The gambler had a cold face, replied, "If you don't want to play, get out", and as soon as he waved, a few thugs came out of the corner and threw the person out. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Smashing the field? Don't look at which master's territory this is! ”

As soon as the gambler spoke, two introverted men walked towards Qian Chuanzi.

Yo, this is the one who is going to move her?

The corner of his eyes was raised, and he took out two ingots of silver and threw them away, going straight to the heads of the two men.

The two reacted differently, Xu saw that Yu Jingtian was a rich and noble son, and he took it for granted that he had no destructive power, one of them dodged with his head sideways, but the other person directly took it with his hands.

The man who had escaped felt a wind whistling and his face was painful, and he was taken aback, and he was so vigorous. Then, there was a gasp and hissing sound in my ears.

It turned out that he reached out to pick up the man, but as soon as he touched it, he realized that it was not good, and he was busy with all his strength to catch it, but after all, he didn't react, and his palm was connected to his wrist for a while.

What a force!

Obviously, this little white face was just thrown casually.

The two of them stopped, and gave the gambler a look, hard stubble.

At this time, a middle-aged man came over and gave up.

"Ouch, guests, I'm in charge here, what's wrong with that?"

Of course, there was no need for Wei Jingtian to go around, Qian Chuanzi pulled his neck and shouted: "Lao Tzu came to cross the river, can you take it?" ”

"This brother, do you have an enmity with our cousin or a human being?"

"Nope."

"Resentful?"

"Nope."

"That's... Wealth? ”

The money string shook his left hand with a wrench and a bracelet: "Lord is like a person who is short of money?" ”

"And you're here to fight?"

Qian Chuanzi's eyes lit up: "It's not." ”

Gou Zhi wanted to kick him, he was about to pounce, and coughed heavily.

Get down to business!

Qian Chuanzi's expression remained unchanged: "Learn, there are some other things to do." ”

"What?"

"I heard that you have a rule, if Long Guojiang is done, this hall will be mine."

The steward had a cold face, so bold, it turned out that he was robbing the hall, to see if you had that life.

"Don't talk nonsense, see the real chapter in your hands."

The steward still has to say, and as soon as the big fan behind the money string struck the hand, two water bandits stepped forward, took care of the best chair in the hall on the first floor and lifted it over, and wiped it on it, and put it behind the buttocks of Jing Tian.

Wei Jingtian fell back, and the bottom of his butt was a bear skin, which was quite warm. The chair was also wide enough for them to put their arms together on the low backrest behind them, and there were brocade cushions on the left and right, and leather on the armrests.

It is estimated that the proprietor sits alone.

The steward's eyes narrowed, and then he saw that there were dozens of people standing behind the noble son who made a move for the money string, crowded at the door, all of them tall and big, with a fierce atmosphere.

The steward's heart sank, and he came to work tonight.

"Answered him."

A calm voice came from the second floor, and everyone looked around, only to see a middle-aged man standing at the railing, and behind him were four senior thugs.

Yo, here comes the Lord.

Wei Jingtian's long legs were raised, and he crossed his legs, his body was crooked to the bear skin, and the fan was played with on his fingers, which was pleasant, as if he was at home.

When she was the owner of the village, she had already trained herself to be no different from a man. At the same time, she is taller than the average woman, and she has specially added a few insoles, even if she is not short among men. wiped his face but darkened his eyebrows, and then covered it with a square scarf, he was an elegant and cold noble son, I don't believe that anyone can think of a woman, think of Jing Tian.

The middle-aged man frowned, is this person too conceited or does he have real skills?

He turned his head and bowed his head to the man behind him, and then he saw the man sneak out of the shadows.

Yu Jingtian smiled faintly, as if he hadn't seen anything. Go, go, no matter how many people go out, they will only be knocked unconscious by the fifty brothers outside the door.

Qian Chuanzi shouted arrogantly: "Don't delay the big guy's kung fu, call your master Zhenshan to come, and we will win or lose." ”

Obediently, the bandits are almost dizzy, and they directly let the highest hand of the family come, and they will win or lose in one game? Money skewers, you wait, if you lose, give the old men to swallow your big red pants too.

Tsk tsk, look at our Cangya Mountain brothers are extraordinary, if you win, you will win the most powerful, and if you lose... If you dare to lose, you can be a rooster for the owner of the village.

Qian Chuanzi felt a chill rising in the back of his head, his hairs stood up, and he felt aggrieved, why didn't anyone believe me?

"Do you want to come? If you don't come, hand over the title deed. ”

The people in the gambling hall were stared.

It's really hateful.

After observing the middle-aged man who had been watching Jing Tian for a long time, he couldn't think of this number one person in the capital, and when he heard Qian Chuanzi say this, he waved his hand: "Master Huang, you come." ”

A little old man with thinning hair and yellow hair and a little boy slowly descended the stairs and carried the wooden handrail.

Yu Jingtian took a look, this staircase was actually made of Jackie Chan absorbing water, could it be the Feng Shui Bureau? When you take over, ask a feng shui gentleman to rearrange the arrangement, and you can make money every day.

The family has a big business, and there is a lack of money.

A red cloth table had already been carried and placed in the middle of the hall.

The dark red tablecloth, like a river of blood, can attract people who are out of balance to go crazy, and they will spend a lot of money and bankrupt their families regardless of the consequences.

It was the first time for Wei Jingtian to come to this kind of gambling house, and when he looked around, sure enough, the surrounding decorations were all red and purple colors, which was to drive away the smell of the human body, and the incense was also stronger.

Aren't you afraid that the guests won't go crazy? It's full of routines.

Let's hope they don't go crazy later.

Qian Chuanzi and the old man sat at two ends.

The old man asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you want to play?" ”

Qian Chuanzi accepted Fang Cai's expression and became solemn: "What do you want to play?" The younger generation accompanies you. ”

Even used honorifics?

The people of Cangya Mountain knew that Qian Chuanzi had met a master, and they all thought to themselves, and when the result was wrong, they would cut it with a knife.

The old man obviously didn't look at him in his eyes: "Win or lose?" ”

"Of course."

The old man didn't speak, but he looked at Wei Jingtian, and the middle-aged man on the second floor also looked at her.

Wei Jingtian smiled faintly: "Just a handful, the master doesn't have so much effort." ”

"Where's the plug?" The middle-aged man asked.

"What do you want?"

The middle-aged man frowned and sneered, and a gloom flashed between his eyebrows.

"I'll win, leave your hands and feet."

Hands and feet? Two hands and two feet?

Wei Jingtian raised his eyebrows: "If I win, this field will be mine." ”

"Okay."

The faces of the people in Cangya Mountain were gloomy, and they dared to ask the owner of the village to do their hands and feet, and they would let you have no birds after a while.

Qian String's face also sank.

The old man smiled weirdly, he lost his temper when he only heard that sentence, and the little cub still dared to come to Long Guojiang? Today, my grandfather will burn the red loach for the owner to taste.

"Boy, grandpa won the family in your hand, so hand it over."

Qian Chuanzi sneered, and he didn't care about his grandfather's broken rules when he said that he would respect his fellow elders, and he was arrogant again: "Old man, if the master wins, I don't want you to have anything, and I want to reward you for breaking the table." ”

The old man smiled and smiled, his big bags were lowered, and his old eyes were cold, showing a bit of gloom and horror.

"Come on."