future hunt

Chapter 213 Flying Knife

"Everyone! I made everyone laugh. In fact, Chiyoko was just teasing you. This recitation of poetry is just a smoke bomb. Her real talent is throwing knives!"

"Wow! This is awesome!" the host asked hurriedly, "Excuse me, are you blindfolded?"

"You must be blindfolded." Mrs. Hetian didn't even write a draft when she lied.

Mi Kaka quickly whispered to her, "Madam, I don't know how to throw throwing knives."

"What are you afraid of! Throw it to death, it's mine."

"Is this true?"

"A geisha never lies."

"Okay. Then I believe you."

"Trust me and you will have eternal life!"

With Mrs. Wada's guarantee, Mi Kaka felt at ease.That is, after throwing people to death later, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Wait, Mikaka suddenly thought, this place is full of hunters.How could such a high-level animal be stabbed to death by a flying knife?

I worry too much.Hahaha.Mikaka thought, ready to show off.

The audience burst into cheers, waiting to see a wonderful performance.

"Move it up!" Mrs. Hetian gave an order, and several bodyguards moved a board up.

There is a figure of a person drawn on it, and there are handcuffs and shackles. It is clear that the target will be tied to it later.

"Cloth strips!" Under Mrs. Hetian's order, the bodyguards covered her eyes with cloth strips.

"On the shelf!"

According to her instructions, the bodyguards held up Mi Kaka.

Wait... Until then, Mi Kaka realized something was wrong.

My day!I'm not throwing darts, but I'm the target? ! ! !
What a talent show this is!

This is a game of death, okay? ! !

"Hey, hey, hey! Pause, pause!" If Mi Kaka didn't shout, he would be taken as a target.

Mrs. Wada took off the strip of cloth and asked him, "What are you doing?!"

"This is different from what was agreed!" Mikaka growled.

"It's different. We agreed to throw the throwing knife, didn't we?"

"But, I'm not here to throw it!"

"You think beautiful."

"Then you just said that if you throw it to death, it's your fault?"

"Nonsense, I'm going to throw you to death, and the cremation expenses don't count towards me?"

your sister!Is this the real meaning of that sentence!Miss, have you ever read a book?No. 2 in the Mikaka language test did not misinterpret it like that!

In short, no matter how much he protests, cries, or redresses his grievances, his person, his body, has already been tied to the board.

The general situation is over, and Mi Kaka has no power to fight back.The only thing I can do is to hope Mrs. Hetian throws the throwing knife more accurately!
"Relax." Mrs. Wada tried to appease Mi Kaka, "I am very professional in throwing throwing knives!"

"You...Are you sure?" Mikaka's feet were shaking, and his urethra was almost out of control.

"Very sure. I have learned from Xiao Li Feidao for ten years!"

"Xiao Li Feidao?! Could it be the legendary Xiao Li Feidao!"

"Who else could it be?" Mrs. Hetian said proudly, "He is my master!"

It turned out to be Xiao Li Feidao's apprentice!Mikaka was really relieved.Who doesn't know Xiao Li Feidao?The throwing knife is accurate.As his apprentice, Mrs. Hetian will definitely not be so bad.

Mikaka breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Greetings to your master for me. I'm a big fan of him."

"Must. I'll tell him about your admiration at my next prison visit."

"Wait...to visit the prison?" Mikaka smelled a strange smell.

"Yes. He's in jail."

"why?"

"Because of playing with a throwing knife, I stabbed someone to death."

"..."

@#￥%……&, although Mi Kaka has high morals and knowledge of books and etiquette, she can't help being rude at this moment.

"Master, don't you care?"

"Don't worry about it." The host didn't think it was a big deal just watching the show.

"What if I get stabbed to death?"

"Let's talk about it. At that time, there will naturally be laws to punish her."

"I'm a player after all!"

"Don't worry, the program team has bought insurance for you. If you die, you will be compensated!"

"Who is the beneficiary?"

"Mrs. Wada."

"Hey!" Mi Kaka is going crazy, is this the rhythm of death without money!
He was about to use his ingenuity, thinking about how to get out of the predicament, when there was a 'swish', a cold light flashed, and he was stabbed in the arm.

"Aww! It hurts! You fucked me!"

"Don't yell. I will be distracted!" Madam Hetian was as steady as a mountain, and raised her hand again.

Whoosh, again.

"My thigh..." Mikaka looked at the knife that was only a few centimeters away from the artery, and a column of blood spurted out from the knife edge.

Before he could howl, he saw a throwing knife directly in front of him.

This time, it came directly between his eyebrows.

"I dodge!" Mi Kaka reacted very quickly, but luckily dodged it.

The knife slammed into the edge of his ear.

too risky.

But the more dangerous ones are in the back.

Another throwing knife was shot from Mrs. Hetian's hand.

The angle of inclination is 26.3 degrees. Based on Mrs. Wada's height, the weight of the throwing knife, the flying speed, and the result calculated by using the parabola theorem, if Mikaka doesn't get out of the way, the throwing knife will hit his vitals.

What is the key, you understand.whee.

"I'm shrinking!" Mi Kaka tried hard enough, and promptly used the long-lost magical skill of shrinking the sun into the abdomen.

With a slap, the throwing knife just hit his crotch.

wrong.Mi Kaka suddenly remembered something, he had already transformed into a beautiful girl, his sun shrunk into his abdomen or something... No need!

Hmph, want to fuck me? !It's not that easy!

Mi Kaka was a little proud, looking forward, her expression completely changed.

Mrs. Hetian was too ruthless, and wanted to kill him, holding the remaining seven flying knives in her hand.

Disposable, sun-cooled!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Clap clap clap clap clap!

It's so refreshing to raise the knife with your hand!

Mrs. Wada took off the strip of cloth, walked up to Mikaka, and closed his wronged eyes with her hand, "Rest in peace, Chiyoko. I will collect your compensation for you."

Mikaka closed her eyes.

But it only closed for a second, and suddenly opened it as if dying: "Get lost. I'm not dead yet!"

"Ah?!" Mrs. Hetian looked at him in surprise, and got two stabs. In total, the remaining seven didn't hit him?
But at this time, the host patted Mrs. Hetian on the shoulder, "This aunt, if you don't know how to throw knives, don't throw them around. Be careful, I will sue you for possessing offensive weapons!"

"I'm sorry. Are you... all right?" Mrs. Hetian saw that the host was stabbed like a hedgehog, especially the knife on the forehead, which was inserted so deep, it really felt like a king with golden horns.

"What are you talking about? Aww!" The host fell to the ground after finishing speaking.

Mrs. Wada opened her throat and roared, "Call an ambulance!"

(End of this chapter)