Today is Also a Mudslide That Crosses the World

After all, she already has many such dolls herself.

Besides, when the two of them were in the game hall, they had already washed the claw machine blood.

Since the two of them didn't have much interest in the dolls in the claw machine, they only kept a bunch of lamb dolls and little wolf dolls as souvenirs, and then bought them back to the boss at a low price, making a profit. A pot full of bowls.

Now, it's just for fun.

"Thirty per person."

With a bright smile, Xing Yun asked the boss for three darts for one person. After paying for three people, she stood in front of a balloon wall.

Mo Qingxun looked at Xing Yun, and stood still on the balloon wall next to Xing Yun.

"Okay."

The boss yelled, and happily brought thirty small darts of rough workmanship, put them in a small basin, and handed them to Xing Yun and Mo Qingxun.

Seeing that this beautiful young couple obviously came here for the first prize, and they both looked rich, the boss rubbed his hands in relief, smiled obsequiously, and stood not far away looking at the two. What a fool, I'm already looking forward to how much money I can make from these two people.

For the first prize, you have to shoot all the balloons on the wall at once, otherwise you have to start all over again.

So the boss squinted his cloudy eyes very proudly, looked at the overcrowded booth, and sat down on the chair calmly to drink his saliva.

It's been one night, and no one has even won the second prize yet.

After all, powerful and rich people actually disdain this kind of small-budget amusement rides.

"Let's compare and see who has the most shots, how about it?"

Xing Yun picked up a dart, threw it into the air, took it again, and raised her chin to Mo Qingxun who was beside her.

Mo Qingxun's pupils were dark but extraordinarily bright, he nodded, his voice behind the scarf was a little distorted, but Xing Yun could still hear it clearly, "Can the person who shoots the most make a request as a reward? "

Xing Yun stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers, "Yes! As long as it's not too much!"

A game without stakes is soulless.

Xing Yun raised the corners of her lips, already thinking about what to ask Mo Qingxun to do.

Mo Qingxun's clear brows and eyes were stained with a bit of a smile, he looked at Xing Yun whose eyes were sly like a little fox, thinking in his heart, the girl seemed to gradually let go of her guard in front of him, and began to reveal her true self look like.

However, it seems too early for the girl to be happy now.

When he was a child in the orphanage, when he was often hungry, he would always find materials by himself, make a simple slingshot, and shoot sparrows.

Accuracy is still good.

After meeting Ge Ziyan, he never played mahjong again.

I don't know if the accuracy has dropped.

He picked up a dart, suppressed his smile, his brows and eyes were serious and cold, with a frosty aura that could not be ignored.

He aimed at the balloon in the center of the bull's-eye, squinted his long and narrow eyes, and threw the dart in his hand.

With a bang, the sound of the balloon bursting, the boss who was collecting money from other customers saw this scene, and gave Mo Qingxun a thumbs up in surprise.

"Young man, it's a good move. Few people can hit the balloon in the middle!"

Because the position is in the middle, and the angle of placement is deliberately closely connected with other balloons, it is easy for darts to miss other balloons.

After sighing, the boss devoted himself to the joy of collecting money and the busyness of replacing balloons.