"Okay, you're so refreshed, I'll naturally bet with you on this bet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Hua Chan said loudly.

"The bet between the grass and me continues, and the bet between the old cheap fish and us can't be given up halfway, and we have to gamble on." Shen Er's fat man was angry that Feng Jiutian was making a bad deal in it, so he said angrily. Shoot through a toad with its belly facing up.

"The gamble between the two of you continues, and of course mine will continue." Feng Jiutian saw Shen Er's fat man's puffed up appearance, and snickered in his heart, but said with an innocent expression on his face.

Shen Er's fat man secretly scolded the old cheap fish again, which was really bad. However, when he thought that the old bustard in the 'Cuixiang Building' definitely weighed more than one hundred and ninety-nine pounds, a smug smile appeared on his face. Because once when gambling with a prostitute who had just come out of the 'Cuixiang Building', the prostitute said that there was a man of nearly 200 catties, because he wanted to eat the overlord meal of the begonia girl in the 'Cuixiang Building', he was picked up by the bustard and fell in front of the counter, and finally obediently handed over the prostitution funds. The old bustard stood up, half a head taller than the man who was nearly two hundred pounds.

The prostitute also said, "The bustard's waist is almost three times as thick as his." ”

Shen Er's fat man felt that even if the waist of the man who was gambling with him at that time was only as thick as a dog's neck, as soon as he stood at the wind outlet, a breeze could blow him away without a trace. However, the neck of the three dogs together is still not to be underestimated. The bustard's height can be a head taller than the prostitute who eats the overlord's meal, and the waist of the three dog's necks together is naturally thicker than the prostitute who wants to eat the overlord's meal.

Thinking of this, Shen Er's fat man couldn't help but worry, what if he lost, what if he stole the old bustard's underwear and couldn't hang it on his waist? Wouldn't that make people laugh even more?

Shen Er's fat man thought of the old bustard's waist, and couldn't help but feel excited. He couldn't help but glared fiercely at Feng Jiutian, who was pretending to be innocent.

After Hua Can shot the last toad, he jumped on the roof of the carriage and counted the unmelted coffins and the traces under the dissolved coffins: "One hundred and eighty-nine, one hundred and ninety。。。。。。 ”

When Shen Er's fat man thought of the waist of Lao Bustard's three dog necks together, he suddenly panicked in his heart, for fear that Hua Can would deliberately miss one, so he hurriedly jumped into the car and counted it with Hua Can.

"One hundred and ninety-four, one hundred and ninety-five." Hua Can's face showed a smug smile, and then he counted with Shen Er's fat man: "One hundred and ninety-six, one hundred and ninety-seven, one hundred and ninety-eight." ”

"Hahaha!" Hua Chan stood in the carriage and smiled triumphantly.

"No, no, this bet, it's the two of you who worked together to calculate me." Shen Er's fat man knew that he had lost this gamble, and he also knew that no matter how he tried to rely on it, it would be useless, and these two people would never let him go. However, when he thought of the old bustard's thick waist, Shen Er's fat man still cried out helplessly.

Hua Can didn't squeak either, just looked at Shen Er's fat man coldly. Although the fat man is in his mouth, he knows that as long as the fat man makes a bet with someone, once he loses, even if he bets to drill the crotch of the old bustard, the fat man will not break his promise.

Sure enough, Shen Er's fat man said: "I am willing to lose the bet, since the second master has lost, he will go to steal the underwear of the old bustard in the 'Cuixiang Building' and wear it on his body to accompany you to gamble for a day in the 'One Shot'." However, the bet that the old cheap fish made with us still has to continue. ”

"That's nature. My gamble with you, of course, continues. Feng Jiutian said with a smile.

"As far as I know, the waist of the old bustard in the 'Cuixiang Building' can't be hugged by a man, and I heard that the power of the old bustard can kill a calf with one punch." Hua Can suddenly smiled mysteriously at the depressed Shen Er fat man.

Suddenly, the fat man Shen Er, who was standing in the car, laughed and said; "One hundred and ninety-nine. One hundred and ninety-nine coffins. Hahahaha! ”

Hua Can and Feng Jiutian hurriedly jumped into the car and looked in the direction that Shen Er's fat man was pointing with a smile. I saw that in the middle of the road about ten zhang in front of the cart, a strange picture was slowly forming.

On the road ahead, a large coffin was being formed. In the moonlight, countless black lines of sand were pouring from the grass on both sides of the road towards the large coffin. The bottom of the big coffin had been formed, and the four corners had been raised high, and from the four sides of the bottom of the coffin, half of them had been built.

Those black lines still swam out of the grass like the edges of a bamboo basket, swimming around the coffin. Each black line that climbed to the edge of the coffin would increase the height of the coffin by an inch or two.

After another moment, all four sides of the coffin were put together.

In the grass on both sides of the road, there were still black threads crawling out, and they first built a diagonal lid on top of the 'corner' on both sides of the coffin, and then built up on both sides of the lid along both sides of the coffin.

Those black-brown threads, like a snake, swam on both sides of the coffin lid. Under the cold white moonlight, it looks weird and absurd. It makes people have a bizarre visual impact.

"One hundred and ninety-nine coffins, indeed. You win. Hua Can said.

"I won. It's just that the coffin that made me win the bet requires us to pay hardships, which may be hundreds of times more difficult than stealing the underwear of the old bustard of the 'Cuixiang Building'. Shen Yu sighed and said.

"Do you think that the more than 100 coffins just now are only the size of this coffin?" Feng Jiutian sighed and said.

I saw that the big coffin in the middle of the road was almost built, and there was a black thread, which was weirdly straightening the four corners of the coffin lid.

In the grass on either side, the bottoms of two coffins, slightly smaller than the middle of the road, had formed. The bottom of the two coffins was built in the grass on the side of the road just now, so the three of them did not see it. Now, the bottom of the huge coffin has been exposed to the grass, and the four corners have black lines that are constantly upstream, constantly increasing and widening.

"I think both of you lost today." Feng Jiutian said.

Neither of them spoke again. It seems that they are all frightened by this strange picture in front of them.

"I stole the bustard's underwear, and at most I was scolded by the bustard. You stole the top card from the 'Cuixiang Building' for a day, and gambled for a day in the 'One Shot' next door to the 'Cuixiang Building', it's no wonder that the old bustard didn't beat you to death. When the time comes, don't say that the two of us are not enough brothers, and we won't be saved when we die! Shen Er, the fat man, knew that the bet he made with Hua Can was a lose-lose situation, and the defeat was decided. However, thinking of the appearance of the old bustard catching Feng Jiutian in the 'One Shot Heaven', he suddenly felt that although he lost the bet to steal the old bustard's underwear, it was also worth it. Thinking of this, he gloated and laughed with Hua Can.

"I have made friends like you two and I owe you in my last life." Feng Jiutian was told by Shen Er's fat man, and he had an epiphany that he was the most stupid fool.