Orange sat down on the seat opposite the ghost man, "snapped", pressed all the chips on the table, and then said straight to the point:

"Take a gamble, god devil. ”

She tried to be calm and serious, as Sir Shakolos had taught her. Sir Shakoros, by the way, was crouching on her knees without saying a word, wagging his tail slowly, looking like a handsome cat of an ordinary and precious breed.

Good and evil took his attention away from the uncounted stack of chips in front of him, and glanced up at the cat-eared girl across the table, and the small pile of plastic pieces in front of her—seven blue, seven green.

"Haha!"

The Heavenly Demon opened his mouth wide and laughed twice, his eyes full of disdain.

"It's not me stumbling on you, little girl. She said, "Just your two and a half dollars, and 'gamble'? You deserve it?"

Sir Chakolos could feel Orange's body trembling slightly, her forked tail swaying from side to side, expressing pure hostility. But she was still trying to restrain herself, from her demeanor to her sitting posture, there was no wavering.

"The child can be taught. ”

The white cat jumped on the gambling table with a smile, squatting uprightly between the orange and the ghost between the good and the evil, looking at the good and the evil, and said slowly:

"I think you may have misunderstood that it's not the little girl behind me who wants to bet with you, it's me. ”

"Huh!"

Good and evil laughed contemptuously, then spread his hands, and deliberately pulled his throat and said loudly:

"The beasts are all on the table, the sky has changed!"

"Yes," Sir Sciakros's smile deepened a little deeper than before, "the beasts are all at the table, and the sky has changed......"

"What do you say?"

Obviously, the words were said by himself, but after the white cat repeated it, it seemed to have changed its taste again. Somehow, a wave of anger rose in the heart of the Heavenly Demon, and she slapped the table heavily and shouted:

"Can the poor ghost go anywhere?

"Oh, that's another misunderstanding. Sir Shakolos said with a pleasant face, "I gamble with you with these 770 dollars, not because I only have so much money, but because it is enough money for me to win all your net worth." By the way, 7 is my lucky number. ”

"If you don't believe me, you can take these chips first. He said, pushing the 14 chips on his side in front of the ghost man with his cat's paws, "After you lose everything, you will have to rely on this little money to eat." ”

"Besides, I beg my pardon for correcting your argument a little," he added, "and the 'poor ghost' will certainly not go far." ”

"The 'poor ghost' made a fortune by relying on this kind of game, especially the kind of 'poor ghost' who can only turn over by 'going down and up'. ”

"your!"

The ghost man stood up suddenly, and the chair behind her fell to the ground with a "clang". In a fit of rage, she grabbed the small pile of chips that Sir Shakolos had pushed at him, and threw them all in his face.

In the face of the blue and green plastic raindrops, the white cat just squinted slightly, completely unmoved. But the orange behind him couldn't sit still a little by now. Her erected cat ears trembled with the crackling of plastic pieces falling to the ground, and the dark brown pupils shrank into two slender needles in the widened cat eyes.

I can't tolerate that my hard-won money is so wasted, and Orange is absolutely intolerable. She clenched her fists tightly, a menacing growl coming out of between her gritted teeth. However, at the last moment before the outburst, she was held down by Sir Shakoros's cat's claws.

"Don't be impulsive, little girl. He twisted and stroked Orange's head and whispered, "It's already a 'general.'" ”

The meat balls on the cat's paws slid back and forth between Orange's two cat ears, which felt both comfortable and a little itchy, making Orange can't help but shake his ears a few times. This quickly extinguished the fire in Orange's heart, causing her to regain her composure and begin to wonder.

"General?"

As soon as she was about to ask a question, Sir Charkolos withdrew his cat's paw, put one paw in front of his mouth, and whispered:

"Don't ask, look. ”

Then, as he said, the sound of the ghosts and demons erupting completely overshadowed everything around them.

"If you want to bet, come on!" "But you don't need any chips, if you want to bet, give me my life." Whoever loses, who dies!"

With that, she took out a .45 caliber Magnon revolver from the inner pocket of her tuxedo, pressed it on the table with a "clang", and shouted:

"Do you want to come?"

The noisy crowd in the surrounding area suddenly quieted down, and everyone was looking this way, looking at this heavenly demon who was fighting for his life, and her opponent, the handsome white cat whose mentality barely fluctuated from beginning to end. Everyone wonders how this gamble, which has developed to the point of being out of control, will end.

"I don't think it has to be done so much. ”

Sir Shakolos raised his paws, pressed them down a few times, signaled good and evil to calm down, and then said kindly:

"It's just a game, it's boring to play with human life, and besides, it's pointless for me to take your life, right?"

"It's better to use my life as a bargaining chip to gamble with you, and you, you only need to pay the wealth in your hand, it's safe, isn't it?"

"No," retorted the good and evil, "your life, plus the life of the little girl behind you." ”

"Yes," Sir Chakolos nodded, "what if I bet the whole world on you? ”

"Hmph!" Zheng Xie snorted coldly, glared at the white cat on the table angrily, and said fiercely, "When I put this gun against your head, you will know that you can lose or not!"

Sir Chakolos laughed silently.

He knew in his heart that the opponent this time was nothing more than Erer.

The more people with low self-esteem, the more they care about their pitiful dignity, and the more arrogant they appear on the surface. Once they poke a hole in the bubble of self-esteem that they have deliberately blown, they will lose their minds in an instant, become hysterical, and rush forward desperately until they overturn their imaginary enemies, or hit their heads and bleed.

Good and evil are such a person, a little person who is over-inflated like a balloon after gaining wealth, but at the same time has low self-esteem to the bone. The so-called "balloon", the bigger it blows, the more empty it is, and in the same way, the more arrogant such a person is on the surface, the more empty he is in his heart. Sir Shakoros did not know how many such people he had met, and every single one of them was vulnerable in front of him.

"So, the way to the duel is 21 o'clock, no opinion, right?" Sir Sciakros waved a waiter with his cat's paw, and confirmed to good and evil.

"No comments. ”

Good and evil nodded, but the corner of his eye kept glancing at the silver revolver.

"Then let you and me play, let's start!"