looked at the great immortals who were gathering one by one.

The face of the boss of this money was already filled with a happy smile.

"Come on, come on, walk by, don't miss. It doesn't matter if you have more money or less money! It's all about participation, it's about participation! You can't let your hard work be in vain. ”

With this sound of shouting, soon the table was overcrowded.

And it was precisely with the convergence of the great immortals that the smiling face of Boss Qian actually began to twitch.

Because on the gambling table in front of him, the gambling money on the right side that suppressed the fear of Liusun was stacked into a small mountain at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the other hand, the gambling money won by Yin Hong on the left side was less than one-tenth of that on the right...

"No! Can't be so pressed! The following Taoist friends have paid attention. The one who presses the prince pays one, and the one who is afraid of the immortal is only one to five. ”

Just kidding, the number of these pressures is more than tens of thousands.

And this momentum shows no signs of stopping.

Originally, he was going to have fun, but the ghost knows that these suppressed immortals actually had a vengeful gamble.

It's just that anyone who has a little money in his pocket wants to come and take a kick.

And he just boasted about Haikou again.

If you stop betting now, others will doubt your financial strength.

When the time comes, what will others think of themselves?

Don't have the money to open a store? Do you want credibility? Do you want the business of the store?

But even if he was afraid of the Great Immortal, he only had the harsh condition of one loss of 0.5.

Those later great immortals did not hesitate at all, and most of them were pressed by the fear of the great immortals.

This made Boss Qian wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead again and again.

If this amount rises again, if you lose, I am afraid that I will not only lose my family, but also be chased by many immortals.

Suddenly, through the crowd, he happened to see the old god Kunpeng below.

His own shop is also in a prime location, and Kunpeng Lao went to the North Underworld Restaurant to drink.

came and went, often passing by, and the two were quite familiar.

At this time, it is useless to ask anyone.

I can only ask for Kunpeng...

After all, everyone knows that Kunpeng is familiar with the crown prince.

"Brother Kunpeng! Brother Kunpeng! Boss Qian Chuanyin frantically shouted at Kunpeng below.

However, Kunpeng didn't seem to hear at all.

The sharp eyes were always paying attention to the fear of Sun and Yin Hong in the field.

This made Boss Qian's whole body sweat, and it was almost wet to the soles of his feet.

"Brother Kun! Kun Boss! Kun Giant! Grandpa Kun! ”

Helpless, Boss Qian was so anxious that he even shouted at his grandfather, so he just wanted Kunpeng to take a look at himself.

But Kunpeng was still completely unmoved.

"Demon King !!"

Finally, Boss Qian compromised, and a slightly shameful shout popped up in his heart.

It's just that after these two words were shouted, Boss Qian's face immediately turned red.

Because the money boss is the body of a 10,000-year-old money turtle.

It is also said that it is also a vein of the demon clan, and it has the ability to hunt for treasures and accumulate wealth.

Coupled with a lifetime of wandering around the world, this is quite rich.

I learned that the mouth of the volcanic market is mixed with dragons and snakes, and all kinds of genius treasures can be realized here.

He rushed over with his background, and he was very prosperous, and he was at ease.

Kunpeng had also invited him before to join his Northern Netherworld Demon Clan's forces.

can be decisively rejected by him, after all, harmony can make money, how can he not understand this truth as a 10,000-year-old turtle?

How to join the North Underworld?

Isn't this a disguised line to fight against Nuwa?

He wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

But now, what can he do now?

There is no other way but to ask Kunpeng for help.

If he could, he would rather ask Nuwa for help, she is a saint anyway, and when the time comes, if you really fight, you will have a better chance of winning.

But Nuwa's distant water can't quench her current thirst.

Even if you can solve it, who is Nuwa?

Can you help yourself?

Therefore, although he shouted the demon king unwillingly, he was unwilling.

But it can also be regarded as a kind of surrender in disguise.

......

And what about the Kunpeng below?

What Brother Kun, Big Kun, and Grandpa Kun did before, he ignored them all.

Only when the word demon king came.

This Kunpeng's ears were so smart that they shook again and again.

Apparently very sensitive to this title.

Seeing this scene, the boss Qian above even had the urge to take a brick and directly slap him on the back of the head.

How greedy you have to be the demon king to be so shameless.

Calling his name can be directly filtered like water, but the word demon king can make him feel it at all times.

Obviously, Boss Qian is not aware.

Back then, in Beihai, the king of Xuan said that the demon king, and the Kunpeng who shouted was refreshed.

The alliance between the two clans of the demon clan was also reached without hindrance after a sentence of the demon king.

For the title of demon king, it can be said that Kunpeng is obsessed with his life.

It's just that Kunpeng heard the word demon king.

also took the opportunity to look around, thinking it was an auditory hallucination, so he muttered at random.

"I just heard someone shouting the demon king of this seat, what's wrong? Forget it, it seems that I really think about it day and dream at night. Now even auditory hallucinations are present? ...”

After muttering, he continued to turn around, staring at the two people in the field again.

This embarrassed the money boss.

Kunpeng's attention wasn't on him.

But his attention is all on Kunpeng right now.

Therefore, even if it was Kunpeng's small mutter, he could hear it clearly.

I scolded even more secretly in my heart: Hallucinating your sister's ball, you stinky big fish, are you simply an official fan! If you can't hear anything, you can only hear the word demon king? Besides, when you look back, what happened? Wouldn't it look up?

Although Boss Qian was a little unhappy in his heart.

But helplessly, if you ask someone, even if you don't like it, you have to lick your face and beg it, right?

"Demon King! Lord Demon King!! ”

There were two more transmissions, coming eagerly, and this shouting made Kunpeng feel comfortable, and goosebumps all over his body rose.

But, when he looked back with a puzzled expression.

Except for the red-eyed Gao Ming, the high sense with a drooping head, the invincible Yuan Hong, and a bunch of great immortals and dark immortals who are silently leaving, there is no one left.

And it's unlikely that these people just call him the Demon King.

"What the hell, in the middle of the day, is this condition getting worse again?" Kunpeng rubbed the back of his head.

Just when he wanted to continue to turn around and pay attention to the situation on Yin Hong's side.

There were several more transmissions, coming quickly.

"Lord Demon King! Look at the top, look at the top! ”

"It's me, Qian Laogui, we both drank once! It's in the restaurant of the little lady of Feilian. ”

"Yes, yes, you also invited me to join the forces of the Northern Netherworld, don't you remember?"

Hearing this, Kunpeng seemed to remember something, and looked up at the sky.

I don't know if I don't look at it, this time, Rao is Kunpeng was taken aback.

Before, these people only paid attention to the situation on Yin Hong's side.

I didn't pay much attention to the movements of those great immortals.

Even if there were, I thought they were going to leave one by one.

Now look, good guys.

Pile after pile, all piled together, looking at the surging posture of this head, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is going to open a conference of ten thousand immortals.

No, it's not the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, it should be said that it is a hodgepodge of Ten Thousand Immortals, all gathered together.

Moreover, it turns out that those who left behind him were not leaving.

On the contrary, they all went in the direction of the crowd.