Genshin Impact: Liyue Sword Master, players go crazy

Mu Yang spread his hands and leaned back in his chair, "I don't want to lose money right away."

The man opposite just kept repeating one sentence.

“Once you’ve seen the cards, you have to play.”

"What if I refuse?"

The cold man stood up. He was a head taller than Mu Yang.

When the people around saw this, they all tried to avoid it.

Some of them looked at Mu Yang with pity.

The man lifted his coat, and it was obvious that this real "outlaw" didn't even follow the hotel rules.

He also carried a six-shooter.

"I said you have to play this card, do you understand, little bastard?"

Facing the other party's threats, Mu Yang remained calm.

"No one can force me to play cards, least of all you, old bastard."

The person on the other side didn't say much and obviously recognized Mu Yang.

Mu Yang without weapons.

He pulled out his gun and pointed it directly at Mu Yang's abdomen.

"Buster Scruggs?"

The pub music stopped abruptly.

"It seems you recognize me. My nickname is Wonderful Bird..."

Mu Yang, who was pointed at by a gun, stood up and raised his hands in surrender.

At the same time, he didn't stop talking.

"I hope you can store your weapon in the gun storage next to the door. It seems that you are not following the rules of the bar by hiding the gun on your body like this."

“Wouldn’t this be a bit offensive to local customs?”

The man thought it was ridiculous, "What if I say no?"

Mu Yang raised his foot and stepped on the wooden board on the table.

The other side of the board tilted up and hit the man's elbow.

'bang bang bang-'

Every shot he fired hit his head...

[Okay, okay, let me use this opportunity to distract you from the truth.]

[Is there such an operation???]

[This wave of tables has made great contributions]

Mu Yang walked over to the businessman on the side and said, "Gentlemen, I am not a sinister villain."

"But when you're unarmed, your response has to be more extreme."

The businessman didn't care about the blood on his face and could only smile apologetically to Mu Yang.

They set up this trap just to trick people.

I didn't expect to meet such a tough opponent today.

Now even the boss is gone...

Mu Yang just patted his shoulder lightly, as if to show that he didn't mind being tricked.

He then went around the tavern and composed a new ballad about the recently deceased outlaw, gambler Old Joe.

The person playing the piano was very considerate and immediately resumed the music that had just been stopped because of the gun drawing.

This act saved his life...

Mu Yang made a big fuss about the embarrassing things about the gambler Lao Qiao in his lyrics. Many of the people here are his subordinates.

But they still wanted to survive, so everyone could only sing and dance along with Mu Yang.

No, not everyone.

The person who had just stood up to give his seat to Mu Yang came back to cry.

That's Old Joe's brother.

He grabbed Mu Yang, "You killed my brother, you coward! Bastard! You attacked him when he wasn't paying attention."

Mu Yang asked him to calm down, "I can ignore your slander against me because you are very sad."

"But you know, Buster Scruggs never sneaks up on you from behind."

"Buster Scruggs? You're the idiot quick-shooter?"

"I guess you mean the bird of paradise."

"You can call yourself whatever you want, but I want you to come out to me with a gun!"

The camera turned.

Outside the hotel.

Mu Yang took back his holster.

"Things are just one thing after another, and they keep escalating. But I should be able to deal with this old bastard's brother pretty quickly."

"Buster Scruggs! I challenge you to a duel!"

Mu Yang said slowly, "Wait a minute, man, I need to tighten my belt."

In fact, he had been prepared for it for a long time.

Mu Yang said, "Are you ready?"

"Ready."

"Are you really ready?"

"Ready."

“Do you need to count down?”

"No, sir."

'boom--'

Mu Yang shot the opponent's index finger away.

[This is not considered game content, right? 12+]

[It’s so outrageous that I don’t dare to sleep at night (funny)]

[Mu Yangchun, you old fool, you kept asking others if they were ready, and then you just shot yourself]

[Now that you mention it, it’s true. The person who answered was a step too late.]

[The other party is also stupid, asked three times and answered three times]

[Too honest, this is the case]

"It's hard to pull the trigger with your other fingers, but..."

"Bang, bang, bang—"

But Mu Yang still fired four shots...

[Gah, this is how the eyes of death aim, right?]

Having his fingers knocked off was already a chance given to him by Mu Yang.

The man on the other side didn't seem to understand and tried to pull out the gun with his left hand.

"It seems that no one has told him when to stop..."

Mu Yang stretched out his palm, "Five fingers, one bullet, one..."

He turned around and said to the camera

"I only have one bullet left. I hope I don't miss it."

Mu Yang, who was confident of victory, started to make another bold move.

He pulled out a mirror and used it as a rearview mirror.

He was going to shoot with his back to the man.

"His heart was on the left, but in the mirror it was on the right. We were facing the same direction, and the gun was held upside down, so..."

"I better not overdo it..."

'boom--'

The young man who had just pulled out his gun fell to the ground.

[I'm confused, so which side should I attack? ]

[I can't reach it, I suggest you take the lead]

[It even involves physics knowledge, it’s invincible]

"The principle of reflection."

Mu Yang put away his gun and walked in, "At this moment, let me sing loudly..."

"Ok?"

The melodious sound of harmonica came from afar.

[Are there any experts? 】

[Send them one by one, right?]

[The harmonica is the god of war instrument in the West]

Mu Yang was a little stunned.

The blue-haired woman appears on a black horse.

(I begged Lingyuan for a long time)

Her entire outfit seemed to be deliberately the opposite of Mu Yang's white clothes.

Mu Yang's clothes are black and white, with white accounting for a larger proportion.

The woman is the exact opposite of him.

She walked slowly to Mu Yang and finished playing the song.

"Buster Scruggs?"

"It's me. Your music is beautiful, and that's very much like me."

"That's high praise from the bird of music," the woman said. "Someone told me that I must defeat you, a quick shooter who can sing."

The duel begins.

The coffin seller is collecting the body of the little brother just now.

Mu Yang sighed as he loaded the bullets, "Another young man who wants to prove himself. Maybe I have to create a undertaker business for myself."

"No need to do these fighting and killing jobs anymore, so as not to always benefit others."

"But black clothes may not suit me very well."

Mu Yang complained to the camera.

The other side said, "Do you want to count down?"

"No, sir." Mu Yang answered subconsciously, and the next moment, his smile froze.

The other side is playing the same trick.

He took out his small mirror and looked at himself.

There's a small bullet hole in the hat...

Gui Naifen in the live broadcast room was full of questions, "Huh?"