The morning light slowly kicked off.

The sunlight swayed out from the thin clouds, and when viewed from a distance, it seemed to be a pillar of light, and the beauty was not like the mortal world.

The soldiers raised their horns high, and the unified trumpet sounded low and majestic, resounding throughout the city, awakening the sleeping people.

The field was in full swing, and the dice cups on the table were unique. Outside the field, the soldiers in armor and armor carry guns to maintain order, and the red paper on the erected propaganda board records the list of participants.

Qianmei looked groggy, and her sleeves were pulled by Zhu Qingyu, stumbling along.

Zhu watched from the side for a long time, looking thoughtful.

-- Along the way, the little master walked almost with his eyes closed, and although there was a small bamboo in front of him, the little master was able to avoid the potholes and small stones that even the little bamboo had not noticed.

Zhu Qingyu looked at the long queue at the entrance of the gambling conference, instantly depressed, and complained in a low voice, "It's all because someone got up so late, and they are so late now!"

Qianmei yawned, and her little hand slapped on his head, "Hmm~~~?

Zhu Qingyu snorted, "No!"

Qianmei was speechless.

Zhu held the hot bun in his hand, frowned slightly, and looked into the distance, "Little master, can we still sign up?"

Qianmei covered her yawning mouth and slurred words, "When the blue waist bag (of course it must be reported) ......" casually took out a bun and stuffed it into her mouth.

- If you have money or not, she's stupid?!

Zhu Qingyu looked at Qianmei, who was chewing hot buns, and immediately staggered to the front of Zhu, grabbed Zhu's pants with her left hand, stretched out her right hand, stood on tiptoe, and muttered in her mouth, "Brother Pig, I want it too!"

"Poof-" Qianmei smiled shyly, shaking her shoulders and silently walking forward.

Zhu handed the bun to Zhu Qingyu with a black face, and walked with cold air all over his body.

Zhu Qingyu was satisfied with the bun and didn't pay attention to the change in the atmosphere.

In front of the entrance of the conference, there are four major desks on the left and right under the stone pillar, and there is a passage about one meter wide in the middle.

Qianmei sat on the eaves and looked at the direction of Santai, knocking melon seeds.

I heard that the top 10 people in the last gambling could directly enter the finals, and looking at the other side door in the distance, several luxurious sedan chairs were parked, and it seemed that they were almost there.

Santai is also known as the Fallen Immortal Building.

The ice-blue silk veil cascades down the third layer like a waterfall, and wind chimes jingle on the hook corners of the eaves. Sunlight sneaks in through the cracks in the openwork windows, and specks are scattered over the veil, outlining a pastel landscape painting.

On the roof, a glass lamp the size of a round table hangs down, the crystal streamer flickers, several small silver filaments surround a lotus-shaped, the tip of the flower is inlaid with a thumb-sized Hanhai Night Pearl, and a pink diamond held by two hands on the lotus platform in the heart of the flower is dazzling.

Under the lamp, a pool of lotus flowers is waiting to be released, and a faint white mist rises from the pool, which is beautiful.

The second floor surrounds ten side rooms, with elegant screens erected on one side, tables and chairs made of golden silk nanmu, famous calligraphy and paintings exhibited on the wall, glass bead curtains, and short curtains of light and elegant colors, which are extremely elegant.

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