Chapter 861

Now, the gun is in Wang Kuan's hands.

Human life has always been a process of selection and being selected.

Being chosen is fate. Fate will determine a person in what kind of situation, will determine a person's birth is poor or rich, will determine a person's road is flat or rough, will determine a person's luck is good or bad.

Fate is unpredictable. No one but God can grasp it.

And the choice is made by man himself. Is it the choice between poverty and baseness, wealth and power? Or do you choose to live in peace?

Do you study hard, or do you choose to play games and lose your mind? Do you choose to live in poverty and live happily, or do you choose to go forward bravely and fight to death?

Every choice will write a life.

Every section of life is creating various choices.

Now, Wang Kuan is undoubtedly at the key point of his life. His choice now is heavy and decisive for his future. Choose the Jedi to fight back and live to death? Or do you choose to give up and beg for mercy and live on?

Do you choose to be a coward or a warrior?

It's a tough choice.

Wang Kuan fell into a painful tangle. This tangled state virtually lengthened Wang Kuan's time, making Wang Kuan's time as long as a year.

But time doesn't wait.

Ten seconds, fleeting.

When Lin Changlong counts to the seventh second, Wang Kuan, who is extremely tangled, has aimed his gun at Lin Changlong's head. In reality, the power of guns is very huge. It's not as understated as described in movies and TV dramas. It's not a joke to blow one's head off. If Lin Changlong pulls the trigger, in 0.001 seconds, the bullet will fly out and enter Lin Changlong's head with powerful kinetic energy.

Although the human head can be said to be the hardest part of the human body, to resist bullets is like using an egg to smash granite. Apart from crushing, there is only crushing. If Wang Kuan dares to shoot, Lin Changlong's skull will be lifted by Wang Kuan's bullets.

It's absolutely that Da Luo Jinxian can't save Lin Changlong, neither can Taishang Laojun's jiuzhuan huanhun pill. It's definitely dead. It can't be dead anymore.

But the corresponding consequence is that Wang Kuan will have a dangerous gunfight to see if he can escape from the sky under the bullets of the eight shooters. This possibility is very small, but it does exist.

"Eight..."

When Lin Changlong counted to the eighth second, Wang Kuan's finger had been pressed on the trigger of the pistol. The muzzle of the pistol was dark, like the deep pupil of the God of death in the dark night. He was casting his eyes longing for death and his desire for life. Lin Changlong's fingers trembled slightly, and his whole body softened, as tired as after a night with ten women.

Press down?

Don't press down?

What should I do?

What should I do?

What should I do?

In Lin Changlong's brain, there are a lot of question marks, which then turn into a pile of fragmented mosaics, stacked together, making Lin Changlong's head dizzy and unable to think. In Lin Changlong's heart, there was a battle between man and nature. Just like those idiotic TV dramas, there are two angels in Lin Changlong's heart, a dark angel and a bright angel.

The bright angel and the dark angel are having a heated debate, which represents the war between the two ideas in Lin Changlong's heart.

The angel of light said: "bear for a while, calm, step back, the sea and the sky, Han Xin was able to bear the humiliation of his crotch. Anyway, there is no future for the blue and white Festival. It's better to accept advice and protect your life, and then turn over a new leaf and start a new life. Maybe after this event, you will have a great insight, your talent will advance by leaps and bounds, and become a great rapper comparable to moye in a day

The dark angel said, "endure what? Don't be a dog! Damn it! If a man dies, a bird will die! Go to the ball! Count the ball! How can you shrink back when you are a man of seven feet, upright and upright? Go fight! Ap Jie Lop! There's a big scar on my head! Do it! You can lose everything, but you can't lose a man's face! "

The battle between these two ideas is more and more fierce, and Lin Changlong has counted to the ninth second.

Everyone's eyes fall on Wang Kuan. No one knows what kind of thinking Wang Kuan's heart is, and no one wants to know what kind of thinking Wang Kuan's heart is. All people just expect Wang Kuan to make a choice!

Luo's brothers and sisters only feel sad, especially Luo Huijuan. She has slept with many men, so she knows a lot about men. In Luo Huijuan's opinion, Wang Kuan is sure to give advice. A real man can either escape with wisdom, just like those witty figures in history. Or to get away with bravery, and the real brave man, long before Lin Changlong left to grab the moment, directly opened fire!

If you want to fight back, you can't hesitate, you have to be quick and ruthless, you have to be quick and cover your ears!

But Wang Kuan is a mother-in-law, tangled like a Wen Qing, and Luo Huijuan despises it very much. She thinks that Wang Kuan is better to play the flute under the moon than to be the boss of a blue and white club! These people... Ha ha

"Ten!" Lin Changlong's voice was slow, counting to the tenth second. Lin Changlong's eyes didn't even deliberately look at Wang Kuan. Luo Huijuan's eyes were venomous. She could see that Wang Kuan was a big counsellor. Naturally, Lin Changlong could also see that Wang Kuan was a big counsellor!

This kind of counsellor, still hesitant, rambling, is doomed to be difficult to become a climate!

Sure enough

Just when Lin Changlong counted to the tenth second, Wang Kuan's face changed greatly. His whole body convulsed like an electric shock. He suddenly lost his gun and threw it away. Then he looked at the gun on the ground like a demon!

He counseled! He winced! He has no courage to fight! He knows, he's afraid of death! Risking his life to be a hero, that's not him!

Wang Kuan's tears came down. And the members of the blue and white club, looking at Wang Kuan's eyes, have become disdain and disdain. Since then, they will no longer treat Wang Kuan as their own boss. When Wang Kuan was talking and singing, he always boasted about "fighting against the emperor and defeating heaven" and "sweeping Yanjing and shaking China". He boasted that he was rare in the sky and unparalleled on the ground. People really think that Wang Kuan is a ruthless man, comparable to van der Biao in the north. Who knows that Wang Kuan is a Siberian. He can brag when he makes small fights and become a dog when he sees a big battle!

Lin Changlong had expected this. He picked up his pistol and said coldly, "Wang Kuan? Blue and white club boss? The godfather of rap? I Pooh! I'll give you a chance to use it! I thought your lyrics were so good. You are a great character! But it's normal. It's hard to die. You're afraid of death. It's normal! "