Chapter 25: Twenty-seven

Chapter 25, Chapter 27: The Young God of Gamblers (4)
Tang Luo was about to walk back to his seat with the bill, when he saw that there was a middle-aged man beside the original seat, holding a hip flask in his hand and pouring into his mouth bit by bit.
"Why is there a drunk?" Tang Luo frowned. He didn't want to sit with a stranger who exuded alcohol. He then looked around to see if there were any seats available.
Unexpectedly, after only a while, the seats on the high platform were basically filled.
Tang Luo was helpless, if he stayed here for a while, even his original seat would be lost.
So he walked straight to the original position.
The original seat was at the highest point on the east side of the ring. Although it was the furthest away from the ring, it had a clear view. In addition to seeing the giant ring in the center, it was also possible to see the situation of the other small rings.
Tang Luo came to sit next to the middle-aged man, perhaps because his white clothes were too coquettish, the middle-aged man's eyes were on him to look back and forth.
Why, haven't you seen the handsome boy? Tang Luo sat down indifferently.
"Little brother."
"Hiccup, do you like watching martial arts competitions at a young age?" The middle-aged man watched Tang Luo sitting next to him, and spoke.
Tang Luo turned his head and looked carefully at the drunk middle-aged man. He was wearing a blue long dress with a moiré horn belt tied around his waist and adorned with a jasper. His long, jet-black hair was tied around his head. After that, it looks clean and elegant.
The slender and well-proportioned figure is matched with the correct facial features. Although he is a little older, it is not a problem to call a handsome old man. Although his cultivation base is only 999 (1122) points, his temperament should be considered extraordinary.
But what does it matter to me, Tang Luo casually said: "It's okay."
Hearing the indifference in his words, the middle-aged man who wanted to talk a few more words "Oh" turned his head and drank in silence.
The game officially begins.
On the four arenas, eight players fought at the same time, and the atmosphere in the battlefield instantly exploded. The audience who had been sitting right in front of Tang Luo stood up and began to shout loudly for their betting players.
The voice was so loud and contented that he couldn't hear the clash of fists and feet on the ring.
How can there be a sense of sight of a concert?
Seeing the audience in the martial arts field so engaged in selfless shouts, Tang Luo felt that this scene seemed familiar.
Every audience has poured incomparable enthusiasm for this game, and even put their wealth on their optimistic fighters.
Substitute themselves into their feelings, but if they know that everything in front of them has nothing to do with hard work and luck, but just arranged games.
So, will this competition make people desperate?
Tang Luo set his sights on the faces of sentient beings watching the game, watching their selfless shouts, sighing that perhaps ignorance can make people so engaged.
Put all emotions in the game and believe that miracles and dreams will make people happier.
Tang Luo was just in a trance when he was awakened by the people beside him.
"Little brother doesn't seem to be watching the game." The middle-aged man said.
"how you said that."
"The little brother's eyes didn't pay attention to the arena, on the contrary, he was especially interested in the spectators." The middle-aged man continued, and he had been observing for a while with his peripheral vision.
Ok? Tang Luo tilted his head and asked, "Why do you care about me so much?"
The middle-aged man took a sip of wine and spit out a heavy breath: "It's just boring, I want to find someone to talk to."
Tang Luo is really enough, and he said that he didn't come to watch the game, so what does it mean if you don't watch the game and talk to someone?
There was another silence.
The middle-aged man raised his left hand and took a sharp sip, perhaps because he drank too quickly, the spicy wine choked in his throat.
The middle-aged person began to cough violently, and drooling all over the place.
I said don’t be a drunkard! God doesn't even know what will happen! Fortunately, I have a younger brother who loves a runny nose. Tang Luo is swift as the wind, and quickly took out a brand new square from his arms and shakes it away, stopping between the two.
"Cough ~ cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough coughing faint vibration from the square towel made Tang Luo speechless.
