novelraw Chapter 507 - 451 Betting Lives
Chapter 507 - 451 Betting Lives
Bai Chengxi hadn’t expected Zhuo Yao to open the door for him; he had already prepared to endure a cold night out here. He didn’t wear the cotton-padded coat given to him by Qiao San; it was just draped over his arm.Having said that, Zhuo Yao walked into the house. After several steps, seeing no movement behind him, he turned around somewhat displeased: "Don’t you want to come in?"
Bai Chengxi awkwardly glanced at his legs: "I’ll be there soon, just a bit... frozen stiff."
It took him a while to gingerly move his steps. The whipping cold wind made him feel like he had turned into an ice sculpture, cold from the inside out. If it were not for his strong will, he would probably have been paralyzed by the cold by now.
As soon as Bai Chengxi entered the house, he felt a wave of warm air hit his face, very warm, probably around twenty-eight or twenty-nine degrees. It seemed someone had intentionally turned up the air conditioner. A maid warmly handed him a cup of hot water: "Young Master Bai, have some water to warm up."
This auntie, Bai Chengxi had heard Zhuo Yuqing talk about her, having watched her grow up since she was little, the relationship between the two was as close as that of a mother and son.
Bai Chengxi took it and thanked her, drinking a cup of hot water, which dispersed some of the cold in his body.
Zhuo Yao came down from upstairs holding a set of keys, not looking at him, and headed straight towards the basement. Bai Chengxi hurriedly followed.hrough a cycle of life and death, his life gambled under his father-in-law’s gun.
In this situation, Zhuo Yao had still managed to hit five fourth rings, Bai Chengxi truly admired his father-in-law, suddenly very eager to know the stories of his younger days, surely they were thrilling and filled with passion.
Zhuo Yao put down the gun and said to Bai Chengxi who was walking towards him, "This time it’s your turn."
"What?" Bai Chengxi looked at him in surprise,
Zhuo Yao did not speak further, but walked steadily to the place Bai Chengxi had just been standing in front of the target. "Five shots."
Bai Chengxi hadn’t expected Zhuo Yao to also act like a human target. He hadn’t learned shooting; although Zhuo Yao had instructed him before, he wasn’t a professional. If any shot deviated, Zhuo Yuqing wouldn’t hesitate to fight him to death.