Chapter 59: .GowkTown （三）

Realizing that Sharia was unnaturally sluggish, Triss gently abducted him: "Why? Uncle Jim specially gave you a table of delicious, you eat well."
Sharia glanced at a pot of cereal in the corner of the table. He never liked it, but suddenly felt that the hot aroma of the cereal had a strange familiarity. He was about to reach out to hold it, but when Triss stood up and scooped up. A big spoon, a rude stuffed mouth, like a cow eating rice bran.
Sharia resisted the disgusting emotion and glanced over her eyes, facing An Jielina. She had been secretly glancing at him from the corner of her eyes, her eyes fiery and complicated.
Forgive me, the long-standing irritability erupted at this instant, and Sharia stood up, and the gold-painted high stool made a discordant "squeak" noise on the floor.
People at the table chatting with non-nutritive nonsense raised their heads in surprise, meeting Saria's trance eyes.
"What's this?"
"I'm full. I... I had an appointment with a friend to play cards, and I'm going!"
He closed his eyes and listened to his breath with heavy breathing, and it seemed that his eyes were hitting him without any bones.
At the moment of rushing into the night, the cool mist of the night wrapped him. He shook his soul and vaguely heard Claude's loud voice clearing him: "Is still a kid! When I was so old... "
After years of trial, fools will only become self-proclaimed fools, and there is no such thing as a rebirth.
As soon as Sariya stepped into the red carpet that was so familiar to the casino, the doorman approached him intimately.
"You can count it. I will tell you that today's luck at table 9 is overwhelming, and everyone who comes down is full of money!"
"Really?" Sharia moved her heart, but he remembered what happened yesterday, so he must be angry. "Yesterday, I heard your gibberish and lost badly. Don't pay attention to me."
The doorman only laughed embarrassedly, sneaked his hand and stuffed three gold coins.
Facing the surprised sight of the fair-haired young boy, the doorman scratched his nose proudly: "Return you. I won't owe you this time."
"Where do you come from? You poor poor ghost earns only two gold coins a month!"
The clerk in the lobby over there saw the guards leaving the post in disorder, screaming and scolding. The guardian secretly pointed at Nunu's mouth at table 9 and ran away.
The chips "babble" jumped on the gambling table and made a very tempting sound. The drunkards shouted loudly and violently, and they merged into a beautiful dream.
As if an invisible hand gently pulled him forward, Sariya sat down at the table 9 like a ghost.
Why did it develop to this step?
He was cold and sweaty, looking at the dizzy red and white dice in front of him.
The dealer's cold voice awakened him from his trance-he had no chips.
"Let... lend me some more money... I will definitely win back... I will definitely pay it back!" He has never begged for others so humble in his life, his beautiful eyes trembling, as if unable to break after heavy rain. Jiaohua.
But the amiable old dealer in the past showed a disdainful sneer: "Return? Repay with your life?"
His wrinkled veteran twisted the white paper, which was signed by Sharia after he lost his red eyes.
trap……
Sharia desperately covered her cold sweat face, and the sweat wet his slightly curly blond hair, and it was sticky and scattered on the neck, which was very uncomfortable. But at this time he had no time to image, and his mind was blank.
Half an hour ago, he lost all the gold coins. When the curse was about to leave, the dealer suddenly greeted him cordially, and a fold face smiled like a spring flower in March, saying that he was a reputable old customer and could take credit.
As soon as Sarya thought, he rewarded money with one gold coin per day and ten gold coins in January. Even if he lost again, it wouldn't be too big. If he didn't gamble tomorrow, he readily agreed. The goddess of luck finally looked after him, and the three gold coins he borrowed soon became six. He was so excited that he made a big bet, but he lost a good deal.
He suddenly remembered the "lucky table 9" that the guard said, the dealer's black and red velvet uniforms reflected the casino lights, like a good leather sofa, he couldn't help tempting to ask for money again...
Finally, the trembling loser signed a contract.
Sale deeds.
This life will serve the baron's casino.
Unless he can afford... 5000 gold coins.
What is the concept of 5000 gold coins? His brother-in-law's newly bought medium-sized ranch plus two hundred cattle, only 3000 gold coins!
The security guard wrapped in a black uniform with a tall head came out, put him in the staff room after the casino, tied him to the table leg with a rope, and locked the door with a bang.
The security guard was his neighbor next door, and Sharia begged him to let him go. The man just sneered. The eyes were gloating and even disdain disguise.
The hut was very tide, and the tattered spider web was stuck in a corner, and the small insects could be seen flying around. There are no windows and no light. The narrow and humid space traps the sultry and shackled air, as if time has stalled, and it has been forgotten by the world.
It was only one hour before the sumptuous and luxurious banquet, but his situation went up and down because of the difference between his thoughts.
Sharia shouted heartbreakingly. He shook the long table vigorously, trying to break the rope. He arched one by one and finally approached the door, hitting the wooden door hard with his body.
"Open the door and let me go! I can pay the money, I can pay the money!" He took a cry, and said nothing, "My brother-in-law is rich, my brother-in-law is rich!"
I don't know who sneered in that room: "Your brother-in-law just bought a new farm, where is the money?"
"I... in short he has money, you let me go first! My sister is pregnant, I must find a way to get money!"
No one responded, as if Sharia's despair, pain, and heartbreak were all ridiculous struggles of ants.
