Shenlong Island! In a large hall!
Tong An'an looked at the Northern Gambling God with an ugly face!
"Didn't I tell you? It will start tomorrow! It's not dark yet, why are you here again?" Tong An'an frowned.
"Altar Master, hold on, I can't hold on!" The Northern God of Gambling looked crying.
"What can't you hold on?" Tong An'an stared.
"I'm going to lose everything!" The Northern Gambling God bowed his head and confessed.
Tong An'an: "......"
"We can't blame us, so many demon disciples are staring at us, we can't use spells to cheat us! After practice, everyone has spells, and they can only win money by making gambling tools that have been manipulated, but now the gambling tools are not mine, I can only bet on luck!" Yes, you can ......" The northern gambling god cried and mourned.
"The note I gave you is, the true essence blood in the blood bank......" Tong An'an said with an ugly face.
"There are no limits! Spend as much as you want!" The Northern God of Gambling lowered his head.
"In other words, all the primeval blood in the blood bank has been lost? All? You mean all?" Tong An'an covered his heart, a little unbearable.
"Yes, we originally just wanted to feed Wang Ke some small cards and let him win a little, but for some reason, Wang Ke is weird today is all big cards, all of them, right Hu, big four happy, thirteen Yao! The numbers are rushing, we can't stop!" The Northern Gambling God cried and mourned.
Tong An'an looked at the Northern God of Gambling with fire in his eyes.
"Of course, Altar Master, Wang Ke is inflated now, it's crazy! He has won a lot, a lot and is very excited now! Altar Master, do you want to start now?" The Northern Gambling God said eagerly.
"Is Wang Ke inflated?" Tong An'an raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, but I don't know how long it will last? Wang Ke has been winning now, and once he loses, he may calm down again!" The Northern Gambling God said eagerly.
Tong An'an paced back and forth in the hall.
"The Holy Son is still resting now, he will wake up tomorrow, wake him up in advance, the traces are too heavy! That's it, we've all made it this far, and finally came to a stunned King Qing who has no background and has great merits, I don't know when I'll have to wait next time, let's start, go quickly, take the Holy Son to prison!" Tong An'an said in a deep voice.
"Altar Master, why don't you go?" The Northern Gambling God was worried.
"Me? I have nothing to do with this matter, you heard clearly, I don't know anything, if someone leaks ......" Tong An'an's face was full of coldness.
"I know, I know, I guarantee that no one will suspect the altar master, so I'll go now!" The Northern Gambling God said.
Shenlong Island Prison!
"Who else? Serve it quickly, who else!" Wang Ke shouted.
Behind Wang Ke was a box of three hundred true essence blood, these were hard currency in the Demon Sect, more popular than spirit stones, Wang Ke had won so many in such a short period of time?
The evil spirits around him had already turned red and wanted to snatch them over.
However, Nan Gambling Saint and others scolded him, who dared to reach out? This Brother Wang is the altar master who came to apologize in person, the altar master has spoken, whoever dares to embarrass Brother Wang, the altar master will not spare you. With the support of the altar master, everyone naturally did not dare to grab it openly.
Then win at the gambling table.
But, who dares to go up? Wang Ke's gambling table is the largest, at this moment, even the Northern Gambling God and the Southern Gambling Saint are constantly losing, and Wang Ke is in good luck at this time. Is your luck better than his? Didn't you see a few evil spirits on the table, did you lose everything?
Win, win, win!
Wang Ke has been winning money, Wang Ke has already seen that someone is calculating him, but Wang Ke doesn't understand what he is calculating himself, in order to win money? It's definitely not that simple.
In order to know what is going on earlier, you want me to win, then win, I will make you lose and vomit blood, I will see when you will expose your calculations.
Wang Ke won more and more, seemingly becoming more and more arrogant, but his heart became more and more vigilant. What are these demons going to do?
"Haha, what are you playing? Why didn't anyone ask me to join you!" A voice suddenly came.
Everyone looked at it, and they all looked solemn: "Holy Son!"
Everyone's attitude was extremely complicated, as if they were respecting it, but as if they didn't take it seriously.
"Holy Son?" Wang Ke showed a look of surprise.
The Holy Son in front of him looked like a boy who was only seven or eight years old, looking at the mahjong table with a curious expression.
