In the tavern, after a moment of astonishment, the onlookers suddenly let out an exclamation. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAlthough this bet is not a huge gamble, it is rare to see how exciting it is.

First, the yellow-toothed thin man, who has always had terrible gambling luck, shook out a hand of "Di Four" (the popular name of five fours), but before that guy could be stunned for a while, he was fainted by the "Di Five" who just pressed him by the other party.

From beginning to end, the black-haired man maintained a calm and calm bearing, as if he had won the game from the beginning and had no fear. But so many people are watching, if the other party is out of thousands, they will definitely not be able to escape the eyes of everyone, after all, these old gamblers may not be able to do other things, but the eyesight that has been trained from the casino for so many years is still very reliable.

Of course, it is not ruled out that everyone will not be able to see through the black-haired man's thousand techniques, but the thousand techniques that have not been exposed are naturally not thousands of techniques.

If, most of the people in this gambling game still attribute it to **** luck, then next, the black-haired man won consecutive battles, and his posture like a gambling god made them marvel again and again and be impressed. For this group of gamblers, such a figure is like a legend in the eyes of ordinary people.

In less than half an hour, Bai Huang tried all kinds of games in the casino, including common dice, turntable, and relatively unpopular different-sided carved dice and black and white gambling stones. But no matter what kind of play, Bai Huang can easily win.

But Bai Huang didn't come to smash the field.,So it's measured.,Every bet belongs to the kind that won't hurt the harmony.,And in the end, he used the money he won to invite the whole tavern to drink.,After a dash.,Disappeared into the crowd with his own Lori.,Only to "scream" left a miraculous legend.

"It's terrible! The God of Gambling has to shake the cards forward or something, where am I gambling, it's just winning money at all, probably lying down can win. Bai Huang's whim to go to the casino to play was not really for excitement or money, he was just verifying one of his guesses.

And now it seems that his gambling luck, or rather luck, can not be described in a good word.

With a clang, a silver coin flicked high into his air, and then landed on the palm of his hand, no doubt this time it was head-on, and it was the hundredth time.

As long as you have a vague intention in your heart, then the probability is a floating cloud for you. No, it's not just the probability, the pie-in-the-sky thing in the wilderness doesn't make sense like that.

Why, exactly?

It's obviously good for himself, but Bai Huang is an obsessive-compulsive person who will have an extra thorn in his heart if he doesn't figure it out.

There is no doubt that this kind of unfortunate luck only appeared after coming to the underworld! He looked back on the details of his life during this time, and the things that had happened to him. It can also be attributed to this luck that he was rescued by Bato and the night sky at the seaside, but the short and short time he spent living in the small fishing village did not make him aware of this anomaly.

The most obvious change of this kind is the incident of the pie falling on the sky a day and a half ago, is it at that point in time? No, maybe a little bit earlier, right...... It only came after the disaster in the fishing village!

Maybe it had something to do with his resurrection, but he didn't have the slightest thought about what happened to him "after death", and he couldn't find it out, and the only night sky where it was possible to see something was not suitable to ask her now.

Previously, Bai Huang had guessed if it was related to the divinity of the Pale Lord who had disappeared, but now that he thought about it, it was not very likely. Although for some unknown reason, there seems to be a problem with his fusion with the Pale Lord, resulting in his memories of the Pale Lord being very fragmentary, but he still roughly knows that the Pale Lord has nothing to do with luck or something.

Just as Bai Huang was meditating, the night sky that had been held in his arms suddenly pulled his clothes hard, and called softly: "Big brother......"

Bai Huang was suddenly overjoyed, and was happy that the symptoms of the night sky had improved, but when he turned his head, he saw the little guy frowning and his little face, and even his brows were tangled together.

"What's wrong?, what's uncomfortable?" Bai Huang asked softly, but the night sky shook his head and said with some uneasiness, "There are bad people......

When Bai Huang heard this, he realized that the atmosphere around him was very wrong. Many of the shopkeepers on the street packed up their things and ran into the house to close their doors so as not to suffer from the fish in the pond. The pedestrians also left in a hurry, and Bai Huang was left alone in the middle of the originally noisy street, surrounded by a circle of black-clothed people.

"Everyone, what are you doing?" Although he knew that it was not good, Bai Huang did not rush to make a move, but observed the other party's movements and estimated their combat strength.

However, the other party did not have the slightest intention of inking with him.

"!" After a roar, a bald hunk led by him directly picked up a big fist and smashed it towards Bai Huang, seemingly without the slightest intention of leaving his hand, and what made Bai Huang most angry was that the other party completely ignored that he was still holding a child, and this time the night sky was also included.

"It's quite humorous, but it's more annoying than a boring guy!" Bai Huang's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was staring at his prey, and he was bloodthirsty in the cold. In his eyes, the bald hunk's movements are as slow as a turtle, and such an opponent makes him not interested, but his anger is always vented.

Slightly on one side, Bai Huang didn't make any extra movements, but the bald hunk bumped into the flat pole in his hand by himself. With a click, the originally menacing bald head instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and his right hand drooped weakly - his shoulder joint was dislocated.

The unremarkable stick plunged from under his armpit into the inside of his arm, not only striking his numb tendons, paralyzing his entire arm, but also dislocating his shoulder joint.

However, Bai Huang did not exert any force from beginning to end, and all this damage was caused by the bald head's own strength.

"How about it? I use this dog stick method to fight those mad dogs that bite people indiscriminately. ”

"Very good, you are very strong, but do you think that if you kill the second son of the Rhodes family, you will be able to leave Bode alive? Lao Tzu will see how long you kid can be arrogant! What are you waiting for, give it to me!" With the roar of the bald head, twenty or thirty men in black swarmed up, as if they were going to knock Bai Huang into a meat pie.

But they were greeted with a sturdy and durable dog-beating stick, a great dog! )