Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 1103: It ’s time to come
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Big, big, big!
Around the gambling table, a group of cultivators shouted in unison, and the fandom on the side of Ye Chen was like chicken blood, howling.
Small, small, small!
And another wave of cultivator is also not in the least.
It is worth mentioning that, whether it bets big or small, each one is red-eyed, staring at the big bowl already covered on the gaming table.
It ’s open!
Under everyone's attention, the big man who shook the dice had opened the big bowl.
One, two, four, seven o'clock!
The burly-shaped big man has a loud voice, and he is very skilled in arranging Yuan Shiyuan, who has been betting big, and then he has not forgotten to pay the people who bet small.
Fuuuck!
Suddenly, there were a lot of scolding around the gambling table. The spitting stars sprayed all over the sky, mostly the losers.
Not bad!
It's those who win money, all smiles and smiles, and the face of the winning source stone, and sometimes cast a provocative look at the cultivator who lost money, if not forbidden to fight, just Those are all eyes, there may be a fight here.
"It's getting ghost." Ye Chen's side, Fan Tong is still swearing, it is unfavorable for the teacher, the first one loses fifty yuan stone, the source stone is hard to earn, even a big Quasi Sovereign feels Meat hurts.
"Come here, bet big and pay big, bet small and small, let go, and let go!" The big man of the banker's shape began to shout while shaking the bowl very rhythmically.
50 pieces of source stones have been taken out of Ye Chen, but they did not immediately bet, just waiting for the big man to buckle the big bowl on the table.
Fan Tong next to him shot again and directly increased the price to 100 Yuan Shi, but he still bet big.
Boom! boom! boom!
All around the gambling table, a group of gamblers cultivator also made their own shots. The smashed gambling table thumped. Most of them lost money. They were sullen. The material of the gambling table is hard enough, otherwise it will be smashed.
In the end, the big man buckled the big bowl on the table.
It was at this moment that Ye Chen instantly shot and put Fifty Source Stone in a small area.
It ’s open!
The burly man fell down quickly and opened the big bowl directly.
Fuck!
At the time of the game, there were screams of ghosts and wailing around the table because the dice points were still small.
It was another sneer at the sarcasm, still the same as before, the money-losing scolding mother, the winning winger, a good table, strong gunpowder smell, quite the posture of doing it on the spot.
"The top is small, this one is still small, eat it shit!" Fan Tong scolded, looking at his source stone and walked away.
"Good luck." Ye Chen smiled and took over the fifty source stones paid, which is much faster than the task to make money. According to this posture, winning hundreds of thousands a day is not a problem.
"Boy, you are good!" Fan Tong glanced at the one hundred source stone in Ye Chen's hand and looked at Ye Chen again.
"Good character."
"Fuck off, don't slap the character with Lao Tzu." Fan Tong scolded with a black face, and once again pulled out the source stone, this time directly rose to two hundred, it seems that Mouzu Jin tried to lose Money wins back.
"Come here, bet big and pay big, bet small and small, let go of your hands, and let go of your hands!" The brave man started shouting again, and the sound of the dice hitting in the big bowl was very crisp.
Ye Chen holds a hundred source stones and is still ready to go.
As soon as the burly man buckled the big bowl on the table, he shot the source stone out again.
It ’s open!
The brave man skillfully opened the big bowl.
And here, Ye Chen has consciously covered his ears.
Facts have proved that his approach is still very prescient, because a wave of screams has been followed, especially the Fan Tong next to him, the wolf howling is the most domineering side leak.
Good luck!
It is still the same sentence. Ye Chen played a three-point score. No one can see that he is a veteran, and no one can see that he is cheating.
It's Fan Tong's partner, his eyes are already red, and he is staring at the brilliant source stone in Ye Chen's hands.
Just a while ago, this man also vowed to think he would win, but it was a real blow to three! Not only did he not win, but he also kneeled three times.
