The middle-aged man walked into the preparation room again.

After changing his miserable appearance, he burst into tears and snot, and he was crying and lying to the peasant woman's soul, "Mom, my son didn't guess, he was only one cent away, just one cent away. Not only did he lose all his capital, but he also blocked his life."

"Mom, mom." The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, slid his knees and rubbed against the unconscious peasant woman's soul. "You just hold on for another round, otherwise you will pay back the money without the share of silver, and the gambling house will chop your son and feed the dog."

"It's another one less, why is it another one less?" The peasant woman muttered in a dizzy way, her eyes were turbid, and she was about to lose her way.

The middle-aged man used his trump card again, "Mom, my dear mother, they not only want to chop me up, but also use your grandson to pay off the debt. Think about it, the Hou family is going to be the last one."

"Ah, I can hold on for another round." The peasant woman almost breathed her last breath, her eyes were full of vitality, and she muttered: "Stick up for another round, hold on for another round, for the sake of her grandson, hold on for another round."

Seeing that the middle-aged man had stabilized the soul of the peasant woman, he secretly whispered, turned around and smiled with a slutty smile on his face, showing kindness to the Seven Kills of Black Robe, "Thanks to the tips given by me, let's win-win. This time, how much soul weighs? The rules are the same."

The Seven Killers of Black Robe didn't expect that the blind harass was really a hit.

However, when he saw the middle-aged man performing in the preparation room, he thought to himself, if it weren't for labor and capital, he would have done evil ways and would be shameless. Just a filial son like you, labor and capital will directly arrest you to meet the officials.

Look.

Even those with bad intentions can't stand it anymore. How disgusting is this middle-aged man.

"One or five cents." The black-robed Qisha waved impatiently, without any concealment on his face.

The middle-aged man did not think it was angry, but rather he thought he was happy, and he thought that he had really drawn inside information from the mouth of the Soul Master who was in charge.

With the experience of the previous one, he ran all the way, not only suppressing all his gains, but also blocking all his life.

People are still muttering in their hearts, it is best to last this round, hold on for another round, win and get another hand, then they will be sent to their ancestors and they will lift the coffin board and wake up laughing.

People think beautifully in their hearts. After a handful of insider information, they will make a return. This business that is sure to make a profit is not enough.

If you make a fortune, you will have enough money and spend some money to hire someone to cut the black robe that collects labor and capital money into pieces.

Then he kicked the yellow-faced woman at home and married seventeen or eighteen yellow-flowered daughters, and became a groom every day.

I have to build a few luxury houses and drive away all the poor neighbors around me. These things that are always hard-working and carrying the sun on the mountain are not worthy of living with labor and capital.

What are the four great courtesans in the Enchanting House? Change one a day, and if you don’t sleep, you will spend money and lick it when you lie down.

I will donate an official to my son, and I will donate an official to me. Made, so that labor and capital can also experience the pleasure of bullying people with their own legs.

Look at the thoughts of this gambler after he fantasizes about getting rich, ha~hei~tui~! A mouthful of thick phlegm crushes you to death, making a certain slut named Xia feel sick.

The confused and unconscious peasant woman's soul, regardless of the matter, was muttering "Sustaining for a round, holding for a round", and even the sword light flew over and cut off her arm without even realizing it.

The obsession that had been holding on for a while forced her consciousness to remain undispersed. The entire gambling house, with her muttering, kept hiding into her body.

Her eyes began to change to death gray, and she didn't know whether her consciousness was stronger or weaker. Anyway, she was muttering the sound of "sustaining a round", and it became even more weird.

"I'll weigh one or five cents, I'll suppress it all." The middle-aged man was full of energy when he bets, with blood in his eyes faintly. With the rich thoughts of getting rich in his heart, he was so excited that he danced with his hands and feet, and his body was trembling subconsciously. I don't know how happy he was.

