Ramos looked at the group of people so interested, and his heart was pounding.

That being said, one against seven is overwhelmingly unfavorable for Muris Jr. But as the oldest fox among his friends, he didn't think that little Muris would fail to see through their tricks.

Let's go, isn't it just stickers, drinking water and kissing people if you lose, big man, afraid of this?

At the thought of this, Ramos also became angry.

What he didn't expect was that some of the punishments didn't come from the surface. The inner torment is the most painful.

The so-called one against seven, everyone still maintained a superficial gentlemanly demeanor before.

It is concentrated in the fact that any one of these seven bookmakers will hit Muris.

Cazorla couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic to his team's ace, but having been on the team for so long, he knew that Muris had always had a way. I heard the vice-captain of Real Madrid say that Murice's gambling skills are at the level of the god of gamblers, so I want to see it even more.

I just hope that after the ace returns to the team, he will not hold grudges.

Mouris is still a great deterrent in the Malaga team.

It's more from Luke's history of blood and tears being "oppressed" by Murice, the stupid striker of Malaga who died was itchy after not being taught a lesson by Muris for three days, and everyone watched Muris abuse the stupid striker in a different way on the field, and everyone was concerned.

Whoever offends cannot offend Muris.

The people on the Malaga team have an amazing understanding in this matter.

After the shuffling, the game resumes.

Ramos was lucky enough to sit at the table.

He drew the cards first, then Cazorla, then Murice, in order of position.

Muris quietly looked at the people opposite, and with just one glance, he could see through the intentions of the seven people.

Muris's greatest ability is to find a way out when others think he is blocking his life, and find a way out in the shock of others. Not only that, but he also hit you with a counterattack, hitting your seven inches.

He has to thank the hand set-up this time, the dealer is decided first, and the expert draws the cards first. In a way, this puts Muris in an invincible position.

If everyone draws the cards and then decides on the dealer, then even if this person is Murice, they will feel a headache.

Rolling the dice to determine the dealer is full of unpredictability. If Muris wants to be invincible, he has to do two things. Either become the dealer yourself or avoid the other seven-digit cards.

This probability is too low, and he also has to make more means.

And after a dealer decides, in order to avoid being matched by him, he simply avoids the dealer's cards. In the case that you are not the dealer, you can calculate the value of a house.

It's really not difficult for Muris, he can play with ease.

In the former, if you want to win, you have to fight it as if it were a battle.

The game is so tiring to play that it is not what Muris wants.

But he didn't want to lose, and when he really encountered that kind of situation, he could only go into battle with emotion.

But in that case, these seven will definitely be abused even worse~

Repeatedly breaking the cognition, like a fool, is so pitiful.

With the cards in hand, Muurice folded the cards on the table and leaned back in his chair, watching the other people at the table impassively.

"I'll pick Little Murice." Ramos hit Muris without hesitation, revealing his cards as he spoke.

"I'm not bad, I have three cards of different suits, so there's a good chance of a match. Little Murice, don't let me come up and you'll lose~"

The suits of the six cards are clubs, lilies, roses, iris, tulips, and stars.

The flower cards of all colors are elegant and concise, and there is a faint fragrance.

Such cards are only available in Barcelona.

And the little flea has also earned a lot of chicken-flavored meals through these cards. also exchanged cards to let the substitutes of the Cosmos team cover for him or something. In short, in such a clever thing, his head always turns faster than anyone else.

"Lilies, tulips and roses, fantastic, Sergio, just hit one of them and you win." Casillas lamented Ramos' good fortune.

When he was the dealer, he actually touched three of the same cards, and in other ways of playing, the cards that may be killed have become a pit in this game.

"Hahahaha, too, little Murice, let's show the cards." Playing with friends, little Muris shouldn't be able to amplify his moves.

If he really regards this as a big gamble, then no matter how good his cards are, I'm afraid it will be useless.

Muris flipped over his cards, and several other people gathered around.

"I'll go, it's three more clubs!" Pique didn't forget that he lost the last game to Muris's three clubs.

Not only that, but he also avoided the big fool's cards perfectly.

"That's right, if little Muris is so easy to be defeated, isn't my previous God of Gamblers a slap in the face?"

Ramos is a man, you have to say that he is a big fool, and sometimes he is very clever.

Just like at this time, after losing a game, he immediately changed his words and silently patted Muris's ass.

