Immortal of Book and Sword Chapter 42: Don’t dare to gamble, but have to gamble

　　 Upstairs in the elegant room, the guest and Brother Kun are drinking. There are big fish and meat on the two people's cases, and the guests feel a little hard to swallow the pride of Brother Kun.

Brother 　　 Kun saw the hesitation of the guests, smiled and drank a bowl of wine, and said: "But doubts?"

　　"That’s right. You’ve been out for many years before you came back and founded this great gambling house. In your early years, you also caused other people’s family bankruptcy and quickly amassed wealth. But as you get older, you mostly seek stability. You have not done this for about three years. Why did you choose Wang Zhengdang today?"

　　 The guest sighed and asked.

　　 "I naturally have a reason, and it is a very good reason." Brother Kun laughed.

　　 "Forget it." The guest shook his head when he saw this, paused, and then said: "Just be careful. There are ways to walk by the river. How can you not wet your shoes."

　　 "I understand the truth, but it's definitely not this time." Brother Kun smiled, with a very confident light in his eyes.

　　The guest opened his mouth, intending to speak. At this moment, there was a loud noise and screams from below the gambling house.

Brother 　　 Kun frowned, and seemed a little weak when discussing whether to wet his shoes. Brother Kun felt a little uneasy, but was pinched out in an instant.

　　 "What's the matter?"

　　 Brother Kun said, drinking.

　　 "Someone is coming to find the fault, it's so amazing, Brother Kun." A thug came in rolling in, looking pale and horrified.

　　 "Be calm, I have been walking around for many years. Who hasn't seen anyone?" Brother Kun said uncomfortably, and then said to the guest: "Sit down, I'll go and see."

　　"I'll go and see, too." The customer felt something was wrong, and stood up.

　　 "Okay." Brother Kun nodded, and the three of them went downstairs together.

　　 There was a mess downstairs, wine and vegetables spilled all over the floor, and the thugs staggered, or vomited blood, or clutched their chests, screaming and wailing. One of the clean gaming tables sat a scholar.

Brother 　　 Kun looked at this appearance, and the veins on his forehead burst. With eyes spitting fire, staring at the scholar, he asked: "Who are you? You don't give me face?"

　　 "Brother Kun, he is Chen Guhong!" A thug recognized Chen Guhong and said to Brother Kun.

　　 "Chen Guhong?" Brother Kun's pupils shrank, but now that he saw the Lord, he calmed down. Although he didn't expect Chen Guhong to be able to fight so much.

　　 After calming down, Kun strutting came to the opposite side of Chen Guhong and sat down, and asked: "Since you are here, then you know the rules. Thirty thousand taels of silver, will you still not return it?"

　　 "There is no thirty thousand taels of silver, one hundred thousand taels of gold. I will use this sword to gamble with you." Chen Guhong gently put his sight on the table.

　　Kun’s first reaction was the same as that of his men, this kid was crazy. Facing a lunatic is much easier, Kun brother smiled and said: "Your broken sword is worth one hundred thousand taels of gold???"

　　"Kun, Kunwu sword!!!" At this time, Kun's guests recognized the sword, and his pupils suddenly shrank and said tremblingly. Then he stomped to Brother Kun immediately: "You, you. I said that I often walk by the river, how can I not wet my shoes? Friends, please ask for more blessings."

　　After the guest finished speaking, he waved his hand and left, as if he was facing not a sword, but a large army, a wild beast.

　　 But no one at the scene laughed at him, all of them stared at the sword with bated breath, including Brother Kun. The casino is well-informed, and they all know the origin of Kunwu sword.

　　 "Guru!!!" Until then, the thugs didn't know who they had offended. Each of them turned pale and swallowed wildly, but they didn't even dare to scream, and they stubbornly held back.

Brother 　　 Kun's face is very white, very white, white without a trace of blood, white as if it is transparent, can clearly see the blue blood vessels inside, even the blood is cold, almost stopped flowing.

　　 He looked up at Chen Guhong with difficulty, as if he couldn't believe it.

　　 But I have to believe it, he believes in the eyes of his friends.

　　Kunwu Sword! When I think of this sword, when I think of what this sword represents, Brother Kun couldn’t help trembling. After a long while, Brother Kun stopped the trembling, and said to a movable man next to him: "Go, take Wang Zhengdang hugged it down."

　　 "Yes." The thugs tremblingly responded, and quickly went upstairs. Soon after, he hugged a person, who was Wang Zhengdang. It's just that his face is blue and white, there is no blood, his breathing is extremely weak, and he can't wake up, as if he is useless.

　　The thugs didn't dare to be a useless man. Instead, he was a grandfather. He hugged him tightly on his chest and didn't dare to bump into him.

