"It's all over......

Ying'er, I'm here to accompany you~~......"

...... Although I don't want to use this adjective, but when it comes to three-foot white silk, each has its own crazy children~. It's not just women who cry, make trouble, and hang themselves......

He put his head into the circle tied by the white silk, closed his eyes, and kicked down the round stool at his feet......

Strangely, at first, the feeling of suffocation was not very serious, but the lack of blood flow made it very uncomfortable. I only felt the blood in my body rushing up to my head, and it didn't take long... I feel that breathing is starting to be a little difficult, but I can still breathe, but the headache is very intense, as if it is about to crack, I only feel that Venus is rising in front of me, and then the vision gradually begins to blur, but I am still awake in consciousness, but I can barely hear the sound at all, the tinnitus is very loud, it is difficult to breathe, and I feel like my head is about to explode!(PS: Please never imitate, I can write this paragraph and thank God!)

"What are you doing~!!"

A loud roar seemed to come from outside the sky, and then he suddenly felt his body loosen, and he fell heavily on the leg of the stool on the ground, feeling that there should be a palm-sized black blue on his thigh. But at this point, I could think that I had done everything I could, and I just fainted......

About an hour later, Yang Guo woke up.

My head is slightly dizzy, my thighs hurt to death, and everything else is fine... I thought I would suffocate to death first, but I didn't expect it to be severely congested......

Frowning, he reached out and lifted the [Medical] to treat his leg, but was covered by a thick and powerful giant palm-

"I'm not even afraid of death, you're still afraid of pain~!?"

In a daze, he followed the prestige and found that he was staring at his grandfather. I couldn't help but smile at him......

"Laugh at your sister~!

You unfilial son!" Song Xia angrily threw Yang Guo's hand down.

"Am I not 'laughing'~?" Yang Guo replied with a smile, and somehow he suddenly had the urge to joke like this......

"You're a filthy fart!

If you don't give me seventeen or eighteen great-grandchildren, you want to die?!Be careful that I give you a 'heavenly burial'~!" Song Xia continued to be furious.

"Sky burial??"

"A Tibetan custom of feeding eagles with the corpses of the dead......

I'm not talking about that!

What the hell do you want to do?! One corpse and two lives~ Do you know!"

"One corpse, two lives??"

"Ugh...... No, nothing~...... I'm not angry with you yet~. You unfilial son!!" Saying that, Song Xia pinched Yang Guo's face and began to pull. In the past, he was reluctant to do this, but at this time, because Yang Guo almost finished playing, he seemed to want to be rare.

"Let's get it~!

Clam Te~~" Yang Guo was teary-eyed.

"You still know that it hurts~~!, see if you dare to commit suicide in the future......" Song Xia was just angry for a while, so he let go after a few complaints.

"Hey......" sighed, and Yang Guo got up from the bed.

"No, grandpa~...... You can rest assured......

I won't be doing anything like this in the future......

But ......" came to the window and pushed it open, and it was the middle of the month. The bright moon in the sky brings a bright light to the courtyard of the inn......

"But??"

"Well, I've figured it out~.

If I die, then everything about me and Ying'er will really be a thing of the past~. It's not time for me to go to the stars~!, but ......."

"But??"

"I'm sorry grandpa, but I'm already powerless to pass on the lineage or something.

Feel~~

Can't be in love anymore ......."

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"Self-drawing!

Three dark carvings, single fishing generals, flower cards, and dark listening. Eighty-six~!

Give money to money~!!

Kill hahahaha~~~!" Although I don't want to say it, this is Yang Guo......

"Really, I was looking for death and life yesterday, and now I am so energetic......

Lao Zhe, summon the account office to give us another thousand~, no! 10,000 big sons (copper coins), it doesn't seem to be enough to lose~......

