I......

I just said the eighth jar -

Actually won the bet?

I looked incredulously at the ten jars on the round table, and watched them flicker again between the messenger's hands.

Rustle –

The dice were put into a jar, and the messenger's hand was extremely fast.

With a bang, ten identical jars were placed on the table. A flash of pain flashed in my staring eyes, and I saw something a little ghostly.

"Girl, you can guess. ”

The maid looked at me and said. If you win this time, you will really enter the final round.

But I didn't even know which jar the dice were put into. Is it the fifth? or the sixth? I rubbed the cold sweat from my palms uncertainly.

A row of fingers fell next to the ten jars, and I subconsciously looked over.

Under the white robe, only ten slender fingers were exposed, and the joints were distinct, and they tapped the table with intention or unintentionally.

One, two, three, four......

"Girl, in the ninth round, which jar will you bet on the dice?"

The tapping stopped abruptly.

At the moment, there is only one thought in my mind:

The messenger had just knocked on the table six times.

In the last round, his fingers also landed on the round table. If I'm not mistaken, he knocked a total of ......

"Girl, your hour has come. ”

The envoy said sharply this time, as if she no longer gave me a chance to think.

"The dice are here," I said with determination, "in the sixth jar." ”

Take a gamble.

In an instant, the sixth jar was opened, and the dice lay quietly in it.

"Girl, you've won another bet. ”

I was stunned, and the cold sweat in my palms only increased.

In the ninth round, I had no clue, and accidentally counted that he knocked on the table eight times, so I said casually, and the result was actually right!

This time I watched his fingers tap lightly on the table six times, and the dice appeared in the sixth jar......

Could it be a coincidence?

Or—

The hint he gave me?

I lifted my eyelids and looked up, and beneath the white hat was a mysterious white cloth, and the messenger stood there as unshaken as a stone statue.

Since he is from Daluo Temple, why did he remind me for no reason?

I shook my head secretly and denied it in my heart, and looked away to see the envoy and said to me kindly: "Girl, you have reached the tenth round of gambling. Once this round begins, there is no turning back. If you win, you will take all the offerings of the December God of Gamblers, and if you lose, the December God of Gamblers will take one of your things. Have you figured it out?"

The room suddenly became unusually silent, and it seemed as if everyone was waiting for my answer.

I said, "Can you show me the offerings?"

The envoy shook her head, "Daluo Temple doesn't have this rule. But don't worry, girl, if you win the bet, all those offerings will be the girl's, and there will be no shortage of them. ”

"Alright," I slowly clenched my palms and swallowed my saliva, "I bet." ”

"There is no turning back from the bow. The maiden's pupils shone brightly, and the last jar dropped on the table, and she said, "Your Excellency, the last round can begin." ”

Hearing this, the messenger's hands suddenly leaped up, and eleven jars spun rapidly in front of him, and became faster and faster.

A gust of wind slid through the robes of several people in the room. The robes stopped in the distance, and the jars fell to the table with a "bang".

A neat row, eleven identical jars.

"Girl, in the last round, which jar will you bet the dice will fall into?"

I hung my head, and my eyes never left the round table. In addition to looking at the eleven jars again, I'm still looking...... The rows of knobby fingers.

Will this messenger who does not like to open his mouth be ...... again?

The palms of your hands are damp. I'm pretty sure I've been guessing blindly since round eight, but this time the row of fingers didn't move. Could it be ......

Ah, no!

Fingers started moving again.

It was about the most critical round of the gambling game, and everyone in the room even breathed softly. The tapping sound of the round table was so clear to my ears that I don't think anyone would notice it except me.

That row of ten fingers rises and falls.

One, two, three......

I counted in my heart.

After five strokes, the little finger suddenly stopped. The messenger suddenly retracted his hand and hung between his white robes, as if nothing had happened.

Five ......

The dice are in the fifth jar.

An answer came to my mind.

"Girl, what jar are you betting on the dice?" asked the lady again.

"Dice are in ......"

The messenger's true face was hidden behind a white cloth, and I suddenly wondered what kind of expression he had on his face every time he gambled with others. Is it pity, is it disdain, is it arrogant, or is it calm as water?

What did he mean by tapping his fingers five times this time?

Should I trust him?

Troubled thoughts churned in my mind, and the colorful sword in my hand seemed to sense my restlessness, and trembled lightly in the scabbard.

"The old man is very sorry, the girl still needs to answer quickly," the voice of the messenger approached again, "where did the dice fall in the last round?"

"Fell ......"

"Xiao Ye'er will answer after thinking clearly!"

Just as I was about to blurt out, Shen Su-maung's voice suddenly sounded. There was a warm feeling on my shoulders, and I pursed my lips and turned around, seeing that he said to me very seriously, "You have to think about it, this is the last round." ”

"Desire always blinds people to believe things they shouldn't. Shen Sumao stared at my eyes and said word by word.

"Shen Suchang, what do you mean by this?" I didn't quite understand, frowning and suddenly feeling an itch on my shoulder, "What are you doing?"

His fingers were rubbing over my clothes. I glared at him, but seeing that he was still serious, my gaze motioned for me to look down.

I lowered my eyelids slightly, and saw that his hand, which was half-hidden in his sleeve, was now holding up three fingers. I froze, looked up again, and saw him nod solemnly at me, then let go of my shoulder.

What do you mean?

Shen Sumaung wants to remind me that the dice are in the third jar?

The words he had just said echoed in my ears—

Lust will always blind people to believe things they shouldn't believe.

Did he want to warn me not to trust the messenger......

But if he Shen Suxiang's words must be credible?

The Fifth Jar...... The third jar......

In the final round, in which jar are the dice?

"Girl, girl—"

The envoy took a few steps closer, her eyes blazing, and gave me an ultimatum.

As soon as I close my eyes, it's ......

"The fifth jar!"

Someone next to him suddenly took a breath.

When I opened my eyes, I saw an inexplicable smile on the maid's face, and in an instant I turned to open the fifth jar.

Hiss –

There was another heavy inhalation.

The game is decided.

The woman turned to me slowly, and her tone was as cold as water as at the beginning, and she didn't make waves.

"Girl, I'm sorry you lost. ”

The bottom of the fifth jar was empty.

The white-robed messenger stood quietly in front of the round table, not moving.

A soft sigh was heard from the side.

"Since the girl lost, then the God of Gambling will ...... in December"

"Wait!" I snorted, my head snapping back, "I ask to open the third jar!"

The maid did not speak, and looked at me with a very strange look, but nevertheless reached out and opened the jar as I had intended.

Beneath the third jar, a dice were revealed.

My brows were twisted like numbness, and I couldn't understand what I thought about these things in front of me, and only the soft sigh left in my ears, and the man said:

"Little Night, Little Night, Little Night......"

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