The revelator looked at the triumphant family and his face was not pretty, but he still gently told Fran, "You don't have to care what he says, you can refuse." Your brother and I will take care of the rest for you. ”

Dan Yan was behind the celebrants, looking at the guy with no sense of reverence with a gloomy face. The bustling banquet had fallen into a strange silence by this time, and some of the guests watched the event with gloating, while others had worries in their eyes.

The Ace of Spades laughed strangely, like a stud gambler who had been sick with all his body, and let out a shrill laugh, "Dear Mr. Fran, do you really want to refuse this wonderful gamble?" This is a humble begging from the most devout gambler. ”

He licked his lips and spread his hands out, "You know. I, a rat who wanders in the gutter all year round, will always have some tricks that can't be put on the table, and maybe these methods won't work for you. But ......"

He smiled strangely, and the meaning in his tone was already self-evident.

It was a naked threat, and the rejoicer's eyes narrowed, and he didn't ask if the sudden gamble had anything to do with the greedy butterfly. It was a stupid question that had already been answered, and he glanced behind him without leaving a trace, and Dan Yan nodded slowly, and the incantation began to appear around him, a strange circle of magic.

"Oh? How? Your Excellency the food delivery man wants to let his chef take care of us rats? The Ace of Spades smiled sarcastically, "It's late, we guys don't have any other skills, but we have an extremely sensitive sense of danger." ”

Dan's face remained unchanged, and he just continued the spell in his hand, not caring what nonsense the mortal guy was talking about. Yes, from the very beginning, the moment the Ace of Spades jumped out, he knew that whether or not he could complete this grand and magnificent plan, his life would be lost in this field. But he was not afraid, his ugly and greedy soul would turn into a small butterfly, beside the wings of the gods!

Furlong looked condescendingly at the ugly face that seemed a little fanatical without knowing what to think, and he sighed, and with a flat face he put the key in his hand on the table, and picked up the reduction revolver at the corner of the table, the muzzle of the gun pointed down, and swayed in the air with some amplitude with his steps.

"I grew up in the lower town of Orin when I was younger." Fran stood in front of the Ace of Spades, his face tinged with some memory, "I used to live in the innermost little house in Mouse Ass Alley, next door to a small gambling house. When I was a kid, I used to see poor creatures rushing into the casino with the silver they had just earned, then losing all their savings, running out in anger or being thrown out. ”

He looked at the Ace of Spades with a puzzled look and asked a question, "You say, how will those guys vent their anger when they lose all their savings?" ”

The ace of spades shook his head, as if he was puzzled why Fran suddenly talked about this, "Mr. Fran, I think ......"

"Smack!"

A crisp sound.

The Ace of Spades covered his face on the right side and looked incredulously at Furron's right, which had just been raised.

Fran evoked a somewhat stiff smile, "Angry?" You see, you gamblers are all just as disgusting. But why are you angry? Aren't you a gambler? Do you have such a noble thing as dignity? ”

The Ace of Spades was gloomy, and his dexterous hands repeatedly clenched his fists, but he rarely endured his anger, and said in a voice that was particularly hoarse because of the anger under the pressure, "Are you angry?" Can we start gambling now? ”

"Of course......" Fran began, but his flat eyes gave the Ace of Spades a feeling of disgust, a scornful rage.

The Ace of Spades grinned, spread his hands, and made a hugging gesture, "It's a very simple bet, Mr. Furlong doesn't have to panic that he doesn't know the rules, I'll bet with you on whether it's day or night at this time!" If it's night, then I lose, if it's day, you lose, how about it? ”

As soon as the words came out, everyone was surprised, but a few people on the high platform and off the stage showed thoughtful expressions.

"What's the situation? Are those gods already able to influence time? Mosin touched his hair, quite puzzled, and looked at Moxiso with blank eyes, waiting for the other party to explain.

Morgan had some clues, but he wasn't sure.

Moxiso's eyes were fixed on that place, and his voice was cold, "A gambling game is made up of bets and bets. The head of those rats is nothing but a demigod, and it is impossible to affect time, so Black Tower A is bound to lose. So the problem is in the stakes. ”

Mo Lin pinched the corners of her skirt, her finger joints were already a little white, and she looked helplessly at the guests on the high platform, although she couldn't recognize them all, she could vaguely detect the noble status of those existence.