You are coughing into this, don't you put down the hip flask in your left hand? As a person with a slight habit of cleanliness, Tang Luo is afraid that he will blow up if he gets splashed on his face by saliva.
"Ahem, kukukuku." After a while, the middle-aged man eased his breath and stopped coughing.
it is finally over. Tang Luo expressed his gratitude, but the square scarf stained with saliva is definitely not acceptable.
"Here." The witty handed the scarf to the middle-aged man.
"Thank you." The middle-aged man who finally came back took the scarf, wiped his mouth, and said, "The little brother is nice."
While speaking, he put the handkerchief wiped into his arms.
Is it so shameless? Tang Luo looked straight. Although this square scarf really didn't want to come back, it wasn't suitable for you to put it in your arms so naturally.
It may be that the contempt in Tang Luo's eyes is too obvious. Even with the old face of the middle-aged man who is as thick as a city wall, he is still a little embarrassed. Gambling!"
Are you just an old drunkard in the world? Tang Luo was full of doubt, if he could not see your value, he would almost believe it.
The middle-aged man looked at Tang Luo's suspicious eyes with dissatisfaction. The little devil was still too young. Hearing the name of the old man, he would pay his respects.
He suppressed his voice extremely low, became deep and thick, and said every word: "My name, Xiao! Right!"
After the real name was exited, the middle-aged man burst out with an astonishing spirit. He was sitting in a hurry. Although he was holding a hip flask in his left hand, the grand master's style rushed towards his face, and people couldn't help but admire.
Having a name does not change you are just a weak chicken in the world.
"Yeah." Tang Luo took a look and turned his head.
The atmosphere is a bit awkward.
"Have the little brother heard the old man's name taboo?" Xiao Zheng looked at Tang Luo's dismissive look, his drunkenness disappeared.
There are also people who watch the martial arts club in Xiling, who have never heard of my name, Xiao Zheng! ?
Tang Luo frowned, turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man in dissatisfaction. Is this guy's brain broken. Have you never heard the name is strange? Do you think you are so famous Xiling Tianjiao Tang Luo? It's so funny.
Xiao Zheng looked at Tang Luo's eyes, and felt that his face was very unbearable, "You have always heard of the gambler."
Huh? ? ? Tang Luo's eyes widened: "Are you the..."
Xiao Zheng nodded in relief, and I just said, there are still people in the martial arts arena who don't know me to gamble on Saint Xiao Zheng? Hurry up and worship the old man, kid.
"Zhou Xingxing?" Tang Luo's eyes were sincere~
"Exactly... It's a fart, who is Zhou Xingxing. The old man is betting on Sheng Xiao Zheng, have you never heard of Sheng Xiao Zheng?" Xiao Zheng was furious, and his voice was raised by decibels, if not for the entire venue. The shout was thunderous, his loud voice must be surrounded by people.
Tang Luo curled his lips. In his heart, there was only one gambling saint, his name was Zhou Xingxing. All other gambling sages are all counterfeits. Ignore.
"Forget it, the little friend is still young after all, and it's normal if you haven't heard of the old man's name."
You would rather find yourself down the stairs. Tang Luo squinted the middle-aged man.
Xiao Zheng's forehead blue veins violently, so angry, where is this kid from, why is so annoying.
"My little friend had fallen in love." Xiao Zheng asked almost gritted his teeth. After all, he was beaten by others, he still planned to leave Tang Luo some experience, as for the little devil's such annoying attitude.
Xiao Zheng planned to ridicule him fiercely, letting him know that the name of the gambling saint should not be humiliated.
Tang Luo didn't answer, because he was casting his gaze into the distance, above the arena battles that ended one after another.
A group of team, Luo Hongtu wins Kang Chengli
The second group of team A, Qu Lexian wins Gong Ye Feizhang
Team B is a group, Suo Yingcai wins Chu Xinrui
In the second group of Team B, Shentule wins against Bai Binbin
(End of this chapter)