For a long time, when Sariya lay dull on the cold, stiff floor, watching the insects slip into the wall, the door suddenly opened.
The dealer walked in with a smile, and the pleats were twisted into a strange shape. He was carrying his light, and his whole body was hidden in the dark disguise of the hallway, and Sariya could only see his vicious eyes flashing from top to bottom.
He said, "Sorry, young master. I think you are young, but it is also pitiful. If you can take the title deed of your brother-in-law's new farm, your debt will be offset."
Sharia stumbled out of the door, and the familiar casino red carpet was stepped out of an unharmonious fold. The cold wind hit him, and he shivered thoroughly.
He looked back dullly, his panic gaze greeted the dealer with a grin.
On the way home, his brain was blank, and he stumbled into the house, but he saw the dilapidated oil lamp lit.
A bean-shaped flame flickered, and An Jielina's frivolous expression appeared in front of her like a ghost. She opened her mouth and began to scold. The next second she saw the extreme appearance of Sharia, and lost her soul-like expression. Can't help but be surprised.
She hurriedly helped the man to sit on the sofa, poured water on him again, sprinkled her hand on the table, and could not wipe it dry, and hurriedly poured it into Sharia.
Sariya choked on her mouth, coughed for a long time, and spit out the cold and turbid air in her mouth, only to see clearly the anxious person in front of her was An Jie Lina.
"My ancestor, you scared me to death," An Jie Lina saw him recovering, panting across her heart, panting, "What's wrong with you?"
Sharia's eyes swept the enchanting eyes of Angelina who was properly maintained, but still had pleats, swept the gemstone ring gleaming under the oil light in her hand, and swept the city where she had paid him for several months. Hand-made dresses are full of thoughts.
He had calmed down, and Toan Jielina had no rules to irrigate and irrigate the water. At this moment, he continued to disguise the lost appearance of panic, and Xiao Jiujiu flew quickly in his heart.
...If you want Claude’s new farm title, please don’t have a high success rate. Maybe you will get a scolding, but this old lady who lost all her shrewdness in front of him may be...
An Jielina still begging for the gods with a long sigh, the uncovered fear in her eyes did not seem to be fake.
Sorry, Saria sighed in her heart.
He cried directly next second.
He was crying so pitifully, with a tearful face like a god's favor, like a wet rose petal after the rain. He was out of breath, as if crying out of breath in the next second.
An Jie Lina patted his back distressedly, and said that there was no big deal, and said that there was distress and she said, she came to think of something like that, seeing Sharia just shook her head sadly, and An Jie Lina also Almost shed tears.
"My little ancestor," she said painfully. "If you cry like this, my heart will fall."
Sariya raised her head gently in her arms, and her tears were intertwined.
His voice was a little dumb, and the clear youth voice was melancholic: "I'm going to die, An Jie. We may meet for the last time..."
An Jie Lina was terrified, almost exhausted Sharia.
Her angry face and neck instantly turned red: "What nonsense are you talking about! What is dead, what's the big deal?"
Seeing her anger, Sharia shrunk in fear, and the teardrops would fall again.
An Jie Lina felt terribly distressed and softened: "What the are you telling me, is it okay? Wasn't the meal just fine? Did someone bully you when you went out to play?"
Sharia weighed her words and lowered her head to grievances: "I saved enough money today, before I was ready to give you a surprise and go out to buy a watch. I did not expect that after that, the last watch was bought by someone, I asked Whether that person can transfer it to me, that person will pay a high price."
His sapphire-like eyes were soaked with grief at the moment, and looked at An Jie Lina sadly: "I don't have enough money, so I went to the casino to gamble, and thought about winning enough watch money to close. At first, I won a few A gold coin, very happy, and continue, I did not expect..."
"Gambling, you actually gamble!"
The imaginary comfort did not appear, and a big slap slapped on Sharia's face, hitting him staggering, and his brain buzzing.
He opened his eyes in panic, and An Jielina's body was shaking, before she could speak, and slapped another slap on the face, hitting Sariya's small body on the ground.
The pain in his face was so hot that he fell sharply as if his bones were falling apart, his eyes staring at Venus, and his mind blank.
"I let you bet, I let you bet! Are you confused by lard? Everyone who gambles thinks they can win money, and in the end, ten to ten people will die!"
The heavy blow couldn't stop falling on Shariya's abdomen, back, and his embarrassed head, which was endless like a storm. He seemed to be being tossed in a boat raging in a raging wave, rolling up and down along the raging waves.
He tried to get up, but was quickly beaten to death on the ship by huge waves. Hai Tao's violent impact hit him with pain, and the steaming water vapor poured into the mouth and nose relentlessly, taking away his ability to breathe.
Water, a lot of water...
He rolled in despair in desperation, some strange thoughts flowed through his mind, and left quickly.
It shouldn't be like this...it shouldn't be like this...
Otherwise, what should it be?
Unilateral violence has finally stopped.
The smart lady who is always strong and squatted on the outside squatted down and cried, "Saria, what should I do with you?"
Her wailing cries, as if a light drizzle hit the window eaves, woke Sariya from the illusion of endless despair. The smelly seawater in the mouth of the painful choke and the nose faded instantly, and Sharia showed a miserable smile.
"It's okay... It's no regret to see you last before you die."
He gently closed his tired eyelids, thinking that he could finally get a good night's sleep.