Mrs. Shizi[Comprehensive Martial Arts]

As Zhao Youheng's words fell, the smile on Long Xiaoyun's face gradually disappeared.

Long Xiaoyun looked at Zhao Youheng with colder eyes, but Zhao Youheng didn't care at all, and even shrugged at him.

Long Xiaoyun: "..."

The steward in Tsing Yi cleared his throat, and announced the final result of the bet, "In this case, then this bet..." Even though his boss - Zhao Youheng was standing in front of him, the steward in Tsing Yi did not show any abnormality on his face He looked at Long Xiaoyun and Zhongyuan Dianhong in a businesslike manner and said, "The winner will be Mr. Zhongyuan Dianhong."

Zhongyuan Dianhong didn't show a happy expression for the final result, he held the sword with his expression still indifferent, and nodded to the steward in Tsing Yi, while Long Xiaoyun was not as calm as Zhongyuan Dianhong.

Noticing Long Xiaoyun's inability to completely conceal his expression, Tsing Yi steward asked leisurely, "Young Master Long, do you have any objections?"

After Tsing Yi steward's words fell, Long Xiaoyun became the focus of everyone's attention, and he subconsciously showed a smile under the attention, "I have no objection."

"That's good." Satisfied that both parties agree with his judgment, the serious Tsing Yi steward slightly hooked his lower lip.

Witnessed by steward Tsing Yi, Long Xiaoyun gave the Chiba Longevity Sword to Zhongyuan Dianhong.Although it was the other party's effort to get the sword in his hand, it can be considered that Long Xiaoyun gave the sword willingly (?).

Having failed to achieve his goal and lost his sword, Long Xiaoyun just wanted to leave with the money he won on the first floor, but Zhao Youheng was not going to let him go.

If Long Xiaoyun, who is no longer in the limelight, wants to go downstairs quietly, he must pass by Zhao Youheng who is standing at the stairs.

Just when Long Xiaoyun passed by Zhao Youheng, and he was relieved that Zhao Youheng didn't notice him, the folding fan in Zhao Youheng's hand knocked on Long Xiaoyun's shoulder.

Long Xiaoyun froze.

"I want to make a bet with you."

Hitting Long Xiaoyun with the folding fan again, after unblocking his acupoint, Zhao Youheng tilted his head at Long Xiaoyun who turned his head without moving, and pushed the evil ghost who was sliding a little bit with the top of the folding fan mask.

Although Zhao Youheng didn't say anything, Long Xiaoyun even felt that there must be a smiling face under the mask of the evil ghost, but he still felt the malice from the other party.

but why?

Where did he provoke this "golden cancan"?

Although he was puzzled by this, Long Xiaoyun did not ask Zhao Youheng his doubts, but politely rejected the other party's invitation, "I am not short of money."

——This "Jin Cancan" must be a person who has nothing but money, even if you gamble, you must gamble with him.

With this in mind, Long Xiaoyun decided to block the other party's words from the source.

However, is Zhao Youheng a person who can think with common sense?

"I'm not short of money." Zhao Youheng opened the folding fan, and displayed the seven big characters "Money is something outside the body" on the fan. After confirming that Long Xiaoyun had seen these words, he closed the folding fan again , and then said, "But I just want to bet with you."

Feng Shui turns, just now Long Xiaoyun gambled with Zhongyuan Yidianhong, who was "not short of money", on his freedom, and now Zhao Youheng is going to bet his money with Long Xiaoyun, who is "not short on money".

If you want to go to the second floor of Silver Hook Casino, you must not only have the qualifications and capital to gamble, but you must also have the ability to gamble and dare to gamble.So according to the rules of Yinhook Casino, Long Xiaoyun can refuse Zhao Youheng's invitation, but he has to pay a price that can satisfy Zhao Youheng who made the invitation.

Of course, in order to prevent someone from taking the opportunity to maliciously trick people, the beauties who accompany the guests and the stewards who may exist anywhere on the second floor are the witnesses and judges.

Was Zhao Youheng's invitation malicious?

does not exist.

Knowing that he would definitely not be able to pay the price that would satisfy the other party, Long Xiaoyun, who felt that he would not lose, simply asked, "How do you want to bet?"

"Just bet on the simplest 'rolling the dice', just change the method." Unfolding the folding fan and shaking it, Zhao Youheng's voice was casually his own, "Find someone present to shake it."

Saying so, Zhao Youheng closed the folding fan, held it in his hand and twirled it.

The folding fan in his hand stopped turning, and the top of the fan pointed to Duanmu Rong who was standing aside and hadn't left yet.

"Just her." Holding the fan, he pointed in the direction of Duanmu Rong with the top of the fan, his tone was casual as if he really just randomly clicked on someone, as if he didn't know Duanmu Rong at all.

Duanmu Rong pushed the Rakshasa mask on her face, looked at Zhao Youheng and blinked, "Master, have you ever asked me if I would roll the dice for you?"

Putting the fan in his waist, Zhao Youheng asked Duanmu Rong, his kind-hearted counterpart, "Then girl, would you roll the dice for me?"

Duanmu Rong supported the Rakshasa mask and nodded slightly, "For the sake of the evil ghost mask on your face, it's fine."

"Then thank you girl."

"Ah."

The conversation between Duan Murong and Zhao Youheng at this moment is like two men and women who had a good impression of each other when they first met.

No one noticed that whether it was Zhao Youheng or Duanmu Rong, when they were talking to each other, although their voices were calm, there was a smile deep in their eyes.

After Zhao Youheng chose the person to roll the dice with, he turned his head to Long Xiaoyun, silently signaling the other party to choose someone.

Long Xiaoyun pursed his lips, and instead of choosing the beauty in blue who was accompanying him, he walked towards Duanmu Rong.

