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Author: Going to the Winter

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Depend on the situation, to check it out. But he did not stop Ke Qier and said, "Of course not."

"Okay. Angel's promise is trustworthy."

The professional gambler nodded as if satisfied. "That's all I can say about the 'professional land-making master'."

"Enough." to check.

"So come on?" The professional gambler stretched out a finger and drew a shallow white line on the floor.

He drew a circle on one side and a pair of wings with simple lines on the other side.

“‘Will you leave the end of the end of the end alone’.”

The sharp black fingers of the professional gambler pressed the line and asked a question mark. "Which side do you want to choose?"

Yi Cha glanced at the simple drawing:

"I'll choose first? That can't help but start to make me wonder if you have the ability to change the results."

The professional gambler smiled. Instead of being ashamed, he was happy as if he had carefully prepared gifts to be discovered. "You have, too. Don't you?"

"That's right." Yizha nodded.

There are many explanations for "Leaving the End of the End" and there seems to be many misses to be found, but he is very sure that the ability of a "professional gambler" will make these plans clear when the bet is formed.

"Do you need time to think?" A professional gambler casually turned into an oval thing, whizzing around the tip of his nails.

"No. Regarding "whether I will leave the end of the end of the end of the way alone", I chose 'yes'." to check.

"So straightforward, why?"

“Because I don’t like gradual bets.”

Echa blinked. "This is a feedback on your previous confession: the explanation will not only reveal my habits, but also my tendencies in this matter and the next possible steps."

"Very good. I like your attitude very much." said a professional gambler, "Then say goodbye here."

A little sudden.

"Uh. You haven't mentioned any bets yet." Ke Qier reminded.

The expressions of professional gamblers have not changed at all.

"I forgot," he said with a giggle, "but you will know in the future. This is just a small episode. Do your business. The bet will come true at the moment the bet comes to the result."

"Are you kidding?"

To check him, "Go and tell him ten thousand passers-by, no one would believe that professional gamblers can forget this basic process.

If you just want me to say a few more words to judge my behavioral habits, this is better - I can tell you here about sixteen ways to untie the tangle of Viagra hair in one day."

The professional gambler looked at him with a smile without answering.

Suddenly, my hand shook, grabbed the oval object on my fingertips, and threw it towards me.

To check the thing, the oval little thing is smooth and warm, and at first glance it looks like a dark blue pebbles.

There is a small bulge on the pebbles. After pressing it, the pebbles open along the long side to remind you of some kind of decoration called "locker box".

There is a small, weird-colored picture inside, with a hand holding a thumb up - a "sanction" posture that is common to about 50% of the intelligent race in the pan plane.

"What's this?"

Close the oval "dangle box" to check, and then find that it cannot be opened.

“This is my ‘signature skill’ as a ‘professional gambler’. It is concrete.”

A professional gambler tapped the "locker box" with a long fingertip.

“I call it ‘profitable report’. It shows the benefits of the wearer’s current decision.

Of course, this is not a mass-producible substance or energy. This piece of stuff is the product of my understanding and experience in the field of "gambling", plus the collection of objectively known laws and regulations and encapsulation.

That is, it can represent all my skills as a ‘professional gambler’.”

His eyes flashed with light. This was a symbol of self-confidence.

“After my experience and understanding reach a certain level, as the essence of my thinking—even more superb than my thinking—the ‘profitable report’ can play a role in my own way.

Now I start a bet, before making any decisions—such as choosing an opponent, choosing the type of gambling, guessing a certain side of the coin, reporting the points of the dice, and casting the dark... ‘profitable reports’ will show me potential benefits.”

"So I don't even have to think too much now and analyze more. I just need to check the 'profitable report' from time to time. Of course, I can only view it once in a while."

He smiled faintly. "This is the secret of why I am always invincible as a 'professional gambler'."

"So, you give it to me?" Yicha raised an eyebrow.

He subconsciously looked around to see if there were any other guys who heard this confidential conversation. However, he immediately realized that this was a waste of worry. The "professional gambler" must have read the result of saying this to him with a "profitable report".

The result must be positive, and only "professional gamblers" will make such a decision.

"You are such a kind guy!" Ke Qier said in surprise.

"I'm lending it to you for a while. On your way to find a 'professional land-building master'."

The professional gambler smiled gently, "I want to show sincerity-because I can't tell you the bet.

But you can feel at ease. I think you have checked the profitable report just now and saw your 'profit' about agreeing to this bet."

"I only see 'this'." Yi Cha made a thumbs-up gesture with expressionless face.

“‘This’ means ok.”

Professional gamblers also compared the posture, "It can't show too accurate results, right?"

I checked and was silent for a while.

The music suddenly turned into a trumpet bang that pierced the balloon. The first time it was very loud, and all the creatures in the field were shocked and bounced off - the butts of some unsolid structures fell off.

"What do you do if you give this to us?" Ke Qier asked suddenly.

"I still have my own brain!" The professional gambler laughed. "Thank you for your concern, angel."

"Yes." said To Cha. "The last question."

"I try my best, but I don't guarantee that I can answer." said the professional gambler.

"What does the 'profitable report' show when you plan to bring this bet to me?"

"Ah..." The professional gambler thought for a while and said kindly: "I shouldn't tell you, but let's do it: there is a seagull catching a fish on it, and the fish is very fat."

"What?"

"Seagull, that's..."

"I know what a seagull is," Yicha interrupted.

"I think that's what I'm trying to gain a lot," said a professional gambler.

It is hard to doubt that such an answer is fabricated.

"good."

Yizhe nodded and grabbed the amplitude of 300. "Goodbye."

"I'm looking forward to it." Professional gamblers waved their long black claws.

To check them through the hall, through the curved rainbow light and the harsh music, accepting fingers and fingers.

"We're leaving?" Ke Qier asked immediately after him.

"I think the purpose of the 'big guide' has been fully achieved. Unless you want something else to drink," Yicha replied.

"No. No, no." Ke Qier walked through a structure that was drunk on the ground and shook his head quickly.

"Okay. Now we should go to the vortex of the ocean of nothingness and look for the 'seven-mouthed monster' and the 'professional land-making master'."
Chapter completed!