This down-and-out uncle seems to have sensed that the opportunity for a counterattack is coming, and his eyes are almost shining.

Ji Baimo also looked at it with interest, it seemed that he liked to see Yan Bai like this, and he also wanted to know if Yan Bai would bring him a different surprise, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, standing beside Yan Bai without any movement.

"Hmm...... Russian turntable, how? Yan Bai seemed to think for a while, and then spoke to the uncle in front of him, his eyes were pure and clear, as if he didn't know how cruel the game he was talking about was.

The uncle in front of him took a big breath of cold air, and was frightened by Yan Bai's words, and the people around him who were originally fiddling with their own gambling games also wanted to gather their eyes one after another, for the same reason, one is that their gambling game turned out to be a Russian turntable, which is simply a game that only crazy people can play, and secondly, it is surprising, originally playing the Russian turntable was enough to surprise them, but when they looked at the people who spoke, they had a sense of the world's mystery, who were they and where they were......

A little Lori who looks so cute says this game so unchangeably, this kind of picture is really a little inexplicably chilling.

Ji Baimo was also a little surprised, but he regained his calm in an instant, and everything that happened to Yan Bai seemed to be very normal.

The Russian Wheel is a brutal game in which participants place a bullet in the magazine of a revolver with six bullet holes, rotate the magazine randomly, and the player picks up the pistol and shoots himself in the temple.

If the bullet is not fired, the player can get a large sum of money, if the bullet is fired, the player will be killed, this is a game of life, and if you lose, you will die.

"You agreed to the gamble, but you can't play tricks~" Yan Bai curled the corners of his mouth, looking at the middle-aged uncle who was retreating opposite, his voice was sweet and soft, but it was invisibly with a little imperceptible chill.

"This ...... This...... No guns, change the game ......" The middle-aged uncle stumbled and only said this sentence in the end.

"Guns, I have them." Ji Baimo took out a revolver from his arms, bent down and handed it into Yan Bai's hand, and then gently spoke in Yan Bai's ear.

"Have fun, little one, I'm going to be very sad if you die." The voice is still light, with a somewhat sultry tail, saying that it is sad but I can't hear the feeling of sadness.

Ji Baimo narrowed his eyes, and suddenly imagined in his mind the appearance of Yan Bai's head splashing with blood, that appearance must be very beautiful, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and for a while, the eyes hidden under the lenses were beautiful.

Yan Bai calmly took the revolver into his hand, reversed the weight, and then opened the magazine, and in the six bullet holes, two bullets were randomly put in, and after getting it, he closed the magazine and turned it at will.

"Then the game starts, I'll come first~" Yan Bai hooked the corners of her mouth, her eyes were shining, and she put the gun hole on her temple, looking at it made people panic and frightened, but she didn't feel it at all, as if the person who was playing the game with her life was not her.

She's crazy, crazy crazy, that's the first thought that comes to everyone's mind.