After finishing speaking, a trace of sarcasm flashed in Zhen Long's eyes, obviously he didn't believe that Ye Hao would really play with him like this.

"good."

Ye Hao didn't reach out to snatch Zhen Long's cell phone at this moment, but picked up the revolver and shot himself in the temple.

"Crack!"

With a soft sound, Ye Hao was intact.

And the smile on Zhen Long's face froze instantly, and instantly became extremely ugly.

He never expected Ye Hao to be so decisive, and at the moment Ye Hao shot, Zhen Long felt that something in his heart had cooled down.

Ye Hao threw the revolver in front of Zhen Long, and said flatly, "Your Majesty Zhen, it's your turn."

Zhen Long subconsciously took the revolver, but the corners of his eyes twitched crazily. After a long time, he pressed the revolver to his temple, and pulled the trigger with a distorted expression.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound, and the gun was still empty, but Zhen Long's face was extremely pale in an instant.

"Shizi Zhen, I have to admit that your luck is very good."

Ye Hao took the revolver, smiled lightly, and then shot his right hand to the temple.

Empty gun.

But Zhen Long's expression changed instantly.

Ye Hao blew on the revolver, and said with a faint smile: "It seems that my luck is also very good."

The moment Ye Hao handed the revolver to Zhen Long, Zhen Long's pupils couldn't help constricting this time.

His hand, which took up the revolver again, trembled slightly.

The person who invented the revolver back then probably never imagined that someone would use it to play such a terrible game.

Such a game is a huge test of a person's self-confidence, tolerance, and character.

Only a fearless person would dare to pull the trigger casually. At least from what Zhen Long saw, he was already inferior to Ye Hao in this regard.

Ye Hao could pull the trigger at will, twice, but Zhen Long couldn't.

This level of courage is far from enough for him, and this may be the biggest gap between him and Ye Hao.

When Zhen Long thinks he is not afraid of death, and thinks that the situation is calm, before the gate of hell is reached, everything will be meaningless.

Zhen Long was holding the revolver, his right hand was trembling uncontrollably at this moment, he pulled the trigger several times, but he lost his courage at the last moment.

Ye Hao looked playful, and said: "Shizi Zhen, if you are afraid, kneel down and beg me now, and I can consider letting you go."

"Crack!"

Ye Hao's words ignited the little anger in his heart, and the next moment, Zhen Long pulled the trigger fiercely.

Accompanied by the sound, the sweat on Zhen Long's forehead dripped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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