　　 "Master Chen." The thugs knelt in front of Chen Guhong, like a dog.

　　 "Send to my house and call on my maid to take care of him." Looking at the brother-in-law's appearance, Chen Guhong's pupils shrank for a while, and said slowly. It seemed to be an illusion, but it didn't seem to be an illusion. Brother Kun felt that the person's tone was three minutes colder.

　　 "Yes." But the thugs were forgiven, and they quickly hugged Wang Zheng. Brother Kun was quite envious, because if the thugs could go, he still had to face the **** of death.

　　 He dared not look at Chen Guhong, but he had to bite the bullet and face it. Tentatively said: "Master Chen is friends with the swordsman in the water? Master and apprentice?"

　　 Now that the news of Shuiping's death has not spread, Chen Guhong is holding the Kunwu sword, and he has misunderstood.

　　"You don't care about this, I just ask you whether you gamble or not?" Chen Guhong's eyes were full of lifelessness, without any emotional fluctuations.

　　 "I'm willing to give all the family property." Brother Kun gritted his teeth when he knew it was difficult.

　　 "Not enough."

　　 Chen Guhong said.

　　 "But I can't bet." Brother Kun felt as miserable as he had eaten Huanglian, and was extremely afraid of his own situation. His body trembled slightly, and his hands subconsciously grasped the corner of the table, because too much. With force, the bones are protruding, and the veins are violent.

　　 "All your wealth, add your hand." Chen Guhong said.

　　The thugs all around covered their mouths tightly, not daring to exclaim. one hand! ! ! !

Brother 　　 Kun's right hand is holding the corner of the table, and his left hand is moving unnaturally, like a stiff corpse, with his hands forming fists or claws. After a moment of silence and a moment of struggle, Kun said: "I bet!"

　　 Talking, Brother Kun got up and went to pick up the dice nearby, the cuboid bones, walked vainly, and his back bends deeply, as if he was ten years old. After a while, Brother Kun came back and put the gambling equipment on the table.

　　 "There is no leopard, we just bet on big or small. You come first." Chen Guhong said.

　　 "Okay!" Brother Kun nodded and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. In his early years, he walked the rivers and lakes and relied on gambling to eat.

　　 Knowing that Chen Guhong can't afford to provoke him, gambling still has a little luck for him at this moment.

　　 Calm, Calm. For big or small bets, I held three sixes, and at least it was a tie. Thinking of this, Brother Kun calmed down and shook the dice. When it was almost time, Brother Kun put down Dice Gu.

　　 But as soon as Dice Gu was put down, Brother Kun's face turned white as soon as he recovered a little blood, even whiter than Xue.

　　"Why are there three ones?" Brother Kun was shocked, extremely frightened, and couldn't believe it. He looked at Chen Guhong, he knew that Chen Guhong must have done the tricks, but he didn't understand, and he didn't know why.

　　He has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has never seen such a method.

　　He wants to run, he wants to escape, he doesn't want to lose a hand.

　　 But he didn't dare. He glanced at the Kunwu sword on the table. He didn't dare. He also had wives and children~IndoMTL.com~ He didn't dare to imagine offending the flat in the water.

　　 Brother Kun sighed hard and said: "I lost." After all, Brother Kun gritted his teeth and took out a short knife, snapped his left hand, and placed it on the table.

　　 "Ah!" With a roar, Kun Yang cut off his left hand with a knife.

　　 "Ah!"

　　 screams and the sound of blood spurting almost all sounded together. Brother Kun held his severed hand and fell to the ground. The tragic screams came from his mouth, and the injured body continued to roll, unable to stop for a moment.

　　 But Brother Kun felt relieved. Although he lost his hand, his life was saved.

　　 "You count the property yourself and send it to my Wang's house." Chen Guhong said lightly, took the Kunwu sword on the table, and walked outside the door.

　　The thugs did not dare to stop, or even to look at this killer.

　　 is terrible, terrible.

　　 "Master, you just let him go like this?" Gao Zhuang asked Chen Guhong in the purple mansion in his mind.

　　"I have no intention of harming others, and I have always regarded peace as the most important thing. But when I try to kill you, have you forgotten Wang Shun? But I can't kill people in the sky, at least not now. It's up to you next. "

　　 Chen Guhong said.

　　 "I understand." Gao Zhuang suddenly left Chen Guhong's Purple Mansion and rushed towards Brother Kun.

Brother 　　 Kun just felt cold all over his body and shivered. But because the blood was thinning and the whole body was hot, this cold relieved the pain, and the speed of blood spurting also slowed down.

　　 "Quickly, let me find a doctor for Laozi." Brother Kun shouted.

　　 "Yes."

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