Douluo: Why do you need to fight one-on-one when you can fight in groups?

"This thing is quite interesting."

Xie Yue hit a pair of "10" and smiled.

"Two. And one more card."

Hu Liena's face was flushed. She hung a few notes and played down two cards. She raised the last card in her hand with a proud expression and looked at Yan.

Because Yan is the landlord.

Yan's mouth twitched: "No."

Mu Zige didn't want it either, he shouted listlessly.

"A 7. Yan——"

Hu Liena looked at Yan and drawled.

"I know, I know."

Yan pasted two notes on his face depressedly. He has played a lot now, but Yan has never won once. The few times he won were all brought by other farmers.

There has never been a time when it was Yan who ended the battle.

"Come again, come again."

"Come on, what else can you do?"

Mu Zige was fed up and put away the cards without saying a word, making up his mind to destroy this thing if he had the chance.

"What's going on?" Yan asked.

Xieyue and Hu Liena also looked at Muzige.

"Yes. What's the matter?"

Mu Zige was stunned. It seemed that nothing happened. His most important task these days was to establish a good relationship with the three people in front of him.

Muzige suddenly felt envious of Miaomiao.

Meow Meow had also woken up before, but saw that he was being dragged to play cards again.

He was so frightened that he trembled all over. When Mu Zige wasn't paying attention, he got into the elf ball and couldn't get out.

Mu Zige's eyes rolled and suddenly lit up: "Master, if you have something to ask me, it's getting late now and it's almost too late. I'll leave first."

After saying that, Mu Zige ran out.

It was dark outside, with only a few moonlight shining on the ground, and the night was very quiet.

Mu Zige looked around and didn't plan to find the master, but directly found a hotel to stay.

……

On the third day after arriving at Wuhun Hall, Yan, Muzige, and Miaomiao were playing cards again in the garden where they first met.

But the expressions of Muzige and Miaomiao were very forced and without passion, because Muzige was forced by Yan, and Miaomiao was called by Muzige.

"Little pigeon, I will definitely win this time and you will kneel down and beg for mercy."

Yan's face is now full of confidence.

He had studied the tactics all night yesterday, and he would definitely defeat Mu Zige today, return all the shame, and let Mu Zige go out at night with notes all over his body.

Mu Zige curled her lips and hated Yan deeply, not only because she kept him playing cards all day long, but also gave him nicknames! ?

Do you know this is a felony?

Xie Yue and Hu Liena looked on with slightly bored expressions.

Hu Liena said: "Is Yan in a daze?"

Yan has been really abnormal recently. Whenever he gets a chance, he plays cards with Mu Zige. Even if Mu Zige burns the cards, he will still make a pair for himself. He is absolutely crazy.

Xie Yue nodded helplessly and sighed: "Oh! I haven't withdrawn. Although this thing is indeed interesting, there is no need to be obsessed with it to this extent."

Hu Liena was about to speak, but suddenly she was stunned and said respectfully: "Master!? And Elder Ju, Elder Ghost, why are you here?"

Hearing Hu Liena's words, Xie Yue was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to her senses, turned around, and saw a very beautiful woman, none other than Pope Bibi Dong of Wuhun Palace.

Behind him were Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo, the two generals.

"His Majesty the Pope!" Xie Yue said respectfully.

"His Majesty the Pope?" Yan, who was obsessed with playing cards, raised his head in confusion. When he saw Bibi Dong, he was startled and stood up quickly, scattering the cards in his hand on the floor: "His Majesty the Pope."

Mu Zige also stood up, but he was unusually listless: "Hello, His Majesty the Pope, I wish you happiness like the East Sea, longevity as long as the Southern Mountains, eternal prosperity, and unification of the world. Long live, long live, long live."

"Blessings also to the two elders Jugui, and also to me."

The corner of Ju Douluo's mouth twitched, and he almost couldn't hold it back, and was about to hit Mu Zige: "Boy, what are you talking about? How can we compare with His Majesty the Pope? The Pope can be the greatest person in the world today, aloof, beautiful, and powerful. How can a little chrysanthemum like us compare to a little devil?"

Thousands of wears, no flattery.

Regardless of whether His Majesty the Pope cares about it or not, let’s take a picture first and then talk about it.

Ghost Douluo's whole body was hidden under the black robe, and his expression could not be seen in the shadow, but his body did shake, and it could be seen that his mood was not calm.

Bibi Dong smiled, but didn't seem to care much: "I have some free time today, so I thought of coming here to see how you get along."

"It's okay." Mu Zige casually swept the cards on the table. Suddenly his eyes lit up. He looked at Bibi Dong and said, "Pope, do you play cards?"

Yan suddenly raised his head and looked at Mu Zige with a dull expression.

"Playing cards?" Bibi Dong was also stunned at this moment. Cong Congyu pointed at the table of wooden cards: "Is that this? Play it?"

"Yes! Hit it! Smash it hard! It's best to destroy it." Mu Zige said, with a vague look of expectation.

But at this time, Yan said: "His Majesty the Pope, please don't listen to the little pigeon. This card is not meant to be played."

Yan was also afraid that Bibi Dong would drop the rough wooden sign that she had worked hard for all day.

"Little pigeon? It's a good name." Bibi Dong smiled with interest.

But Mu Zige looked bitter. The name "Little Pigeon" was really his nightmare.

Because Yan kept shouting like this these days, Xie Yue and Hu Liena also started shouting like this.

Especially now, the Pope also means this, my nickname is Xiao Ke!

Mu Zige wailed in his heart.

After praising Mu Zige's nickname, Bibi Dong lifted Miaomiao, sat in his place, and held Miaomiao in her arms.

"Then how to play this game? Yan?"

"Meow!!"

The meow who was held in Bibi Dong's arms suddenly became furious. He struggled restlessly and his claws were exposed: "Woman!! Let me go. This meow is not interested in human women."

"Then when I get the chance, I'll find some female cats for you. Now... you better stay calm, okay?"

Bibi Dong smiled, grabbed Miaomiao's hands, made two "click" sounds, and broke Miaomiao's hands off and reunited at the same time in an instant.

Mu Zige trembled all over and turned pale in fright at the sound.

Meow blinked and waited for a while. When the pain surged up, he reacted and let out a miserable cry: "Meow!?!?!?"

When the pain subsided, Miaomiao became obedient and sat in Bibi Dong's arms, although the expression on her face was still one of reluctance.

My heart was filled with tears:

“小舞，我对不起你啊喵。是这该死的女人强迫我的喵，我打不过她啊喵，喵喵喵(^?1?1?1?6?1?1^)”

Bibi Dong looked at Yan: "Yan?"

The meaning is obvious.

Yan was stiff and managed to speak clearly, but he also stumbled when explaining. In his heart, the Pope had always been very majestic, and he had seen the tragic situation that Miao Miao had just seen.

Somewhat scared.

After confirming that Miaomiao was fine, Muzige breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up from Miaomiao with a traceless gaze, seemingly casually. There was deep envy in his heart, and he hated a certain cat who was so blessed that he didn't know how to be blessed.

Let go of that cat and let me do it.

Bibi Dong gently stroked Miaomiao's head with her jade hand, then looked at Mu Zige: "You tell me the rules, Yan is a little afraid of me."

Yan was relieved in his heart, but he certainly couldn't show it on the surface. He quickly said: "His Majesty the Pope, Mu Zige is the inventor of this game. Let him say it is correct."

Bibi Dong's charming face had a half-smile but not a smile: "Little Pigeon is quite versatile."