The Anarchic Consort Chapter 117: Weiwei wants to lose

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Boom!

The drum hammer is settled.

The contestants went back to their respective positions.

We passed by.

Helian Jiaoer lowered her voice in Helian Weiwei's ear: "If you don't want to lose miserably, I advise you, get out early, and hide in a remote place in the poor mountains, and spend the next life peacefully! Otherwise, huh. , Don’t expect yourself to be as lucky as the previous few times!"

For such a provocation, Helian Weiwei just raised her eyebrows and smiled, carrying an unpredictable scorn from others. After all, the dog bit you, you can't bite it back, right?

"Woman, you are underestimated again." Yuan Ming's lazy voice came from the space.

Helian Weiwei hooked her lips and looked at the gambling game again: "This effect is what we want."

"What? Are you finally going to show your strength?" Yuan Ming became excited.

Helian Weiwei looked at the martial artists who were slowly being pushed onto the stage not far away, and did not speak, but the smile on her lips made the liquid in Yuan Ming's blood boil!

"The son." Liang Bai, who was waiting behind Jing Wushuang, saw the face of Helian Weiwei on the stage, and a thick surprise crossed his eyes: "Her face..."

Jing Wushuang gave a faint hum, the jade-like handsome face still has no expression at all. He only took a sip of tea, and his eyes lightly swept towards the woman standing loose in the hall, and her eyelashes were slightly lowered.

Liang Bai looked at his son's lukewarm state, and thought he was not so calm as his son.

Looking at the face of Helian Weiwei now, he was a little doubtful whether the fairy-like person he had seen before was a phantom.

That...that's too dark, right?

Probably the reason for the skin color, all the advantages of her body seemed to be covered up, buried in the dust, making her look unremarkable.

"Hey!"

The sound of the wooden hammer made Liang Bai suddenly come back to his senses, and the game officially began!

A total of eighteen martial arts, one by one, are lined up on the wooden table. They have different shapes and different materials.

Each piece has its own purpose, and each piece is made by Master Wu Xiu.

It is even more difficult to select a Wu Xiu built by Prince Wushuang from among so many Wu Xiu.

People who are familiar with Master Wushuang can still make a comparison, continue his previous habit, and pick out Wu Xiu from there.

But what about people who are not familiar with Prince Wushuang?

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, without a clue.

The new martial arts masters each looked at each other more, and one after another saw the distress in their eyes.

Even Helian Jiaoer is a little undecided.

Actually, when the martial artists choose the martial arts, they just look at the martial energy emitted by the martial arts.

The greater the martial arts, the better the martial arts.

Helian Jiaoer herself is a nine-dan martial artist, and her sensitivity to martial energy is considered the best among this group of people.

Obviously, she was hesitating, vacillating between the two martial arts, the green jade sword and the basalt bow and arrow.

There is another most important point in choosing Wu Xiu, that is, time is very important!

If you fancy this Wu Xiu, and the other side also fancy this Wu Xiu, then whoever wants to grab it will win.

So, when the gong sounded, everyone rushed to the front of the eighteen martial arts, and petted the martial arts like a berserk.

Only Helian Weiwei didn't move immediately, but slid across the surface of those martial artists inch by inch, her eyes were so deep that people couldn't see what she was thinking.

Someone in the audience laughed loudly: "Look at her, isn't she stupid?"

"It is estimated that I don't know which martial arts to start with. Without martial arts, I can't even do the most basic sense ability."

"It looks like we have won this bet!"

"Then it needs to be said, hahaha..."

The ridicule continued to come over. The princes of the family watched it and laughed playfully: "It sounds interesting, hey, I said, let’s not vote and see who wins. Who loses."

"Yes." Someone immediately agreed: "Shizi, who are you going to vote for?"

"Does that still need to be said? I must vote for Helianjiaoer to win."

Murong Changfeng didn't listen to the ridicule around him, he gave an absent-minded hum, and then put some money on Helian Jiaoer.

Basically all the princes sitting in the private room voted, and Helian Weiwei lost the bet... the full amount!

Uh... not right!

Not the full amount.

Two other people bet Helen Weiwei to win!

One is Helian Weiwei herself.

Another...

People looked at the list almost unbelievably, their eyes filled with shock.

Why is that person here?

And he never puts anything in his eyes, let alone gambling money.

But... this time!

He actually invested so much money on Helian Weiwei!

Just when those family princes were shocked.

The low, lazy voice rang again, which sounded calmly: "Raise."

This voice! ?

Someone looked towards the next room.

After hearing this sentence, Murong Changfeng's hand holding the tea tightened for three minutes...

"Is this your Highness the Third?" someone asked, not sure.

But I heard the abstinence-like low sound again: "Add a hundred taels of gold to Helian Weiwei, and bet on her-win!"

What! ! !

Everyone frowned when they heard this sentence.

How can the waste who can't do anything win?

What's more, she's panicked now, isn't she?

She doesn't even know the most basic martial arts senses, she just stands there stupidly, no matter how she doesn't move, others will have to decide which martial arts to choose!

"Woman, what? It's difficult this time?" Yuan Ming arrogantly raised the corners of his lips, seeing that she was not as quick as before, and he became a little suspicious.

Helian Weiwei put her fingers on her chin, tapped her chin with her fingertips, and then slowly closed her eyes.

"What is she doing! I don't even look at it now!"

Listening to the noise around him, Yuan Ming frowned: "Woman, if it's too difficult, I can..."

"Yuan Xiaoming, don't seduce me with your demon rhetoric." Helian Weiwei opened her eyes, her shiny black eyes raised, and then she paced towards the wooden table. .

The people in the audience laughed disdainfully.

Even the judges on the stage shook their heads: "This Helian Weiwei is hopeless. She has only started to choose now, and it has been half slower than others."

Jing Wushuang's profile is still as gentle as when he came, but this time, he actually spoke, accompanied by a soft cough sound, as clear as water: "Not necessarily..."