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Chapter 113 Medieval Slave Game

"After three beeps, the coin in my hand will be tossed upwards. The head represents the Duke, and the tail represents the Chief. The winner will draw the card first!"

The clear voice of the croupier spread throughout the audience, and the audience held their breath, their eyes fixed on the coin in the air.

However, the two sides facing each other are indifferent, one is gloomy and cold, and the other is cold and absolute.

With a snap, the coin was caught by the croupier.

Ji Chuxiao and Mu Cenhuan shifted their gazes in the same way, watching the croupier slowly open his hands, the coin shining brightly under the light.

"The other side!"

Cen Huan's heart skipped a beat, she didn't know what it felt like, they had won, but she felt a chill down her spine.

Qin Chengjue narrowed his eyes, stroked his thin lips with his fingers, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "It seems that Xiao Huan'er has brought me good luck."

The surrounding atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point, especially when he said this.The croupier felt that the Duke might raise his gun in the next second.

With trembling fingers, he took out the prepared cards, spread them out in an arc like flowing clouds and flowing water, and nodded sideways to Qin Chengjue, "Chief Qin, please draw first!"

Cen Huan's eyes fell on those slender hands, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what kind of cards he wanted him to draw.

The cards specially prepared for Russian roulette are very special. Many of them are empty cards. It is very likely that two people draw empty cards at the same time, and there are also one person, one empty card and one non-empty card.

Qin Chengjue randomly drew a card and let Cen Huan see the card without any scruples.

An empty card!
Cen Huan became nervous, and stared closely at Mu Junyao who was opposite him. He felt cold all over his body when he met the man's cold gaze.

She didn't want Qin Chengjue to win, but she didn't want Mu Junyao to win either.

The best ending is that he also draws empty cards!
"Duke, please draw cards!"

The atmosphere at the scene was terrifyingly quiet, and even the slight friction sound when Mu Junyao drew cards could be clearly heard.

His slender fingers rested on the cards, as if deliberately torturing people's hearts, and the speed of drawing cards was extremely slow.

Cen Huan's chest was terribly dry, his breath whipped and rubbed against his chest like rattan, every inch of tension was extremely clear.

She saw the killing intent in his eyes, the real killing intent, similarly, she knew that Qin Chengjue would not be soft on him.

In this game, there must be blood!
"Both of you, please show your cards!"

That pair of beautiful hands turned indifferently at the same time, but everyone present gasped.

Two cards - the same!
Empty cards!

"draw!"

Cen Huan breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a thin layer of sweat on his back, and he looked at Ji Chuxiao and Mu Junyao who were facing him.

The man's face was still frosty, his eyes were full of coldness, and there was a hint of murderous intent.

Ji Chuxiao has been staring at Cen Huan, wishing he could go and grab Hua's face.

Sitting next to Mu Junyao, she could completely feel the violence in his body, which was an uncontrollable desire to destroy.

She has experienced this feeling countless times - it's called jealousy!
There was a sigh of relief around, most of them breathed a sigh of relief, no one would hope that this gamble would really see blood.

"It seems that God is not willing to let some of us get hurt." Qin Chengjue narrowed his eyes with some regret, and looked sideways at the expressions of the people around him.

"There are still two rounds. Chief Qin will have the opportunity to experience the feeling of being a target."

Mu Junyao's cold voice came from the opposite side, whipping people's hearts down and down, like a curse from the depths of hell, with a cold breath from the depths of darkness.

Qin Chengjue smiled without any effect, instead he leaned on the chair more casually, noble as a sleepy vampire.

(End of this chapter)