Really, what else can you say can't be in love~ It's all a lie~~ Frustrated in love, proud in the casino??It's rare to sit in the village, come to such a big ~!You want my life~" Song Xia counted the few copper coins left after giving Yang in his hand, and asked the housekeeper to change the money, while whispering to ~.

"Kill haha~!!!By the way, exchange my silver for the eldest son, I don't like miscellaneous things in the money I win~!

What to see. Don't hurry up the horse card!!" Yang Guo, who was playing with a copper coin in one hand, said very unceremoniously, at this time, he had already entered the rhythm of the landlord and had broken through the boundaries of human beings~......

"You're crazy~There is a time when you suffer~!" Watching the housekeeper Lao Zhe leave, Song Xia gave Yang Guo a middle finger, and at the same time asked the housekeeper who was temporarily leaving to make the card horse good......

"Don't say that~, it's rare to play cards, wouldn't it be nice to be happy?" Ke Zhen, who was playing horses, shook his head and smiled.

"That's it! The rare good mood has been ruined by grandpa, and the cards are really bad~ Don't play if you can't afford to lose. Yang Guo looked at him with contempt and said unscrupulous words. This is the rhythm of going against the sky~~~

However, although he spoke for Yang Guo, Ke Zhenwei actually lost very badly, but the so-called people are in good spirits at happy events. In the past, he used to play cards by touching, but now he can use 'look', and he is not grateful to God and earth?

...... I can only say that I don't know the preciousness until I lose it~.

"By the way, Old Song. I don't have many eldest sons, how about sharing me with a hanging?(A hanging money is a thousand copper coins, worn in a string)" Song Xia was just about to play, but Ke Zhenxi, who came to Song Xia's side, whispered. and then in exchange for a burst of contempt from Song Xia......

After a while, Lao Zhe returned. The game naturally continued, but today it was a coincidence, after Song Xia treated Ke Zhenxi's eyes. Ke Zhenxi, who had regained his sight, was naturally happy, and what he immediately thought of as a gambler was: Lao Tzu can see the cards again......

So, Song Xia, who was also itchy by his question, immediately summoned the people of the inn (who had changed to the most haode inn in Jiaxing) to prepare, but how could the two of them play cards? Even if there was a housekeeper Lao Zhe to make up the numbers, Guo Jing had no idea about gambling money or anything, and he couldn't even count a few times. And although Huang Rong can count, the female Zhuge is not involved in gambling. It is even more impossible to let Guo Jing come and play~, not to mention that at this time, the couple was studying the "Taixuan Divine Skill" given by Song Xia, and they were already addicted to the ocean of divine martial arts, and they forgot to eat and drink. That's something else. I originally wanted to pull Zhang Zhizhen to get together. However, I heard that Yang Guo would also, so Song Xia naturally thought that he was not in a good mood at this time, and when he asked him, he really would. So naturally I pulled him over to play cards, hoping that this grandson, who was not old and decrepit, could be happy with the charm of the quintessence of the country. As a result, this happiness is very happy...... Before, it could be said that he was coaxing him to be happy and letting him, but he couldn't stand the luck of others. If there are not thousands, a few adults can't even win at all~!

Of course, you adults don't want to be out of the ordinary~~!

But......

Seeing that it was another bad hand, Song Xia couldn't help but sigh. At the same time, he looked at Ke Zhenxi, who was sitting in the village at this time-

It can be seen from the expression on his face that he has eaten stool. His hand is just as bad...... Looking at the old philosopher who made up his hands, this guy made up his hands anyway, and what he lost was not his money, so he naturally looked like he was fine. It seems that he has been a little Hu a few times, and one of them he hugged Yang Guo, who was sitting in the village continuously...... It's probably a matter of mentality~~.

The most pitiful thing is Song Xia, not that he is short of these money. The main thing is a matter of mentality, no matter how big or small the cards are, there is no weight in the heart of wanting to win, right~? And Yang Guo is too crazy at this time, and always wants to give him a lesson~.

