"Hey..."

Mo Qing: "Don't talk, talk to people."

Die Chu rolled on his shoulder and rolled down. Mo Qing's mouth was not forgiving, but she raised her hand to catch Die Chu in the first place, letting her settle on her palm safely.

The butterfly jumped up, flashing its wings, and said: "Why can we alleviate worries, only get rich!"

Mo Qing's sleeve swept the butterfly out of the curtain.

Feng Ruchu watched as the talisman in his hand was interrupted, and couldn't help but slander: The old man is so bad!

This Baiyun Mountain was surrounded by immortal spirits, and actually raised a ten thousand-year-old iron **** with a "hairy" iron cock!

No, he is praised by the iron cock. He is obviously an iron sucking cock. Not only does he not pluck his "hair", but he also hopes to **** "hair" from his body!

Wasn't Yu Xiao the one who paid for the money last time in Porcelain Heju? !

…………

Soon.

Turn left at the entrance of the square.

A small makeshift table is in full swing, with a flow of people.

A young man with a low level of cultivation raised his arm and yelled vigorously: "I have placed a bet, and the third round of betting has begun. Don't miss it when you pass by. The opportunity to get rich is here!...Hey, Young master, are you new here? Two moves?"

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The'Young Master' who was greeted by the young man was not someone else, but Mo Wushuang who split out a strand of clone and turned into a mortal posture.

Take a look at the betting odds and betting ratio.

Ranked first is Feng Feier with odds of 1:1.15; second is Qianzhi, 1:1.20...sequentially, several others already have the names of the fourth-rank refiners of "Pharmacy". Some of them are from the "Medicine" Wanggu, and some are from the royal family.

Xiao Si watched Mo Wushuang stand for a while, and did not show the boldness of those gamblers rolling up their sleeves and waving the bank notes. He thought he didn’t understand, so he rushed over and introduced him carefully. .

"My son, are you a novice? Let me introduce you a little bit of gameplay. Ms. Feng Fei'er is now the majority. As for the odds, for example, if you win one hundred taels, if you win, you get 15 taels. I lost...hehe..."

Two hehes, it goes without saying that it was just a bliss.

"Will win 15 taels? If you lose, you will lose all? This is too dark!" Another newbie next to him "interrupted".

The novice friend and the veteran shook his head disapprovingly: "Can’t say that, Miss Fairy’s odds are so low, that's because you bet on her to make a profit! Think about it, Miss Fairy herself is already a fourth-grade refining "medicine" I’ve gotten a teacher. Some time ago, it was reported that she had refined the first-class five-tier pill "medicine", and this round will definitely be promoted with the first term."

The new friend drew a betting card and said in surprise: "Look, Feng Ruchu's odds are 1; 200! In other words, one hundred taels of silver can earn two hundred taels? That doubled?"

The old friend poked his elbow and said, "The fool is betting on her! Don't look at her performance in the first two rounds, but after all, the spiritual power is there. It is already a leap to practice the fourth-grade "medicine", and he is still expecting Can she practice the five-tier pill "medicine" that she can only develop at the golden core stage? It's good if she doesn't have a fryer."

The new friend feels right.

Just about to pay for Feng Feier, at this moment, a white figure walked to the betting table ahead of him, took out ten silver tickets from his arms, and patted the table. : "Feng Ruchu."

The recorder looked at the banknotes dumbfounded, looked at Mo Wushuang dumbfounded, and dumbfounded...

"My son, one million silver tickets... ten...?"