Chapter 464: Brother's Hearth (21)

"Ah ... ah, elder, you are going ..." Deng Yun was dumbfounded.
"A problem?" Xia Qiu glanced at him.
"No problem, no problem." Said repeatedly, Deng Yun hurried to lead Xia Qiu's way.
Looking at his weird look, Xia Qiu knew that he would murmur in his heart, but this Deng Yun was just a disciple in the outside room, and came out with him. Xia Qiu was also afraid of showing any flaws.
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The bet was opened on a humble corner of the black market. Low stone houses can be entered, and the venue inside is particularly spacious.
"Where is a low-order spirit stone?" Take out the faint-colored spirit stone, and hesitated. Xia Qiu also looked at the noisy casino.
Groups of people in groups of three or five, just like the casinos in the ordinary, these monks who are especially sought after outside, bet them one by one, and they all bet on red eyes.
A little embarrassed, Deng Yun pointed to the old man who was not there, not many people, wearing an old black robe.
"Here, this is the lowest bet, and you can bet on a single stone."
"Um." Nodded, Xia Qiu took Lingshi straight and walked towards the old man without looking at anyone, first looking at the gamble in front of him.
Bet cups, wooden cards, obviously there are only two ways to gamble.
"Big!"
"Big!"
A group of monks who practiced gas cultivation surrounded and pressed their hands tightly against the gambling table in front of the old man. The gambling with red eyes and cracked teeth was obviously at the end of the end.
"Elder, it's too messy here, otherwise ... Let's go somewhere else?" Deng Yun couldn't help but retreat, and he was afraid that Xia Qiu would bet on red eyes, and the consequences were not something he could afford!
"It's okay, I've seen it clearly, let's wait for the next round." Xia Qiuyun responded lightly.
No matter how many red-eyed gamblers are around, the old man holding the gambling cup has always been calm and calm, grasping the gambling cup with thin hands and revealing it.
"Two three, three, eight o'clock!"
Inhaling and complaining for a while, the gamblers kept mourning, but they seemed to be a little afraid of the old man and did not dare to be too bad.
Wearing a black cape, Xia Qiu was very conspicuous among the gamblers. In addition, there was a follower who looked like an anxiety.
The old man in black gave her an extra look, but the second round of gambling started as usual.
Shou Shou copied the sieve in the betting cup of Zhu Hong, shaking it skillfully, and the sieve rattled in the cup, while the monks walked partly and changed their new faces, staring nervously at the old man Gambling cup in hand.
Snapped! The bet cup is on the table.
"Betting big and betting small, buy and leave!" The old man squinted and glanced around.
Playing with the low-level spiritual stone in his hand, Xia Qiu smiled. In this silence, he calmly put the spiritual stone on the table and pushed it to the larger side.
"I bet."
"Betting big? Three big bigs have been connected before. It just turned out to be small. I don't think it can be that evil? Is it small?
The person next to him was quiet, and then whispered in a well-founded voice.
"Yeah!
"Be small, be small!"
Soon, the one who wanted to be big with Xia Qiu, put his hands on the little one as soon as he closed it.
There are also some people who seem to be unaffected by any impact, but still bet on the big one.
The old man pressed the gambling cup and looked at Xia Qiu deeply. Wei's eyes seemed to have a flash of light, apparently repaired well. Everyone here decided to leave, and he unveiled the cup slowly again.
"Sixty-four-five, fifteen o'clock!"