Dressed as a sick beauty

Wen Qiushi stepped into the gate of the gambling house, and when he heard the phrase "even the book", he staggered under his feet and almost fell to the ground.

"stop--"

There was a breathless sound at the door.

When placing a bet on things, the gambling house must estimate the value before the deal is considered complete.

Wen Qiushi ran all the way from Tiandi Pavilion, dizzy and dizzy. After barely yelling a word, he rushed to the front of the account, supported the table with one hand, and slapped Gu Moze's palm with the other.

"No," he panted with his red lips parted slightly, "don't press me."

After running for more than half a street, Wen Qiushi felt pain in his throat, his legs seemed to be dragged by heavy objects, his arms were sore, and his whole body was sore? The only remaining strength was concentrated on the hand supporting the table, so as not to fall directly fell to the ground.

Trying to move Mo Xiejian's fingers away, the strength was light.

Gu Moze lowered his eyes and looked at the jade hand that seemed to be stroking the water in the pool. His fingertips hit the back of his hand.

Itchy hands.

He let go of Mo Xie, and couldn't help but hold the slightly wet hand, "What did Master Uncle say?"

Wen Qiushi panted, and said intermittently: "You...bet on me to win...you can't,"

"You don't need to worry about the uncle. I believe that the uncle can win, but it doesn't matter if he can't."

Gu Moze noticed a slightly protruding blue vein on Wen Qiushi's wrist, pressed his thumb on it, and felt the pulsation under the white skin.

Something novel.

Wen Qiushi took a breather, and when the gamblers came to pick up the sword, he withdrew his hand and pressed his palm on it, "You can't gamble!"

Gu Moze lost the fun in his hands, looked up for a moment, looked around, saw Zhang Jianjian and other disciples, "They can do it, why can't I."

Wen Qiushi looked into a pair of pitch-black eyes, and couldn't bear to tell him the fact that he was an unlucky guy. After thinking for a while, he pointed to the long red sword, "I've taken a fancy to this sword, I want to use it take away."

Wen Qiushi's uprightness surprised everyone around him.

The sword said that if you want it, how can it be such a beautiful thing.

Who would have thought that Gu Moze said "hmm" in a blink of an eye, and after the young man hugged Mo Xiejian in his arms like protecting a calf, he turned his palm over, and a long sword with green light appeared in his hand.

"Then I will suppress this go-getter."

Everyone: "?!"

Wen Qiushi: "?!"

Wen Qiushi had the urge to utter obscenities, so he endured it, and like a bandit, he took the sword away from Gu Moze.

"I've taken a fancy to this too, I want to take it away!"

Although Gu Moze is like this god-faced fake son, the main character picked up from the original book, but the opportunities he should have are not bad at all.

These two famous swords that have disappeared in the cultivation world for many years were acquired by Gu Moze when he went out to practice.

Holding the two swords, Wen Qiushi looked at Gu Moze warily, "Is there any more?"

"No more swords,"

Wen Qiushi breathed a sigh of relief, Gu Moze touched the storage ring, and took out a night pearl with the size of a head, and the soft light filled the casino.

"That's the only thing left? Gadgets."

After finishing speaking, Gu Moze put the Ye Mingzhu on the account, and the next moment, the Ye Ming Pearl was fished into the cyan storage ring.

Wen Qiushi had no expression on his face: "I've taken a fancy to it, I want to take it away."

"That......"

Gu Moze paused, intending to continue looking for valuables in the storage ring, when his wrist was pulled down. The force was very light, but it was enough to make him stop.

Wen Qiushi endured it to the extreme: "I also like this, I want to take it away!"

Gu Moze's eyes fell on the hand that was pulling him, he was taken aback for a moment, and was dragged away obediently.

There was a complete silence in the casino.

Zhang Jianjian and other Tianzong disciples were stunned, they looked at each other for a moment, gasped, as if they had discovered a terrible secret.

Pulled Gu Moze out of the casino in one breath, Wen Qiushi returned the two swords and Ye Mingzhu to him.

"You don't want to gamble with these things in the future, keep them, and you can't gamble with Lingshi, so you have to keep them."

Not long ago, when he was pressing himself, he glanced at the other accounts, and thought cheerfully: We promise not to use Gu Moze first.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he almost got hit.

Gu Moze's expression changed slightly: "Uncle Master is about to die."

How could Wen Qiushi really want it? He, while refusing, Gu Moze narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around and disappeared into the crowd, "If you want it, you can't go back on your word."

Wen Qiushi was holding the treasure dryly, and the eyes of passers-by all around fell on his hand. Wen Qiushi had to put back the storage ring first, and when he was about to leave this place, there was a commotion in front of him.

Before the figure arrives, a ray of light fragrance floats in first, and the smell is refreshing, just like being in a fairy forest in a secluded valley.

One? Pedestrians from far to near.

The leading woman was wearing a wide-sleeved white dress, holding a piano in her slender hands, and a veil covering most of her face, revealing soft and beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

Wen Qiushi faintly heard words such as "Beimomo" and "Yaoling Valley", and suddenly realized.

People from Yaoling Valley, the woman in white skirt is Bei Momo, the beloved disciple of the divine doctor.

Wen Qiushi lowered his head and glanced at his wrist. In the original book, the genius doctor of Yaoling Valley can cure all intractable diseases in the world. His original major was abolished, so he could spend time rebuilding it, but there was nothing he could do if his spiritual vein was damaged.

Maybe this genius doctor has a solution.

A group of people from Yaolinggu walked past him, and Wen Qiushi looked at each other all the way, without looking away for a long time.

"It's beautiful, but it's a pity that I'm wearing a veil."

Jia Tang appeared out of nowhere, clicked his tongue softly, and glanced at Wen Qiushi with an expression of "I understand you".

