Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 422 Men of the Night Mausoleum

The lower the odds, the more people press her to win.

"So I can see Xiao Ye, if I lose, the casino is not earning oil?"

The money boss coughed two times desperately, Qianye, please, let me say less.

The first game of the locust and Shen Qianshu.

The scene is extremely tense.

This is the biggest gamble this year, and the private ports have been smashed.

One start.

Shen Qianshu took a pair of Q, the locust was a noisy card, the board was always Shen Qianshu bigger than him, and Shen Qianshu was all pressed.

People who often watch the Grand Masters know that her style is the local style.

A pair is not bad money, how much do you follow, how much I follow, and finally, Stud, all pressure!

This momentum is better than others.

After all, no one dares to be like her, regardless of the size of the board, she is dead.

In the second game, the beginning of the game is still Shen Qianshu, and all the way to the end.

If you win another game, it is a zero locust.

The locusts were a little nervous, and there was a little bit of sweat on the tip of the nose. Shen Qianshu was calm, and a pair of winning vouchers were in the grip. The eye-catching features were perfect under the light. The eyes were aura and moving, and they always seemed to smile. Meaning, extra tricks of peach blossoms.

"Your gambling is taught by the night mausoleum?" The locust asked, from a game, he did not speak, and when he heard a voice, everyone shook. His unmodified face was very gloomy, complex and complex. The ghost is as white.

The sound is as cold as the ghost, it is the kind of cold that penetrates into the human bones.

Mr. gambling is very good?

The last time I played the landlord, he couldn’t even beat the children’s paintings?

"My grandfather is self-taught." Blowing the bulls and not dead, Shen Qianshu smiled and bent.

"I don't believe that your style is too similar to him."

Shen Qianshu smiled and said, "The ugly people, each one is ugly and characteristic, and the beautiful people always have similarities."

In other words, there are always similarities between powerful people.

The face of the locust is whiter.

The city of Sunan smiled and he thought that the locusts must be blushing.

This stimulating the opponent's what is the usual means of gambling on the table, Qianye's character of this pinch, really won the opponent's temper.

"I don't believe you are the man of the night mausoleum!"

Shen Qianshu said with a smile, "I am really a man at night!"

Sunan City shook, Qianye, not to say, don't mention it again?

Don't mention it again when you say good things. How much more do you think about wind and rain?

"I just want to take a look, the man in my night, what looks like!" A familiar and cold voice came, and Shen Qianshu was nailed to the chair in an instant. She rounded her eyes and seemed to see the ghost.

I am listening to it?

Well, I must have been auditory.

Calm, calm!

"Wow, so handsome, look, you see, so handsome..." A boy turned back and shouted at the entrance. Everyone turned back and looked at each other.

"It is the night mausoleum, my god, it is the night mausoleum."

"very handsome."

"He and Qianye really grew a woman's face."

It was a man with excellent looks, a brow eyebrow, a deep eye socket, a well-dressed iron-grey suit, a coat of British-inspired retro long trench coat, slowly coming, in a sly and complex underground casino, like It is a retro oil painting. All the backgrounds are gone, only a man with a long jade, enchanting and indifferent, domineering and mysterious, a retro and steady atmosphere, addictive.

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Not surprised, not surprised

Seeking a monthly ticket, baby

(End of this chapter)