Beast Concubine: Demon Queen of the Ghost King

And that "Brother Pig" has been staring at the table since he got the six-six straight. The six six points are upward, arranged neatly, just like the six dice that were placed there in advance.

He was hit, so hard that he was completely bruised. Over the years, he had practiced gambling hard in order to one day be able to easily win the lottery. But to this day, he has not succeeded, but

The beauty opposite could do it easily.

He is not convinced!

The gambler's nature revived in his body at this moment, and he continued to gamble.

"Do you dare...to bet again?" "Brother Zhu"'s eyes were sparkling, and it wasn't the covetous look he just had for Qingfeng, but the jealousy of his opponent.

"What am I afraid of? I'll stay with you until the end!" Qingfeng sneered, her tone still arrogant to the core.

"Okay, let's bet small this time!" "Brother Pig" pushed forward the white money in front of him, and took out a pile of silver notes from his arms: "This is one hundred thousand taels of silver."

Qingfeng glanced at it and said, "I don't have that much money, so I'd better bet on myself." His tone was still confident and indifferent.

"Okay! One hundred thousand taels, girl, you are definitely worth it!" At this time, "Brother Zhu" restrained his contempt for Qingfeng, and instead felt a sense of respect: There is a way to gamble, and for masters, regardless of gender, all

It is appreciated from the heart.

It seems that this "Brother Pig" is a failure as a person, but as a gambler, he is quite qualified.

"Okay, I'm going to say this to you, but I'll let you go first." Qingfeng smiled lightly, but it still didn't reach her eyes.

"Thank you!" "Brother Zhu" thanked him, gritted his teeth, grabbed the dice cup and shook it vigorously. Qingfeng listened and said: Yes, there are two dice, six to one.

Everyone looked at Qingfeng with some worry at this moment. After the shock last time, everyone placed their bets on Qingfeng this time, but now the six and one are already the smallest, that is Qingfeng.

If six ones are rolled out, it is considered a loss, because it is Shaodong's family who is the banker.

Qingfeng nodded and praised "Brother Pig": "He is someone who has worked hard." It was obviously a compliment, but "Brother Pig" felt a chill in his heart when he heard it, and his palms clenched into fists were all sweaty.

Qingfeng lazily picked up the dice cup, covered the dice, shook them wildly, flipped them over casually, and said casually: "Liuhe Guiyi!"

Immediately, there was another complaint: "I hate it, I haven't played dice for more than a year, and I feel a lot rusty. A six and a return to one were actually shaken thirty-five times, which was five times more than the last time. It seems that

It’s really a good practice.”

Everyone was dumbfounded as they watched the six dice neatly stacked up and down to form a form of Optimus Prime. All the dice were covered, and only the top bit of red was the most eye-catching.

Everyone is immersed in the Liuhe Guiyi that only appears in legend!

Oh my god! If I can see with my own eyes someone in my lifetime who can roll out such points, it will be worth it even if I die tomorrow.

When everyone looked at Qingfeng, they didn't want to look at a human being, but at a god, the super "God of Gamblers!"

After a while, Bixian rose to another level.

But after hearing Qingfeng's complaints, everyone felt that God was no longer enough to describe Qingfeng's superb gambling skills. Thirty-five times, six and one were drawn, and this person had not touched dice for more than a year.

Is it God?

No, this person is not a god, this person is a pervert!

How could God be so greedy!

Qingfeng glanced at Zhang Luo, who was standing aside stupidly, and ordered: "Zhang Luo, that one hundred thousand taels of silver belongs to your master now, I don't think of a way to put it away."

Zhang Luoru woke up from his dream and swept all the silver and banknotes from the opposite side over here.

Qingfeng raised an eyebrow at "Brother Zhu" and said, "Do you want to gamble again?" It seemed that he had won money and was planning to walk away.

"Bet, why don't you bet? I don't believe it. How can you win everything?" "Brother Pig" was full of gambling, with veins popping out. He roared to the servants on the side: "Go, take the money from Sihai Gambling House."

Bring all the money out to me."

The servant wanted to open his mouth to persuade him, but before he could open his mouth, he was slapped hard: "Why don't you go quickly? Didn't you hear what I said?" He has always been the god in Sihai Gambling House, and everyone gambles.

His disciples always looked at him with that kind of look up at him. Even though he admired Qingfeng's gambling skills from the bottom of his heart, he still couldn't bear the feeling of being completely stepped on and could only look up at him.

The most important thing is that if he can't make a comeback today, he will never be able to raise his head in Mingdu from now on and can only live with his tail between his legs.

How could he, who has always been aloof, accept this?

Qingfeng admired in his heart: He is indeed full of gambling spirit!

However, this is the best. The meeting gift given to the emperor should not be too shabby. This one hundred thousand taels of silver is not a small amount for ordinary people, but in front of the emperor of a country, it is not worth a hair.

Qingfeng felt satisfied with "Brother Zhu" for the first time: Brother Zhu, seeing that you are dedicated to giving me money, I will leave you a pair of underwear today.

So, in just two cups of tea, Comrade "Brother Pig" successfully joined the ranks of the proletariat, wearing nothing more than his underwear.

Of course, when one person becomes a proletarian, another person also gloriously joins the ranks of capitalists.

There was a death-like silence in the inner room. "Brother Zhu" slumped down on the chair, his eyes dull, watching Qingfeng hand over the house deed of Sihai Gambling House and the banknotes he won to Zhang Luo who was standing aside, and ordered him to put them away.

"I...give this to me...take it..." Zhang Luo looked at Qingfeng, who had a calm face, and he stuttered a little!

Qingfeng rolled her eyes at him and snorted coldly: "If you don't accept it, should I?"

What does she look like in a feathered dress with such a pile of paper on it? How can she have any ethereal flavor!

Although she doesn't care much about image, this is the capital of Ming Dynasty, and she still hopes that the title of "Gambling Immortal" and "Gambling God" will be resounding in the sky, and it is best to spread to the emperor's ears. When the time comes, she wants to exchange for the Blood Soul Grass

It's easier.

Zhang Luo was glared at by Qingfeng, and he immediately put the banknote into his arms in a hurry. There was endless warmth in his heart. Qingfeng's complete trust made his heart soften instantly as if it had been soaked by something.

His handsome face revealed the spirit of a man who would die for his bosom friend: if she put her wealth in his hands, he would put his life in hers.

It's worth sacrificing your life for such a person, isn't it?