Get the wrong gun?

The three kings almost fell to the ground when they heard this. The Western King's fat face twitched even more violently, like a small bowl of shaking tofu flowers. The kid also told him seriously in the afternoon that he should not let the housekeeper kill, and he should be sincere and tolerant, but now he used a wrong gun to make excuses for this matter.

At the same time, the Western King absolutely did not believe that Chu Tian, ​​who was cautious in doing things, would take the wrong gun. She gathered her eyes and swept her towards Chu Tian's eyes, trying to see something from the window of her heart. As a result, there was nothing else except a hint of apology and innocence. At this moment, the Western King could not stop his mind from being in a trance:

Did you really get the wrong gun?

When the Three Kings, who knew the inside story, swallowed their saliva in confusion, Butler Fu was also stunned by lightning. His steady as if he was as stable as Mount Tai had fallen apart at this moment. Looking at the three corpses and blood on the ground that had exploded their heads, his hands trembled uncontrollably.

His gang leader ordered many people to be killed, but this was the first time he killed someone himself.

"Butler Fu is really majestic and domineering."

Chu Tian walked out of guilt, and a series of harsh applause sounded with his hands: "It is rumored that Butler Fu has never killed anyone and seen blood. He unexpectedly killed three lives as soon as he fired tonight. His technique was straightforward and clean, and his face was not timid. He really deserved to be the butler of Heshengtang."

The three kings smiled bitterly: Is this a compliment?

Butler Fu's mouth twitched, and his hand holding the gun suddenly tightened, but soon let go without a trace. The frog not far away saw three companions being killed on the spot, and one of them fell several meters away in blood. He became hysterical again and tried his best to rush over.

The four cousins ​​He Sheng suppressed him so that he would not fight to the death as if he was ready to die. The frog could only cry and shout to the sky: "Old Fu, kill them! You kill them! I will make you die a bad death! I will definitely kill you, and I will definitely kill you to take revenge."

"Then I'll kill you first."

Butler Fu, who killed three people in a row, seemed to have no way out, and seemed to want to kill them all. He held the pistol and walked towards the frog. The fear of killing for the first time was completely suppressed by anger. Old Fu showed a murderous aura and walked to the frog with great strides, raising his hand and shooting him in the head:

Click!

He was stunned and then pressed: Krak!

No bullets! No gunshots! The pistol that had just killed three people went on strike at this moment. No matter how Butler Fu pulled the trigger, it was silent. The frog began to stare at Butler Fu with a sense of death. When he saw that the bullet could not be shot at the muzzle, it turned into a sneer, and his eyes showed a profound malice.

He knew that if the gun had bullets, Butler Fu would have exploded his head three times.

The frog's voice became cold: "Old Fu, you are cruel enough!"

His voice became trembling due to the extreme hatred, with a coldness rising from hell. Even the master Fu, who had seen strong winds and rain, shivered slightly at this moment. He knew that if he gave the frog a knife, he would definitely cut himself into pieces.

So he pulled the trigger again, click! There was still no gunshot.

"Excuse me,,,"

Chu Tian walked to Butler Fu slowly, took the gun that had been silent, and showed a trace of sincere guilt on his face: "I forgot to fill this gun with bullets. It seems that it only has three bullets. Butler Fu, you can't afford to kill the frog even if you deduct it a hundred times."

Chu Tian held the gun handle, and there was no sweat stain on it, clean! A touch of incomprehensible taste flashed in his eyes, which was very strange and cunning, but this tiny move did not make people notice it. Then he opened the magazine, and there was indeed no bullet on it: "I have been having too much fun recently."

"I have a lot of poor memory, I feel ashamed."

The three kings were stunned again, their eyes were much deeper.

The Western King suddenly thought of something, and his face changed slightly. Butler Fu was a little unreasonable at this time. Without guns, he went to hide from his cousin He Sheng's dagger, but was quickly pulled by Chu Tian's eyes and hands, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Butler Fu, forget it! Don't kill him anymore."

He raised his head and looked at Butler Fu and sighed: "You have been empty-handed for four times, which proves that the frog should not die. Just so happens that I need him to bring a message to the white paper fan, so there is no need for you to stab him to death, let alone you have three spies killed, and no matter how great the hatred is, it should be vented."