Speaking of which, this mahjong is really worthy of the quintessence of the country...... Even those who seek death and life, Zuihou return to calm and indifference, can rekindle hope......

Although this rekindled 'hope' is very weird.

For example, at this time, Yang Guo looked like a collapsed local tyrant, and there was no door guard, no big or small. Although there is no father and son in the casino, such a radical change is really speechless. ...... Anyway, it's better than being half-dead just now...... Thinking of this, Song Xia raised his eyes and smiled. Seeing that Ke Zhenwei finally played a three-of-a-kind, he immediately called Peng. Hit a whiteboard at the same time...... This play should be, and it looks annoying in vain~. What's more, there is nothing in the whiteness of himself...... It's a blank slate, and if you don't hit it, you won't hit anyone.

It was Ke Zhen's turn to draw cards again, he grabbed one, shook his head, and played directly. It's a three-of-a-kind ...... What the hell is this guy trying to do?

It was Yang Guo's turn to take pictures, and I saw him jump on the chair and grab one enough. If it was in the past, if he was like this, Song Xia would definitely mention him. But at this time, Lao Song was very angry, so he turned a blind eye to him capturing like this......

But—

"Kong~. 」

It's actually a dark bar......

"In the bar~!" ???

Still coming?

"On the bar~!"

Damn, how many times are the three dark bars?

"I'm on the bar~!"

Oh my God, these four dark bars~!It's already eighty-eight times, what is he hanging alone~!

"Seven cylinders. Yang Guo finally didn't directly touch himself to stimulate everyone, but grabbed a seven-cylinder, and then hit it directly......

"Good home......

Eat.

Eight cylinders......" Ke Zhen screamed evilly.

"You, he's all in the dark, do you dare to touch it?!Why don't you die~~" Seeing Yang Guo scratching cards, Song Xia complained angrily~.

"It's okay, it's okay. I didn't touch it, two cakes~. Yang Guo looked at the cards he touched in his hand, frowned and continued to grab what to play...... And the dealer Ke Zhenxi, who reacted, was really relieved.

"Thirty thousand. Compared with the two of them walking on thin ice, the housekeeper Lao Zhe has always been smiling.

Finally, it was Song Xia's turn to touch the cards~!!! I saw him rubbing his hands, looking like a gambling god with his eyes closed and touching ......

I'm touching ......

I didn't touch anything~~!

"Whiteboard ......?!" Song Xia called out directly~.

Ah, I'm afraid of playing mahjong, what to play. Looking at a jumping card, Song Xia could only throw it weakly...... Anyway, it's a single hanging, and he's bigger than one, so he won't hang the whiteboard alone......

"Grandpa, the dead card has landed~......"

"What, you really hang the tabula rasa alone!!Will you play or not, I'm already a big tabula rasa!Are you deliberately angry with me?!......" Song Xia was furious, not caring about the eighty-eight times, but Yang Guo's attitude. Suddenly—

"Old Song and so on~!

What are you doing in the dark? It won't be ......" Old Ke Zhenxi, the old oilman, suddenly thought of something and asked urgently.

"Medium~!

Grandpa lit the gun.

Or a single hanger.

Big four joys, one color, flower cards and four dark bars!Two hundred and forty-three times~ I don't know if I miscalculated......" Yang Guo turned over his hidden bars and calculated by himself......

"Two, two hundred and forty-three!?" Song Xia suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe~......

"Nope. It should also add four dark engravings. Three hundred and seven times to ...... It should be ......" Ke Zhenwei is no longer a simple gambler at this time, in the face of the situation that is basically unprecedented in reality, and the east, west, north and south are all running to one family, he is just telling a fact from the perspective of a spectator who watches miracles......

But—

Burst~~

"Let's die~~!"

After Ke Zhen's evil mending knife, Song Xia spurted out a mouthful of old blood. This kind of thing, our old man Song is kneeling in the haode brand~~

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