"Bastard, bastard. Don't overdo it! Ah Zao glared angrily at the stall owner.

The poker master didn't say a word, but his hand trembling visibly.

This deck of cards was given to him by Lord Dice and has always been his most precious thing. It's not just a magic weapon, it's a recognition.

It not only means that he is recognized by everyone in the realm of the gods, but also that he is recognized by Lord Watarami!

In the past, poker masters would have lost their lives rather than give up this deck. But now, that belief is slowly faltering.

Finding the truth is the only thing a poker grower is willing to do right now. On this difficult road, many things have to be given up, and you have to give up if you can't give up.

If the timing is right, would the poker grown-ups be willing to sacrifice these cards, but give it to this stall owner with swarthy hands for a handful of bananas?

Poker adults feel like their hearts are bleeding.

"Give it to him, haha."

"Yes. Give it all to him. ”

"I also think a deck of cards is appropriate."

"Yes, it's appropriate to change a deck of playing cards for a handful of bananas."

"Give it to him, give it to him."

The crowd of onlookers began to heckle.

"You're blackmailing!" Ziqi and Lingling ran over, and the two of them kept their angry eyes at the stall owner while quickly searching for their outfits.

"Hehe, I'm a very talkative person, I don't want to exchange playing cards, what other valuable things do you have?" The stall owner looked at everyone with a smile on his face.

Ziqi took the lead in putting down his hands, and he was really breezy with his sleeves. Lingling also made no valuable discoveries.

"It's okay." Master Poker said to the two of them with a frustrated face, and he gently closed the cards in his hand.

"That's it, here you go." Master Poker slowly handed over the cards.

"Your Excellency!" Lingling, Ziqi and Ah Zao shouted sadly at the same time, especially Ah Zao, the trouble was caused by himself.

"Huh." The smile on the stall owner's lips slowly unfolded.

Just as the swarthy hand was about to touch the playing cards, the poker master Huo Ran withdrew his hand.

"You, what do you mean?" The stall owner stared at Master Poker intently.

"Hmph, it occurred to me that I had something else that I would like better." As he spoke, Master Poker carefully tucked the cards into one sleeve.

"Really? Okay, take it out and I'll see. The stall owner's two little eyes sparkled.

"That's ......" Master Poker silently put his slender finger into the other sleeve, and a black shiny thing was removed.

"Ahh After seeing the things in the poker adult's hand, the stall owner's face changed instantly.

It was the black pistol that appeared in the hands of the poker masters!

"You, what are you going to do?" The stall owner asked in a trembling voice, and the tall body of the man slowly stiffened.

"Hmph, what do you think of this gun, can it be used for banana money?"

"Oh, so you want to use it to pay off your debts, so I'll have to think about it." The stall owner slowly straightened up again.

"This gun has followed me for many years, and it can be regarded as a rare treasure." Master Poker said confidently, and he put a finger into the trigger guard and turned the pistol around.

Although I haven't spent much money on it, it should be okay to exchange a pistol for a banana.

The pistol turned faster and faster, and everyone could no longer recognize the shape of the pistol, only to feel that it was black and bright in front of them.

"Your Excellency." Zao shouted guiltily, he had heard his parents tell him about the value of the pistol.

"It's okay." Lord Poker comforted Ah Zao with a smile on his face.

Solitaire and pistol are his treasures, but at this time he can only give up the pistol.

"Nope." Suddenly, the stall owner's voice came.

The pistol slowly stopped turning, and it became clear from the darkness.

"What?" Poker adults couldn't believe their ears.

It's like exchanging a stewed crispy elbow for a rancid steamed bun, and in the end the other party refuses.

"Ask for cards." The stall owner was concise and to the point.

"You, you bastard!" Master Poker could no longer maintain restraint and demeanor, he picked up his pistol and aimed the swarthy muzzle at the swarthy stall owner, "A broken banana you grind and chirp, believe it or not, Lao Tzu shot you down!" ”

"Ahh The stall owner instantly squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, "Folks, come and see, these people want to shoot me to death without giving money for eating." ”

With the mournful shouts of the stall owner, the surrounding people came one after another, and soon surrounded everyone three layers inside and three layers outside.

"Wow, there are still such people in the world."

"There is no royal law left."

"These people are robbers."

"The stall owner is so pitiful."

"Stallholder, we support you, we are all here to watch, I still don't believe they dare to kill."

"Quick, report quickly to the Rapid Wind Management Bureau (The Great Port of the Rapid Wind is a gathering place for goods in the three fields, and because of the large number of merchants, it has a department authorized by Lord Watarami to manage the market, which is called the Rapid Wind Management Bureau.) ）。

"Yes, report it quickly."

"Yes, report."

The onlookers once again began to talk nonsense.

