Zuo Jie looked at his daughter lightly, his tone was a little light, "Isn't the last item a knife inserted into all fours? The survival rate of this item is still very high."
"Dad, even if this knife is not inserted into an important key, he may still die of excessive blood loss..."
Zuo Jie stretched out his hand to intercept what she wanted to say, "An An, this man is so heartless. If you don't teach him a lesson, I will not be sorry for you, and it will be difficult for me to swallow it. Whether he can survive or not is God's will."
He said, and stood up and walked slowly to Ling Ang, "Let's do this, except for the last one of these 6 tortures, you will definitely die. Are you lucky enough to escape this disaster?
It depends on your luck.”
He asked someone to write all six tortures on the turntable and then turned the turntable.
"Ling Ang, have you seen it? The turntable shows the torture you are going to suffer. If you want to shoot at the turntable, you will have to bear the item of bullets, but..."
He paused for a moment, his eyes drifted to Wang Aoshuang, and he slowly said, "I want this woman to shoot."
Wang Aoshuang's eyes gathered for a moment, and a frenzy of panic surged in her heart...
Didn’t she ask Ling Ang to die? Although Ling Ang taught her how to shoot, her skills were not very good, and the turntable kept turning, how could she hit that item "stomach into the limbs"
knife."
She shook her head, "No, I don't want to shoot..."
Zuo Jie spoke insidiously, "If you don't shoot, I'll let him bear the most extreme one."
Wang Aoshuang's breathing paused, slowly looking back at Ling Ang, her eyes as flustered as feathers everywhere.
She should not shoot at the turntable. There are five counts on it that are tragic and gambled. If she wins one of them, then Ling Angjiu will be ruined by her hands.
How could she do such a thing? What's the difference between this and killing him with her own hands?
She doesn't want to be a tycoon!...
She suddenly snatched the gun from Ling Ang's hand and pointed it at her temple.
Because Wang Aoshuang was standing too close, Ling Ang did not expect her to do this for a moment, and his face changed so much that he changed his face, "Aoshuang, what do you want to dare to do?"
Wang Aoshuang glanced at him and slowly looked at Zuo An and his daughter, "Actually, what you have always hated me the most, and I hope that the person who died is also me. Now I can realize your wish immediately. But I am dead.
After that, you must let Ang go, everything has nothing to do with him.”
Zuo Jie sneered, "In the past, I hope you will die the most, but now I hope you two will die together, because my daughter cannot get the person I will destroy him and not let anyone get it. Even if you
Now that I can kill myself with one shot, I will still kill Ling Ang.”
"You..." Wang Aoshuang looked at the narrow-minded old man, speechless in anger...
"Ao Shuang, don't be so discouraged. Isn't there one that is not fatal? As long as you hit that one, I will definitely survive." Ling Ang comforted her vigorously, trying to calm her down.
"But, I'm afraid I won't hit..." Her voice trembled.
"Don't be afraid, as long as you have one percent chance, you have to try it. Give up without trying it. This is a pity, and it means giving up the only chance in vain."