Mr. Long was a little anxious and knocked on the table and urged.

Cheng Fan smiled helplessly, and Old Man Li was still struggling.

Bang!

south wind!

Cheng Fan was too lazy to think about it, no matter whether he was big or small.

Let’s talk about it after you fight, and find a way to help him.

"Bar!"

Old man Li shouted at the top of his lungs.

It seems like I'm going to go in the next second.

The sound fell and he collapsed on the chair and gasped.

But he took the Nanfeng away in his hand and happily slid to the corner of the table with the other three pieces.

"Hi, hi! I'm so happy today!"

Old Man Li grinned at Old Man Long, and was overjoyed.

After that, he blinked at Cheng Fan and secretly sent him a secret message.

"Xiao Cheng, you played well! I think you are very talented."

"From the future, I will teach you more and more! I will teach you the best teacher!"

Cheng Fan complained in his heart: Just pull it off, just like you, a non-master, quitting gambling early is the right way.

No matter how much I think about it, I can’t stop the cards.

Three laps soon passed.

Niansuixi and Mr. Long occasionally looked at Cheng Fan with surprise.

Something is wrong with this kid today.

Why do you keep feeding cards to that old Biden?

Did he not use Hupao?

He sent a private message: "Don't feed him cards anymore, do you know if you have any questions?"

Cheng Fan repeatedly complained: "I want to fight well, first of all, I have to be able to play!"
Chapter completed!