How could it not be desperate......

Two consecutive misses of target.

This means that the parts of the body are cut off again.

Amid the cheers of the diners, it was the thumb and index finger of the right hand that were cut off this time.

Ding Candle only felt that compared to the other party's terrible screams, the knife in his abdomen or something didn't seem to be so unbearable.

In the remaining four swords, neither side made any mistakes, but the mistakes of both sides made the shooters on both sides extremely nervous, and the results thrown out were very average.

The remaining four knives of Mahaku are basically hovering between the third ring and the fifth ring, and the other party's situation is even worse, they even threw out one ring, only a little bit almost missed the target again.

All ten knives were over, and immediately someone came up to count the total number of rings.

Ding Zhu reluctantly raised his head and looked at the LED screen, which was constantly tumbling the rings on both sides, and after constantly scrolling out a string of dazzling numbers, the numbers on both sides were frozen at 44, which are two identical numbers.

The host also exclaimed, and her beautiful face was more of an uncontrollable excitement: "Oh my God, there was a draw, but what if we only have one reward?" ”

The diners below seemed to utter the same answer as if in unison: "Extra! Extra game! ”

Ding Zhu, who seemed to have been fished out of the water, was sweating all over his body, not hot, but cold to the bone.

In addition to her physical pain, the main reason for the cold sweat was nothing else, it was her powerlessness against fate, she did not like to leave her fate in the hands of others, but now she was a lamb to the slaughter, completely powerless to struggle.

She didn't even have the strength to express her horror other than a deep gasp.

In the end, there was an extra game.

Ding Zhu once had an accident that there were rules for this game, but until now I didn't know that the so-called rules were the mood of these diners below, they were the gods who controlled the performance, whether it was her death or her life, in the eyes of these diners, it was just a simple game.

An extra knife is the winner of this knife.

Ding Zhu first set her eyes on the other group, from her point of view, there was no way to see the expression of the young man tied to the disc, but she could clearly observe the expression of the thrower, she watched the emotions on his face change from helpless to panicked, to nervous, to finally quiet, it seemed that in a very short period of time he had fully adjusted his emotions and was ready.

Finally, she saw the pitcher nodding.

Ding Candle's eyes immediately narrowed, why did he nod? What must have been a consensus? What will be the consensus?

Almost at the moment when the question popped up, Ding Zhu had already flashed the electric answer in his mind.

Are they fighting with their bodies?

Definitely.

The reward given is two things, one is a trading card, and the other is a powerful potion, obviously, the trading card is what your side wants the most, so what does the other party want? Is it an exchange card? If they choose to swap cards, the next inning will be a complete target and a scarred or even disabled pitcher.

The odds are too low, so the prize they want to get is definitely a powerful potion.

There is no way to know how powerful the powerful potion is, but if you make a bold guess, you may be able to flesh and bones. If this is the case, the other party will regain his health once again by using this powerful potion, and all wounds and disabilities will be healed.

After all, they are old people, and it is absolutely impossible for them to be injured for the first time in the battle with themselves now, they may have been injured before, but when they appeared just now, they were completely healthy, which indirectly shows that in fact, there are medicines that can treat the injuries on their bodies in this shop. And judging from the current situation, the most likely drug is the powerful potion.

Since it is important to have such an effect, it is easy to infer the thoughts and practices of these two people.

Give up your body, let the pitcher stick a knife on his body, and try to win the game with a big score like nine points and ten points.

When he realized the opponent's tactics, there were only two ways in front of Ding Candle, either to imply that Mashiro would do the same, and still have a chance to win the game, or simply admit defeat, and then continue to drag the current team configuration to the next game without any situation being changed.

No one wants to choose between these two choices, but the lesser of two evils is the lesser of two choices, and Ding Zhu did not hesitate to give a hint to Zhenbai.

If it weren't for the fact that she was covered with hair, Zhenbai would definitely have a cold attack all over her body after receiving this hint, and now she is no better, but in Ding Candle's insistent gaze, Zhenbai can only grit her teeth and agree.

After a whistle blew, the pitchers on both sides threw their knives almost simultaneously.

Sure enough, the people on both sides chose the same tactic, and as the diners cheered, two throwing knives appeared in the center of the target.

Bloody.

The hosts were so happy that they almost jumped, "Oh my God, they all hit a high number of rings, how many are they?" Let me take a look, let me see! She ran here for a while, and then ran to the other side to take a look, and her whole body exuded a kind of spring. A radiant breath.

"Wow, wow, the rings are very, very close, even I'm starting to get nervous!" The host blinked at the two people, and smiled more and more: "Is it the little kitten who won?" Or did the old man's side win? Or is it another draw? ”

Ding Zhu felt that she was very painful, very painful, this feeling of not being able to get a place in her heart made people almost go crazy, and even sometimes she would rather be killed like this, than to keep delaying time to create hot spots and climaxes. ”

"I see the results!" The host was looking at the expressions of Ding Zhu and the other teenager with a smile, as if she was appreciating their pain, and as if she was enjoying the pleasure brought by this kind of other people's pain, her fingers slid over the two of them, revealing an innocent expression: "Do you two want to know the result?" ”

"Think, think, think!" Ding Zhu and the young man did not speak, but the interest of the diners below had been extremely aroused by the host, and they had even stood on the stools and applauded one by one.

"The ...... of the Ten Rings" the host Yingying smiled, and his fingers suddenly stopped: "It's you!" ”