Just when most people thought he would choose Duan Murong—after all, Zhao Youheng didn’t stipulate that he couldn’t choose the same person—but Long Xiaoyun stood in front of Duan Murong, looked down at Shaman beside her, And evoked a charming smile at Sharman, "Girl, would you roll the dice for me?"

Duan Murong's eyes touched Long Xiaoyun's smiling face, and she took a small step back subconsciously, while Shaman next to her moved her eyes and blessed Long Xiaoyun, "Young master, this servant is serving you. distinguished guest."

In other words, if Long Xiaoyun wanted Shaman to roll the dice for him, he needed Duanmurong's consent.

Long Xiaoyun looked at Duanmu Rong, and asked softly, "Girl?"

Duanmu Rong: "..." The index finger lightly pressed the Rakshasa mask on the bottom, and out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Shaman, who called herself "Nujia" and lowered her head so that she couldn't see any expression. They looked at each other horizontally, then nodded to Long Xiaoyun, "Yes."

After choosing the person to roll the dice, Zhao Youheng and Long Xiaoyun should find a box to gamble, but——

Without moving his feet, Zhao Youheng looked Long Xiaoyun up and down with obvious movements, "I have a question, do you have money?"

Long Xiaoyun: "What do you think?"

After smoothing out the wrinkles on the sleeves, Long Xiaoyun tried to prove that he was rich and gambled with Zhao You by saying "I can wear clothes like this, but that doesn't mean I'm rich?"

However, the question remains, is Zhao Youheng able to think with common sense?

"Okay, since you want to bet with me with your clothes, I don't mind." Zhao You tilted his head, and then said, "The winner is determined in one game, and the bet is on who rolls the smallest number of dice. If you lose, take off your clothes; if I lose, I will give you 1 taels."

Long Xiaoyun: "...???" Did I mean that?

The crowd watching: "...???!!!" Did they miss something just now?

Zhao You smiled and said nothing, he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

For this situation, Duanmu Rong was not surprised at all.

In the silence, Long Xiaoyun, who was tempted by 1 taels, managed to find his voice, "...All right."

……

When they came to the box, as the dice shakers, Duanmu Rong and Shaman each got the same dice cup and five dice.

Both the dice cup and the dice were provided by Tsing Yi steward, and had been inspected by Zhao Youheng and Long Xiaoyun respectively.

Standing opposite each other across the table, Duanmu Rong and Shaman looked at each other.

Duanmu Rong pushed the mask down with his index finger expressionlessly, while Shaman raised his orchid fingers, hooked the broken hair on the side of his face behind his ears, and turned to Zhao, who was standing beside Duanmurong, Yuheng curled his lips and smiled.

Standing with Zhao Youheng, Duanmu Rong who thought Shaman was looking at her slightly tilted her head, not quite understanding why the other party smiled so seductively.

After she couldn't figure it out, Duanmu Rong simply stopped thinking about it, and as the steward Tsing Yi said, she and Shaman rolled the dice together.

Different from Shaman who shakes the dice cup out of tricks and moves with beauty, Duanmu Rong shakes the dice cup up and down very casually, with a look of carelessness.

After waiting to stop shaking the dice cup at the same time as Shaman, Duanmu Rong casually put the dice cup in his hand on the table, and slightly raised his eyebrows at Shaman.

Shaman tightened his lips and opened the dice cup first.

The five dice were tired together, and Sharman rolled out a point.

Logically speaking, the number of dice rolled by rolling the dice would never be smaller than one, but seeing the one rolled by Shaman, Duanmu Rong slightly hooked his lower lip to the confident Long Xiaoyun, He casually opened the dice cup in front of him.

No dice, just a pile of ashes.

Long Xiaoyun couldn't believe it, "How is it possible?"

Facing Long Xiaoyun's questioning, Duanmu Rong crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at him, "Did you stipulate in advance that you can't change the dice? No? If not, then why is it impossible?"

As Duanmurong asked three questions, Long Xiaoyun's face became more and more ugly.

So, betting on this matter depends on technology and... guts.

Looking at the pile of ashes on the table, Long Xiaoyun couldn't help feeling annoyed at the initial underestimation of Zhao Youheng, and at the same time couldn't help questioning the relationship between Duanmu Rong and Zhao Youheng, "Do you know each other? "

Duanmu Rong was already prepared for this doubt. She asked Long Xiaoyun without changing her face or heartbeat, "Since this is the case, then I can also question whether you know Shaman."

Without waiting for Long Xiaoyun's rebuttal, Duanmu Rong immediately asked, "Did I come up with him?"

"No? Then when I was rolling the dice, did I have any verbal or eye contact with him?" Duanmu Rong put down his hand on his chest, "Or not? Instead, it was you and Shaman who rolled the dice I even blinked at you when I was there... If you really want to doubt it, the two of you are more likely to know each other, right?"

Shaman didn't actually blink, she was obviously winking at Zhao Youheng, but who knew that Long Xiaoyun was looking at Shaman at that time, and thought she was winking at him, so he smiled back at her.

She felt innocent, but Shaman couldn't explain it at this moment, otherwise she would drag Zhao Youheng, who she wanted to please, into the water.So she looked at Duanmurong with aggrieved face, trying to convince Zhao Youheng who was beside Duanmurong of her innocence.

Shaman clearly knew his innocence, but Long Xiaoyun would have thought that he and Shaman had a close relationship if he hadn't known that he really didn't know Shaman.

Duanmurong was almost brought into her logic, looking at Duanmurong who spoke very contagiously, Long Xiaoyun suddenly had a feeling of déjà vu.

—Has he heard somewhere similar to this remark?