The dice finally settled, like three drops of crimson blood glowing with a strange light.

Three o'clock!

Evil Xiaoqi was about to shout, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. I felt that my legs were weak, and my palms were already covered in cold sweat.

Jia Zheng snorted heavily, turned around and walked out expressionlessly. There was a stack of Jiafu silver tickets on the table that could be cashed in almost the entire Jincheng

"Evil Shao, May 15 will continue to gamble, and Wu Jin Casino will not be gone. Jia Zheng didn't reply, and when he was about to reach the door, he threw down a cruel word without temperature.

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"Evil less, don't gamble, we have won a lot anyway. Why bother getting caught up in it again. Xiao Yang's side face was immersed in the moonlight, and the dreamy appearance was not so real. His eyes drooped, and his long, fringed eyelashes almost touched his cheeks.

Sit on the roof of the archway and look up at the bright stars in the sky. Evil Xiaoqi didn't seem to hear Xiaoyang's words. Suddenly laughed, and said, "If I win more, I can help you redeem yourself." I don't have to play tunes to those people anymore, how nice it would be for us to be together forever. ”

"It's just that it's risky, and people are really worried about you. Evil Xiaoqi turned his head and saw Xiao Yang's snow-white cheeks flushed slightly. She hung her head, shy.

Sometimes Evil Xiaoqi also tries to listen to the teachings of his family, convincing himself to give up this unfavorable relationship, and to bear the burden of the pillar of the evil family in the future. But he found that he really couldn't get out of his heart, and would rather give up his family wealth to be an ordinary person.

If he wants to give up Xiaoyang, he can't do it.

"You rebel, you are almost going to lose the old face of the evil family, and it is not good to find anyone, but to find a geisha. Passing it out doesn't make people laugh off their big teeth. Evil Xiaoqi couldn't help but see his father's angry and desperate face in front of his eyes again.

For the first time, the evil young man who had always regarded money as dung had a feeling of embarrassment. always thought that one day they would save enough money to help Xiaoyang redeem himself, and then the two of them would fly away and live the life they wanted to live. But since Dad found out that he had found a geisha from Yimeng Pavilion, he was not only furious, but also strictly controlled his daily expenses. Even if you want to withdraw the cash in the shop, you have to ask the old shopkeeper to ask for advice.

Of course, Evil Xiaoqi knows his father's good intentions, and now it is a critical moment for the evil family to elect the heir of the family. All young people over the age of eighteen who have the blood of the evil family have the right to compete. to gain the supreme honor and hidden power of the evil family.

Evil Xiaoqi, who has never dared to be interested in business, thinks that even if there is no Xiaoyang. In addition to Daddy's foundation in this regard, with the poor wisdom in his head, he can't compete with those evil children at all.

I can't even guess that my dad handed over the pawnshop to himself to take care of the real purpose of Evil Xiaoqi, which is really not the material for doing business. There is no super high IQ and EQ of the young masters of the evil family.

I just want to live ordinarily and love purely. The seed of depravity hidden in the young man's heart is Xiaoyang.

The girl's name is actually not Xiaoyang, she smiled sweetly, and two pear swirls appeared on her lips full of sunshine. When I first saw her, Evil Xiaoqi was sitting in a food stall on the street in the early morning, with most of the meat buns stuffed in his mouth. The melodious sound of the piano suddenly sounded, like flowing water. It seems that the natural sound of fireworks does not eat the world, and it is very incongruous with the atmosphere of the market that is full of the greasy smell of shouting.

"Who, disturb Young Master Ben's breakfast early in the morning. Steamed buns, let's go over and take a look. "Evil Little Seven quickly wiped out half of the bun in his mouth, and there were still food residues left on his mouth, and he looked very embarrassed to eat. The attendant standing on the side has a round face and round eyes, and the white face is a little baby fat, which really looks like a big white steamed bun that has just come out of the pot. Sometimes Evil Xiaoqi also admires his talent in nicknames, which is not inferior to the scholarly disciples of the evil family.

The steamed bun has a hard life, and his father and mother died early. At the age of seven, he came to the evil family with his aunt, and he may also have an idiot-like head, and he always has a stupid smile on his mouth no matter where he is. Evil Xiaoqi likes this kind of person who has an empty heart and no lungs, and at that time, the steamed bun's eyes were ignorant and confused, and he looked at the same eyes. He grinned, revealing a few large, jagged teeth. Evil Xiaoqi, who was also laughing heartlessly, poked at the young man: "In the future, I will follow this young master, and I will call you steamed buns in the future." ”

"Evil is less, it's Wu Jinfang Qiushui Pavilion. I heard that the girl from Wangzhou plays the piano well and looks like a symbol. The steamed bun diligently took out the square cloth from his sleeve and leaned over to hand it to Evil Xiaoqi. Laughing with a red face, he looked at a pair of clear and serious eyes, and immediately realized something, and said with an embarrassed smile: "No matter who it is, you can't disturb the evil young man early in the morning to eat breakfast." ”

"What are you doing, let's get over there. ”

Running from west to east, the Yimeng Pavilion is close in front of you only across the alley, and the sound of the piano sounds as if it is lingering in your ears.

The long-famous wanderer Evil Xiaoqi leads a little follower with a round face and round eyes. Chic and confident strode forward.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the hall on the first floor of Yimeng Pavilion, he was stopped by a short man.

Downstairs in front of the counter in the account room, Evil Xiaoqi looked around and felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong. The bustard, the shouting hall, the nurse, and the turtle slave are all gone.

The dwarf stood in front of the counter, like a monstrous plague god.

The lean face has a narrow scar, and the slender eyes are sunken into deep sockets. Don't look at the shoulders of the steamed buns, but there is a domineering spirit all over the body. He was dressed in a dark robe on his body, and his bare arms and muscles were bursting up, and he looked like a practitioner.

Evil Xiaoqi guessed that it was impossible for Yimeng Pavilion to raise breeders, and asked that businessman who would put a plague god at the door?

Sure enough, the short man stretched out his hand and asked for a note

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"Is it necessary? Who doesn't know that the face of the evil young man in Jincheng is a famous thorn. Even the yamen has to give face. Once the tried and tested diplomatic rhetoric was spoken, the steamed bun regretted it and quickly came to his senses.

"Really? That's a lonely and unheard-of place. The dwarf didn't eat this, and pretended to be surprised and said, "I also want to sell evil and lose face, but no one can go up without a simple post." Today, our young master has packed this Yimeng Pavilion. ”

"Who are you young masters? Maybe I still know you. "The piano sound upstairs hooked the hook so that the evil Xiaoqi had already lost three souls of the seven souls, and he was almost anxious to go upstairs while setting it, but he didn't notice that there was a figure at the barricade on the second floor.

"Except for the eldest son of the Jia family, who else in Jincheng can be so bold. ”

Jia Huai's eldest son, Jia Zhengnian, is only in his twenties, and he believes that he has a little martial arts, and his wealth is becoming more and more rampant, and he is even more happy to make friends with gangsters in the rivers and lakes, and he does all kinds of evil.

Evil Xiaoqi, who is also a gentleman, is naturally no stranger to this person. If you talk about friendship, it is limited to the nodding edge of dragonflies. Later, the two families became enemies, and the well water did not interfere with the river water.