urban fascination

Chapter 147: Send three darts to determine life and death

"This, Long really doesn't know."

"These are not important." Hu Baiqiang paused, "What Hu meant, let these two brothers play darts in front of us, let us open our eyes and add to the fun, just in time with the autumn rain outside, Get on the beat."

Outside the window, the autumn rain gradually increased, and the water curtain falling from the top of the building gathered into streams of water, flowing down the diversion trough with a clattering sound.

"Since Brother Hu is so interested, Long can only agree. If he doesn't agree, he will lose face to Brother Hu." Long Tianxiang replied with a nod.

"Brother Long is really straightforward." Hu Baiqiang smiled, "Hu has heard that anyone who plays darts accurately does not necessarily have to be a real skill. Only when he can hit and catch can he see his skill. Since this little brother is very skilled , Hu believes that darts must have been mastered. Hu has a suggestion, let the two brothers play three darts with each other, you can hide or catch, and the one who is hit will be judged to be a loser. This game method is fresh and exciting. I believe Brother Long is as curious as Hu, and he must want to broaden his horizons." After speaking, he laughed loudly.

Long Tianxiang was taken aback, and playing darts with each other was a dangerous way to play, and at least he would be injured, or his life would be in danger.Zhihao is kind to himself, he protects Rouyu with all his heart, rescues Rouyu twice, and has made great contributions to the Qinglong Society. How can Zhihao be allowed to take such a risk again?

Long Tianxiang didn't know what to do, so he looked at Zhihao.

Now that the arrow is on the string, it has to be launched, what is there to retreat?Zhihao secretly gritted his teeth, at worst he reacted quickly and dodged quickly, thinking that his opponent might not be able to hurt himself.Thinking of this, Zhihao smiled slightly and nodded.

"Since brother Hu said so, then Long can only agree." Long Tianxiang smiled and nodded, readily agreeing.

"Hurry up and speak quickly, Brother Long is even more forthright than Hu imagined." Hu Baiqiang also smiled.

At that moment, Zhihao walked into the arena slowly, and the one who came out of the ### gang was called a donkey, Zhihao naturally recognized it.

At this moment, the donkey's eyes were full of malice. He was hurt twice by the kid in front of him. Although he was still terrified, his desire for revenge was far greater than his fear.

We have reason to believe that the normal psychology of calling a donkey at this time should be fear.Those who have never fought Zhihao may be lucky, but the donkey has been in contact with Zhihao twice, so he should know Zhihao's skills, why did he dare to stand up tonight?

Man, he didn't have a long memory twice, so what awaits him is probably more than auspicious.There are only three things, can there be any good results for the third time?

Readers must still remember that the first time Zhihao called Donkey to attack Zhihao and Rouyu failed, Zhihao tied him to a tree and confiscated the darts; the second time Zhihao rescued Rouyu, he injured the wrists of Minglu and others .The donkey's wrist is just right, and he comes out to challenge him again. He really doesn't know how to live or die. He is looking for bad luck and can't blame others.

When the donkey came out, Yun Dongming, who was beside Hu Baiqiang, felt a thump in his heart, and the arm that had been pierced by Zhihao's dart suddenly felt a dull pain.

Yun Dongming clearly knows that although the dart called Donkey started practicing at a young age, he hits every shot with great skill, but this magical young man in front of him is too frightening. This time, I am afraid there will be no return.

Yun Dongming wanted to remind Hu Baiqiang, but the boss had already spoken, and the donkey had already entered the field, so Yun Dongming didn't dare to say more, and could only sweat secretly for the donkey, praying that God had eyes to let the donkey get through this time difficulties.

At that moment, Minglu and Zhihao stood in front of dozens of people from the two gangs, more than 20 meters apart, and Minglu's three darts were already in their hands.

"You go first." Zhihao said with a blank expression on his face.

What a boldness this is, confident but not arrogant, calm and calm.Although Zhihao hasn't practiced darts for a long time, he has already mastered the secrets of darts, coupled with his internal strength, in terms of strength, the donkey in front of him, even if he practiced for another 20 years, he might not be Zhihao's opponent. Zhihao naturally has this confidence.

Even so, Zhihao didn't dare to take it too seriously, concentrated his thoughts and concentrated his attention, staring at the donkey's right hand, just waiting for the donkey to send the dart, he chose to dodge or dodge, or catch it with his hand, and acted on the spot.

There is another thing in the malicious eyes of the donkey, which is erratic self-confidence.Calling Donkey's self-confidence comes from the extraordinary accuracy and strength of the wrist that he has practiced since he was a child.Calling a donkey is born to be a very accurate thrower. It is said that when I was a child, I played stone throwing with my friends, and none of my peers in a radius of several miles could beat calling a donkey.Later, the donkey became obsessed with darts, and after a few years of hard work, he practiced the stunt of piercing Yang with a hundred shots and hitting a hundred shots, which no one can match.

No wonder Hu Baiqiang let the donkey call out so confidently. Hu Baiqiang was very clear about the stunt of calling the donkey, and he was confident.

Calling Donkey's self-confidence is more or less reluctant.As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, afraid of well ropes for ten years, and injured by Zhihao twice when calling a donkey, the shadow has already been planted in his heart, which cannot be easily eliminated in a day or two.Calling the donkey to be confident in his accomplishments in darts, he glanced at the boy 20 meters away, with a fierce light in his eyes, revealing a glint of something shiny, his right wrist moved slightly, telling the donkey to send a dart.

Ask the donkey to admit that the kid in front of him is very accurate in darts and fast, but the person who can really shoot darts accurately is me, the donkey, and the two times he suffered a loss because he still shot the darts, so he caught the darts. The boy's way, this time is different, the dart is already in the hand, the dart is in the hand, who is the donkey afraid of?It's time to show this kid what real darts are.

The donkey moved his right hand slightly, or he could not see his movement, and suddenly shot a dart, with a slight sound of piercing the air, like a speck of dust in the cold wind on a winter night, if there is no full sensitivity, if there is no legendary listening With the ability to distinguish the position by sound, he doesn't know where the dart is sent from, and he doesn't have a little time to react, and it has already rushed straight to Zhihao's face.

At this moment, Zhihao hadn't made any moves yet.The members of the Azure Dragon Society were shocked, Long Tianxiang's face was solemn, and Rouyu almost screamed out.

Zhihao couldn't help but admire the dart called donkey.From the point of view of darts skills and practice skills alone, it is not an exaggeration to call Lu Lu the teacher of Zhihao.It's a pity that the dart called donkey is not supported by a magical power. In Zhihao's eyes, although the accuracy is not bad, it's just a bit slower, like a leaf flying over lightly, Zhihao can see it clearly .

In the triumphant eyes of all the brethren of the ### gang, in the apprehensive eyes of all the brothers of the Qinglong Society, in the moment when Rouyu was so frightened that she didn't even dare to look, and the moment she covered her eyes with her tender hands, Zhihao's hand , I don’t know when I lifted it up, and I was holding the donkey’s dart, a few inches away from the center of my eyebrows, and firmly grasped it in my hand. The tip of the dart was already close to the center of my eyebrows.

The restless hearts of the brothers of the Qinglong Society finally returned to their stomachs. Rouyu let go of her hands tremblingly, and her timid eyes stared at Zhihao motionlessly, as if to see clearly whether there was any trace of blood between Zhihao's eyebrows. Flowing down, the heart is still pounding, and the sweat in the palm of the hand is already moist.

"First dart." Zhihao put the darts into his pocket, watched the donkey, and reported the number.