Guardian Chapter 83: Crazy gambler
The middle-aged man walked into the preparation room again.
Changed a miserable appearance, with a lot of tears and nose, crying to deceive the peasant woman's soul, "Mother, my son didn't guess, and he was only one money short, and he was only one money short. The son not only lost all his capital. , Also blocked his own life."
"Mother, mother." The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, slid his knees and rubbed against the delirious spirit of the peasant woman. The shop is going to chop up your son and feed the dog."
"One more money, why another one." The peasant woman murmured, her eyes turbid, and she was going to lose her sight.
The middle-aged man offered his assassin again, "Mother, my mother, they are not only going to chop me, but also take your grandson to repay the debt. Think about it, the Hou family is going to die."
"Ah, I can hold on for another round." Nong Fuhun almost hung her last breath, her eyes were alive again, and she whispered: "Stay for another round, hold on for another round, for grandchildren, Hold on for another round."
Seeing that the soul of the peasant woman's soul was stabilized, the middle-aged man sighed secretly, turned his head back with a dogleg smile, and showed his good intentions to the black robe seven kills, "Thanks to the reminder given by the master, we win both. This time, how heavy is the soul? The rules remain the same."
The seven kills in the black robe didn't expect the blind Hara sentence to be really hit.
However, when he saw the middle-aged man’s performance in the preparation room, he said to his heart that if it weren’t for labor and management, it would be awkward to do crooked ways. Just your dutiful son, labor and management will directly arrest you and go to the official.
Look and see.
The same ill-intentioned people can't stand it anymore. This middle-aged person is so disgusting.
"One, two and five dollars." Hei Pao Qisha waved his hand impatiently, and the contempt on his face made no secret of it.
The middle-aged man didn't think he was angry, but he thought he was happy, and he thought he really got inside information from the swordsman's mouth.
With the experience of the previous hand, he trot all the way, not only squeezing all the income, but also blocking all his positive life.
People are still whispering in their hearts, if you don’t die, it’s better to finish this round, hold on for another round, and then take another shuttle if you win, then the ancestor will lift the coffin board and wake up with a smile.
People can think beautifully in their hearts. After a handful of inside information, they will get back to the original. This kind of uncompromising trade is not a good deal.
A huge profit, enough to make enough money, and then spend some money to hire someone to chop this black robe that collects labor and capital money into a mess.
Kick the yellow face woman at home again, and marry seventeen or eight flower-like eldest daughters of Huanghua, who will be the bridegroom every day.
We need to build a few mansions and drive away the poor neighbors around them. These things that are so afflicted that the sun goes down all the time are unworthy to live with labor and capital.
What is the four big oiran of Zuixinfang, change one a day, don't sleep, just throw money, kneel and lick it on your stomach.
Donate another official to my son, and another official to me, Mad, so that labor and capital can experience the pleasure of bullying people with doglegs.
Look at this gambler's thoughts after fantasizing about getting rich, ha~hei~tui~! A mouthful of thick phlegm crushes you to death, and it makes a certain surname Xia disgusting.
The unconscious soul of the peasant woman, no matter what, she muttered "Hold a round, hold a round" without even noticing the sword light flying around and cutting off her arm.
The obsession of holding up a round of obsessions continued to support her consciousness, and the whole gambling house, if there was nothing, continued to hide in her body following her muttering.
Her eyes began to turn into a dead gray, and she didn't know whether her consciousness was stronger or weaker. Anyway, the voice of "holding for a round" became more and more weird.
"The soul weighs one, two and five dollars, I'm all down." When the middle-aged bet, the middle-aged man was full of spirits, with bloodshot eyes faintly, with the rich thoughts of getting rich in his heart, he was so excited that his body was trembling subconsciously. I don't know how happy he is.
"I'm not pressing." Cao Guangxiao spit out three words and shook his head directly, "You can just hook my ten-year life, I can't make fun of my brothers' lives."
"Tsk tusk tusk." The seven kills behind him, with repeated tuts, forced him to place a bet, "You don't need to press, one less round, I will kill both of them."
Cao Guangxiao glared angrily, with faint blue veins on his forehead. He endured it, but he still couldn't hold it back, and angrily said: "You can also use the soul master of the seven kills group to control my soul town. If you don't use the security The king waist card deceived my trust, how could I be in an ambush?"
"You can only blame you for being stupid, who else can you blame?"
"Huh."
Cao Guangxiao snorted coldly, his face was icy, his neck was suffocated, he would rather die than surrender, "If you want to kill, you want to insult my soul-suppressor? Don't even think about it. I don't want to suppress it. Pressure."
Where did Cao Guangxiao dare to place any more bets, the last remnant soul was just guessing. He didn't think he had good luck to guess both.
He had calculated in his heart that he did not bet to kill the two brothers. He lost his bet and died. After this level, the new soul came to power. Based on his experience as the soul master Qiu Chen, that was the time The real one is sure.
Moreover, he is not mindless. He is dragging time in this way. He believes that those brothers who are injured and escaped will soon be moved to rescue the soldiers.
I don’t know, the soldiers, can you discover that this gambling shop, like the demon market in Qingfenglou, is two different yin and yang levels in the same space.
……
Of course Chen Feng is aware of it.
He is using his dreams to create dreams, and he is killing the Quartet at a gambling table the size of a dice cup.
The ghostly dice who opened their eyes and closed their eyes, under his dreaming machine, said what time was the time.
"Won again, hiss, which one is this in a row?"
The gamblers who followed Chen Feng's bet all seemed to breathe quickly.
Chen Feng fifteen consecutively, not only hits all the big and small, but also bet the numbers right.
The silver in front of him is piled up into hills.
"Come again." Hezhuang was sweating profusely, and the hands supporting the table showed blue veins.
"444, big, double, 12 o'clock, leopard." Chen Feng lightened the silver mountain in front of him, patted the table with both hands, and stared at the lotus village, with an aura like a rainbow.
He deliberately, based on his previous experience of watching gambling movies.
At this time, the "manager" of the gambling house should have noticed here, and either change the lottery, or invite yourself into the "VIP room", or ask yourself to "drink coffee" and search your body to see if it's a thousand dollars.
The lottery has changed three rounds, and the gambler also drove out the gamblers who followed the trend and gathered around with unkind eyes.
"Little brother, I'm lucky, I'll play two with you." The speaker, holding a pipe, slowly spit out a smoke ring, patted the sweaty lotus, and motioned him to go down.
I’m here, in his early fifties, short hair is light and straight, two-handed intensively trimmed small Hu, very well maintained, his speech is not tepid, and his tone is very comfortable to listen to.
This man, Chen Feng, has seen him once from afar.
It was in the life and death market to bet on the periphery. Uncle No. 5 entrusted him to give him some money at home, the owner of the Changsheng Gambling Shop, Quan Sanye.
Chen Feng took a look and thought, hey, the show is coming.
I'm afraid you won't play the cards.
"Just to my liking. These are too pediatric and huge gambling houses, don't they have more excitement?" Chen Feng pushed the silver mountain in front of him, and the silvery white color spread all over the gaming table. .
San Ye Quan did not see his anger, knocked on his pipe, hehe, he looked at Chen Feng’s eyes, his eyes contracted slightly, the majesty of the superior, not angry, "the stimulus is there, I'm afraid you don’t have the courage ."
Chen Feng did not show weakness, holding his hands on the edge of the gaming table, leaning forward slightly, in this oppressive posture, with the corners of his mouth cocked, staring at the eyes of the third master Quan, not to be outdone:
"Bet on life, dare you?"