Chapter 422: The Man of Yeling

The lower the odds, the more people will win against her.

"I look up to my master so much, if I lose, won't the casino make a lot of money?"

Boss Qian coughed desperately twice, Master Qian, please, say less.

The first game of the game between Locust and Shen Qianshu.

The scene was extremely tense.

This is the biggest gamble of the year, and the private ports are crowded.

One starts.

Shen Qianshu took a pair of Qs, the locusts are miscellaneous cards, and the card has always been Shen Qianshu bigger than him, and Shen Qianshu is full of pressure.

People who often watch Qianye's games know that her style is a local tyrant.

A pair is not bad for money, how much you follow, how much I follow, and finally stud, full pressure!

This momentum is seven points better than others.

After all, no one dares to be like her, no matter how big or small the cards are, she is dead.

In the second game, the beginning was still Shen Qianshu, and it went all the way to the end.

If you win one more game, you will have zero locusts.

The locust was a little nervous, a little sweat broke out on the tip of his nose, Shen Qianshu was calm, he looked like he was winning, his picturesque facial features were flawless in the light, and his eyes were aura and moving, as if he was always smiling, and he was extraordinarily peachy.

"Your gambling skills are taught by Yeling?" asked the locust suddenly, he had not spoken since the first game, and as soon as he spoke, everyone trembled, and his unmodified face was very gloomy, and his face was as white as a ghost.

The voice was as cold as a fool's errand, the kind of cold that penetrated into people's bones.

Mr. is a good gambler?

The last time he played the landlord, he couldn't even beat the children's painting?

"Master Qian, I am self-taught. "Boasting and not dead, Shen Qianshu smiled and bent his eyes.

"I don't believe it, your style is too similar to his. ”

Shen Qianshu smiled and said, "Ugly people, every one of them is ugly with characteristics, and beautiful people always have similarities." ”

In other words, there are always similarities between powerful people.

The face of the locust turned whiter.

Sunan Cheng sneered, he thought that the locusts must be angry.

This stimulates the opponent or something, it is a common means on the gambling table, and Qianye's character is really intimidating to the opponent's temper.

"I don't believe you're the man of Yeling!"

Shen Qianshu smiled and said, "I'm really the man of Yeling!"

Sunan Cheng trembled, Qianye, didn't you say it, don't mention it again?

Don't mention the good past, how many ups and downs do you think about?

"I want to see what my Yeling man looks like!" A familiar and cold voice came, nailing Shen Qianshu to the chair in an instant, and her eyes widened, as if she had seen a ghost.

I'm hallucinating, right?

Well, I must be hallucinating.

Calm, calm!

"Wow, so handsome, look, look, so handsome......" A boy suddenly turned around and shouted towards the entrance, and everyone turned back, all of them dumbfounded.

"It's the Night Tomb, oh my God, it's the Night Tomb. ”

"It's so handsome. ”

"He and Qianye really have faces that are jealous of all women. ”

It was a man with an extremely good face, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, deep eye sockets, wearing a decent iron gray suit and a long retro trench coat in British style. All the backgrounds are gone, only a man as long as jade, bewitching and indifferent, domineering and mysterious, with a retro and stable atmosphere, which is addictive.

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No surprises, no surprises

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