Chapter 1044, gambling is luck!

"Count?"

If the earl hadn't stretched out his hand and said with a shy face that he was an earl, Qin Luo really didn't know that he was the famous earl.

A black suit, a white shirt, a pretty little bow tie, gray hair combed neatly, and two slightly curly mustaches—it did look a bit like a count.

However, his obscene eyes and movements that are more obscene than his eyes do not have the cultivation and quality of the old counts with civilized sticks in TV and movies. It's more like the Sven beasts in the university or the native product of Huaxia - the brick family.

Qin Luo was no stranger to the earl, at least not ignorance.

As the saying goes, knowing the other is the best way to survive a hundred battles, and Jesus gave them literacy before coming to America.

Jesus introduced the count after introducing the other seven generals of the emperor, and from Jesus' stern expression and careful diction, it is clear that this is not because he is the lightest, but on the contrary, he is going to highlight him.

However, his key introduction is very few words, or even just a few sentences: If I had a choice, I would rather meet the emperor.

Qin Luo asked him why, he avoided Lihe Hongji's eyes, and whispered in Qin Luo's ear: "He not only likes women, but also men. ”

"Like men?" Qin Luo's eyes widened, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.

Then, Jesus stared at Qin Luo with a very strange expression and said, "Moreover, none of the men he fancied escaped. ”

Obviously, he was worried that Qin Luo would be favored by the earl————

Now, Qin Luo was sitting opposite him. Sit across from this man, who is both offensive and receptive.

He didn't know if he had taken a fancy to him, but his smile made Qin Luo very uncomfortable.

What's even worse is that he still wants to shake hands with himself-

"It's good to shake hands." Qin Luo comforted himself like this in his heart. "It would be terrible if you hugged or kissed your hand."

Thinking that he didn't have to send his hand to this old man for him to kiss, Qin Luo felt that he was very lucky. After having this thought, I felt that shaking hands with him was not a very difficult thing to accept.

"I have admired the daimyo for a long time." Qin Luo reached over and shook his hand.

Because he knew his special habits, Qin Luo was immediately away.

However, his movements were quick, and the Count's was faster.

When he let go of the Count's wizened claws and was about to withdraw his hand, his hand was held by the Count again.

I didn't see any movement from the earl, so he raised his hand so slightly, and then held Qin Luo's hand.

"We Chinese people don't have the habit of shaking hands with people twice." Qin Luo said with a smile, with a slight force, wanting to pull his hand back.

"There's no hurry." The earl looked at Qin Luo's hand with a smile, as if admiring a precious jade.

The big Yanma # who was sitting next to the earl looked at Qin Luo with fiery eyes, and whispered in the earl's ear: "If it were him, I wouldn't mind playing a game of three people at a time." ”

"Do you like him too?" The Count asked the woman beside him with a smile.

The little old man was talking to the woman beside him, but Qin Luo didn't feel neglected at all—because he was being taken care of.

Qin Luo only felt that the little old man's hand was getting harder and harder, like a screw bolt that was tightening more and more, and Qin Luo's hand was about to be squeezed into a deformity.

However, he still tried to hold on, clenching his teeth tightly to keep himself from moaning in pain.

Even, his face was still showing a smile as always—he didn't know how reluctant and embarrassing his smile was at this time.

Qin Luo is a typical nationalist who is proud and proud of his race and the blood that flows through his body.

People live with a face, he thought to himself at this time, how can he not be compared to this little foreign old man-

So, he paid more.

"It's just not annoying." The woman licked her lips charmingly and said, "Moreover, I haven't tried the yellow race. With you there, this game must be fun. ”

"Since you think so, let's invite him to join the game, shall we?"

"I don't think he'll refuse you."

"He can't refuse." The Earl raised his eyebrows and said proudly.

The two of them spoke English, and without the translation of Jesus, Qin Luo couldn't understand what they were saying.

However, Qin Luo didn't bother to think about what they were talking about.

The pressure on his hands was increasing, and the little old man looked dry and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

"But he's got a lot of strength."

Knock Knock –

There was a knock at the door of the room, and the curly-haired man and Jesus walked in with the chips.