I just hope that his punishment will be lighter.

Muris didn't embarrass him, he asked Ramos to drink.

Ramos was grateful, and drank it obediently. Grunt, drink very refreshingly.

Then more than ten rounds were played, whether it was Murice sitting in the bank, or others taking the initiative to pair Muris, without exception, they were all won by him.

No matter how good the other hand's hand is, and how many waves of attacks he launches against him, he can always avoid his opponent's attack with all kinds of unbelievable cards and hold the victory in his hand.

The most pitiful of them is Ramos, the water lord, because he sat in the village three times in a row. Muurice was chosen for each pairing, and as a result, he drank three glasses of plain water in a row.

Pique's face is full of water marks from the kisses of the Barcelona. His face turned pale at the moment, and he felt that Muris was clearly deliberate.

To the big idiot, let him drink water. As for Barcelona players, let them choose the third punishment.

And the two most unfortunate are the two central defensive pairs in the Spanish backline.

Two people who liked to top the cow when they met suddenly sympathized with each other at this time.

And the next scene made the other seven players secretly break out in a cold sweat.

In the game of playing solitaire, there is also a rule. That is, the dice that choose the dealer are rolled by the previous dealer. This means that a master of rolling dice, if he wants to sit in the bank continuously, only needs to hit himself.

Muris hadn't used this trick before, and it was interesting to watch his opponent slowly walk into trouble. If you hunt them in the first place, they will become alert and will play more stunts to give him a headache.

Now, it's time to wrap up this game.

Because it's almost time to go to bed.

Muris, who has a strict schedule, decided to make a quick decision.

Ramos watched as Muris glanced at the watch placed on the bedside, and his eyelids jumped for a moment, and he realized that something was wrong.

Perhaps because he knows Muris the most of so many people, that with a glance and a movement, he can guess what he is going to do next.

He had planted many heels in his hands, and the lesson of blood had made Ramos have an instinctive instinct for some bad element in Murice.

Sure enough, the next game was much faster.

Muris sat on the dealer fifteen times in a row, and each time it was so fast that the seven players could only stupidly show their cards, and the drinking water and stickers that were clicked on were just doing what Muris said.

He hit Ramos four times, seven large cups of boiled water before and after, and the water master said that he was about to give birth and couldn't hold it at all.

However, Muris still has a bit of a conscience, and he split up Ramos and let him play until the end.

Of course, it doesn't take into account the fact that there is a matching card in it. The cards in the two hands are different, so naturally they have to bypass him.

Pique was thirsty all night and wanted to drink water. As a result, the place to drink water is not the mouth, but your own two faces.

When the Lion King walked towards him again, Pique finally stopped and pushed him towards Harvey and Xiaobai, asking him to kiss them.

He felt that he might have a psychological shadow from now on. A man's face, once in front of his face, has the urge to swing his fist.

And what made him so miserable was the most hated Malaga kid!

So, Barcelona's little lion king Puyol walked to the other two teammates with a note on his face.

Harvey and Xiaobai are not much better, and there are so many notes on their faces that they can't even see the cards clearly.

Shaking his head, the notes on his face were floating there~

On the pitch, the two are the brains of the midfield that are constantly running. And tonight, I was completely stunned by this game.

Cazorla is in a slightly better situation, thanks to the mercy of Muris's men. He originally drank three or four glasses of boiled water, and if he drank it again, the situation might be the same as a certain vice captain of Real Madrid.

Muris later changed to a sticker note on his face.

Because of this, Cazorla deeply agrees in his heart: their trump card is also a very teammate-loving person.

The reason why he wasn't allowed to kiss people was probably because he was afraid that he would be tricked.

Of course, as a bookmaker, you can refuse. That's why Murice was able to let it go.

The Lion King is still mighty, except for a few notes on his face, which is usually torturing others.

For example, Pique.

Tonight, most of the people's punishment was concentrated on his face.

Pique didn't understand, he asked Boss Pouilly, Harvey, and Xiaobai, why did they come to kiss him, even though they had a note on their faces, and kissed them as if they didn't feel anything?

Who knows, the Lion King's words: I don't feel it in my mouth, but I feel it in my heart.

What does that mean, what does this mean? Peake is gone.

Pro-Harvey and Xiaobai have psychological obstacles, and they don't have them with him, right?

