Fang Zuyang and others were not having an easy time on the cruise ship, but fortunately, Han Yuxi did not continue to attack them.

After some "bumps", several girls in Mo Chuan Chuan couldn't bear it anymore and vomited directly.

The boys were fine, but their faces were pale and their lips were dry.

"Why did the wind suddenly blow for no reason?" Zhongli said with an uneasy expression.

But he didn't expect that a group of people would be plotted by a weasel demon.

Half an hour later, Qi Chen led everyone away from the island in the middle of the lake.

The spiritual energy on the island seems to have been deliberately restrained. It is not as strong as the last time I came here. I think I came to Bai Renge to avoid some trouble.

The cruise ship goes to the shore.

Qi Chen glanced at the time and found that it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.

"The time is almost up."

"What time?" Luo Baoxi asked curiously.

"It's time for them to make a fool of themselves." Qi Chen laughed.

"I'm very surprised. Since you have a grudge against that group of people, why don't you catch them and beat them up, or directly reveal your identity, I'm afraid it will scare the shit out of you. If you are more cruel, as your master, even if you kill them again

It doesn't matter how many people there are." Luo Baoxi said puzzledly.

She has lived in a monk circle since she was a child, and she often hunts monsters with Taoist Qingchen, so she likes to go straight.

Qi Chen explained: "This is not my style. The most important thing is not the result, but the process."

However, mid-sentence, Qi Chen didn't want to explain anymore and shook his head: "The environment you live in is relatively simple. It's either life or death. You're used to fighting and killing, so don't think too much about it."

Luobo Xi nodded simply.

After re-arriving ashore, the atmosphere here seemed a bit strange. Many people were looking at their mobile phones from time to time, as if something was about to happen.

"It is said that at eight o'clock, there will be news from above. I don't know where the final confirmation will be?"

"Silver Night District, or Golden Night District?" Zhongli's palms were sweaty with excitement, and he secretly took a peek at Qiao Anci.

It is estimated that only Qiao Anci knew the final answer at the scene, but it was not convenient for them to ask directly.

Whether it was the Golden Night District or the Silver Night District, he spent a lot of money.

"After this night, the entire structure of Licheng City will be completely changed, and it will also be an opportunity for people like me to stand up."

Everyone seemed to be waiting for the lottery draw.

On the contrary, Qi Chen and Luo Bo Xi went to eat and drink again.

"There are good things about poor people, and the only one who is not worried at the moment is probably Qi Chen." Lin Ziyan subconsciously classified herself among the rich.

"Ignorant people are fearless." Mo Juan shrugged. The reason why she returned to China this time was also because of this incident.

For this matter, she also incurred a lot of debt.

Qi Chen seemed to have heard their conversation, turned around, suddenly smiled and said: "Young Master Fang, how about we

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Let’s make a bet on which area we’re in this time. If it’s in the Golden Night District and Silver Night District, then you win. If it’s in the Yeshan District, then I win. How about that?”

Fang Zuyang sneered: "Why should I bet with you? Who do you think you are?"

"Besides, it seems like you can't even come up with a bet."

Qi Chen's face remained calm and he said with a smile: "I can still make the bet, and it will definitely satisfy Young Master Fang."

"It's just that if I win, how about Mr. Fang just divorces Mo Chuanchuan?"

"Qi Chen, what are you talking about!" Mo Chuanchuan heard this, his beautiful face was filled with anger.

"Are you deliberately insulting me, are you deliberately insulting Zu Yang?!"

"What ability do you have to make this bet!"

"It's true that dogs can't change from eating shit, and people can't change from being cheap. My sister has a noble status, and you still want her to be a bet?" Mo Juan also scolded her.

Fang Zuyang shook his head, obviously not interested.

Qi Chen chuckled twice: "Mo Chuanchuan, you humiliated me in every possible way, thinking that I only clung to you for the Mo family's money, but you clung to Fang Zuyang, didn't you cling to Felgu Manor for the money?"

"You think you are great and your status is noble. What the hell are you doing? Do you still think you are Xia Yuhe on the shore of Daming Lake?"