"I won't suppress it." Cao Guangxiao spit out three words and shook his head directly, "You can just hook me up with my ten-year life. I can't joke about my brothers' lives."

"Tsk tsk tsk." The two Qi Killing people behind him kept tskating and forced him to place a bet, "It's okay if you don't suppress it. If you lose one round, I'll kill two of them."

Cao Guangxiao looked at him with a faint blue veins on his forehead. He endured it, but still couldn't help it. He angrily scolded: "Just relying on your soul master in the Qikill Group, you can also control our soul-suppressing envoys. If you hadn't used the Anwang waist card to deceive us into trust, how could I have been ambushed?"

"That's all you can blame for being stupid, who else can you blame?"

"snort."

Cao Guangxiao snorted coldly, his face showed coldness, his neck was stalking, and he would rather die than surrender. "If you want to kill, you want to insult my soul-suppressing envoy? Don't even think about it. If I don't say I won't suppress you."

Cao Guangxiao dared not bet again? The last remaining soul was just guessing. He didn't think he had good luck and could guess both.

He had thought in his mind that if he didn't bet, he would lose his two brothers, and he would lose his bet. After passing this level, the new soul came to power. With his experience as a soul master Qiu Chen, he was truly sure at that time.

And he was not brainless. He was delaying time in this way. He believed that those brothers who were injured and escaped should be brought in to rescue soldiers soon.

I don’t know if the reinforcements can be discovered that this gambling shop is like the demon market in Qingfeng Tower, and is two different yin and yang levels in the same space.

...

Of course Chen Feng noticed it.

He was using his dream to create a dream world, killing all directions on the gambling table as big as a dice.

The ghost-eyed man who opened his eyes and closed his eyes, said what time it was when he was in his dream.

"I won again, hiss, which one is this in a row?"

The gambler who followed Chen Feng's bet seemed to be quicker.

Chen Feng made fifteen consecutive games, not only did he get all the big and small, but he also bet on the right odd and even numbers.

The silver in front of him was piled up into hills.

"Come again." Hezhuang was sweating profusely, and his hands holding the table were raising blue veins.

"444, big, double, 12 o'clock, leopard." Chen Feng shook the silver mountain in front of him, slapped the table with both hands, staring at Hezhuang with a rainbow of momentum.

He deliberately used his experience of watching gambling movies in his previous life.

At this time, the "manager" of the gambling house should have noticed this place long ago. They either exchange the lotus house, invite themselves to enter the "VIP hall", or ask themselves to "drink coffee" to search for their body to see if it is a thousand.

Hezhuang had changed three groups, and the gambling thugs also drove away the gamblers who followed the trend and betted around with bad eyes.

"Little brother, I'm so lucky. I'll play with you for a few games." The speaker, holding his pipe, slowly spit out a cigarette ring, patted Hezhuang, who was sweating, and signaled him to go down.

The person who came was in his early fifties, had short hair and light vertical hair, two strokes of fine horns, which were well maintained, and his speech was not hot, and his tone was very comfortable to hear.

Chen Feng once saw this man from afar.

It was the one who was gambled outside the life and death ruins that Uncle No. 5 asked him to give his family a little money, the boss of Changsheng Gambling House and Master Quan San.

When Chen Feng saw it, he thought, hey, the show is coming.

I'm afraid you won't play cards.

"It's just my wish. These are so pediatrics. There's nothing more exciting about such a huge gambling shop?" Chen Feng pushed the silver mountain in front of him, and the silver white spread all over the gambling table.

Master Quan San knocked on his pipe without any worries, laughed and looked at Chen Feng's eyes, his eyes slightly contracted, and the majesty of the superiors was not angry, "It's exciting, I'm afraid you don't have the courage."

Chen Feng was not showing any weakness, and supported his hands on the edge of the gambling table, leaning forward slightly, in this oppressive posture, his mouth raised, staring at Master Quan's eyes, and said unwillingly:

"Do you dare to bet on your life?"
Chapter completed!