Compared to him, the novice Ye Chen in his eyes puts the bet on it. This mother does n’t need Ye Chen to say that he has consciously blamed it on his character, that is, his character is too bad .
I do n’t believe it!
The more he tried, the more he suffocated, and Fan Tong was directly cruel. Kuāng Ding! smashed a thousand source stones on the gambling table, and he did not forget to stare at the Zhuangjia Biaoxing Han after he finished. Believe it or not, I beat you. "
For his words, the big-handed big man directly ignored it, shaking the big bowl rhythmically.
It was another moment, and the moment he dunked a bowl, an storage bag threw on the gambling table.
That's Ye Chen's purse. This time it's not a small amount, but a whole family's belongings, more than two thousand source stones.
It ’s open!
The big man shouted and opened the big bowl.
Go to your grandma!
As the big bowl opened, the screams shook the casino, and the red-eyed cultivators almost jumped onto the gambling table. What ’s more, they would pick up the guys and beat them A big man.
Four small ones in a row, shameless!
In response to the verbal abuse around him, the brave man just shrugged his shoulders casually, could not carry this scene, and would not be a dealer. After seeing more, he got used to it. Dare to make trouble.
Here, Ye Chen has received two thousand source stones, and consciously tucked into his arms.
On one side, Fan Tong ’s **** face is like coke, and he ’s all gambled for money. What happened?
Ye Chen gave a dry cough and retreated consciously.
Withdrawing from this table, he did not leave, but moved to other tables, the purpose of which was to hide his eyes and ears.
Soon, Ye Chen glanced at a table again.
In less than three minutes, he left Yuan Shizhu and continued to the next table.
His purpose is to shoot one place for another.
It is pursuing such a purpose. The goods are very unruly in front of each gambling table. If you win a few, you will change the table, so that within half an hour, you have won a hundred thousand yuan.
Win 200,000, close!
Ye Chen stopped at a gaming table just arrived, and that was what I thought.
In light of the lessons learned from the Dancheng casino, in this place, you can win money, but you ca n’t win too much, otherwise someone will talk to you, just like Ling Xiao in those years, if Dancheng ca n’t kill, he might It was already killed.
Sometimes, someone shot Ye Chen again.
Ye Chen turned back subconsciously, but his mouth twitched sharply.
Behind, there stood a wretched old man, more precisely a wretched old man wearing flower pants. Yes, a flower pants was worn all over the body. Needless to say, it was Fan Tong.
"What ... what is the case." Ye Chen looked up and down at Fan Tong, and took a look at Fan Tong's crotch.
"Don't mention, I opened a dozen small ones." Fan Tong's spitting star flew all over the sky.
"Then what?"
"Then you lose a pair of pants."
"And then?"
"Lend me some money and win you back."
"No." Ye Chen shook his head very simply, and God knows when this loan will be paid back.
"Hey you little bunny, I ..."
"This little friend, my host has a request." Before Fan Tong finished his speech, an old man in purple appeared in front of the two. The words were to Ye Chen, but his eyes were glanced up and down. .
It's all for gambling. How are you gambled to be like this?
The old man in purple clothes looked up and down at Fan Tong, and the Ye Chen looked at the old man in purple clothes up and down.
"Xiaoyou, please!" The old man in purple clothing finally focused on Ye Chen.
"What about gambling? Don't go." Ye Chen shook his head.
"The same can bet on the above." The old man in purple clothes smiled, "My host wants to bet with the children, and the children do n’t need to pay the principal. >
"Don't go." Ye Chen still shook his head, saying that he would throw the money bag on the table and continue to bet, and the weight is still quite large.
"Little friends, the old man is offended." The old man in purple immediately shot, pulled Ye Chen and left.
"My money." Ye Chen has a strong urge to scold mother.
"I will never lose a little friend." The old man in purple clothes raised his hand and grabbed the money bag thrown out by Ye Chen and returned it to Ye Chen.
"I will go too." Fan Tong also licked his face and followed.