"Holy Son, this is called mahjong, and it is used for gambling!" The North Gambling God knows.
"Gambling money? Haha, and gambling equipment that I haven't played with? Come on, come on, tell me how to play!" The Holy Son suddenly said excitedly.
A group of evil spirits immediately informed the Holy Son about how to play mahjong.
When the Holy Son saw it, he was extremely happy, and immediately pushed an evil spirit off the table: "Come, get out of the way, let me play for a while!"
The Holy Son wants to play mahjong? The God of Gambling in the North and the Saint of Gambling in the South sat on the upper and lower seats of the Son.
"Brother Wang, let's start!" The Northern Gambling God smiled.
"Yes, yes, start, start, I'll have fun!" The Holy Son immediately smiled.
How shrewd Wang Ke is! In an instant, he guessed that this calculation of himself might be related to this holy son.
"Alas, I've been playing for a long time, I'm a little tired, you guys can play! I'll take a break!" Wang Ke said he wanted to get off the table.
Northern Gambling God: "......"
Southern Gambling Saint: "......"
What's more, we've been playing with you for so long, and we've lost so much money to you, isn't it just so that you can gamble with the Holy Son?" At this critical moment, you don't play anymore?
"If you don't play, get out of here! Others, who is on it? Hurry up!" The Holy Son cooperated.
The North Gambling God and the South Gambling Saint suddenly turned dark, the script is not like this!
"Don't, don't, Holy Son, don't worry, don't worry!" Nan Gambling Saint persuaded.
"Brother Wang, how can you get off the table? You are in good luck now, shouldn't you pursue the victory?" The Northern Gambling God said anxiously.
"No, you play, you play!" Wang Ke shook his head very simply.
The Northern Gambling God looked ugly for a while, but he issued a military order from the altar master, if you don't play now, then don't I want to sit on the wax?
"No, no, Brother Wang, you won so much money from us, do you want to leave?" The Northern Gambling God dragged Wang Ke.
"What? If you win money, you are not allowed to leave?" Wang Ke frowned.
"No, no, the Holy Son finally came back, you should accompany him anyway!" The Northern Gambling God persuaded earnestly.
The Holy Son on the side was already impatient.
"No, he's tired, just let him rest! Anyway, everyone can play mahjong, who of you can change him, don't delay time!" The Holy Son also spoke on the side.
The God of Gambling in the North and the Saint of Gambling in the South are bitter in their hearts. Do you want to cooperate so well? Do you really let us and the altar master's money go to waste?
"Holy Son, you don't know, this mahjong was invented by this Brother Wang! Playing cards with him is interesting!" Nan Gambling Saint persuaded.
"Oh?" The Holy Son frowned indifferently.
"Brother Wang, just give our brothers a little face, come on, come on, just play a card!" The Northern Gambling God pulled Wang Ke.
Wang Ke already saw a pit in front of him, how could he jump down?
"Don't play, don't play, I've won enough!" Wang Ke shirked.
The North Gambling God and the South Gambling Saint froze, is this a mess today? What should I do?
"Wang Ke, are you not giving face to the Holy Son? It's rare for the Holy Son to play cards with you, but you still refuse, which obviously looks down on the Holy Son!" An abrupt voice came from the crowd.
Everyone looked at it, but saw that it was Zhu Yan's mouth.
In the past few days, Wang Ke has forgotten the existence of Zhu Yan, at this time, what kind of game does Zhu Ji come out to do?
It wasn't that Zhu Yan deliberately stirred up the situation, but Zhu Yan also saw something unusual. Zhu Ji also saw that the Northern Gambling God seemed to be digging a hole for Wang Ke, otherwise, why would they keep losing money to Wang Ke with their neurotics? Losing so much, still smiling? If it were me, I would have scolded it long ago.
Now that another Holy Son has been brought, it is obvious that Wang Ke will be unlucky immediately.
At this time, Wang is not playing? Isn't this a trick?
The Northern Gambling God and the Southern Gambling Saint couldn't say sarcastic things to Wang Ke because of their personalities, but Zhu Yan could. If you can't do it, then you will be excited.
Exciting?
Will Wang be afraid of the generals? This level of excitement is a fart. If I take it seriously, I will lose.
Wang Ke was about to roll his eyes and take it seriously, when the Holy Son on the side was tricked.