"Nan Qi Luo Bei Mo Mo, the two beauties in the cultivation world, it's a pity that they don't take off their veils easily." Jia Tang sighed melancholy, and said in a low voice, "Aunt Nan is because of you, you... "

Jia Tang was about to reprimand, but when he saw Wen Qiu, his expression was dazed, as if he hadn't thought for a moment that he scratched Nan Qiluo's face and made her wear a veil to show off to others.

"you this......"

Jia Tang looked at the blinking eyes of Qiu, scolded the words to his lips, couldn't understand how the person in front of him could have done such evil things back then, and turned a corner angrily.

"You little fool!"

Wen Qiushi: "?"

"Forget it, I'll take you to see how Bei Momo took off her veil. By analogy, you will know how beautiful Aunt Nan is, and how unreasonable things she did that year!"

Filled with righteous indignation, Jia Tang grabbed the man and hurried after him.

"You want? If you know your mistakes, you can correct them!"

Wen Qiushi was dragged into a warm pavilion in a daze.

Although it was daytime, bright lanterns were lit everywhere in the pavilion, and the air was filled with a refreshing fragrance, which was similar to what I smelled on the street when I was smelling autumn, which made people relax involuntarily.

Identity verification is required to enter the pavilion. Jia Tang took out a jade pendant, threw it to the attendant, and dragged Wen Qiushi to the third floor with ease.

In the elegantly decorated box, incense is burning.

Jia Tang pushed open the porch window, his eyes were facing the pavilion in the air, the white veils hung down on all sides, and he vaguely saw a figure playing the piano sitting in the pavilion.

With a flick of the fingertips, the sound of the piano came to the ears of everyone in the Nuan Pavilion.

Wen Qiushi's mind was shaken, and he seemed to wake up from a hazy state. Jia Tang saw that his expression was in a trance, and explained: "Bei Momo is a psychiatrist who is a master of medicine, and there is spiritual power injected by her in the music of the piano. If you are injured, listening to a song can heal you."

Wen Qiushi: "What if the spiritual vein is damaged?"

"I don't know that,"

Jia Tang put down the teacup, lit a red candle, and put it on the window sill.

"But I can ask Bei Momo to ask for you."

Wen Qiushi noticed that there were also lit candles on other windows in the attic, but most of them were white candles, and rarely red candles. "What is this?"

Jia Tang explained while lighting a red candle: "Want? It's not easy to invite Momo to Beimo. Lighting a candle is an offer, so it's considered to be buying her? The price of a few hours. But don't get me wrong, no one dared to move to Beimo many years ago." Momo is on the head, most of the people who come here want to ask her."

"At the end of the song, the one with the highest bid can invite her to the wing."

Jia Tang stood the third stick of red wax by the window, glanced at the other windows, and raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, "Sister Mo Mo is giving money everywhere, and I'm helping her do good deeds by doing this."

Wen Qiushi: "How much is this?"

Jia Tang: "Ten thousand white candles, one hundred thousand red candles."

"Except for you, there is only one red candle standing in one window." Wen Qiushi looked at his bare fingers, "Didn't you get kicked out, and you added two more."

"I pressed the Heaven and Earth Pavilion Jade Pendant,"

Jia Tang raised his legs, looking like a playboy, his eyes narrowed into slits, "They will go to my father for it."

In the blink of an eye, halfway through the song, Jia Tang pointed Jiangshan and said: "I have three candles in the opening, with an overwhelming momentum, other people will be scared out of their wits, and they don't even have the courage to chase the price."

As he spoke, he looked at Wen Qiu, and discussed: "I'll help you invite Sister Mo Mo, and you take the olive branch I threw, my father was not satisfied with what I threw last time."

"I can pick up ten times,"

Wen Qiushi had a half-smile, and pointed to a window diagonally above, "But you probably won't be able to invite him."

Jia Tang followed the trend and saw six red candles popping out of a window.

"?!"

Wen Qiushi: "Overwhelming momentum."

Without saying a word, Jia Tang added more candles, eight candles in a row by the window.

Not long after, the oblique window lit up eleven?

Wen Qiushi pressed Jia Tang's hand holding the candle, "Enough."

Jia Tang blushed: "No, no one can beat me with money!"

The young master of Jia's family couldn't stand this grievance, so he got two more than the other party. Unexpectedly, the owner of the oblique window was also rich and powerful, and every time he added three more than him.

When it reached 200 million, the candles in the other windows in the Snapper were automatically extinguished, watching the gods fight quietly.

After Jia Tang finished lighting the candles, it was almost to the limit, and he added more, worried that his father would kill him, so he coughed lightly and said loudly, "My Tiandi Pavilion, Jia Tang's spirit stone is not sympathetic!"

At this time, the sound of the piano was coming to an end, and the Nuan Pavilion was particularly quiet, and his voice could be heard by everyone in the audience.

Jia Tang deliberately let the other party hear it, to show his identity, let people weigh it? Do you want it? Don't you? Continue to follow.

There was no response from the inclined square window for a long while.

Jia Tang heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that he had declared himself his family, and the other party should show some face, but in a blink of an eye, he saw ten red candles added to the oblique window.

Jia Tang: "?!"

He set up the Tiandi Pavilion, and the other party didn't show face. That's all, such an intensified behavior can undoubtedly be called provocation.

boom!

Jia Tang slapped the table and stood up, furious, "I'll go see who ate the bear's heart and leopard's gall."

He rolled up his sleeves and slammed the door out angrily.

Wen Qiushi glanced at the beautiful figure on the pavilion, picked up a bunch of grapes and went out.

Before he had taken two steps, he saw a figure come back with the shit out of him, and there seemed to be an evil spirit chasing after him.

"Quick, run away,"

Jia Tang's face turned pale, "It's my father!"