game.

Russian roulette can hold up to six bullets, they only hold one bullet, and after the wheel is rotated, no one knows which magazine slot the live bullet is in.The two took turns shooting at themselves, the bet was luck.

If there are no live ammunition in the first five rounds, then the game can end early, because the sixth round is guaranteed to hit.

In normal Russian roulette, you bet on your own life and luck.However, Yin He chose the completely opposite way - he wanted to bet on the other party's life, the other party's luck.

If the opponent is unlucky, the live ammunition is aimed at you, and it is you who suffer.You took a shot for no reason, and you can't say anything if you lose the game, you can only suffer from this dumb loss.

Of course they wouldn't die after being shot, Yin He was A-level, and Nightingale was S-level.There wouldn't be so many people wanting to be high-level players if one shot would wipe their health to zero.

But the pain and numbness they felt at the moment of being shot will always exist unless drugs are used to relieve it.

The previous player died because he was hunted down, and he didn't have much health.

Nightingale stroked the trigger thoughtfully, her eyes were filled with calmness.The more unresponsive it looks, the more terrifying it is.

"Won't you do it on purpose?"

"If I hit you on purpose, I lose. But I won't lose, I want to win."

Nightingale gently placed the revolver gun on the gaming table. The collision between the two was almost silent, and the air was too quiet.

"I'll play with you."

"The old rule is that a bullet has [-] mental power. But we play differently, so we count as an empty bullet."

"You fired a blank bullet on me, ten thousand."

Yin He asked: "What if you fired live bullets at me?"

That is impossible.

He still has this bit of self-confidence, which can be seen from Yin He's unusually serious expression, as if he suddenly understood something.Swallowing back the words that slipped to his lips, his eyes were filled with a dark color: "Any one condition."

"Let me mention it casually?"

"You can mention it as you like."

The game became more and more exciting. It was the first time I heard that playing this kind of death game would put one's fate on the opponent's body.These two people are also lunatics. They are not afraid of the other party intentionally hurting themselves, and they don't seem to care about this little pain at all.

"You go first." Nightingale was once a gentleman.

Yin He was also polite for a rare time: "Your Excellency Nightingale will go first."

"I prefer you to call me dear." Nightingale leaned over to approach Yin He. This was a very intimate gesture. His eyes were full of smiles, but the close look at each other made people feel a strong sense of oppression, "But I want you first."

Everyone thought they were flirting, only Yin He could discern the chill hidden in Nightingale.He took the initiative to move forward, and gently pressed a kiss on the corner of Nightingale's mouth, with an affectionate and tender tone: "The one with the greatest charm is preferred, my dear."