Say! If you don't say one, two, three, four, five, he won't agree!

Seeing that the Barcelona players were about to collapse from within, Cazorla secretly gave a thumbs up to their trump card.

If the soldiers are not bloody, they will let the opponent fight among themselves, which is worthy of being the brain of their team.

As for Casillas, he wanted to pull peace, but his mouth was full of notes. As soon as he spoke, the note fluttered, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

Ramos is full of sympathy for Pique at this time, he won't laugh at Pique anymore, it's so pitiful, how can he be even more pitiful than him?

"Still playing? If you don't play, go back to the house, wash and sleep. Muris propped his head on one hand, looking a little tired.

"Play!" Seven people spoke in unison.

"......" Muris looked at seven pairs of combative and murderous eyes glaring at him, silently shuffling the cards.

This group of proud gentlemen doesn't like to lose on the court, and it's the same underneath!

If you don't let Murice lose once tonight, they really won't sleep!

Yes, no sleep!

Moreover, it is also a little tiring to watch Muris, so many people must be very draining to deal with one.

Dragged into a protracted war, now is the time for them to fight back!

Take him down in one go!

Oh, take him!

Let him drink water and drink until he lasts! Cover his handsome face with a note and let him kiss everyone here!

Well!

The seven masters were there, their eyes were flying, and they were constantly exchanging codes.

Only Cazorla, smiling helplessly. He didn't have time to quit, but through tonight, he understood a truth: only by tightly surrounding the trump card can there be a way out.

Before the start of the new innings, the seven-man group said they were going to have a brief meeting and let Muris wait first.

Muurice blinked.

Is this an upright alliance? Anyway, there are still a lot of living people in front of them, and they still have to do some superficial work.

But seeing that the seven were about to kill, Muris waved his hand and let them go.

Then a person returned to his desk, made himself a cup of tea, and leisurely sniffed the aroma of tea.

Seeing this scene, Cazorla smiled and thought: On the outfit of 13 which is stronger, Malaga ace Muris!

At this time, a corner of Muris's eye struck.

Cazorla was stunned......

The seven-man coalition led by Xavi is holding an emergency meeting against Muris in the next room.

"I said before that little Muris is at the level of the God of Gamblers, so let you be mentally prepared, now believe it~"

Ramos held his swollen belly and burped.

"You know you still drink that much water?" Peake airway.

"Isn't that a joke, who knew little Muris was so ruthless. But with me here, I have come up with a good way to deal with him, and I need your cooperation with me. ”

"If you can't deal with him, let them all kiss you." Pique's words were much looser.

"No problem!" Ramos readily agreed.

"Of these people, it's true that Ramos is the only one who knows the situation of Murice best, and we listen to him." Harvey picked up the note and summed it up.

Everyone else nodded.

So, Ramos shared with them what he knew about Muris's abilities.

"Little Muris can count all the cards in the player's hand, and it's 100 percent, and he can't go wrong. You can assume that you have an eye that can see the cards in your hand. ”

"The Eye of God?" Harvey said.

It has been rumored in football that Murice has a pair of divine eyes, which describes Mouris's extraordinary vision on the field, including this time in the game against Scotland, the backheel shot is also like a pair of eyes behind his back.

But he didn't think that this skill could also be applied to the game of cards, because he himself was the kind of midfielder with a broad vision, and he could not play any role in the card game.

In fact, he loses badly every time in the card game.

"It's like that, but no one believes it. It doesn't matter how little Murice did it, we just need to know that he has the ability. ”

"I have a solution." Xiaobai reacted quickly, "After touching the cards, press the cards on the table and don't show him them." We don't look at it ourselves, so no one knows what the cards are. ”

It's worthy of Xiaobai, so smart!

Everyone else thinks it's a good idea.

But Ramos shook his head anyway.

"When you touch the cards, Muris Jr. has already counted what the cards are in your hand."

"Really, isn't it too exaggerated?" Pique was still a little unconvinced. However, this night, Muris is undefeated, and even if he deceives himself, it should be his ability.

That's not a fluke.

Although that Murice, how unpleasant it is for him to look at it.

"As I said, I know him better than you do."

Others are silent.

"He rolls the dice, and he has to be mentally prepared that he will always sit in the bank."

Gambling masters, dice rolling are basic. And he has been able to make himself a bookmaker for more than a dozen games in a row, and no one has questioned this matter anymore.

