The three bandits from Tailian Cottage are gathering in the hall at the moment, and the three of them are sitting around a small round table, on which there are dice, silver tickets, food, wine syrup, weapons and a ****.

Yes, the three of them are gambling at the moment.

Maybe these three bandits are tired of pai gow.

At the moment, they are gambling on the big and small.

A dark-skinned bandit with **** in his hand, shaking it constantly, his ears standing up, and listening carefully to the sound.

Not long after, the swarthy bandit reached out and pulled the **** away, revealing three dice, which were spinning on the wooden table.

The eyes of the three bandits were fixed on the three dice, and each wanted them to have a different number of pips upwards.

After a dozen breaths, the three dice finally stopped, six, four, fourteen, and the number of points was relatively large.

The other two saw this point, and their hearts were not very good, but they both hid their moods, and their faces were the same.

The other shortest-looking bandit picked up the ****, shook his face several times with tears in his face, and finally left his hand.

Three dice spin on the table.

Two of them stopped at almost the same time, one was six and one was five, and it seemed that the winning margin was still very large.

The last dice spun slower and slower, and it looked as if it was about to stop at five o'clock, but it unexpectedly turned around and stopped at two o'clock.

Sixty-five twenty-three o'clock is still less than fourteen o'clock after all.

The shortest bandit looked dejected, scolded his father and mother several times in disappointment, and then looked at the bandit with the most potential to be a little white face in face and figure.

The little white-faced bandit smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand to hold the ****, shook it lightly a few times, and then picked up the ****, looked at the three spinning dice with a confident look, and placed his hands neatly on the table.

The speed of the three dice slowed down gradually.

The first stop of the dice has three points, the number of points is small, and the foundation is not good, which means that only the luck is good enough to burst the table, and there is a double six, and the little white-faced bandit can win.

The second die also slowly stopped, and the six went up, which meant that there was still a chance, a 1 in 6 chance to win.

The third die spun slower and slower, and then it seemed to be pointing a little towards the sky and resting on the table.

As everyone knows, in the end, it turned mischievously again, turned into six, and landed on the ground.

The little white-faced bandit immediately showed a smug smile on his face, stretched out his hands, and circled the thirty taels of silver in the center of the table in front of him, and said with a smile: "Today's luck is really good, I thought I would lose this game, but I didn't think about it, and finally there was a big comeback." ”

The little white face then sighed again: "It's really a person who can pick up money when he walks and walks, and he stuffs his teeth when he is unlucky! Hahaha, while the momentum is strong now, let's have another game." ”

The short-looking bandit spat disdainfully on the ground, then picked up a bottle of wine on the table and swallowed it hard, a faint flush immediately rising on his face.

The swarthy bandit took a few deep breaths, and then there was a crackling sound of incontinence under his buttocks, and a strong stench spread out in all directions, burrowing into the noses of the other two bandits, causing the little white face and the short man to frown, and stretched out their hands to pinch their noses tightly.

And what is even more atmospheric is that the swarthy bandits at this moment not only did not feel embarrassed, but also looked at them with a smile, as if a very obscene Ma Gang looked at the beautiful woman who fell into his hands.

The shortest bandit lost a lot of money, and his heart was already uncomfortable, and then he was stimulated by the poisonous gas of the swarthy bandit, and he couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded: "I said black dog, your brain is in water? Don't say a word in advance when you fart, what do you mean by that? Black dog, what do you mean by smiling at us like this? Did your wife go with us?"

The swarthy bandit had a point, but he still put away his smile: "Boss, you misunderstood what I meant." The reason why I didn't tell you this beforehand was for a great purpose. I saw that the little white face was so lucky, so I deliberately secretly let out a few loud farts in a row, shaking away the good luck of the little white face and stinking away the good luck of the little white face. ”

The word "tall guy" was uttered by others who saw the shortest bandit as he was short in stature, in order to tease and ridicule him.

Unexpectedly, this short bandit has a thick face - it should be said that he has a very Ah Q spirit, and when he heard others call him "Gao Lao", he really imagined himself as a "Gao Lao", and a violent and mellow sense of superiority involuntarily rose in his heart. The most advantageous thing is that the dwarf bandit was able to turn on the shielding mode and ignore the vitriol words of others.

This little bandit really brings out the "essence" of idealism to the fullest!

It was precisely because of the dwarf bandit's unwillingness and unstoppability that the name "tall guy" spread very quickly, and then almost everyone who knew the dwarf bandit called him "tall guy".

The short bandit clapped his hands vigorously: "I see. Why didn't I think of it? This trick is wonderful! It couldn't be more wonderful! It's all come up with dogs, black dog, you really deserve praise. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the "tall guy" frowned, and the whole person's face seemed to be holding something, and then the "poof" sound under the short bandit's ass echoed, almost breaking the stool he was sitting on.

Clusters of unique gases spread out.

The heads of the "tall guy" and the swarthy bandit turned slightly, their eyes looked at each other, and then the corners of their mouths curled slightly, and they exchanged meaningful smiles to each other, and then their heads turned and looked at the little white face with a smile.

Seeing them like this, Xiao Baiyan pinched his nose even tighter, and his heart was funny, hateful and disgusting, these two guys not only have bad martial arts and eyes, but more importantly, their IQ is too low.

They believe that they can win three hundred taels with their good luck, and the most speechless thing is that these two people actually believe that they can use "poison gas" to stir up their good luck, and they can so shamelessly hold out stinky farts to pollute the environment.

What kind of concept is this?

What kind of logic is this?

Even if it is to pray to God and worship Buddha, it is better than this.

If they don't have water in their brains, they must have had their heads crushed by the door, and they were in a mess.

(To be continued.) )