Chapter 347: Settled

In just ten minutes, three cards have been muddled, and most of that time is still stacking.

Two to feed one, what cards are played out immediately, fill in like a pig, can not be pasted fast!

After the three cards were quickly pasted, it was already three rounds, and now it was the fourth round.

At this time, Zifeng Taoist came to his senses, and the three of them planned to take turns to play the four rounds of mahjong.

Because the money won by the three people, it was the same point when they went around, even if the last four rounds were finished, only one of the three people got the money, and they still pasted according to the smallest number, so the money won was not much.

On the other hand, because Zifeng Daoist was too selfless before, he won a lot of money, and he didn't even open the box containing the principal, and the three of them opened the principal box as early as the first game.

The moment Zifeng Daoist touched mahjong, he had already jumped into this pit, and he couldn't get out if he wanted to.

"Why did I have to paste in the first place?" Daoist Zifeng slapped his hands, not to mention how annoyed he was. (งǒdishǒ) ง⁼³₌₃

At this time, Daoist Zifeng could even feel that the three of them were looking at him with a playful gaze.

"Senior brother! You're from us! ”(◦`~´◦)

"Senior brother! Don't struggle! ”(o｀ε´o)

"Senior brother! You just be the boss! ”(。 ・`ω´・)

"Delusional!" Daoist Zifeng gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely not be the first place today!" (#'dish ́)

"Alas...... Senior brother, why don't you recognize the reality? After Ziyun shook his head, he typed out a 10,000 sheet.

"Bump!" After Zi Dijiao drank a handful, after collecting this 10,000 yuan, she played a three-cylinder.

"Kong!" Ziyun put away the three cylinders, and after drawing a card at the end of the card, another 70,000 came out.

"Paste!" Zidi pushed the card and pasted Ziyun's 70,000.

Zifeng Taoist squeezed the two cards in his hand fiercely, making a "pop" sound.

"Senior brother! Why do you bother? Ziyun said lightly.

"Senior brother! Don't struggle! Ziliu said as he stacked mahjong tiles.

"Senior brother! Don't be angry, it's a big pain in your liver, otherwise it won't be good to work when you become the head! Zidi said naughtily.

Zifeng Taoist: ٩(╬ఠдఠ)و !! angry

That's it, two more handfuls down, Ziliu and Ziyun each pasted, and only the last one was left.

"Do you really want that?" Zifeng Daoist grinded his teeth and said.

In response to the Zifeng Daoist priest, it was the determined gaze of the three of them.

Ziyun: (. ì _ í｡ )

Zidi: (*^ω^*)

Sub-stream: (•ω•)

"Believe it or not, I flipped the table!" Daoist Zifeng gritted his teeth and said. (-"-Fury)

But what responded to Zifeng Daoist was the three of them mocking and disbelieving eyes.

Daoist Zifeng was furious, stood up with a bang, grabbed the edge of the table with both hands and was about to lift the table.

(╯｀□′)╯~ ╧╧

"En???" Daoist Zifeng secretly wondered, only to see that the table was not overturned as Daoist Zifeng imagined, and was still firmly buckled on the ground.

"I'll rub!" After Daoist Zifeng scolded secretly, his arms were bruised, and his hands became even stronger.

(╯"Dish′)╯(┻━┻

But the table was still unlifted, as if it was nailed to the ground, motionless.

After Zifeng Daoist's eyelids jumped a few times, he immediately bowed down and looked under the table, only to see Ziyun, Ziliu and Zidi stepping on the crossbeam at the foot of the table.

It's strange that the table is lifted!

After Daoist Zifeng rose from under the table with a dark face, he saw the other three looking at him with a wicked smile.

"You ......" Zifeng Daoist pointed to the three of them and said, "Good, good, very good!"

When everyone in the audience saw the scene of Daoist Zifeng, they all opened their mouths to discuss.

"What is he doing under the table? And this posture seems to be about to lift the table! ”

"Maybe I want to see if the other three are out of the way!"

"Looks like he's winning the most now! Are you still worried about other people? ”

"Maybe I want to win more, I want them to be convinced!"

"What's the deal with the table-flipping posture?"

"Maybe you want them to stop rubbing and show that their victory is decided!"

"How do you feel that this explanation is a bit reluctant!"

The people in the audience didn't know that the three people on the stage were using a female cadre to frame Zifeng Daoist in order to not be the head of Maoshan for themselves.

And everyone in the audience knew why......

"Uncle Feng seems to have been trapped!" Zhang Yi leaned on the windowsill and said, "Now I'm angry!"

"Yes! I can't lift the table if I want to! Yan Bo said lightly.

"It seems that this head of Maoshan is Uncle Feng!" Wang Fan touched his chin and said.

"How do you feel that Shilang is a little pitiful!" Ah Ying said kindly.

"Sakura!" Zhang Yi touched Ah Ying's head and said, "The three of them know that they can't be the head of the house, so they came up with such a way to make Uncle Feng the head of the house!"

"I see!" Ah Ying nodded as if she didn't understand.

At this time, Ziyun on the platform typed out a whiteboard and said, "Senior brother! Sorry! ”

"I'm confused!" Zi Dijiao laughed, put a bunch of cards, and pasted one of Ziyun's whiteboards.

So far, the four rounds of mahjong have been played, and there is no doubt that Zifeng Taoist has not even opened the principal box, and there is no doubt that it is the one who wins more.

Ping Zhangmen came out of the stands with his hands behind his back, nodded with satisfaction and said: "The four rounds of mahjong have been played, and now Zifeng has won the most money."

"So, I announce that Zifeng will become the new head of Maoshan!" With a wave of his hand, Master Ping announced directly.

The Zifeng Taoist priest on the platform had a bitter face, listening to the announcement of the head of Ping, and he couldn't rely on it, after all, there were so many people witnessing it below.

At this time, Daoist Zifeng found a defiant smile on the corner of Master Ping's mouth.

In an instant, Daoist Zifeng understood that this three-person pit his own code play was definitely instructed by the bad old man.

"Eighty percent is the matter of the can of Wuyi Mountain's big red robe!" Daoist Zifeng thought secretly.

Because at that time, the head of the Ping family let go of the cruel sentence "You wait for Lao Tzu".

At that time, Daoist Zifeng didn't care at all, and replied very arrogantly.

Now everyone has seen the results...... The ginger is still old and spicy, the wrist is old, the wine is old, and the rice is still dumplings!

After the announcement of the completion of the Ping, he ignored the Zifeng Daoist with a black line on his face and fire-breathing eyes, and said directly to the people under the platform: "Now in order to celebrate the success of the election of the head of the family, we ask the head of Su to sing a song for me."

"Warm welcome, everyone!" Head Ping said frivolously. ٩(๛ ˘ ³˘)۶

After the head of Ping gave the Zifeng Taoist a handful, he seemed to be in a very good mood, and he even spoke lightly!