Butler Fu was shocked: "Young Marshal, he,"

Before he could finish his words, Chu Tian waved his hand gently: "Don't worry, he won't take revenge on you! With me here, anyone can kill you?" Then he turned his head slightly to He Sheng's cousin: "Take the frog down and find a good doctor to treat him. Remember, you must look at him!"

The four brothers all bowed their heads: "Yes!"

In the surprise of Butler Fu, the frog with a sad face burst into laughter, laughing bitterly and cunningly. Everyone could feel the murderous intent in his laughter. He glanced at the three corpses on the ground, and stared at Butler Fu with resentment, with irresponsible hatred radiating.

The Three Kings had figured out something at this time, and it was because they figured it out that they could not suppress the chill. The cold sweat on their bodies also permeated. Chu Tian, ​​who was "not doing his job properly", fell into their eyes, and there was no slight contempt, and he had absolute respect and fear.

"But Mr. Fu, thank you for your hard work!"

Chu Tian’s smile on his face was very bright and friendly. He hugged Butler Fu’s shoulder intimately: “This is your first time killing someone today, and you have killed three people. I must be very nervous. Let’s go, tonight I will ask the King of Xi to prepare a jar of good wine for you to help you suppress your shock and dispel your anger.”

Butler Fu's body was still a little stiff. This was not caused by the fear of killing people, but because he knew that he had done something wrong. It was his surprise that he killed three people by himself. The frog's escape from death made him even more anxious. One person made two mistakes in a row, which could no longer be described as stupid.

Especially the failure to destroy the frog is far more serious than killing the three people, because the frog will be his old Fu's time bomb, and no one knows how the frog will retaliate or assassinate him. This grudge has been revealed just now, and the frog has definitely made a poisonous oath in his heart.

Butler Fu's mouth was dry and his eyes were filled with sadness.

"Xi Wang, you can drink with Butler Fu."

Chu Tian waved his hand and asked the King of Westerners to come over: "Don't be drunk, don't return."

The King of Western King bowed respectfully: "Yes!" Then she gently invited: "Butler Fu, have you scared? Is this the first time killing someone? As long as you don't think of the three dead people, I still want to praise you, the domineering spirit of shooting is far better than me in the past."

The King of Dong also came over and laughed: "Yes, I shot and killed someone for the first time. I pulled the trigger for three minutes, but my boss was still forced by the gun. After firing, he didn't dare to close his eyes for three days and three nights, for fear that the ghosts would come to the door to take their lives, and they would not have the style of you, Lao Fu."

The King of Northern waved his hand: "Let's go and drink!"

When Butler Fu was being taken to drink and was shocked by the three kings, Ke'er stood beside Chu Tian in the rain, waved his hand to ask his cousin He Sheng to clean up the body, and then smiled and said to his beloved man: "Kill three people in a row, and then put the frog back, butler Fu's confession will be completely confirmed."

"Look at this gun."

Chu Tian handed the gun Fu's murderous man to Ke'er, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "But Fu's first shot and killed someone, but there was no sweat stain on the gun handle. Should I say that he is fierce and murdering without blinking, or should he say that he knew there were no bullets in the gun?"

"The first time killing someone, no one is not nervous."

Ke'er rejected Chu Tian's first judgment without hesitation: "Anyone holding a gun will sweat and be afraid." Then she was slightly stunned: "Are you saying that he mistakenly believed that there was no bullet in your gun, and thought you were testing his loyalty, so he was so decisive and determined to shoot?"

"According to what I discussed with the King of the West, there should be no bullets in the gun."

Chu Tian let out a hearty laugh and lowered his head to respond to the woman: "It's a pity that I took the wrong gun, so Mr. Fu accidentally killed three people. I'm really sorry for him, but this is good. It can make him get closer to us. I appreciate Mr. Fu very much."

Ke'er's eyes instantly condensed, grasping the key points:

"The housekeeper knows what you talk to the King of the West?"

Chu Tian stretched his waist and answered the question:

“Shakespeare is a good book.”
Chapter completed!