The following competition is still going on, the winner Xiaoqing Gongzi is still on the stage, and he has changed to a son who is also dressed in white, Chu Ning has no interest at this time, since he knows some insiders, then these competitions are nothing to look at, they are just a means for the contestants and the gambling house to win money, in her opinion, this is just a trivial matter, but she didn't expect that in the future, the case of the fiancée of the Molan prince will become a breakthrough for her to find out the truth about the disappearance of her parents, so she simply stood up and continued to practice throwing pots by herself, practice makes perfect, Chu Ning also thought about whether she would go back and get a set, you can cast it to play when you are free, let's have an elegant play。

Xiao Lan and Xiao Xiaoying also looked at the audience without a match, and while talking to Chu Ning for a few words, Fang Yiyuan was also embarrassed to look at Chu Ning all the time, and also made a bet from time to time. Chu Ning was on the rise, and he heard a rough voice shouting: "The level of Qinglian people throwing pots is only like this!" In this elegant and leisurely atmosphere, it sounded very harsh, and there was a sudden silence in the field, and then it exploded all at once.

Chu Ning guessed as soon as he heard it, this kind of accent, this kind of empty-eyed attitude, must be the sand boy just now, he must have shouted from the window of his box, I didn't expect that this person hadn't learned a lesson, and he dared to speak out, I don't know if this is Qinglian's capital? This stick has knocked down a group of people, so he is not afraid of causing public anger?!

The game is at the end of the game, and a blue-clothed boy who stayed on the field has a pluice on his face, and he was also a remarkable victory just now, so why is it "nothing more than that"! But this boy still maintained a good demeanor, and arched his hand towards the top and said: "If this brother is interested, welcome to come down and compete!"

"That's right!

"If only I didn't have the ability to be a spectator!"

"It's useless to have a loud voice!"

The guests who saw this sand boy could see from the way he dressed that he was definitely not a Qinglian person, and he had the kind of accent he spoke, so he immediately made a sarcastic remark, and when they thought of such an elegant thing, this kind of foreigner must have never seen it.

Si Jian had a headache, although he also wanted to follow along with him to say a few cruel words to this sand boy, but the left steward had already explained, this sand boy is not small, so you must be careful.

Unexpectedly, when this sand boy heard everyone say this, he laughed and said: "Come on, come! I'm still afraid that you won't succeed!"

Then Chu Ning heard heavy footsteps outside the box, from far to near, and walked away, thinking that it was the sand boy who went downstairs.

But after waiting for a while, he didn't appear on the field, and the division that was originally on the field also lost his shadow, and the people who were waiting were a little confused, and even the blue-clothed boy who was hanging on the stage was confused, what was going on!

It turned out that behind a screen in the hall, this sand boy was racking his brains to think about what inexplicable "number" it was.

Just now he came downstairs and was about to play, but Si Jie hurriedly greeted him and led him here and said respectfully: "Sha Gongzi, our rules here, the son who plays the competition must pay one hundred taels of silver for each game, and he can't keep accounts, but he must pay cash." "Since the bets here are all bookkeeping, the division should emphasize it.

"That's no problem!" Sha Gongzi said with a big grin, and immediately ordered the entourage to hand over the silver ticket, and then walked to the stage again.

"Sha Gongzi, please slow down, our sons here are all called 'number', so please also ask Sha Gongzi to take a name. Si Jian said again.

"What?!" said Sha Gongzi didn't understand.