"Young Master Fang, I believe that you will bet against me, and if I lose, I will give you this bottle of psychic potion, which was given to me by the senior on the island just now."

Qi Chen's voice is like a devil, and the psychic potion in his hand is more charming to ordinary people than the devil.

This is his own potion, but it is based on the reputation of Brother Bai Ren.

"Psychic potion!"

Everyone turned around in an instant.

The liquid flows as faintly as the sun. Although the yellow psychic potion is not as good as gold, it is still priceless in the eyes of the monks.

And this bottle of psychic potion is like water in the desert to Fang Zuyang today.

"Psychic potions are too precious. Those usually bought on the black market are low-quality psychic potions. Although I asked Butler Lin to buy two bottles, they are useless if used during cultivation. It is dangerous to use them when entering the Tao.

That’s big.”

"But there are too few general psychic potions, and they are basically reserved by some powerful monks."

"If I can get this bottle, I'll be 100% sure of entering the Tao."

It was impossible for him not to be tempted. Qi Chen took out the bottle of psychic potion at the right time.

Qi Chen grinned: "Mo Chuan Chuan, Miss Mo, tell me, does Mr. Fang of your family know how to gamble?"

He was not a good person, nor was he a saint, especially with the merit weapon in his hands, Qi Chen felt that he had defiled it.

Even Qi Ling commented that Qi Chen was not a good person at heart.

Qi Chen already had this point in his mind

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Cognition.

Mo Chuanchuan hesitated for a moment: "Of course not..."

"Okay, I promise you!" Fang Zuyang responded, completely ignoring those around him. His face instantly turned pale, like a peony swaying in the wind and rain.

Mo Juan was silent, Zhongli and others were all silent, they didn't want to be disliked by Fang Zuyang at this time.

"Zu Yang...how did you..." Mo Chuanchuan said hurriedly.

Fang Zuyang touched her head gently and said with a smile: "Chuanchuan, don't worry yet, I am sincere to you, and this will not change in any way."

"You know how precious this bottle of psychic potion is, and we are 100% sure to win this bet, so it is equivalent to him giving this bottle of psychic potion to me."

"In my eyes, you have nothing to do with this bet. I will love you forever."

Qi Chen sighed, but said: "Mo Chuan Chuan, you don't like me. Young Master Fang may not like you that much. In his eyes, you are just a commodity, and yours

The price is roughly the same as this bottle of psychic potion."

Hearing this, Mo Chuanchuan's body shook violently.

Yes, no matter how much Fang Zuyang tried to comfort herself, this action was already insulting her.

However, at this time, it was impossible for her to break up with Fang Zuyang.

"Qi Chen, there's no need to be pretentious anymore. I know and understand Zu Yang's thoughts."

"Oh, really?"

Looking at Qi Chen's eyes, Fang Zuyang's heart beat faster for the first time. It was an unpleasant feeling, a feeling that he could not control.

Amid everyone's exclamations, Qi Chen dropped the extremely precious bottle of psychic potion that could make many monks break their heads, and threw it to the ground.

boom!

That sound was as clear and crisp as thunder.

Everyone was stunned.

Qi Chen clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant: "Young Master Fang, do we still bet?"

Fang Zuyang only felt pain like heart tearing. If so many people weren't present, he would definitely make Qi Chen's life worse than death.

"Your bet is gone, why do you want to bet!"

Qi Chen smiled mockingly: "Mo Chuan Chuan, you heard me right? I have the psychic potion, which allows Young Master Fang to bet on your feelings. If I don't have it, he won't bet on it anymore."

"I said, you are the price of a bottle of psychic potion."

"I can smash the psychic potion, but of course I won't disdain your engagement."

"And you actually said that the relationship between you and Mr. Fang is love. If this can be considered love, then your head may have been kicked by a donkey."

Everyone looked at this scene in horror because it was so unexpected.

After hearing what Qi Chen said, Mo Chuanchuan's face turned as white as paper, and his body became even thinner than paper.

He took a few steps back slightly, trying to catch Fang Zuyang, but missed the opportunity and fell to the ground.
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