Curly knelt in the front row and said, "Big sister." ”

"Who is the eldest sister, I am as beautiful as a flower, you dare to call me eldest sister" Lin Qingyan reprimanded sharply.

Curly changed his words quickly, "It's not the eldest sister, it's not the eldest sister, it's the aunt." ”

"Grandma, are you in a better mood?"

Lin Qingyan shook her head innocently and said, "No, if you sing me a song, I'll see if I can feel better." ”

Curly looked embarrassed, "Grandma, are you sure you want me to sing, Grandma, I think you still don't want me to sing, I'm afraid of scaring you." ”

"In that case, let's sing" Lin Qingyan stepped on the sofa, and his arm was naturally on the raised leg.

Curly coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and sang, "My love is like a tide.......

Curly Mao only sang one sentence, but the second sentence hadn't been sung yet, Lin Qingyan covered her ears and said irritably: "Others ask for money when they sing, but you sing badly." ”

"That's what Grandma said," Curly echoed.

Lin Qingyan chuckled, opened the chamber of the gun, checked how many bullets there were, directly unloaded the extra five, leaving only one bullet, and said to everyone, "Why don't we play a game." ”

"What game does Grandma want to play?" asked the white man first.

Lin Qingyan held her chin with one hand and said, "There doesn't seem to be much to play in general games, it's better for us to play betting, whoever wins, I'll let you go, I calculated that the odds of you are still very high." ”

Everyone is messing around outside, why don't they understand what Lin Qingyan means by gambling on their lives.

Everyone's chance is only half the time.

Maybe you'll survive, or you'll be able to see Hades in the next second.

Lin Qingyan clasped the plate on her forehead with her right hand, and only heard a squeak under everyone's eyes, but no bullet came out.

"It's empty" Lin Qingyan spread her hands extremely innocently, her eyes swept around the kneeling crowd, and casually threw the gun directly at the white man's feet.

"It's your turn."

The white man looked at the gun in front of him and trembled nervously, his fingers trembling in the air, and he never touched the gun.

Curly reached out and slapped the white man directly on the back of the head, "Hurry up, my aunt and grandmother have given it to you." ”

The white man hesitated to reach for the gun, trembling and holding it to his forehead, never pulling the trigger.

Lin Qingyan shook her head irritably, "It's boring." ”

Lin Qingyan yawned and looked at the bomb in her hand.

The white man pulled the trigger in his hand, still an empty bullet.

The white man slumped on the ground like a deflated ball.

Lin Qingyan said: "Pass it down." ”

The white man was so frightened by Curly's gaze that he threw the gun to the man behind him.

I don't know how many people the gun reached, but I heard a loud bang, and a small minion was shot directly on the ground and died.

After the man who had climbed to the fourth floor heard a loud noise, he was stunned for a moment and instinctively quickened his pace, and even the white and dull man glanced at each other, their eyes full of worry.

When the man climbed up to the tenth floor, he saw that it was indeed a group of people kneeling at Lin Qingyan's feet.

A woman who had been found crazy and was about to die sat there like a queen.

For some reason, the man was inexplicably relieved.

The dull man's face was expressionless, and when he saw the girl sitting there alive, an imperceptible crack actually cracked.

The corners of Bai's mouth raised an arc after worrying, and he said, "Well, is this an elf?"

How could an elf be subdued casually.

The man coughed lightly, and said in a bad tone, "It's very comfortable, everyone worships."