Su Yi glanced, "boring."

Playing poker with a monkey is a bit different.

As a result, he couldn't hold back Jiang Haoran's prayers and went to battle in person.

After half an hour, Su Yi's face was not so good.

During this period, a total of more than a dozen were finished, and he didn't even win, and all the winners were Wukong.

Actually it is not said how high Wukong's card skills are. The key is that Wukong's hand is too good, almost all of them have bombs, and the cards are smooth.

No matter how good your card skills are, if you have a bad hand, a hero is useless.

After Su Yi finished the thirteenth deck, he looked a bit melancholy when he saw that the biggest in his hand was a king, and all the cards were scattered behind.

Wukong did his part and called the landlord. After the set of smooths went down, it was two bombs, and it was also the king and the four twos. The two bombs directly brought the spring, and the fried Su Yi was dizzy.

"Acceptance, I won this one again."

Wukong looked at Su Yi and Cao Qingqing triumphantly.

Cao Qingqing swallowed and spit, and said coldly, "Wukong, are you out of luck?"

After thirteen consecutive games, Wukong won all of them, which is too evil.

If it's not a laoqian, it's impossible to explain it at all.

"Don't wrong people!"

Wukong was upset, "Every time you shuffle the cards, and you are the one who dealt the cards, how can I make a big deal? You have to admit that you play badly, don't make excuses for yourself."

The killing area of ​​this sentence was too large, and the faces of Su Yi and others looked ugly.

To be honest, they are not convinced.

Why does Wukong draw good cards every time?

But what if you are not convinced? They have no luck!

Su Yi felt that he couldn't let Wukong continue to be mad, thought for a moment, and said: "Wukong, fighting the landlord is too simple and not challenging. I will teach you to play a separate one."

Since in Doudizhu, Realm, why can't Wukong know, he must learn to work around and find his place in other ways.

"OK!"

Wukong's expression is very casual, it feels as if everything is under control.

"Well, I will teach you how to tie golden flowers." Su Yi said seriously.

In less than five minutes, Wukong easily mastered the rules.

A battle for dignity has begun.

result.....

Su Yi and others were a complete failure.

In the Realm of Zhajinhua, Wukong is like a god. Not only can he draw good cards, but he can also see through the minds of others.

After not playing a few games, Su Yi and others were downcast.

Seeing Su Yi's expression not so good, Wukong said, "Master, or change the gameplay?"

Su Yi gritted his teeth and said, "Play blackjack."

After half an hour, Su Yi threw away the card in his hand, "I'm a little sleepy, I'm going to rest."

Going on will be ravaged by Wukong, his endurance has reached the limit.

If you lose again, I am afraid that Wukong will be beaten up.

"We are also sleepy."

Cao Qingqing and others left the venue one after another.

Before, they can play until midnight.

But because of the existence of Wukong, they felt that playing poker was too boring.

Lost from start to finish, where is the fun?

"Have fun!"

Wukong begged bitterly, but no one paid any attention.

Su Yi walked to the back of the car and sat down, slowly falling asleep.

Being in the ancient realm of Yuankong, with dangers everywhere, it is reasonable to stay vigilant or arrange for people to watch the night.

But there is a [smart tank], so you don’t have to care about it at all.

After all, the [intelligent tank] has a detection function, and if a danger is approaching, it can give early warning.

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