For the first time in his life, Master Poker's handsome face flushed with shame, and he was even more sure that it was the most embarrassing of his life.

Ziqi and the others were also uncomfortable, and it was really delicious to be watched and discussed by a large group of people.

"Thank you for your support." Seeing that the broad masses of the people were on his side, the stall owner gradually returned to his self-confidence, and he slowly lowered his hands and stood up.

"Hmph, shoot, shoot! I, Balu, am not a good man if I frown. The stall owner said heroically, without even blinking his eyes.

"You, you......" Master Poker slowly lowered his pistol.

"Hmph." The Balu stall owner smiled contemptuously

"Boy, what you want to thank is not the crowd of onlookers, not the Wind Turbine Bureau, but the fact that there are no bullets in this gun." Lord Poker said angrily.

"Oh my God, did you hear that? The man said there were no more bullets in the gun. ”

"It's just that a gun without bullets is worthless."

"You still want to exchange for bananas for such a thing?"

"These people are robbers."

"Yes, a broken gun."

The crowd of onlookers boiled again.

"Shut up!" Master Poker turned around and roared angrily.

He never dreamed that the Ice Realm would be such a place, it was simply indescribable. The demeanor and self-cultivation that he has maintained for many years are gone here.

"Wow, he dared to scare us."

"Come on, you have the ability to hit me with your broken gun."

"I think they're here to disrupt the market."

"Yes, we can't let them succeed, report it to the Wind Control Bureau."

"Yes, report."

"Report now!"

"What are you doing watching me? Why don't you report it yet. ”

"You're not the most happy to shout, I'm still waiting for you to report."

The crowd was talking, everyone looked indignant, but no one was moving.

"Guys, listen to me." The stall owner, Balu, clasped his fist at the crowd, "Thank you for your support." The reason why our wind port can flourish day by day is inseparable from everyone's efforts. Here, no one can eat and drink for nothing. No one can ignore the testimonies here. Here, no one can be a robber! ”

"Well said!"

The crowd erupted in thunderous applause.

Ziqi and the others were dumbfounded.

"As you know, I'm not a stingy person, a banana has at least three gold coins, I just want a small deck of cards, and these people don't want to ......"

"Alright, don't talk about it." Lord Poker hurriedly stopped Balu, who still wanted to continue to agitate the crowd.

"Count yourself winning." Master Poker removes his cards.

"No, I'm afraid a deck of cards isn't enough now." Baloo stretched out a swarthy hand and shook it in front of Master Poker, "You have delayed me for so long, how much income do I have to lose?" ”

"You ......" Poker Master was once again choked speechless, and it was an eye-opener today.

"I want both cards and guns." Balu looked at the crowd, "Do you think that's too much?" ”

"Not too much!"

"It's all as it should be."

"The Balu stall owner is really bold, a deck of cards and a gun are not worth a banana."

"Yes, what are you hesitating about, hurry up."

"Yes, we will never allow the act of eating for nothing."

"Hurry up, and report to the Wind Control Bureau if you don't hand over anything."

"Yes, the Wind Turbine."

With the buzz of the crowd, the poker bigwigs were in high spirits.

Only by putting aside the books and actually looking at the world will we understand that this world is magical and changeable, this world is unfathomable, and this world is never simple.

"Okay." Master Poker held the cards and guns in his hand, "I'll give them all to you, and I'll pay the tuition." Baru: yes? You kid kind of taught me a lesson. ”

Just as the stall owner Balu was about to take his spoils with a triumphant smile on his face, there was a commotion in the crowd.

"Someone's coming."

"What?"

"Hurry, the people from the Wind Control Bureau are here."

"Wind Turbine?"

"The Wind Turbine is here!!"

In an instant, the crowd scattered like headless flies, all with ghost-like expressions on their faces, as if the supreme Wind Turbine was a plague.

Looking at the crowd scrambling to flee, Balu trembled and his face turned pale.

Rumbling sounds filled the circle around the poker four, and in the blink of an eye, the crowd of onlookers disappeared.

"Squeak."

Three or five rats also scattered in all directions as if they were fleeing for their lives.

and the birds of the sky, and the toads of the earth.

Underneath the big animals are small animals, and all the animals are fleeing like migrators.

In the end, what disappeared from the eyes of Ziqi and the others were several old spiders who were desperately moving their eight legs.

Ziqi was stunned, this is simply a thousand mountains and birds flying away, and thousands of people are gone.

What is the origin of this Wind Control Bureau?

The roads were unusually clean, and there was not a single person, or even a single living being, on the streets, except for stall owners like Baru, who did not dare to move.

A fresh breeze blew, and a few yellow fallen leaves swirled and slowly fell down the street.

Behind the fallen leaves, a huge carriage slowly drove like a proud beast, and everywhere it went, all the stall owners bowed their heads deeply.