"Your name is Wang Ke? He said, you look down on me, don't you?" The Holy Son suddenly said with an ugly face.
Not far away, the God of Gambling in the North and the Saint of Gambling in the South were stunned, this Zhu Yan is okay, one sentence will provoke a conflict? Okay, arouse well!
"Where did the Son say? How could I look down on the Holy Son, I was really tired from playing cards just now! I want to take a break!" Wang Ke immediately said politely.
Before the Holy Son could speak, not far away, Zhu Yan spoke again: "You clearly look down on the Holy Son, but you just let you lose a card to the Holy Son, and you shirk left and right, do you think the Holy Son can't afford to lose money?"
Zhu Yan didn't know what the Northern Gambling God and the others were going to do, but as long as he cooperated with them, he would make Wang Ke unlucky, so why not do it?
But in Wang Ke's eyes, this Zhu Ji is harming others and not being good for himself. It's none of your business! You interject!
"Zhu Yan, you want to play, why don't you go up?" Wang Ke said depressedly.
"I have no money. You are rich!" Zhu Ji immediately shouted.
"I can lend it to you!" Wang Ke persuaded.
Zhu Yan: "......"
What, why did you get around me?
"Brother Wang, just come on a card, the Holy Son is still watching, the Holy Son has money, it doesn't matter if you bet bigger! The Holy Son can afford to lose!" On the side, the Northern Gambling God immediately stopped in front of Zhu Yan.
Are you tired of serving the table? Phew! What do I want you to come to the table for? What we want is Wang Ke on the table!
"Holy Son, the king is worried that you can't afford to lose, so you ......" Nan Gambling Saint also said to the Holy Son.
The Holy Son was really temperamental, and his eyes widened: "Who said I couldn't afford to lose? Come, your name is Wang Ke, you must come! I have been on Shenlong Island for so many years, and no one has ever dared to say that I can't afford to lose! You want to gamble big? Then you will win or lose!"
Wang Ke: "......."
"Brother Wang, the Holy Son is angry, look at ......" The Northern Gambling God said with a smile.
"Brother Wang, if you don't agree again, you won't be able to get along with the Holy Son!" Nan Gambling Saint also said with a smile.
Wang Ke frowned and looked at these two people, these two seemed to be deliberately provoking themselves and the Holy Son? The key is that I follow the Holy Son and don't know each other, why are you provoking us? What does this pit mean?
If you don't gamble, you will offend the Son. It seems that you have also succeeded in provoking success!
Gambling is also a pit.
In front of him, a group of evil spirits were staring, Wang Ke wanted to hide, but he had already become the target of public criticism and couldn't hide. This, what exactly do these evil spirits want to do?
"Then come on!" Wang Ke sat down immediately.
"Hahaha, okay!" The Northern Gambling God and the Southern Gambling Saint immediately laughed.
The Holy Son also sat down, and the four of them played mahjong.
Wang Ke was alert, what are these demons plotting? Specially, I can't understand it!
The other evil spirits also felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, but no one said anything more, because the Northern Gambling God and the Southern Gambling Saint were both cronies of the altar master, and they seemed to be doing something.
With the help of the Northern Gambling God and the Southern Gambling Saint, this card became a winning or losing. The three hundred boxes of primeval blood behind Wang Ke were a bet, this was a huge wealth! And the Holy Son also used equivalent spirit stones as a bet.
The Northern Gambling God and the Southern Gambling Saint are just playing together, not responsible for making cards, and only let Wang Ke gamble with the Holy Son.
"Eighty thousand!"
"Four!"
"Get rich!"
The four of them were playing mahjong strangely, and Wang Ke's eyes kept scanning the northern gambling god and the southern gambling saint, trying to figure out what their purpose was.
Wang Ke touched the cards and played them. But the God of Northern Gambling and the Saint of Southern Gambling did not react at all, and they fought very seriously.
And then what? What are you going to do? Do you want me to win the Holy Son, or do you want me to lose to the Holy Son?
Specially, I can't understand it? I hate this kind of calculation that doesn't require results the most, can you have a snack, calculate others, and have a direction to look forward to.
Will I fall into the pit if I win, or will I fall into the pit if I lose? Don't you all care?
(End of this chapter)