However, none of the beings were willing to come out to help Fran, and a few of them were smiling and communicating with the surrounding beings, and even Dan Yan looked relaxed at this time.

She turned around and glanced anxiously at Lavender, who was sitting in the corner, and Lavender smiled and shook her head, signaling that she didn't need to worry, but how could she not worry?

"It's fine." Po Sen on the side comforted his sister, although the worry in his heart was not less than that of Mo Lin, but the development of the situation at this time was no longer something that the two brothers and sisters could interfere in.

However, although Mo Lin was very worried, she did not get up or speak, for fear of disturbing Fran.

But Fran, who was at the center of the incident, was indifferent, perhaps because of the erosion of divinity, his face was as calm as ever, and there was no trace of panic at all, just silently looking at the Ace of spades, quietly waiting for him to finish speaking.

"My bet is on something extremely precious. Now as soon as you say your bet, Mr. Fran, our game begins. The Ace of Spades smiled maliciously, and in his opinion, he had already lost the bet. But he doesn't care, this lost gamble will definitely become a wonderful loss that will affect history!

And his name will surely be glorified by many gamblers! He will be favored by God, and his soul will ascend into God's heavenly kingdom and enjoy himself under God's protection.

But things did not seem to be as he had expected, and the little imp named Fran shook his head, and did not offer his bet, but looked back inexplicably and glanced at the feaster.

The Feaster smiled softly and nodded at him, while Dan Yan smiled behind the Feaster's back, and then stared at the Ace of Spades with the eyes of a circus clown.

The Ace of Spades only felt a chill emerge from behind him, as if something had been overlooked by him. Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and his eyes involuntarily moved to the extremely elegant revolver that Fran was carrying in his left hand.

Excluding a number of known factors that could not directly affect the game, the only uncertain elements were the revolver and the young man sitting next to the pawn on the high platform and chatting with him.

And the final madness of the Secret Ritual Gambler is inevitably uninterrupted by outsiders, if the incarnations of those gods dare to induce forces to interfere, then the power of their own bubble defense will fall from the sky and suppress this place.

Therefore, no matter what the young man's surname is, he will not be able to interrupt the ace of spades at this time and lose the gamble. Therefore, the only key to interfering in the situation is Fran, and the only thing left on him is the ace of spades, which he originally thought was just a revolver for courage!

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that after Fran picked up the revolver, the originally unkind face of the feaster seems to have returned to normal, and the Dan behind him has even stopped the cross-border communication secret that has reached the end.

But the ace of spades doesn't understand, how can this be?

That revolver was nothing more than an elegantly decorated and elegant-looking ordinary firearm from any point of view, and even if it was some kind of high-level spell, it would certainly not be able to exert its full power in the hands of the imp who had not yet gone to the transcendent path.

And as a fanatic, he can completely ignore that kind of non-threatening attack, that kind of weak attack is like scratching an itch in his boots, and even his self-defense spell can't penetrate it!

Fran didn't lift the slash that made the ace of spades quite jealous and confused, but just walked around the guy and walked over to the worried Molin, revealing a stiff smile.

"It's okay, there's no need to worry, you see you're about to cry."

After hesitating for a while, as usual, he reached out and touched Mo Lin's head, feeling the familiar touch of the hair in his palm, and the angry eyes that kept coming from Po Sen beside him.

Just as he was about to say something, the voice of the Ace of Spades came from behind, and to Fran at this time, this voice was extremely disgusting, even more annoying than Fang Cai!

"Mr. Fran! Please understand that I don't have a lot of patience! If you're ready to continue flirting, I don't mind letting my companions do something bad in the future. ”

Fran's face turned cold, and he didn't reply, but said to Mo Lin, "Cover your eyes and wait for me to let you open them." ”

Mo Lin nodded his little head, not caring about the threat of the stinky guy at all, he closed his eyes with a slightly red face, and his curved eyelashes trembled slightly with her movements, as if they were counted under the bright light.

Fran turned around, looked at the Ace of Spades, who was already particularly angry because of some unknown factor, handed the revolver in his hand into his right hand, and did not raise it, but asked curiously, "How dare you?" ”

"Huh?" The eyes of the ace of spades did not leave the revolver for a moment, and when he heard Fran's words, he only looked a little puzzled.