Seeing that the man on the opposite side lost the bet and slaughtered his quail bloodily and cruelly, Wang Cheng was so frightened that he hid behind Wen Xiaoyun in a hurry.

When the white-haired old man saw it, he stretched out his hand calmly, and took Wang Cheng from Wen Xiaoyun's side again.

Wen Xiaoyun's attention was all on the bloody scene in front of him.

She glanced coldly at the man who had lost, and suddenly let out a sneer, "It's a pity, it's ridiculous again." ”

The man on the other side was already red-eyed, but now that he heard her sarcastic words, he suddenly became a little anxious, raised his hand and pointed at the tip of Wen Xiaoyun's nose, and roared viciously: "Even if you win, you are not qualified to interfere with who Uncle Ben kills and beats!" You are coaxing and coaxing, be careful, Uncle Ben will be the next one to be killed! ”

When the people on the left and right saw this critical situation that was about to erupt, they immediately stepped forward and dragged the man to persuade him, "Da Shao, dissipate your anger." ”

Wang Cheng looked at the vicious eyes surrounding him left and right, becoming more and more timid, and finally simply hugged the arm of the white-haired old man. Timidly took a few steps back, not even daring to come out.

In the face of the man's fierce threat, Wen Xiaoyun was not afraid at all, she held her head high, "It's not you who feel sorry for me." I just feel sorry for myself. ”

The man glanced Wen Xiaoyun up and down with disdain, and smiled hideously, "I didn't expect you to be quite cowardly, kneeling down for grandpa so soon?" ”

Wen Xiaoyun shrugged her shoulders indifferently and smiled, "It's a pity that if your quail doesn't die, I'm willing to buy it for a hundred taels." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked.

The man was also stunned, and then sneered contemptuously, "You are a fool when you say this, right?" As long as the quail fighters know that no matter how powerful the quail is, if other quails are pecked head-on, their courage will be broken, and they will never be able to get on the fight again. One hundred taels of silver to buy a waste quail, do you want to stew some kind of fur goods to eat together? ”

Listening to the man's arrogant laughter, the onlookers on the left and right also laughed.

Wen Xiaoyun's eyes became more and more confident.

She picked up her quail cage and showed the quail inside to everyone, "It is said that good quails that can fight are hard to find." How many good styles, caught countless quails, trained countless times, and couldn't touch a superlative.

Not to mention the ordinary quails we see in the arena.

It's ridiculous that people use the habits of these ordinary quails to guess and deduce the temperament of good quails.

The rare best quail may be thin and small, or it may be ugly, but its temperament is first-class and strong.

They occasionally lose a game, but as long as the quail keeper teaches them carefully, they will become more and more powerful in the future. ”

Saying that, Wen Xiaoyun raised his hand and pointed to the innkeeper in the crowd, "Anyone who knows my son-in-law knows that he once bought a weak and crippled quail in the hands of this shopkeeper. And our Pengshou is also one of them, at first it behaved very ordinary, and even lost the fight, but after going back and after some training by the masters, it picked up the courage again, the more and more brave, the more powerful.

And just now, Peng Shou, who saw that my family had almost entered its heyday, was also suppressed by Childe's quail.

Such a powerful quail, as long as it is trained well, will definitely become a real phoenix, or even the last phoenix head. ”

Saying that, Wen Xiaoyun looked at the bloody quail in the arena, and her eyes became more and more solemn, "It's just a pity that it's a step too late, so I missed such a good seedling like this." ”

After speaking, she took out a small piece of broken silver from the gambling money she had just earned and threw it to the gorgeous and charming dice girl, "Trouble girl, send someone to bury this unfinished phoenix." Maybe you can get some good karma with your own son-in-law in the future, and you can find a real crested quail in the future. ”

As soon as these words were finished, the people around were deeply shocked.

Thinking about it this way, it was really unlucky to kill the man directly just now, and at least he lost at least a hundred taels of silver.

And the man even the original innkeeper changed his face at the first time he heard it.

Hearing this, they regretted that they couldn't come forward and pick up the dead crow and do everything they could to revive it.

At this time, the initiator of everything, Wen Xiaoyun, walked to the next stall with his quail cage.

Leaving aside those gamblers who don't recognize their six relatives, Wen Xiaoyun just wants to find a reliable way as soon as possible to find out the hiding place of the dice lady.

Wang Cheng didn't have any doubts about what Wen Xiaoyun said, and followed behind with a fart, just waiting to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

The white-haired old man followed the two as always.

"This son, please stay." Just as the three of them walked forward, a sweet and glutinous soft voice suddenly sounded from behind them.

This sound didn't matter, and it scared Wang Cheng all of a sudden.

Wen Xiaoyun turned her head abruptly with the cage in her hand, "Dice, dice lady?" ”