The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

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These white stones were originally from the roadside, and they were the best. They didn’t lose much, so she didn’t need to suffer so much.

At this point, the Soviet Union did not smack the ambiguous Oriental Xuan, and then began the third last lottery.

Because of the failure of the previous ten times, everyone’s eyes on the Soviet Union are complicated.

They are full of sympathy and comfort, but the three kings of the East are absolutely gloating and ridiculous.

"Only the last three chances, do you think you are still possible?" The oriental Xuanju was slanting down the sling, and his chin was lifted high, and it was a disdainful sneer.

"Is it possible to have a half-dollar relationship with you? You are just onlookers. Is it really a good idea to slap your hands on the Lord?" Su Luo was disdainfully cold and screaming back.

Dong Xuan was stunned again.

"Do you want to bet? I bet you still can't get this time! How? Do you dare to gamble?" Dong Xuan proudly took a purple spar from his sleeve and put it in front of the Soviet Union. "If you lose, this The purple spar is yours, how?"

Purple spar is very attractive to the Soviet Union. Because of the extent of the ninth-order tenth order, ordinary spar is insufficient for them, so such high-grade spar is needed. It is a pity that the purple spar is extremely rare on the mainland and is rarely seen.

"And then?" Su Luo squinted and glared at him.

"If you lose, the two remaining opportunities will be given to me!" The oriental Xuan language is cold and cold, and can't be ignored. "How? Don't dare to gamble?"

In the face of the magical method of the oriental Xuan, Su Luo smiled: "Since you want to send the purple spar to the girl, do not accept it."

"A big tone, I am afraid that you will lose your wife and lose your troops." Dong Xuan sneered again and again. "As for your broken luck, the remaining three opportunities are also a waste for you. Would you give me the opportunity to give it to me?" ""

"Then wait and see." The Soviet Union faintly evoked the lips.

"Falling..." The purple scorpion pulled the sleeves of the fallen sleeves, and there was some hesitation between the looks. "What about gambling?"

The Soviet Union laughed and said: "Is there still a fake?"

"Need to ask me to try for you?" Zi Yan is completely unconfident about Su Li's hand today. Ten times in a row are black hands, the probability is as low as eighteen layers of hell, how to win the oriental mystery?

"I will try it first. Anyway, I lost nothing." Su Luo smiled.

So, under the gaze of everyone, Su Luo closed his eyes, and a number of numbers constantly appeared in his mind. Suddenly, the Soviet Union’s fingers were slightly forced.

"Beep--" a sound, the draw stopped.

"89...56...34...12...wow, stop, stop, it's 12!!!!" Ziyan screamed excitedly, almost excitedly picked up.

Beichen Ying is also excited again and again: "Hey, it’s time to run and fall, this time, finally, thank you for your patronage!"

At this time, the face of Dongfang Xuan looked red and white for a while, and then it was iron and blue in a while. In short, it was unpredictable and unpredictable.

Su Luo glanced at him with a smile, and then took the purple spar for granted, and casually asked: "Is it still gambling?"

When Su Luo said these three words, his tone was very low. He used the kind of condescending and gloating, and when he heard it, he made a sigh of relief.