"So, if you want to beat Little Murice, there is only one way left, and that is to take it by surprise."

"What's the surprise?"

"Although...... Ahem, this method is a bit out of the flow, so I can only use this. "Normal means can't do little Murice.

The others chimed in, and Peake laughed.

"Big fool, I used to underestimate you, but I really have you."

Cazorla, on the other hand, was in a cold sweat.

A new round begins.

As soon as Murice looked at the faces of the men opposite, he knew that they had come prepared, and thought he had come up with a good way to deal with him.

Among them, the one who plays an important role should be Sergio.

Muris drew three cards, and then it was the other people's turn, and they finished drawing in turn.

There was no movement on the other side.

He knew everyone's cards, Sergio, White and Puyol had the same cards in their hands.

Now all he has to do is name one of them to end the game.

Simple gameplay, quick to decide.

But this time around, however, Murice was slow to do so, and he hit Ramos.

Sergio knew him best, and he wanted to see what they thought of to kill him.

Ramos saw that Muurice had hit him, and he let out a sigh in his heart, and he could see that he was very excited.

Then he touched his nose twice with his fingers and rubbed his chin.

"Little Murice, look behind—" Ramos suddenly pointed behind Muris.

Muriston paused, but turned around.

There was a lot of noise on the table, accompanied by the coughing of several of them.

Muris turned his head.

"Can you show the cards?"

"yes, that's fine."

A pair of roses in Ramos's hand has been replaced by a pair of plum blossoms. And the previous lily was also replaced with a sky full of stars.

In Ramos' opinion, since Muris Jr. has hit him, it means that he has the cards he wants. Swapping out all three is completely different from before, so Muris will naturally guess wrong.

One problem was that he had a pair in his hand, and he could only count two of the cards and not know the other, so he had to take one risk.

Murice also showed his cards.

A rose, a lily, and a starry sky.

Lost again!

But the idea was right, Muris was able to count the cards in their hands, but this time it was just not very lucky, and I didn't know that the other card was the same as in Muris's hand.

Everyone regained a little bit of confidence.

At the very least, this is the way to overcome him.

Ramos drank another glass of water, but not as bitterly as before.

He is now only thinking about how to win, and he has seen the light of day.

In the next game, Muris continued to sit in the bank.

For the seven, their best chance of winning is for Muurice to pick three different players. Then they change the other three, and the game is won.

This time, Xavi, Pique, Cazorla, and Sergio don't have the same cards.

They hope that Murice will hit the mark.

Once again, Muris has fulfilled them.

He still hit Ramos.

"Ah, Ricardo, why are you here?" Ramos pointed at Murice's back again.

Muris turned back.

By the time Muris turned around, everyone was sitting as if nothing had happened.

"Can you show the cards?" Muris said the same thing about Ramos.

Attentive people can see that when Murice said this, there was an intriguing smile in his eyes.

"Well, look at me."

Ramos's previous three cards were all swapped, leaving clubs, iris and stars.

This time he was sure that there were only six suits, and if three were excluded, Muris Jr. would not be one of them.

"Sergio, you're really ......" Muurice paused in time to reveal his three hole cards.

Everyone else would have liked to see what it was like for Muris to finally lose the game.

But after the three cards were revealed, the smile on his face froze on his face.

And Pique grabbed his head directly and jumped out of the table, "It's three plum blossoms again, what the hell!" ”

"What's going on, why is this happening?" Ramos was stunned.

"What you want, I want to get, do the opposite, I am the one who wins."

This time, all seven were hit.

It's still human!

Can you still play games with him?

If you continue to play like this, you won't be able to make friends in the future!

Don't contact them, let's go back to their own houses, wash and sleep.

But no one left, and they still didn't give up.

"One more game!" Ramos looked at Murice and said.

"The last game?"

"Just the last game."

"After this game is over, go back to your room and sleep, don't make a fuss?"

"No...... It's a fuss. ”

In the final game, Ramos decided to leave it all to chance, and after Muris clicked the player, several people switched cards at will, which they didn't know, and Muris couldn't change it.

What they have to do is no longer to kill Murice, but to get him back on the right track.

Bet on your luck!

But in the last game, they still lost without any suspense.

And everyone is internally hurt, and there is a perception that this world is too cruel.

The real show is yet to come.

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