Only then did the little old man let go of Qin Luo's hand and said with a smile: "Not bad." The bones are softer, but there is a sense of ambition. ”

"You're not bad either." Qin Luo's hand shook under the table, causing the almost deformed bones to quickly return to normal. "Although the bones are a little older, there is also a brute force."

The earl's eyes froze, and the smile in his eyes turned into an incomparable killing intent.

Jesus felt the murderous intent and reached out and touched it into his bosom.

When the golden pistol was in his hands, Jesus felt a sense of solidity in his heart.

Even if he knew that it was the Earl sitting opposite, he also had the strength and confidence to fight.

As if he didn't see Jesus pulling out his gun, the earl stared at Qin Luo without blinking, and his hand that was grasping the tender flesh and kneading the chest of the big Yanma also stopped, and said in his extremely strange but just able to understand Huaxia language: "Young people, be respectful when talking to old people. ”

The Count himself could say that he was old, but he did not allow others to say that he was old.

The young man in front of him was obviously a taboo, which is why he was so angry.

"That depends on who you're talking to. We have a saying in China called - old is not serious. There is no need to maintain respect for those old people who are not serious themselves. ”

"Old-fashioned?" The Count thought for a moment, and then laughed. "I love that title. Alright, young man, now that the chips have been exchanged, let's take a few bets. Neither negotiating nor killing - there is no hurry. ”

"Whatever you want." Qin Luo said coldly.

He had walked into a misunderstanding before. When he didn't know that the little old man in front of him was an earl, he thought about getting closer to him, and the other party had a good impression of him because he was smart and sensible and had a lovely and flattering face, and he sent his aunt back with little embarrassment—the two sides laughed and drank three glasses of wine. Then they were reluctant to separate, and since then they have become friends in previous years.

Isn't it all like this in TV and movies? How many big devils were immediately conquered by his extraordinary temperament and bad and lowly shameless eloquence after seeing the protagonist, so as to become an internal response and help the protagonist smash the demon in one fell swoop-

When people meet strong people, they will more or less have some thoughts of escaping or showing weakness to please them. If you can't fight, you won't fight, and if you can't scold, you won't scold.

When he learned of the Count's identity, he gave up on such unrealistic ideas.

For Jesus also said that he, like the emperor, never left a living mouth. The difference is that the emperor will give the other party a decent or rather normal way to die.

And he is - torture and killing.

The Count pointed to Jesus and said, "If you are not at ease, let your companion shuffle the cards." ”

"Jesus." Qin Luo shouted. "I'm sorry for you."

Since the other party is so generous, he can't be too stingy - isn't it too stingy to push around?

Jesus put away the gun and walked over to get a new card. After shuffling it in his hand a few times, he motioned for the two to cut the cards.

"Please." The little old man made another gesture of invitation.

"No need to cut it. Deal the cards. Qin Luo said.

So Jesus dealt three cards to each of them.

"You are a VIP from afar, please speak first." The little old man said.

Qin Luo suddenly pushed up all the five million dollars of chips that had just been exchanged in front of him.

This action not only startled Jesus, but even the battle-hardened earl couldn't help frowning.

"Young man, don't you look at the cards?" The Count asked.

"No need." Qin Luo said with a smile. "You said I had no experience. After looking at the cards, I don't know how to bet. Now I didn't look at the cards, and you didn't look at the cards - then let's gamble on our luck. ”

Qin Luo was also forced to do this. He wanted to fight this old man for 300 rounds, and by the way, win hundreds of millions of dollars in pocket money from him.

However, he knew that this was unrealistic. With the opponent's hand shuffling skills, it can be seen that he is an experienced old fritter, whether it is card skills, fighting wisdom and psychological endurance are far more than himself.

If he had looked at the cards himself, he might have known a lot from his facial expressions - he had been staring at his face.

Soxìng, I don't look at the cards, let's bet on luck.

Now, the choice is on the Count's side.

Is it to see? Or don't look?

Is it with? Or don't follow?

I have to say that the opponent's seemingly reckless gambling method bothered him very much.

Because—there's no competitive jīng god at all.